Cheese and Atlantis
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, any plots, characters, events, or settings.
The crew was staggering out of the bar, heading back to where they would sleep for the night. A few members of the crew were missing, they were still on the Pearl, as lookouts and guards. Will was looking around, tired, but not drunk. Will was carrying Elizabeth, who had passed out on the table. He was letting her head recline over his left arm, since her breath was foul from the rum.
"Jack!" Will called. Jack hung back, letting Will catch up.
"Yes mate?" He slurred.
"We need to buy cheese before we leave." Will told him. Jack stared.
"Cheese?" He asked.
"Aye."
"Why?"
"Because I want some." Jack studied Will for a minute.
"What kind of cheese are we talkin' bout here, mate?"
"Any kind. We just need to buy some."
"Yes but why?" Jack asked again. Will sighed.
"I like cheese." He said defensively. Jack stared at him.
"Cheese?" He asked.
"Aye."
"But why?" Asked Jack, looking puzzled.
"I just happen to enjoy cheese." Will snapped.
"Oh. Should' a just said so." Jack said, then grinned. "Cheese."
"Shut up." Will snarled, hurrying past him. Jack ran up to him.
"Oh, mate, they don' sell cheese here. Don' believe in it." Jack whispered. Grinning, he sashayed up to his crew. Muttering angrily, Will shifted Elizabeth in his arms and continued on.
Night fell. The crew of the Pearl was sleeping, and creating a loud symphony of snores. Unable to sleep, Will made his way down to the water. It had calmed down since they arrived on the island. Will took off his shoes, letting the water lap at his feet. At this rate we'll never find that girl. He thought. By now the Atlantis could be halfway to England. Will felt exasperated. Why hadn't the commodore given him a small, fast ship, and a strong, able bodied crew? Suddenly, a misty form appeared on the horizon. Will stood, waiting for the thing to get closer. Nervous, he drew his sword. The moon provided an eerie glow, which hung mysterious in the sky, yet danced in the ripples and waves of the ocean. Will stood motionless, remaining rooted ankle deep in the foamy water. After a little while longer, the ship was closer. And the name on the ship was unmistakable. ATLANTIS was printed on the ship in bold black letters. Will hurried out of the water, sloshing the foam feeling the soft, gritty sand cling to his feet. He put his shoes back on and ran up the beach. He grinned despite himself. Isn't it funny? Jack did something right. He smiled to himself. So the adventure really begins!
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, any plots, characters, events, or settings.
The crew was staggering out of the bar, heading back to where they would sleep for the night. A few members of the crew were missing, they were still on the Pearl, as lookouts and guards. Will was looking around, tired, but not drunk. Will was carrying Elizabeth, who had passed out on the table. He was letting her head recline over his left arm, since her breath was foul from the rum.
"Jack!" Will called. Jack hung back, letting Will catch up.
"Yes mate?" He slurred.
"We need to buy cheese before we leave." Will told him. Jack stared.
"Cheese?" He asked.
"Aye."
"Why?"
"Because I want some." Jack studied Will for a minute.
"What kind of cheese are we talkin' bout here, mate?"
"Any kind. We just need to buy some."
"Yes but why?" Jack asked again. Will sighed.
"I like cheese." He said defensively. Jack stared at him.
"Cheese?" He asked.
"Aye."
"But why?" Asked Jack, looking puzzled.
"I just happen to enjoy cheese." Will snapped.
"Oh. Should' a just said so." Jack said, then grinned. "Cheese."
"Shut up." Will snarled, hurrying past him. Jack ran up to him.
"Oh, mate, they don' sell cheese here. Don' believe in it." Jack whispered. Grinning, he sashayed up to his crew. Muttering angrily, Will shifted Elizabeth in his arms and continued on.
Night fell. The crew of the Pearl was sleeping, and creating a loud symphony of snores. Unable to sleep, Will made his way down to the water. It had calmed down since they arrived on the island. Will took off his shoes, letting the water lap at his feet. At this rate we'll never find that girl. He thought. By now the Atlantis could be halfway to England. Will felt exasperated. Why hadn't the commodore given him a small, fast ship, and a strong, able bodied crew? Suddenly, a misty form appeared on the horizon. Will stood, waiting for the thing to get closer. Nervous, he drew his sword. The moon provided an eerie glow, which hung mysterious in the sky, yet danced in the ripples and waves of the ocean. Will stood motionless, remaining rooted ankle deep in the foamy water. After a little while longer, the ship was closer. And the name on the ship was unmistakable. ATLANTIS was printed on the ship in bold black letters. Will hurried out of the water, sloshing the foam feeling the soft, gritty sand cling to his feet. He put his shoes back on and ran up the beach. He grinned despite himself. Isn't it funny? Jack did something right. He smiled to himself. So the adventure really begins!