A/N: Hey there, this is probably the shortest fic in the history of ff.net, but you know what? I don't care. This little doo-da popped into my head the other day and I scribbled it down. Pointless, it is, on the whole. But whatever.
Disclaimer: Do you actually think I own any of this? No. I do not own Bootstrap Bill, I do not own Jack Sparrow (Oh, but if I did), and I have nothing to do with anyone or anything from this movie.
Now, onto to pointless crap.
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Jack Sparrow awoke to the sound of pounding on his door. He moaned and sat up, rubbing his eyes. The pounding got louder and faster every second he ignored it.
"Sparrow! On deck! NOW!" Jack winced. He had been drinking again last night. His head already hurt and Bootstrap's constant banging on his door didn't help much.
"Alrigh'!" Jack hollered. Bill kept hitting the door. Jack resisted the urge to run over and pound back. "I'm comin'! Keep your trousers on!"
He stood up and made way for the door, returning only briefly to retrieve his *own* pants and put them on. He was once again ready for another day of piracy.
As soon as the room stopped spinning.
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Told you it was stoopud. Reviews? No? Alright then.