One Shot
Captain Jack Sparrow looked around at the multitude of his own clones on the Black Pearl. "Bloody hell, I need some rum." He muttered. He started his search of the ship for another peanut when he spotted a rock laying on the ground. He licked it and found it was kind of salty. Then the taste went away. Then he was pulling his ship. He looked around and the rocks that were now white crabs were helping pull his boat. He looked around again and they had turned into his clones. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" He yelped as he sat up.
"What's wrong, love?" Elizabeth asked next to him. She sat up rubbing her eyes and looking at him. Jack lay down again.
"I dreamed about that bloody limbo place. Where Tia Dalma sent me." Sparrow said into his pillows. Elizabeth nodded. She rolled over and put her arm around him.
"I'll get you some rum." She said getting up and opening their box containing private stash of rum. She poured Jack a rather large mug of rum and then lay back down. Jack chugged it and then made a face before spitting it out all over their blankets. "What?" Elizabeth asked staring at him. He stuck his tongue out.
"It's raspberry!" He gasped. "Who the bloody hell makes raspberry rum? Get me own rum, love." He said in a little sweeter voice. Elizabeth smiled. "Where did you get that anyway?" He asked once she got back and he had a good two mugs of his regular rum.
"You don't think we'd go to the ends of the earth and not come back with crazy new kinds of rum, would you?" Elizabeth asked batting her eyes. "It was my idea." Jack smiled at her. She's crazy, but she knows that I'm even crazier about rum. I love this woman.