RUM TALK
Disclaimer- I don't own POTC or any characters or settings from it
"You know, mate, if you ever get bored of that old tie to Elizabeth.I know an excellent lass for you. Excellent!" Captain Jack Sparrow exclaimed, waving his arms in the air for show. One hand clutched tightly a bottle of rum two thirds empty.
"Really Jack?" Asked his younger companion, William Turner with a grin. He too was holding a bottle of rum. The difference was Will's was still nearly full. "And what might this, young lass's name be?"
"Anna Maria!" Jack exclaimed drunkenly. He took a long sip of rum. "Hard worker, still got some looks 'bout her. Yes, great woman." He took another swallow of rum. "Wait a minute."
"Yes Jack?" Asked Will in an amused tone. Jack jumped up quickly, waving the rum bottle and nearly sloshing the liquid out.
"Captain, Captain! How many times mate? Captain Jack!" He roared. Will grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry. Captain Jack?" At this, Jack smiled and flopped back down onto the steps where they were sitting.
"What were we talking about?" Jack put a finger to his lips and lapsed into silence. "Anna Maria!" Suddenly, anger crossed onto his face. "Up you go lad!" He yelled. "Anna Maria is not for you! Lass is on my crew! Mine! I'm the captain!" He pulled out his sword and waved it in the air.
"Right Jack,"
"Captain!" Shouted Jack.
"Captain Jack, she's all yours." Will said good naturedly. Jack smiled drunkenly and sat down again.
"Right you are, mate. Mine." Jack dropped his sword and reached up to his hat. "So, that girl of yours," He squinted, trying to remember. His face broke into a great smile and he laughed, tilting his head back. "Elizabeth! Wonderful dancer!" He said. Once more, anger rushed to Jack's face. "My rum! She burned me rum!" He stood up quickly, waving his rum more, finally achieving sloshing it out of the bottle. Will stood up, sensing an argument.
"But now she gave you more rum!" Will countered.
"No!" Yelled Jack, gesturing extravagantly. "She owes me mate! Ten, no, a HUNDRED bottles of rum!" He shouted. He began to head towards the door that led inside, to where Elizabeth was. Will was worried for Elizabeth's sake, and spotted Jack's dropped sword. He picked it up quickly and concentrated. He threw the sword, and it landed correctly, locking the door from Jack's use. Jack stared at it.
"Why do you always have to throw the bloody swords in the bloody doors!" Jack shouted drunkenly. Will hurried over and looked through the glass panels in the door. He caught Elizabeth's eye and she nodded. Will quickly wrenched the sword out of the door and grabbed Jack's arm.
"Dinner Captain." He opened the door and walked inside. Jack smiled and clutched the rum tighter to him. Jack followed docilely, all disputes forgotten. They sat down to dinner. Jack heaped his plate with food and ate it all. He managed to finish of the rum before putting his head down and snoring loudly. Elizabeth and Will ignored this.
"So, what did he mention this time?" Asked Elizabeth smiling.
"Something about dancing." Will trailed off. Elizabeth laughed. "Then burning rum."
"Figures." She laughed. "How many bottles do I owe him now?"
"A hundred. Well, I'd best be getting Jack into a guest room. It seems he'll be our guest tonight."
Disclaimer- I don't own POTC or any characters or settings from it
"You know, mate, if you ever get bored of that old tie to Elizabeth.I know an excellent lass for you. Excellent!" Captain Jack Sparrow exclaimed, waving his arms in the air for show. One hand clutched tightly a bottle of rum two thirds empty.
"Really Jack?" Asked his younger companion, William Turner with a grin. He too was holding a bottle of rum. The difference was Will's was still nearly full. "And what might this, young lass's name be?"
"Anna Maria!" Jack exclaimed drunkenly. He took a long sip of rum. "Hard worker, still got some looks 'bout her. Yes, great woman." He took another swallow of rum. "Wait a minute."
"Yes Jack?" Asked Will in an amused tone. Jack jumped up quickly, waving the rum bottle and nearly sloshing the liquid out.
"Captain, Captain! How many times mate? Captain Jack!" He roared. Will grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry. Captain Jack?" At this, Jack smiled and flopped back down onto the steps where they were sitting.
"What were we talking about?" Jack put a finger to his lips and lapsed into silence. "Anna Maria!" Suddenly, anger crossed onto his face. "Up you go lad!" He yelled. "Anna Maria is not for you! Lass is on my crew! Mine! I'm the captain!" He pulled out his sword and waved it in the air.
"Right Jack,"
"Captain!" Shouted Jack.
"Captain Jack, she's all yours." Will said good naturedly. Jack smiled drunkenly and sat down again.
"Right you are, mate. Mine." Jack dropped his sword and reached up to his hat. "So, that girl of yours," He squinted, trying to remember. His face broke into a great smile and he laughed, tilting his head back. "Elizabeth! Wonderful dancer!" He said. Once more, anger rushed to Jack's face. "My rum! She burned me rum!" He stood up quickly, waving his rum more, finally achieving sloshing it out of the bottle. Will stood up, sensing an argument.
"But now she gave you more rum!" Will countered.
"No!" Yelled Jack, gesturing extravagantly. "She owes me mate! Ten, no, a HUNDRED bottles of rum!" He shouted. He began to head towards the door that led inside, to where Elizabeth was. Will was worried for Elizabeth's sake, and spotted Jack's dropped sword. He picked it up quickly and concentrated. He threw the sword, and it landed correctly, locking the door from Jack's use. Jack stared at it.
"Why do you always have to throw the bloody swords in the bloody doors!" Jack shouted drunkenly. Will hurried over and looked through the glass panels in the door. He caught Elizabeth's eye and she nodded. Will quickly wrenched the sword out of the door and grabbed Jack's arm.
"Dinner Captain." He opened the door and walked inside. Jack smiled and clutched the rum tighter to him. Jack followed docilely, all disputes forgotten. They sat down to dinner. Jack heaped his plate with food and ate it all. He managed to finish of the rum before putting his head down and snoring loudly. Elizabeth and Will ignored this.
"So, what did he mention this time?" Asked Elizabeth smiling.
"Something about dancing." Will trailed off. Elizabeth laughed. "Then burning rum."
"Figures." She laughed. "How many bottles do I owe him now?"
"A hundred. Well, I'd best be getting Jack into a guest room. It seems he'll be our guest tonight."