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"Thank you Violet." Will says to you as you help him stand upright.
"Quite all right!" you return with a smile, gazing at the ever continuing bar fight that still rages with a passion within the dimly lit tavern.
A few moments later, you feel a pat on your back and turn to see Gibbs smiling at both you and Will.
"I'll see ye both tomorrow, bright an' early!" and with that, he pushes himself through the sea of pirates and women to the tavern door. You and Will stand silent for a moment before you hear someone's rough, gravelly voice being cleared loudly and intentionally. Snapping your head around, you see Jack still sitting at the wooden table beckoning you slightly with his hand. Hesitantly, both you and Will slide into the bench opposite Jack. Glancing curiously at his empty mug, Jack explains,
"Me friend Gibbs is gonna be findin' us a crew tonight. For the time being, we'll be lodgin' 'ere tonight." He pushes himself up from the table with a slight drunken swagger, and motions for the both of you to follow him. Shrugging at Will, you too, push yourself from the table and follow Jack, once again, through the mass of people.
Finally pushing your way through you search for the figure of Jack.
"There he is." You hear Will point out from beside you. You glance toward the bar area to see Jack conversing with a large figured woman who is currently wiping down a table as she speaks with him. As you approach them, you hear Jack finish,
"Thank ye, luv!" H swivels toward you whilst straightening his hat and begins,
"Unfortunately, the innkeeper 'ere says that she only 'as one room available. So, me friends, tonight we are to be bunkmates!" Clapping each of his hands on your and Will's shoulder, he leads you towards a staircase in the front corner of the tavern.
Taking a deep breath, you begin to ascend the stairs, following Jack and Will. Looking down, you notice the stairs are stained a dirty brown color, no doubt from having rum spilled on them constantly. Upon arriving at the top, you look down a musty hallway, with a line of doors on either ends of the walls.
"Down 'ere!" Jack calls to you and Will from the end of the hallway. Gulping loudly, you motion for Will to go first. The floorboards creak and groan under you as you make your way down the hall. A ruckus of noise emits from behind each door that you pass. You can only imagine what goes on behind them on a regular basis. Arriving where Jack stands, he nods and swings open the shabby, wooden door, which looks as if it were at one time painted green.
A look of shock passes across your face as you stare at the room that awaits you. A rusty bed that seems to be missing a leg sits against the side of the room, covered in stained red sheets. A glass window, covered in a layer of dirt, occupates the adjacent wall. That is the extent of what lies in the room.
"Uh...Only ONE bed?" you question, with a slight edginess to your voice. Jack, in return, looks about the room with a look that says, 'It's not so bad!" before speaking,
"Well, luv, a place such as this hardly calls for a room with two beds!" Jack smirks at you.
"Oh, yeah." You sigh.
"Well, g'night me lads!" Jack calls as he saunters to the bed He lays across it while folding his arms across his chest, droops his hat down over his eyes, and seemingly goes to sleep.
"I'm not a lad." You state, but Jack doesn't answer. The noises from downstairs are silenced as you hear Will quietly shut the door behind you.
You turn back and smile at Will who looks just as nervous as you are.
Returning the smile he says,
"We'd best get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us. Who knows the next time that we'll be able to sleep?" You nod in agreement as he walks toward the bed and lays to the right of Jack, closing his eyes instantly. It's only you, now, that stands by the door. Finally mustering up the courage, you walk towards the left side of the bed, and sit yourself down on the side, trying not to fall off. Still sitting upright, you look down at Jack, who lies in the space in between you and Will, snoring loudly.
As tired as you are, you can't find the will to go to sleep. A homesick feeling comes over you as you sit on the bed, staring at the lit candle, which sits on the top of a chest at the foot of the bed. A strange silence comes upon the room. The only sound is that of Will breathing rhythmically in his sleep. The snores of Jack Sparrow can no longer be heard. Turning toward him, you see him staring at you from under the brim of his hat.
"I thought you'd be the one ta fall asleep firs', seein' as how you was complainin' abou' 'ow tired you were the 'ole way 'ere." He murmurs.
"I know," you nod, "It's not that I'm not tired....I just...can't sleep."
