Chaos gets to write about chaos! YAY! :) After the last two unpleasant chapters, I thought I could lightened the mood a bit!
Disclaimer: I do not own PotC or any of its wonderful characters...
Genre: Humor
Birthday Parties
Birthday parties were, in and of themselves, the most frenzied, most delightful times of an eight-year-old boy's life. And if the boy happened to surrounded by pirates, so much the better.
There was Pintel and Gibbs, passed out drunk, and Ragetti, telling a grand tale of Krakens and their slayers to a group of avid listeners. Marty and Cotton had been engaged in a battle of chess, until Cotton's parrot—a tad dizzy from a great deal of liquor—knocked the board upside down. Now, the pint-sized pirate and the mute were arguing fiercely.
Uncle Jack and Grandpa Hector were fighting, as usual. Apparently, Uncle Jack had been boasting that he could outdo Grandpa in any sort of contest, and now both men were stuck trying to put their feet behind their ears while attempting to seduce a bonnie lass—as they whistled "Hoist the Colors".
Young William III yawned widely, and his mother smiled. "Having fun?"
Will beamed and nodded. It was utter chaos, and that was the way he liked it.
