I Do Not Own Any Pirates of the Caribbean Movies
Jack wiped the sweat that came down his face. He scowled at the cloth that soaked up his sweat. François was also perspiring heavily. In Morocco, you couldn't easily escape the heat. At the inn they found, the two of them sat on the sill of their open window.
Luxora stared at the ceiling from the bed she sat on. She let some water spill from a cup into her mouth, not caring that it drenched her face.
"This heat!" Jack whined. "Couldn't you have smuggled us somewhere like the Caribbean or a place with a lot of wind?"
Luxora responded, "This is better than being in jail."
Jack stood up and ripped his shirt further open. His chest was extremely sweaty. The heat intensified smells—including body odor. It goes without saying that Jack didn't bathe too much. François pinched his nose.
"Button up your shirt! You stink."
"He stinks all the time," Luxora put in.
Jack straightened up proudly.
"I'll have you know that this stink is what makes me a pirate."
François said with his nose plugged, "The fact that you steal from people doesn't make you a pirate?"
"That too," Jack replied. "When was the last time you bathed, Luxora?"
Luxora sat up on the bed. Pieces of her hair were plastered against her face. She ran a hand through her unkempt hair.
"None of us has had a chance to bathe, Jack."
"Exactly my point. We pirates don't have the time to bathe. We're too busy pillaging people and swimming in gold."
François added while dabbing at his face, "And drinking rum."
Jack ignored François's comment and continued his speech. He started moving towards the door.
"You might as well get used to it. When you become a real pirate like me yer crew is going to be just as smelly as the next person. Now will you excuse me. I think I'll go ask the innkeeper if he has rum."
François coughed. Luxora glanced at him. He pointed with his eyes at Jack. She turned her head to say something.
"Jack, I—"
Jack shut the door on her. His footsteps receded down the stairs. François hung his head in defeat.
"When are you going to tell him?"
"I don't know. Should we add that we want to get married?"
"He's not going to like to hear you don't want to be a pirate."
Luxora sighed, exasperated. Just then she heard a ruckus outside in the street. She joined François at the window and below them watched the spectacle. A parade filled the streets. Acrobats ran through the streets with men throwing sweets to the Moroccans and pieces of paper.
The men in the parade screamed to the people in Arabic. Elephants with colorful caps and beads were part of the parade. After they turned a street to spread whatever they were doing to another part of the city children were on their knees picking up leftover sweets lying in the street.
Luxora asked, "What was that about?"
"It was a celebration of some sort."
She left the window and opened up their door to their room.
As she walked out into the narrow hallway she said, "We should find Jack. He might need help getting back here."