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Is it BUNDT or BUNT? No one knows. Well I don't. Bundt looks right but my computer says it's wrong… Foolish computer.
Oh! I don't own any of the board games. Yep!
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Chapter Three: We named the monkey Jack, but he's really a Steve.
With everyone sobering up, Norry decided that it was high time to break out the party games (seeing as everyone was sober, there was less chance of some horrible, sexually-inclined "mishap" on anyone's part).
"Alrighty! I have… Operation, Trivial Pursuit, Sorry!, Monopoly, and Parcheesi." Norry said, indicating a stack of boargames.
"No Twister?"
"Not with you here, Beckett."
"I'll just watch!! Or be the spinner!" he protested.
"NO!" Norry said, angrily. "I am NOT falling for 'Right Hand Crotch'!" Norrington sighed, shaking his head. "AGAIN!" Oh, the painful memories.
"It was left hand BECKETT'S crotch, duh."
Jack was looking rather confused, and cast his confuzzled gaze on both Beckett and Norrington. "Is there something going on between you two?"
"No!" Norrington yelled angrily, whilst Beckett said the same word, though in a much more dejected tone.
"Oh. Because if there was," Jack said with a smile, "you could join Will's singing group."
"Will has a singing group?" Beckett asked, looking rather interested.
"He's a lovely soprano, Cutler old chap," Jack nodded solemnly.
"I am NOT!" Will said. However, his voice cracked at a most inopportune moment.
"Can we just play Twister?" Liz asked, looking impatient.
"No! It isn't safe!!" Norrington said, paling whiter than his powdered wig—which, thankfully, Beckett hadn't found yet.
"I'll be the spinner so Beckett doesn't try anything," Tia Dalma offered.
"You people have NO SOULS!" Norry said, panicking. "No souls!!"
"Actually, we don't have any hearts," Will said, gesturing to Davy and himself.
"WHATEVER!"
After quite a bit of (decidedly not friendly) persuasion, and a few threats, the rest of the party-goers managed to get Norrington to play. Of course, Liz and Will joined in, and so did Jack. Beckett was attached at the hip to Norrington and so was ecstatic to join in.
"Alrighty!" Will said, handing the spinner to Barbossa because Tia Dalma was otherwise engaged. Barbossa was not playing because of (getting) baaaack problems.
"Right, there'll be no cheatin' or thievin' in this game! Or else ye'll be helpin' me peel a whole bushel o' apples!" Barbossa growled, taking about out of said apple. "And who's gonna play?"
Liz, Jack, Will, Beckett, and Norry raised—or were forced to raise—their hands.
"Won't this be great, Norry?" Beckett asked, swinging his hand, which was still holding Norry's, back and forth.
"It'll be something…" Norrington muttered, making a pained face.
"Alright, ye scurvy dogs, right hand blue!"
The game proceeded without much interruption. In fact, Norry was even beginning to enjoy himself, although this was probably just because he was winning.
"Well now," Barbossa said, eyeing the remaining two contestants (Norry and Jack). "Now this one's a bit odd… Left foot green!"
This caused Norry to have to slide his leg under Jack's, and Jack having to reachi his foot over Norry's torso, which resulted in a very awkward position indeed. Another unfortunate and unforeseen circumstance of this was that Beckett got quite jealous and started plotting something. Something BAD.
"Mr. Sparrow, can you PLEASE not sit on my stomach?" Norrington asked, looking downright revolted.
"Oi, then don't be getting so friendly with my leg! We're playing Twister, not footsie."
"I can't believe you're that flexible, James!" Liz exclaimed. "You're like a contortionist!"
"A gift which is most wasted by him," Beckett mused sadly.
"One learns miraculous things when one has to escape from certain creepulous LORDS all the time!"
Beckett glowered at Norry and went back to plotting something in his mind. Something that was closer, much closer, than Norrington expected.
"Left hand—"
"CROTCH!"
"Damnit!" Norrington cursed, having just done it (again). However, his trials were far from over. At that moment, Beckett lunged at Norry, who was now only supported by his feet and an arm. Beckett latched himself onto Norry's leg with a grin.
"Oh I knew you wouldn't choose that louse infected, disease carrying, horribly drunk, licentious pirate over me!" he said happily. "I knew our bond was special!"
"There never was a 'bond'!" Norrington said, trying to pry his leg away from Beckett's affections. "And I wouldn't choose EITHER of you!"
"Oh I'm so glad you've remained true!"
"There was never anything to remain true to!"
"Norry-boots!" Beckett shrieked, clinging tighter to the commodore's leg. "How can you say that?"
Norrington, quite fed up with the situation, grabbed the nearest thing to him and started beating Beckett over the head. This thing turned out to be the monkey, Jack.
"Hey man!" 'Jack' said, his voice thick with a distinctly Jamaican accent. "Why you do that for? I'm a person too!"
"You're a MONKEY!" Norry said, looking rather scared.
"No, boy, he be Jack!" Barbossa said.
"Oi, man! My name's Steve," the monkey said.
"…YOU'RE A MONKEY!"
"He's a Steve!" Liz corrected.
"Can someone PLEASE get Beckett off me? I don't appreciate my ANKLES LOSING THEIR VIRGINITY!"
"I don't think you're ever gonna lose your virginity, mate," Jack said, shaking his head, the Twister game evidently forgotten.
Norrington shook his leg, trying to get Beckett off of it. "That's not true!" he said. "There are beautiful girls in Tortuga who love me very much!!" The 'in Tortuga' bit, however, was whispered rather quickly.
"Where?"
"IT DOESN'T MATTER!" Norry said, poking Beckett with a sword. "Get off me, you weirdie!"
"I'll never let go, James!"
"GET OFF!" He finally managed to get his leg rid of Beckett's grasp. "Anyone have some Lysol?"
"Here," Davy Jones said, offering Norry a bottle, which was dripping with muck.
"No thanks," Norry said, edging away from the Tentacled Beastie, as Jack had referred to Davy in his drunkenness.
Jack, or Steve, hopped onto Norry's shoulder. "Hey, man, why can't we be friends?"
"Why can't we be friends?"
"Why can't we be friends!"
"I dunno why we can't be friends!"
"You ruined the song!!" Steve said, shaking his head sadly.
"I didn't know there WAS A SONG!"
Steve smiled. "Don't worry about a thing! Every little thing's gonna be alright"!
Norry sighed, handing Steve back to Barbossa. "I think you found the reincarnation of Bob Marley."
A/N: Ok So I think "Why Can't we Be Friends" was written by War, and I don't know who wrote the other one (I know it's sung by the Jamaican Jellyfish in Shark Tale xD). I don't think it's Bob Marley, however
Yes! Chapter four coming soon! REVIEW AND ENJOY!