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"Ah! Time for me rum at last . . ." Jack thought as he descended from the Black Pearl. In anticipation of drowning out everything with rum, he quickened his pace, and stumbled over a rather large rock, no not a rock-"
Jack yelped as he was shoved backwards as the 'rock' sprang to life off its haunches like a cat and unsheathed its sword on him.
"Now, now - love" Jack responded lightly when he noticed this angry person was actually a vixen of some sort. An angry vixen at that and he had not a doubt that he had disturbed her sleep. Not good, not at all.
"Why did ye 'ave to go an' step on me?" The woman snappped, thrusting the blade even closer to his heart.
When Jack remained silent, her eyes narrowed, giving her an ominous look. "Do ye plan on answering me ye mangy mutt? Or are ye too stupid to speak? Ye suddenly become mute?"
"Now love, I see that I've disturbed ye sleep. I apologize completely." Jack gave a mock bow in hopes that'd prevent her from slitting him from navel to his jaw. "Allow me to buy ye a drink."
"How very magnamious of ye," the woman replied, "but I can buy me own drink."
"Can ye now?" Jack removed his hand from behind his back. In between his fingers was a little sachet, which jingled with the sound of money when he gave the bag a shake.
"You bastard! How'd ye manage to take me possessions- I demand ye give it back at once, or I'll have to end this little party the easy way."
"Very well, ye can 'ave ye money back, but only if ye let me buy ye a drink, just because I don't like 'aving enemies."
"I'll bet," she retorted, "that while ye've been putting up this gallant facade of kindness and amiability ye've snuck ye fingers into me bag and slipped out a few coins to conveniently buy me a drink and ye one with me money. So tell me, how close am I?"
"Ye wound me, love," Jack exaggerated, "to think that I would be capable of acts of such piracy. How could ye picture me looting a ship, and moreso a mere lass?"
Jack said this all with such dazzling charisma that she couldn't help but laugh. "Alright. Ye win. Ye can have the honor of buying me a drink, but that's it. I don't want ta be owing you anything, got it?"
"Of course. Shall we proceed to our destination?"
Hesistating only slightly, she nodded and started to walk in the direction of the nearest tavern. Unfortunately her stomach grumbled loudly; she hadn't eaten in two days. She needed to save her money for more important things. It was all a matter of rationing.
"Ye sure ye still only want that drink? Not any bit o' food to liven up ye drink?"
"Well. . . ye did wake me in my sleep. Surely that calls for more 'n a drink."
Jack smiled, "I suppose I do owe ye that. To the tavern then?"
"To the tavern," she echoed faintly.
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The pair sat at a small table in the back of the tavern; it was the only one available because even in the wee hours of the morning the drunks remained.
"I've just realized I don't know who ye are," Jack said suddenly as he leaned back to get a better look at his guest.
"Ye don't need to know anything about me. The less ye know the less obligation I 'ave to ye."
"So it seems, but I can come in handy as an ally sometimes, love. Why don't ye tell me who ye are?"
"Why don't ye tell me who ye are?" she mimicked. "I'll tell ye just as soon as ye tell me where ye from. If I think I can believe ye, I'll tell ye my name."
"Name's Sparrow. Capt'n Jack Sparrow. Best pirate of the entire Caribbean. Hell, probably the entire world."
"Ye're Sparrow?" she answered increduously. "Ye mangy mutt? I canna believe. Sparrow is said to be the wisest man to ever sail the seven seas. Sparrow is a legend, and here ye are telling me ye're him. Ye're mad, my friend, quite mad."
"Ah, but ye do think me a friend, so tell me, friend, who are ye?"
Narrowing her eyes, she suddenly knew that he was telling the truth. She couldn't pinpoint what it was but something in his eyes told her that he was Sparrow. She couldn't do this; she couldn't actually tell him the truth. He would laugh in her face. The prophecy that the woman had given her was insane, not worth listening to, and yet, there was something that tugged at her heart to tell him. The prophecy, if it did come true would prove to be most dangerous, if not disastrous.
"Yes, ye've given me nothing but the truth in the short time I've met ye. I can only repay it by giving ye the truth, although I fear ye will laugh me in the face. First, me name is Sheridan Ferrell, and our involvement will not be a simple acquaintance. No, our meeting has been long ago destined in a prophecy. That prophecy is what I shall explain next. Do not mock it, for those who mock will suffer at the hands of fate and destiny.