"Well!" Jack says as he sits up to be eye-level with you, "That simply won't do! 'Ow's about I tell ye a story then?"
"OK," you shrug.
"Well, lass, there was a time, nigh six years ago, when I 'ad what you'd call, a slight brush with the East India Trading Company......"
As Jack tells you his story, you listen interestedly, and are soon calmed down enough to the point where your eyelids feel as if they weigh at least 500 pounds each.
The last words you hear before you fall asleep are,
"....and then they made me their chief...."
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A pair of dark eyes. A pair of dark eyes are staring down at you. Giving a loud gasp, you sit upright quickly, smacking your head into something harshly as you do so.
"Bloody 'ell, lass! Tis only me!" You hear Jack moan in pain as he grips his forehead. Your own forehead pounds as well, as you gaze at about you. The room that you fell asleep in, looks rather same except for the sunlight streaming through the murky window. Turning to Jack, you muster a tiny,
"Sorry."
"'S alright," he grumbles, "'Ere. Wear this, you look like a bloody fool walkin' round the way you do." He tosses you a bundle of fabric, and strides out of the room. Looking around you, you see that you are the only one in the room. Tiredly looking down to see what Jack had tossed to you, you find that it is a dress. A green dress of 17th century style. 'I should probably put it on. I probably DO look like a fool walking around in my clothes from my time period', you think to yourself.
Once you have changed into the dress (it was quite hard to get into!) you gaze down at yourself. The neck is rather low, but then again so were all the dresses' necks in this time period, and the skirt of the dress is a little long. You'll have to hold it up when you walk. Not knowing what to do with your old clothes, you decide to leave them in the room. No sense in carrying them around wherever you go.
Popping your head quickly out into the hall, you see Will leaning against the wall. Upon noticing you, he says,
"Jack said that he wanted us to meet him down at the docks."
"Oh, OK." You reply as you stand next to him. Gazing at your dress, Will says,
"If I may say so, that dress is more suitable than what you wore before."
"Yeah, I guess," you shrug.
The sunlight causes you to sweat underneath the many layers of your new dress as you and Will approach the docks where you find Jack smuggling a banana from a nearby vendor.
"Ah, finally!" Jack rambles as you come closer. "This way!" Following Jack down the docks, the smell of saltwater lifts into the air. Glancing down aways, you can see the Interceptor floating not far off atop the glittering sea.
"Feast your eyes Captain!" Your turn you eyes from the ship to see Gibbs standing beside a long line of men; your new crew.
"All of them, faithful hands before the mast! Every man worth his salt. And crazy to boot!" An odd assortment of pirates stand tiredly in the heat. You can't help but think that none of them look very willing to be here.
"So this...is your able-bodied crew?" Will implores to Jack warily. Jack ignores the question and walk along the line of pirates, followed closely by you, Will, and Gibbs.
"You, sailor!" Jack shouts at a pirate with a colorful parrot perched on his shoulder.
"Cotton, sir!" chimes Gibbs.
"Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Jack asks accusingly. When Cotton doesn't reply, Jack commands,
"Mr. Cotton, answer man!"
"Uh, he's a mute, sir. Poor devil 'ad his tongue cut out." To prove his case, Cotton opens his mouth, to reveal a disgusting stump at the back of his throat. In the movie, you simply laughed at this scene. But now you realize that it's just gross. Your eyes widen in disgust as you gaze into his mouth.
"So, he trained the parrot to talk for 'im! No one's yet figured how...." Gibbs continues. Looking confused Jack hesitantly asks,
"Mr. Cotton's....Parrot, same question!" The bird merely flaps its wings and squawks,
"Awk! Wind in the sails, wind in the sails!! Awk!"
"Mostly we figure that means yes!" Gibbs smiles at Jack.
"O' course it does! Satisfied?" Jack asks looking back at you and Will.
"Well, you've proved their mad!" you return to Jack, who looks at the crew in the same way as he looked upon the room last night, 'their not so bad!'.
Looking back at Will, you aren't surprised at his suspicious gaze.
