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Friggin' ell! I'm a Rock Star!
Chapter One.
"Ya ready?" asks the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Of course I am Jack, am I ever not?" laughed the young girl who was sat in a somewhat risqué position on the Captain's lap.
Jack laughed and started to undo the back of her dress, he had done this so many times before with this girl, her name was Trina and she was Jack's favourite girl in Tortuga. He finally managed to get the fiddly dress off her young, slender body, he had seen her naked so many times before but he never got tired of it.
Jack picked her up and walked over to the bed with the young wench in his arms. Just as he was about to enter her he heard a shout from on deck, it was Gibbs.
"Cap'n, were being attacked, we need you out here now!" he called.
"Looks like this is gonna 'ave to wait 'luv" he said smiling at Trina who looked a bit disappointed.
"Be back soon darling" he called as he threw on a shirt and walked out of his cabin leaving an upset and horny wench in his wake.
As he made his way out on deck he saw bright flashing lights, he was hallucinating.
"But I've only had four bottles of rum today" he said flamboyantly into thin air.
Then he started feeling dizzy and woozy.
"Bloody drink, ya playing with my mind!" he shouted.
He shut his eyes for a second and tried to get his balance back but when he opened them again he wasn't on The Pearl. He was on a stage. In front of what looked like a thousand or so people and they were all chanting his name.
What was going on? What's that their calling me? Jack Sparrow!
"It's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow" he announced. Several thoughts went through Captain Jack's mind...why does everyone forget Captain? Where am I? Where's Trina? Where's The Pearl? Where's the crew?
The crowd in front of him were jumping up and down and chanting his name, this time with the Captain. He grinned, were these people his slaves? And then a thought came into his head, he was God! He had been turned into some God. Then he looked down at his attire, he was wearing black pinstripe trousers with a skull and crossbones belt with a pair of battered shoes. His chest was clad with a white vest top; he wore a necklace that had the words 'Pirate' on it in gold.
Behind him was what looked like a band, although they looked slightly more presentable than some of the bands Jack was used to in Tortuga.
"Uh where am I?" he asked the crowd of people. They just laughed and continued to chant. Then the music started, it was like nothing Jack had ever heard before, it was fresh, melodic, and powerful. Jack had always been a music lover, although being a pirate he didn't have much time to sit around listening to it.
"Seriously, can someone 'elp me, I dunno where I am, where's Trina? Where's the Pearl" he said into a long black object he had yet to of realised was a microphone.
The crowd didn't say anything, they just kept on chanting his name.
"Your all bloody mad!" he shouted at the crowd and he swaggered off the stage, looking for some answers and some loving. He hated getting interrupted in the middle of getting it on with a wench, left him all hard and aching. Ah, some pleasurable company wouldn't go a miss right about now.
Friggin' ell! I'm a Rock Star!
Chapter One.
"Ya ready?" asks the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Of course I am Jack, am I ever not?" laughed the young girl who was sat in a somewhat risqué position on the Captain's lap.
Jack laughed and started to undo the back of her dress, he had done this so many times before with this girl, her name was Trina and she was Jack's favourite girl in Tortuga. He finally managed to get the fiddly dress off her young, slender body, he had seen her naked so many times before but he never got tired of it.
Jack picked her up and walked over to the bed with the young wench in his arms. Just as he was about to enter her he heard a shout from on deck, it was Gibbs.
"Cap'n, were being attacked, we need you out here now!" he called.
"Looks like this is gonna 'ave to wait 'luv" he said smiling at Trina who looked a bit disappointed.
"Be back soon darling" he called as he threw on a shirt and walked out of his cabin leaving an upset and horny wench in his wake.
As he made his way out on deck he saw bright flashing lights, he was hallucinating.
"But I've only had four bottles of rum today" he said flamboyantly into thin air.
Then he started feeling dizzy and woozy.
"Bloody drink, ya playing with my mind!" he shouted.
He shut his eyes for a second and tried to get his balance back but when he opened them again he wasn't on The Pearl. He was on a stage. In front of what looked like a thousand or so people and they were all chanting his name.
What was going on? What's that their calling me? Jack Sparrow!
"It's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow" he announced. Several thoughts went through Captain Jack's mind...why does everyone forget Captain? Where am I? Where's Trina? Where's The Pearl? Where's the crew?
The crowd in front of him were jumping up and down and chanting his name, this time with the Captain. He grinned, were these people his slaves? And then a thought came into his head, he was God! He had been turned into some God. Then he looked down at his attire, he was wearing black pinstripe trousers with a skull and crossbones belt with a pair of battered shoes. His chest was clad with a white vest top; he wore a necklace that had the words 'Pirate' on it in gold.
Behind him was what looked like a band, although they looked slightly more presentable than some of the bands Jack was used to in Tortuga.
"Uh where am I?" he asked the crowd of people. They just laughed and continued to chant. Then the music started, it was like nothing Jack had ever heard before, it was fresh, melodic, and powerful. Jack had always been a music lover, although being a pirate he didn't have much time to sit around listening to it.
"Seriously, can someone 'elp me, I dunno where I am, where's Trina? Where's the Pearl" he said into a long black object he had yet to of realised was a microphone.
The crowd didn't say anything, they just kept on chanting his name.
"Your all bloody mad!" he shouted at the crowd and he swaggered off the stage, looking for some answers and some loving. He hated getting interrupted in the middle of getting it on with a wench, left him all hard and aching. Ah, some pleasurable company wouldn't go a miss right about now.