"Ah! Time for me rum at last . . ." Jack thought as he descended from the Black Pearl. In anticipation of drowning out everything with rum, he quickened his pace, and stumbled over a rather large rock, no not a rock-"
Jack yelped as he was shoved backwards as the 'rock' sprang to life off its haunches like a cat and unsheathed its sword on him.
"Now, now - love" Jack responded lightly when he noticed this angry person was actually a vixen of some sort. An angry vixen at that and he had not a doubt that he had disturbed her sleep. Not good, not at all.
"Why did ye 'ave to go an' step on me?" The woman snappped, thrusting the blade even closer to his heart.
When Jack remained silent, her eyes narrowed, giving her an ominous look. "Do ye plan on answering me ye mangy mutt? Or are ye too stupid to speak? Ye suddenly become mute?"
"Now love, I see that I've disturbed ye sleep. I apologize completely." Jack gave a mock bow in hopes that'd prevent her from slitting him from navel to his jaw. "Allow me to buy ye a drink."
"How very magnamious of ye," the woman replied, "but I can buy me own drink."
"Can ye now?" Jack removed his hand from behind his back. In between his fingers was a little sachet, which jingled with the sound of money when he gave the bag a shake.
"You bastard! How'd ye manage to take me possessions- I demand ye give it back at once, or I'll have to end this little party the easy way."
"Very well, ye can 'ave ye money back, but only if ye let me buy ye a drink, just because I don't like 'aving enemies."
"I'll bet," she retorted, "that while ye've been putting up this gallant facade of kindness and amiability ye've snuck ye fingers into me bag and slipped out a few coins to conveniently buy me a drink and ye one with me money. So tell me, how close am I?"
"Ye wound me, love," Jack exaggerated, "to think that I would be capable of acts of such piracy. How could ye picture me looting a ship, and moreso a mere lass?"
Jack said this all with such dazzling charisma that she couldn't help but laugh. "Alright. Ye win. Ye can have the honor of buying me a drink, but that's it. I don't want ta be owing you anything, got it?"
"Of course. Shall we proceed to our destination?"
Hesistating only slightly, she nodded and started to walk in the direction of the nearest tavern. Unfortunately her stomach grumbled loudly; she hadn't eaten in two days. She needed to save her money for more important things. It was all a matter of rationing.
"Ye sure ye still only want that drink? Not any bit o' food to liven up ye drink?"
"Well. . . ye did wake me in my sleep. Surely that calls for more 'n a drink."
Jack smiled, "I suppose I do owe ye that. To the tavern then?"
"To the tavern," she echoed faintly.
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The pair sat at a small table in the back of the tavern; it was the only one available because even in the wee hours of the morning the drunks remained.
"I've just realized I don't know who ye are," Jack said suddenly as he leaned back to get a better look at his guest.
"Ye don't need to know anything about me. The less ye know the less obligation I 'ave to ye."
"So it seems, but I can come in handy as an ally sometimes, love. Why don't ye tell me who ye are?"
"Why don't ye tell me who ye are?" she mimicked. "I'll tell ye just as soon as ye tell me where ye from. If I think I can believe ye, I'll tell ye my name."
"Name's Sparrow. Capt'n Jack Sparrow. Best pirate of the entire Caribbean. Hell, probably the entire world."
"Ye're Sparrow?" she answered increduously. "Ye mangy mutt? I canna believe. Sparrow is said to be the wisest man to ever sail the seven seas. Sparrow is a legend, and here ye are telling me ye're him. Ye're mad, my friend, quite mad."
"Ah, but ye do think me a friend, so tell me, friend, who are ye?"
Narrowing her eyes, she suddenly knew that he was telling the truth. She couldn't pinpoint what it was but something in his eyes told her that he was Sparrow. She couldn't do this; she couldn't actually tell him the truth. He would laugh in her face. The prophecy that the woman had given her was insane, not worth listening to, and yet, there was something that tugged at her heart to tell him. The prophecy, if it did come true would prove to be most dangerous, if not disastrous.
"Yes, ye've given me nothing but the truth in the short time I've met ye. I can only repay it by giving ye the truth, although I fear ye will laugh me in the face. First, me name is Sheridan Ferrell, and our involvement will not be a simple acquaintance. No, our meeting has been long ago destined in a prophecy. That prophecy is what I shall explain next. Do not mock it, for those who mock will suffer at the hands of fate and destiny.