"Let me guess!" you say "Your words exactly?" But before Will can answer, you hear,
"And what's the benefit for us?!" That'll be Anamaria.
You smirk to yourself as you see Jack's eyes widen in fear as he realizes that it is her, too. Cautiously making his way toward her, you mumble to Will,
"This'll be good..."
"Anamaria!" Jack greets as he lifts her hat, revealing her tan face and raven hair. Without a reply, she harshly slaps him across the face, sending him stumbling back into you. You now realize that you will most likley be spending this whole adventure just trying to keep these two guys upright!
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either?" you taunt Jack.
"No, that one I deserved." Jack shrugs. Anamaria nods in agreement as she accuses,
"You stole my boat!"
"Actually," Jack starts, but is cut off by another slap. You wince as you hear the slap across his face. It must have been a hard one seeing as how it takes some time for him to speak again.
"Borrowed! Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you!"
"But you didn't!!!!" she screams again. Jack frantically searches for something to say, while moving his arms around wildly while doing so.
"You'll get another one!" he musters. Pointing her finger into his face, she says menacingly,
"I will.."
"A better one!" you hear Will add behind you.
"A better one!" Jack agrees enthusiastically. Pointing to the Interceptor, you add,
"That one!"
"What one?" asks Jack. Following your stare to the Interceptor, he angrily spins back toward you,
"That one??!!" but then, seeing Anamaria, quickly adds,
"Aye! That one! What say you?"
"Aye!" the line of pirates shout as Anamaria forcefully grabs her hat back from Jack. The crew then hurriedly scampers towards the ship. Gibbs, however, stays behind and argues with Jack,
"No, no, no, no, no, no! I told ye, ye were pushin' your luck bringin one woman aboard, sir. But tis frightfully worse to bring two on board!" Gazing up at the sky, Jack fondles the banana still in his hand as he reasons,
"It'd be far worse not to ever." And with that, he follows the crew towards the ship. Looking up at the sky yourself, you see a mass of storm clouds forming in the distance. Oh damn! You'd forgotten about that bloody storm!
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"Thank you Violet." Will says to you as you help him stand upright.
"Quite all right!" you return with a smile, gazing at the ever continuing bar fight that still rages with a passion within the dimly lit tavern.
A few moments later, you feel a pat on your back and turn to see Gibbs smiling at both you and Will.
"I'll see ye both tomorrow, bright an' early!" and with that, he pushes himself through the sea of pirates and women to the tavern door. You and Will stand silent for a moment before you hear someone's rough, gravelly voice being cleared loudly and intentionally. Snapping your head around, you see Jack still sitting at the wooden table beckoning you slightly with his hand. Hesitantly, both you and Will slide into the bench opposite Jack. Glancing curiously at his empty mug, Jack explains,
"Me friend Gibbs is gonna be findin' us a crew tonight. For the time being, we'll be lodgin' 'ere tonight." He pushes himself up from the table with a slight drunken swagger, and motions for the both of you to follow him. Shrugging at Will, you too, push yourself from the table and follow Jack, once again, through the mass of people.
Finally pushing your way through you search for the figure of Jack.
"There he is." You hear Will point out from beside you. You glance toward the bar area to see Jack conversing with a large figured woman who is currently wiping down a table as she speaks with him. As you approach them, you hear Jack finish,
"Thank ye, luv!" H swivels toward you whilst straightening his hat and begins,
"Unfortunately, the innkeeper 'ere says that she only 'as one room available. So, me friends, tonight we are to be bunkmates!" Clapping each of his hands on your and Will's shoulder, he leads you towards a staircase in the front corner of the tavern.
Taking a deep breath, you begin to ascend the stairs, following Jack and Will. Looking down, you notice the stairs are stained a dirty brown color, no doubt from having rum spilled on them constantly. Upon arriving at the top, you look down a musty hallway, with a line of doors on either ends of the walls.
"Down 'ere!" Jack calls to you and Will from the end of the hallway. Gulping loudly, you motion for Will to go first. The floorboards creak and groan under you as you make your way down the hall. A ruckus of noise emits from behind each door that you pass. You can only imagine what goes on behind them on a regular basis. Arriving where Jack stands, he nods and swings open the shabby, wooden door, which looks as if it were at one time painted green.
