"You are a Decken, Miss. You happen to be a full blood born and bred
pirate, except you didn't get to know that because of what happened to yer
parents and all." Jack Sparrow grabbed a half-full bottle of rum from the
table and sloshed it around before taking a huge swig. He offered it to
her, but she shook her head.
"Not until you tell me my name," she said firmly. She did love rum, but she decided to keep from indulging until she knew everything that she wanted to. Jack sighed and set the bottle back down.
"Yer name, love, is Josie. Short for Josephine. Yer parents liked the J names, if yeh can understand that." Josie. So after all this time, she finally had an identity. She grinned broadly, eyeing the rum.
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"And really bad eggs?" Josie questioned, listening to Jack sing a song that he said Elizabeth had taught him. "What a wonderful song.."
"Ain't it, though?" Jack stated more than asked, searching around for another bottle. The two of them had gone through quite a few already, but both seemed eager for more. While Jack acted about the same drunk as he did sober, rum had a completely unorthodox effect on Josie. She seemed to become much more alert and insightful while piss-ant drunk.
"Any more left?" she asked as Jack began searching in a distant corner of the room. He grunted and Josie frowned. "Come on, now..."
"I thought there was some more in here..." he began, lifting his head out of a box. "But I guess not... and it's stormin' out there... I don't feel like going inta the storage place..." Jack groaned and came back to sit at the table. Josie stared.
"Come on now, you're Captain Jack Sparrow. Now, are you afraid of a big bad storm, or do you want more rum?" she urged. Rum was everyone's friend.
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"Stupid Jack," she muttered under her breath as she trudged across the soaked deck of the Pearl to get to storage. Obviously there were some things even Jack wouldn't do. She swayed back and forth with the rocking of the ship, and then she realized that it wasn't rocking. That was her swaying. "Too much to drink," she said quietly, slipping into a haze. Rum never really got to her until the very end, when she passed out cold. And that's exactly what she did.
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Josie woke up in the same place she remembered dropping to. She rubbed her face, which she had fallen flat on, and slowly picked herself up from the deck. "Stupid Jack..." she repeated to herself as she continued on her interrupted mission to find more rum.
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Again, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter... but I've got a bad case of brain constipation...
"Not until you tell me my name," she said firmly. She did love rum, but she decided to keep from indulging until she knew everything that she wanted to. Jack sighed and set the bottle back down.
"Yer name, love, is Josie. Short for Josephine. Yer parents liked the J names, if yeh can understand that." Josie. So after all this time, she finally had an identity. She grinned broadly, eyeing the rum.
~~
"And really bad eggs?" Josie questioned, listening to Jack sing a song that he said Elizabeth had taught him. "What a wonderful song.."
"Ain't it, though?" Jack stated more than asked, searching around for another bottle. The two of them had gone through quite a few already, but both seemed eager for more. While Jack acted about the same drunk as he did sober, rum had a completely unorthodox effect on Josie. She seemed to become much more alert and insightful while piss-ant drunk.
"Any more left?" she asked as Jack began searching in a distant corner of the room. He grunted and Josie frowned. "Come on, now..."
"I thought there was some more in here..." he began, lifting his head out of a box. "But I guess not... and it's stormin' out there... I don't feel like going inta the storage place..." Jack groaned and came back to sit at the table. Josie stared.
"Come on now, you're Captain Jack Sparrow. Now, are you afraid of a big bad storm, or do you want more rum?" she urged. Rum was everyone's friend.
~~
"Stupid Jack," she muttered under her breath as she trudged across the soaked deck of the Pearl to get to storage. Obviously there were some things even Jack wouldn't do. She swayed back and forth with the rocking of the ship, and then she realized that it wasn't rocking. That was her swaying. "Too much to drink," she said quietly, slipping into a haze. Rum never really got to her until the very end, when she passed out cold. And that's exactly what she did.
~~
Josie woke up in the same place she remembered dropping to. She rubbed her face, which she had fallen flat on, and slowly picked herself up from the deck. "Stupid Jack..." she repeated to herself as she continued on her interrupted mission to find more rum.
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Again, I apologize for the shortness of this chapter... but I've got a bad case of brain constipation...