Disclaimer: In truth, not mine.
Mini-Drabble from an AU post-CotBP novel - A PIRATES LIFE NO MORE.
An injured Jack weighs his poor chances of escape from aboard the HMS Forthright.
FREEDOM CONTEMPLATED.
Concentrate. Think of what you want.
I want to lie here and rest until the pain goes away, OK?
Think of what you need then.
My freedom. A way off this bloody ship would be nice.
Oh, fine. Think. What can you do?
Think – that's pretty much it. Options not very promising what with a bad shoulder and all.
Swimming? No. Drowning.
Rope climbing? No. Falling.
Weapons? No. Uh, teeth?
Hat? No. Missing.
.Hat? Wait, the bloody hat's not counting for planning purposes here, idiot.
Well, no, but I miss it, anyway.
Oh, and it's not like you've lost it before… how many times, ey?
In truth, a bit too many to remember. Miscreant Barbossa tried to nick it last time. Heh, musta gotten tired of that raggedy old feathery thing.
Concentrate, mate. What do we know then?
We're in a lot of trouble, really.
TBC.