A look of shock passes across your face as you stare at the room that awaits you. A rusty bed that seems to be missing a leg sits against the side of the room, covered in stained red sheets. A glass window, covered in a layer of dirt, occupates the adjacent wall. That is the extent of what lies in the room.
"Uh...Only ONE bed?" you question, with a slight edginess to your voice. Jack, in return, looks about the room with a look that says, 'It's not so bad!" before speaking,
"Well, luv, a place such as this hardly calls for a room with two beds!" Jack smirks at you.
"Oh, yeah." You sigh.
"Well, g'night me lads!" Jack calls as he saunters to the bed He lays across it while folding his arms across his chest, droops his hat down over his eyes, and seemingly goes to sleep.
"I'm not a lad." You state, but Jack doesn't answer. The noises from downstairs are silenced as you hear Will quietly shut the door behind you.
You turn back and smile at Will who looks just as nervous as you are.
Returning the smile he says,
"We'd best get to bed. We have a long day ahead of us. Who knows the next time that we'll be able to sleep?" You nod in agreement as he walks toward the bed and lays to the right of Jack, closing his eyes instantly. It's only you, now, that stands by the door. Finally mustering up the courage, you walk towards the left side of the bed, and sit yourself down on the side, trying not to fall off. Still sitting upright, you look down at Jack, who lies in the space in between you and Will, snoring loudly.
As tired as you are, you can't find the will to go to sleep. A homesick feeling comes over you as you sit on the bed, staring at the lit candle, which sits on the top of a chest at the foot of the bed. A strange silence comes upon the room. The only sound is that of Will breathing rhythmically in his sleep. The snores of Jack Sparrow can no longer be heard. Turning toward him, you see him staring at you from under the brim of his hat.
"I thought you'd be the one ta fall asleep firs', seein' as how you was complainin' abou' 'ow tired you were the 'ole way 'ere." He murmurs.
"I know," you nod, "It's not that I'm not tired....I just...can't sleep."
"Well!" Jack says as he sits up to be eye-level with you, "That simply won't do! 'Ow's about I tell ye a story then?"
"OK," you shrug.
"Well, lass, there was a time, nigh six years ago, when I 'ad what you'd call, a slight brush with the East India Trading Company......"
As Jack tells you his story, you listen interestedly, and are soon calmed down enough to the point where your eyelids feel as if they weigh at least 500 pounds each.
The last words you hear before you fall asleep are,
"....and then they made me their chief...."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~****************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A pair of dark eyes. A pair of dark eyes are staring down at you. Giving a loud gasp, you sit upright quickly, smacking your head into something harshly as you do so.
"Bloody 'ell, lass! Tis only me!" You hear Jack moan in pain as he grips his forehead. Your own forehead pounds as well, as you gaze at about you. The room that you fell asleep in, looks rather same except for the sunlight streaming through the murky window. Turning to Jack, you muster a tiny,
"Sorry."
"'S alright," he grumbles, "'Ere. Wear this, you look like a bloody fool walkin' round the way you do." He tosses you a bundle of fabric, and strides out of the room. Looking around you, you see that you are the only one in the room. Tiredly looking down to see what Jack had tossed to you, you find that it is a dress. A green dress of 17th century style. 'I should probably put it on. I probably DO look like a fool walking around in my clothes from my time period', you think to yourself.
Once you have changed into the dress (it was quite hard to get into!) you gaze down at yourself. The neck is rather low, but then again so were all the dresses' necks in this time period, and the skirt of the dress is a little long. You'll have to hold it up when you walk. Not knowing what to do with your old clothes, you decide to leave them in the room. No sense in carrying them around wherever you go.
Popping your head quickly out into the hall, you see Will leaning against the wall. Upon noticing you, he says,
"Jack said that he wanted us to meet him down at the docks."
"Oh, OK." You reply as you stand next to him. Gazing at your dress, Will says,
"If I may say so, that dress is more suitable than what you wore before."
"Yeah, I guess," you shrug.
