Disclaimer: I don't own Captain Jack *sniff* or Barbossa or the crew of the
Black Pearl etc etc. Big Johnny and his girls are based on real people!
(Johnny Depp and the Deppette's). I don't own the real people (*sniff* for
Johnny, *phew* for the Deppette's!). Anyway legal crap blah blah blah. . .
get on with it people!!! Reviews always welcome! It's my first Pirates. . .
fanfic so be nice!!!
Ow. My head hurts. Can't remember anything about last night. Except the rum. Ahh, the rum. Must try to find the rum. Although staying upright is a challenge. Will try to stay on feet.
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Am upright! Am swaying slightly and have found a whole new movement in my wrists but am upright! Now was the rum this way? Or maybe that way?
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Have found the rum! Worked it out with clever amount of drunken steps! Ha ha! Never underestimate the brain power of Captain Jack Sparrow! Am now lying on the warm beach, topping up my tan and thinking about those lovely girls on Tortuga. Big Johnny's girls. I bet that's where that scurvy dog Barbossa's headed right now. Unfortunately for him those girls only have eyes for one pirate. And he's stranded on a beach! Ah be careful there Jack, you almost threw the rum. And we can't have that, can we? Hmm, will just have to let the rum take over and dream about those wonderful girls.
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AGGGGH! The rum! Where's the...Oh it's still here. It was just a dream...a very bad, bad dream! Calm down Jack, the rums still here! The lovely, lovely rum. Stupid dream. Like the crew of the Black Pearl are really going to become cursed because of some Aztec gold, send Bootstrap to the murky depths because he sent the coin they needed to break the curse away, capture a girl, then have her blacksmith eunuch admirer get me involved to save said strumpet and eventually get stuck back on this island with the young lady who burns all my rum! That's just ridiculous! Still shook up, should drink more rum...and get used to my wrists.
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Hmmm, the rum's all *hic* gone. Wish I had *hic* stability to go and get more. *hic* Every attempt at standing *hic* has resulted in me falling. Can't *hic* work out why. Maybe *hic* I should rest? Yeah, *hic* resting's good.
Ow. My head hurts. Can't remember anything about last night. Except the rum. Ahh, the rum. Must try to find the rum. Although staying upright is a challenge. Will try to stay on feet.
* * *
Am upright! Am swaying slightly and have found a whole new movement in my wrists but am upright! Now was the rum this way? Or maybe that way?
* * *
Have found the rum! Worked it out with clever amount of drunken steps! Ha ha! Never underestimate the brain power of Captain Jack Sparrow! Am now lying on the warm beach, topping up my tan and thinking about those lovely girls on Tortuga. Big Johnny's girls. I bet that's where that scurvy dog Barbossa's headed right now. Unfortunately for him those girls only have eyes for one pirate. And he's stranded on a beach! Ah be careful there Jack, you almost threw the rum. And we can't have that, can we? Hmm, will just have to let the rum take over and dream about those wonderful girls.
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AGGGGH! The rum! Where's the...Oh it's still here. It was just a dream...a very bad, bad dream! Calm down Jack, the rums still here! The lovely, lovely rum. Stupid dream. Like the crew of the Black Pearl are really going to become cursed because of some Aztec gold, send Bootstrap to the murky depths because he sent the coin they needed to break the curse away, capture a girl, then have her blacksmith eunuch admirer get me involved to save said strumpet and eventually get stuck back on this island with the young lady who burns all my rum! That's just ridiculous! Still shook up, should drink more rum...and get used to my wrists.
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Hmmm, the rum's all *hic* gone. Wish I had *hic* stability to go and get more. *hic* Every attempt at standing *hic* has resulted in me falling. Can't *hic* work out why. Maybe *hic* I should rest? Yeah, *hic* resting's good.