I've been out of the game for quite some time… BUT here ya go kids! This special request came from jacksdeckswab. The title should be self-explanatory. This is one of my many 'The Random Adventures of…' series. Enjoy!

I may be a little rusty…

I own nothing that has to do with mice in red shorts.

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The Random Adventure of Bootstrap Bill Turner

'How Bootstrap got his name'

"Mister Turner…" Began a slightly slurred voice.

"Captain?" Bill turned around knowing who was calling him.

An arm was placed around the veteran sailor for support. "I've been looking all over for you, mate." It was Captain Jack Sparrow with his usual rummy breath. He clung to his old friend as the ship, and he, swayed.

"Is that so, captain? I've been swabbing the decks with Mallot like you asked us to an hour or two ago." He grinned. Bill Turner got a kick out of their captain's antics. Save for one man that went by the name Barbosa.

"Did I ask you to swab the deck?…" Jack scratched his chin and looked toward the sky as if for divine recollection.

"Aye, sir." Stated Bill and Mallot accordingly.

"Oh!… Well, then keep up the good work mates!" A quick flailing spin later and the captain was off to his quarters.

"Ya gotta love 'im."

Mallot didn't respond.

"Hold on!" Jack yelled from his quarters. Everyone within earshot looked around a little dumb-founded. "I remember what I wanted, the reason I came on deck." This line was more audible, as Jack was actually not behind a closed door now.

"Aye?" Said in unison.

"We're two days sail from San Pomme De tir. That's all." He said once again whisking away to his quarters, undoubtedly busy with navigation and planning.

The crew was left a little bewildered, but that subsided at the thought of land. They could get a chance to relax, unwind… and loot a town perhaps.

Barbosa was the first of the crowd of men to disperse. He mumbled something as he tromped off past Bill.

"What was that?"

Barbosa turned to his crewmate in distain. "If ye must know, I said: 'That means Saint Potato'.

"What does it matter the name of the island?"

"He's taking us to an island called: Saint Potato. That doesn't strike you as a little ridiculous?" Said the first mate in his usual motive-questioning way.

"Why are you always putting your two bits in on the captain's plans anyway?" Bill, the honest man that he was, couldn't understand why the first mate of a ship would talk so poorly of it's captain.

"Because they're stupid, foolish ideas and plans from a stupid, foolish man." He turned to walk away.

"That's mutinous talk… I'd stop thinking that way if I knew what was good for me…" He gave a concerned glare.

"That be your concerns, not mine. You're a might to curious Mr. Turner… ye be warned." Before a response could be had, he stormed off.

This didn't sit well with Bill. He couldn't shake this uneasy feeling that something was stirring up amongst the crew. Ever since the conversation with Barbosa, he started noticing everyone's reactions to Jack. They sneered when his back was turned and talked about him in a way unbefitting a captain.

'Why did I not notice this before?' The thought lingered in his mind.

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End of chapter one… read and review! As per usual, I accept requests for fics via e-mail or in your review :)

Gah! Too much coffee! I think I inadvertently killed my internal thought farrie. Did I type that? Crap. (I ate my backspace and delete buttons.)