A/N-- Okay so I had an idea for how to continue it already and I can't wait... so yeah, please read/review. My friend read it, yes and he is all smart and is like "Rum doesn't come in mugs an pitchers!" well okay so it was just for the story okay? I'm sorry I didn't think about it. Also, my spell check is dead so I'm sorry for all the spelling errors I'm going to read this one over A LOT better... :-[
Disclaimer- I own none of this but the idea for the whole huntress and all... don't touch it or I will sick my minions on you. :-D
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Feeling a bit dizzy and happy for no real reason, Jack realized they had finished two pitchers. His thoughts were off that small roll in his pocket of his coat and on retelling how it happened in that cave, killing his mutinous first mate, once and for all. He laughed and continued on, "So, then, dear William, he is a enuch, really there is no way around it, poor Elizabeth, imagine her shock after the wedding... any ways," he laughs moving a hand as if to swish the thought of enuch Will away, "He cuts his hand and takes the two pieces of gold and drops them in, little does Barbossa know, as I shoot him. He looks at me and is laughing like an idiot, 'You wasted you last shot Jack'." He mimicked in a mock drawl.
"Jack..." Gibbs watched him, full in animation and laughing. "I think we better get to the ship mate."
"Awe no, no, we can wait till after my story, you haven't heard the best part yet!" he protests steadying himself, hands braced on the table.
"Jack we've heard it at least ten times already." Ana said shaking her head, "And you had that last pitcher nearly all to yourself."
"Oh, imagine that..." he picked up the pitcher and turned it over as if checking it was empty, "So I did. Don't worry love, you can order another for yourself." he made to take out some shillings, "On me even!" she pushed his hand away from his money sack.
"No Jack, we're leaving." Moving an arm around his shoulders she pulled up on him slightly, "Come on." Gibbs came to his other side and helped, taking half his weight off Ana.
"Ah, yes... well I suppose the pearl might be getting lonely." he agrees finally and begins to take a few staggering steps towards the door.
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Sun light poured through the window of the Captains cabin, letting out a groan he turned over, head pounding. Damn that rum, why does it have to taste so good? he curses, his hand moving up his chest he realizes he's still fully decorated in his coat, placing a hand on his head he relizes his hat is still placed on his head. He opens a single eye and peers around the room, by the way the sun was pouring in it had to be mid morning, and by the way the ship was bouncing they had to be back on course.
Coming out of his cabin a while later he yawns walking up behind Ana, "Where are we off to?"
"Just heading out of Tortuga, we were waiting for you to open your message from... 'her'... to really know where abouts we're heading." she turns to look at him, a hand still on the wheel.
His mind goes back to the roll in his coat pocket and he smirks. "Ah yes... the message." he reaches in his pocket and discovers its a bit smashed and flattened. Ana's brow raises at it's new state and he grins innocently. His fingers pull at the ribbon as it slips off. "Ah, here we go..." he unravels it, reading aloud: "Sparrow-- My name you might remember, but it shall not be disclosed until after said rendezvous. My face you'll remember before the name I'm sure, you always were good with faces. I need your help Jack, as much as I regret it. Your the only one that knows where the isle de muerta is, and I need to know the location immediately, the purpose shall stay closed to your knowing and stay that way. If you agree to help sail to--" Jack stops, grinning slightly, "Now love thats a dead giveaway of who you are..."
"Whats it say?" Ana comes around to his shoulder to read herself.
"Santiago..." he looks to Ana, "Set west, we're going to see what she wants."
"What... who is it?" Ana glares at him, still very confused.
"Abi, love... Abi." he looks out to the horizon towards the west, "Wonder how she got a ship..." he says softly to himself.
Ana turns the wheel towards the west, barking orders to the men below. Jack, too consumed in his own thoughts to notice stumbles a bit as the ship turns slightly.
Disclaimer- I own none of this but the idea for the whole huntress and all... don't touch it or I will sick my minions on you. :-D
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Feeling a bit dizzy and happy for no real reason, Jack realized they had finished two pitchers. His thoughts were off that small roll in his pocket of his coat and on retelling how it happened in that cave, killing his mutinous first mate, once and for all. He laughed and continued on, "So, then, dear William, he is a enuch, really there is no way around it, poor Elizabeth, imagine her shock after the wedding... any ways," he laughs moving a hand as if to swish the thought of enuch Will away, "He cuts his hand and takes the two pieces of gold and drops them in, little does Barbossa know, as I shoot him. He looks at me and is laughing like an idiot, 'You wasted you last shot Jack'." He mimicked in a mock drawl.
"Jack..." Gibbs watched him, full in animation and laughing. "I think we better get to the ship mate."
"Awe no, no, we can wait till after my story, you haven't heard the best part yet!" he protests steadying himself, hands braced on the table.
"Jack we've heard it at least ten times already." Ana said shaking her head, "And you had that last pitcher nearly all to yourself."
"Oh, imagine that..." he picked up the pitcher and turned it over as if checking it was empty, "So I did. Don't worry love, you can order another for yourself." he made to take out some shillings, "On me even!" she pushed his hand away from his money sack.
"No Jack, we're leaving." Moving an arm around his shoulders she pulled up on him slightly, "Come on." Gibbs came to his other side and helped, taking half his weight off Ana.
"Ah, yes... well I suppose the pearl might be getting lonely." he agrees finally and begins to take a few staggering steps towards the door.
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Sun light poured through the window of the Captains cabin, letting out a groan he turned over, head pounding. Damn that rum, why does it have to taste so good? he curses, his hand moving up his chest he realizes he's still fully decorated in his coat, placing a hand on his head he relizes his hat is still placed on his head. He opens a single eye and peers around the room, by the way the sun was pouring in it had to be mid morning, and by the way the ship was bouncing they had to be back on course.
Coming out of his cabin a while later he yawns walking up behind Ana, "Where are we off to?"
"Just heading out of Tortuga, we were waiting for you to open your message from... 'her'... to really know where abouts we're heading." she turns to look at him, a hand still on the wheel.
His mind goes back to the roll in his coat pocket and he smirks. "Ah yes... the message." he reaches in his pocket and discovers its a bit smashed and flattened. Ana's brow raises at it's new state and he grins innocently. His fingers pull at the ribbon as it slips off. "Ah, here we go..." he unravels it, reading aloud: "Sparrow-- My name you might remember, but it shall not be disclosed until after said rendezvous. My face you'll remember before the name I'm sure, you always were good with faces. I need your help Jack, as much as I regret it. Your the only one that knows where the isle de muerta is, and I need to know the location immediately, the purpose shall stay closed to your knowing and stay that way. If you agree to help sail to--" Jack stops, grinning slightly, "Now love thats a dead giveaway of who you are..."
"Whats it say?" Ana comes around to his shoulder to read herself.
"Santiago..." he looks to Ana, "Set west, we're going to see what she wants."
"What... who is it?" Ana glares at him, still very confused.
"Abi, love... Abi." he looks out to the horizon towards the west, "Wonder how she got a ship..." he says softly to himself.
Ana turns the wheel towards the west, barking orders to the men below. Jack, too consumed in his own thoughts to notice stumbles a bit as the ship turns slightly.