We Named the Monkey....Derwood?
By MsBrooklyn
Disclaimer: All I own is my wicked imagination.
"Thank ye, Jack."
"You're welcome?"
Barbossa grinned cruelly at Jack Sparrow. "Not you. We named the monkey Jack."
Sparrow's reaction was even better than Barbossa expected. The bloody fool was gawping and making odd noises.
Slowly, it dawned on Barbossa that Sparrow wasn't gawping at him. No. Sparrow was gawping at something over to his left. He turned his head, not quite trusting that this wasn't some ridiculous ploy by Sparrow.
It wasn't.
It was a blonde in possibly the strangest clothing Barbossa had ever seen.
"Hi." She smiled at him and gave him a little finger-wave. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm here to get my husband."
"Sparrow?"
"No, not him." The blonde gestured to Jack the monkey. "This is my husband. MOTHER!"
And suddenly, an older woman appeared. She was, Barbossa noted grimly, heavily painted and wearing garish clothing even stranger than the young one.
"Change him back, Mother. Now."
"Oh, all right. But I still think this is a big improvement for Derwood." With that, the older woman waved her arms in a grand gesture.
Jack the monkey was now a man, still dressed in Jack the monkey's little costume, only man-sized. Even the cute hat. The man blinked in surprise and then his expression turned to outrage. "Endora!"
And then he was a monkey again.
And Endora was gone.
"Mother!" The blonde petted the monkey reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get her to change you back."
With that, the blonde vanished, leaving Barbossa and Jack staring at the monkey. The monkey sagged in defeat and chittered sadly.
Barbossa cleared his throat. "Where were we? Ah yes, we named the monkey, er...Derwood?"
Disclaimer: All I own is my wicked imagination.
"Thank ye, Jack."
"You're welcome?"
Barbossa grinned cruelly at Jack Sparrow. "Not you. We named the monkey Jack."
Sparrow's reaction was even better than Barbossa expected. The bloody fool was gawping and making odd noises.
Slowly, it dawned on Barbossa that Sparrow wasn't gawping at him. No. Sparrow was gawping at something over to his left. He turned his head, not quite trusting that this wasn't some ridiculous ploy by Sparrow.
It wasn't.
It was a blonde in possibly the strangest clothing Barbossa had ever seen.
"Hi." She smiled at him and gave him a little finger-wave. "I'm sorry to interrupt. I'm here to get my husband."
"Sparrow?"
"No, not him." The blonde gestured to Jack the monkey. "This is my husband. MOTHER!"
And suddenly, an older woman appeared. She was, Barbossa noted grimly, heavily painted and wearing garish clothing even stranger than the young one.
"Change him back, Mother. Now."
"Oh, all right. But I still think this is a big improvement for Derwood." With that, the older woman waved her arms in a grand gesture.
Jack the monkey was now a man, still dressed in Jack the monkey's little costume, only man-sized. Even the cute hat. The man blinked in surprise and then his expression turned to outrage. "Endora!"
And then he was a monkey again.
And Endora was gone.
"Mother!" The blonde petted the monkey reassuringly. "Don't worry, sweetheart, I'll get her to change you back."
With that, the blonde vanished, leaving Barbossa and Jack staring at the monkey. The monkey sagged in defeat and chittered sadly.
Barbossa cleared his throat. "Where were we? Ah yes, we named the monkey, er...Derwood?"