Jack, Where's the Commodore?
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, or any characters, settings, plots, or plans of revenge from the movie.
The Black Pearl was out at sea again. Once more, everyone was occupying there favorite spots on the ship. Will was up in the crow's nest, looking down in disgust at the commodore's body. Jack was at the helm, swinging a bottle of rum and singing 'A pirate's life for me.' Elizabeth was standing behind him, singing the same song, and trying to sneak the bottle away from him. The commodore's niece, Jen, was tied up in the brig at the moment.
"WOULD YOU STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY BLOODY RUM, GIRL?" Jack shouted at Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked offended.
"Of course not!"
"If you don't stop trying to steal my rum you bloody lass!" Jack growled. Elizabeth slapped him.
"Your language is appalling, especially around a lady!" She reprimanded him. He glared menacingly at her.
"I don't see any ladies here, only a spoiled, Tortuga wench!" Jack drawled. Elizabeth turned white, then red. She spat in his face and stormed away. Jack took a swig of rum.
"Women." He sighed in disgust. Anna Maria came over to take his place at the wheel. Jack strolled over to where the commodore's body was. He looked down at it in disgust. Hadn't Will said something about it? What was it that boy said? Jack saw a puddle of blood. Alarmed, he began to push Norrington over to the edge of the ship. A dark pool of blood was glistening where the commodore had lain. Why had they left the body there to muck up his beautiful Pearl? The minute they return to Port Royal, that cheese obsessed half-pirate and his bonny lass are off my ship! Jack thought angrily. Quickly, Jack unlatched the little gate that swung out over the sea, allowing the crew to draw water or empty their stomachs. Jack stood near the body, whistling loudly. Then, with a sudden sweep of his foot, the commodore's body was sent tumbling down limply into the crashing surf beneath them. Jack was pushing the gate shut, when suddenly,
"JACK! Where's the commodore?" Will was shouting. Jack froze. 'No one touch the body. We need it as evidence. We can tell them he killed himself.' It came back to him. 'So that's why that body was left staining my Pearl.' Jack did a double take. He had just destroyed the evidence.
Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, or any characters, settings, plots, or plans of revenge from the movie.
The Black Pearl was out at sea again. Once more, everyone was occupying there favorite spots on the ship. Will was up in the crow's nest, looking down in disgust at the commodore's body. Jack was at the helm, swinging a bottle of rum and singing 'A pirate's life for me.' Elizabeth was standing behind him, singing the same song, and trying to sneak the bottle away from him. The commodore's niece, Jen, was tied up in the brig at the moment.
"WOULD YOU STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY BLOODY RUM, GIRL?" Jack shouted at Elizabeth. Elizabeth looked offended.
"Of course not!"
"If you don't stop trying to steal my rum you bloody lass!" Jack growled. Elizabeth slapped him.
"Your language is appalling, especially around a lady!" She reprimanded him. He glared menacingly at her.
"I don't see any ladies here, only a spoiled, Tortuga wench!" Jack drawled. Elizabeth turned white, then red. She spat in his face and stormed away. Jack took a swig of rum.
"Women." He sighed in disgust. Anna Maria came over to take his place at the wheel. Jack strolled over to where the commodore's body was. He looked down at it in disgust. Hadn't Will said something about it? What was it that boy said? Jack saw a puddle of blood. Alarmed, he began to push Norrington over to the edge of the ship. A dark pool of blood was glistening where the commodore had lain. Why had they left the body there to muck up his beautiful Pearl? The minute they return to Port Royal, that cheese obsessed half-pirate and his bonny lass are off my ship! Jack thought angrily. Quickly, Jack unlatched the little gate that swung out over the sea, allowing the crew to draw water or empty their stomachs. Jack stood near the body, whistling loudly. Then, with a sudden sweep of his foot, the commodore's body was sent tumbling down limply into the crashing surf beneath them. Jack was pushing the gate shut, when suddenly,
"JACK! Where's the commodore?" Will was shouting. Jack froze. 'No one touch the body. We need it as evidence. We can tell them he killed himself.' It came back to him. 'So that's why that body was left staining my Pearl.' Jack did a double take. He had just destroyed the evidence.