Any damn fool can circumnavigate the world sober. It takes a really good sailor to do it drunk. Sir Francis Chichester
Title: How to sail around the world without getting lost
Rating: G
Pairing: none
Warning: none
Disclaimer: Disney owns Jack and Elizabeth and the island o' rum
Summery: Jack divulges his secret navagational strategy.
Feedback: Feedback is a many splendored thing, all you need is feedback! (and love, I suppose)
A/N: Answer to watersword's challenge to write a fic inspired by the above quote. I just typed up this little drabble, so hope you enjoy
How to sail around the world without getting lost
"How do you do it Jack?" Elizabeth asked
"Do what, love?" Jack barely raised his head from it's resting place in the sand. Elizabeth gestured about with her bottle of rum.
"Sail all over the world and never get tired of it. And never get lost."
"I get lost."
Elizabeth giggled. "Did I just hear the great Jack Sparrow admit to getting lost?"
"It was once, a very long time ago." Jack protested. Elizabeth just giggled and swallowed a little more rum.
"Pray tell." She said, relinquishing her empty bottle to steal Jack's.
"Well, love, what it comes down to is rum."
"Rum."
"Rum."
"What does rum have to do with getting lost?"
"'S far easier to get lost when you're sober."
"Really?"
"Sure. When you're drunk, you don't really know if you're lost or not."
"But what about the time you were lost? What happened?"
"Well, I'll tell you." Jack paused to drink from his bottle to find that Elizabeth had stolen it from him.
"Now Miss Elizabeth, don't you think you're had enough rum? 'Sides, that's my bottle."
Elizabeth snorted. "No, you can't have enough rum. Besides, you were going to tell me how rum tells you were to go."
"Not the rum, lass. It's just harder to notice getting lost when you've had a few."
"But what about when you got lost?" Elizabeth whined.
"I was on a ship, serving as one of her officers, or something akin to that. It was during my watch that we had to decide which way to go, west or southwest by a point or two. Well, I was the only sober man on the watch so I got to pick. We were trying to get to London. We ended up in Gibralter."
Elizabeth laughed uproariously. "The infamous Jack Sparrow couldn't find London! I don't believe it! Tell me Jack, is Gibralter nice that time of year?"
Jack leaned over and took the bottle out of Elizabeth's hands. "You've had enough, love."
Elizabeth pouted, but Jack did not give her the bottle back.
"Fine. At least I got to hear how you got lost." She giggled again. "And now I know how to not get lost."