The sunlight causes you to sweat underneath the many layers of your new dress as you and Will approach the docks where you find Jack smuggling a banana from a nearby vendor.
"Ah, finally!" Jack rambles as you come closer. "This way!" Following Jack down the docks, the smell of saltwater lifts into the air. Glancing down aways, you can see the Interceptor floating not far off atop the glittering sea.
"Feast your eyes Captain!" Your turn you eyes from the ship to see Gibbs standing beside a long line of men; your new crew.
"All of them, faithful hands before the mast! Every man worth his salt. And crazy to boot!" An odd assortment of pirates stand tiredly in the heat. You can't help but think that none of them look very willing to be here.
"So this...is your able-bodied crew?" Will implores to Jack warily. Jack ignores the question and walk along the line of pirates, followed closely by you, Will, and Gibbs.
"You, sailor!" Jack shouts at a pirate with a colorful parrot perched on his shoulder.
"Cotton, sir!" chimes Gibbs.
"Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Jack asks accusingly. When Cotton doesn't reply, Jack commands,
"Mr. Cotton, answer man!"
"Uh, he's a mute, sir. Poor devil 'ad his tongue cut out." To prove his case, Cotton opens his mouth, to reveal a disgusting stump at the back of his throat. In the movie, you simply laughed at this scene. But now you realize that it's just gross. Your eyes widen in disgust as you gaze into his mouth.
"So, he trained the parrot to talk for 'im! No one's yet figured how...." Gibbs continues. Looking confused Jack hesitantly asks,
"Mr. Cotton's....Parrot, same question!" The bird merely flaps its wings and squawks,
"Awk! Wind in the sails, wind in the sails!! Awk!"
"Mostly we figure that means yes!" Gibbs smiles at Jack.
"O' course it does! Satisfied?" Jack asks looking back at you and Will.
"Well, you've proved their mad!" you return to Jack, who looks at the crew in the same way as he looked upon the room last night, 'their not so bad!'.
Looking back at Will, you aren't surprised at his suspicious gaze.
"Let me guess!" you say "Your words exactly?" But before Will can answer, you hear,
"And what's the benefit for us?!" That'll be Anamaria.
You smirk to yourself as you see Jack's eyes widen in fear as he realizes that it is her, too. Cautiously making his way toward her, you mumble to Will,
"This'll be good..."
"Anamaria!" Jack greets as he lifts her hat, revealing her tan face and raven hair. Without a reply, she harshly slaps him across the face, sending him stumbling back into you. You now realize that you will most likley be spending this whole adventure just trying to keep these two guys upright!
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either?" you taunt Jack.
"No, that one I deserved." Jack shrugs. Anamaria nods in agreement as she accuses,
"You stole my boat!"
"Actually," Jack starts, but is cut off by another slap. You wince as you hear the slap across his face. It must have been a hard one seeing as how it takes some time for him to speak again.
"Borrowed! Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you!"
"But you didn't!!!!" she screams again. Jack frantically searches for something to say, while moving his arms around wildly while doing so.
"You'll get another one!" he musters. Pointing her finger into his face, she says menacingly,
"I will.."
"A better one!" you hear Will add behind you.
"A better one!" Jack agrees enthusiastically. Pointing to the Interceptor, you add,
"That one!"
"What one?" asks Jack. Following your stare to the Interceptor, he angrily spins back toward you,
"That one??!!" but then, seeing Anamaria, quickly adds,
"Aye! That one! What say you?"
"Aye!" the line of pirates shout as Anamaria forcefully grabs her hat back from Jack. The crew then hurriedly scampers towards the ship. Gibbs, however, stays behind and argues with Jack,
"No, no, no, no, no, no! I told ye, ye were pushin' your luck bringin one woman aboard, sir. But tis frightfully worse to bring two on board!" Gazing up at the sky, Jack fondles the banana still in his hand as he reasons,
"It'd be far worse not to ever." And with that, he follows the crew towards the ship. Looking up at the sky yourself, you see a mass of storm clouds forming in the distance. Oh damn! You'd forgotten about that bloody storm!
Hope that you enjoyed reading the eighth chapter! More soon! Please review!