"SPARROW! Me old mate, come sit 'ere and 'ave a taste 'o rum with me eh?"
Jack Sparrow grinned as he caught sight of Fletcher, the scurvy old dog
from his days with the Sea's Revenge.
"Fletcher, correct me if I'm wrong but it seems you're drinking slop water." The pirate corrected him looking at the greenish water in the old pirates' tankard.
"Eh?" Fletcher replied glancing down at it while slopping a considerable amount down the front of his shirt. "Why so it is Jack, so it is!" The old dog grinned crookedly at him and threw the tankard away.
"RUM!" He bellowed at a passing serving maid and she jumped in surprise. "So Jack, yeh old sea dog. What yeh been up to eh?" The pirate stared blearily at him as Jack grinned.
"Oh, raiding, massacring, destroying, stealing, burning and pretty much committing every other crime they have a law for." Jack replied taking a swig from the rum the maid had hurried over with.
"Good boy!" Fletcher roared in approval. "Damn good, too many of me old friends have up and went legit on me." He drained half the tankard and fixed Jack with a stare. "Don't you go runnin' off with some wench babbling about starting a FAMILY or COMING CLEAN." He ordered. "Not like Taylor or Shawn the bastards."
"Taylor Black went legit?" Asked Jack incredulously. He remembered Taylor, and what a pirate he'd been! Ready to slit a throat or break a leg and more then ready to cheat and steal if it meant self-gain. Shawn on the other hand, was a strange name to Jacks ears.
"Aye, years and years ago. I think 'is sister is still floatin' around though. She made quite a name for herself, almost sunk the cad Norringtons ship as I recall. Got herself two weeks worth of free drinks with that tale as I remember, though it might've been three." Fletcher tried to think about it for a second before shrugging and going back to his rum
"Sister. . . ?" Jack asked thoughtfully. He didn't remember Taylor ever having a sister. But then he'd only been about thirteen at that point and all his thought and energy had been channeled into becoming a pirate.
"Oh aye." The fat pirate said with a sly look. "She was a might bit scrawny when she was on the Revenge but she's turned into a strapping young lass. Phoenix be her name Jack don't cha remember her at all?"
Jack could feel his eyebrows disappear into his hair at the name. "PHOENIX BLACK WAS A GIRL?" Half the tavern went silent as he shouted the comment over the noise.
Jack turned around in his seat and gave the rest of the cabin a sarcastic little wave before returning to his conversation.
"No no no Fletcher. That little. . . creature, was not a girl." Jack said as the tavern resumed its normal volume. "The devil incarnate maybe, but not. . . of the race of man."
"Well I thought yeh'd be happy t' know Phoenix was a girl Jack. It would explain why she was always starin' at yer behind wouldn't it?" The old pirate asked.
"But Phoenix was so. . ." He paused looking for the right words. "Ungirlish." He finished. "He was the one who never wanted to be inside or in the kitchen, always outside practicing swords with any pirate that happened to have his hands free at the time."
"That's true, not even the captain knew she was a woman until she turned seventeen. Apparently Taylor and her had been strapping her breasts down and hiding her curves and other such things for years in hope no one would bother her. But when she turned seventeen she came clean and left the ship after Taylor ran off with some Portuguese woman." Fletcher shook his head. "A bad time for the Revenge Jack, a bad bad time. We underestimated how much we needed her talents with locks and swords. The crew disbanded and someone bought the ship of us."
"Hard luck my friend, hard luck." Said Jack consolingly. The door swung open behind his back and the sad old man looked up to have his forlornness smashed in the blink of an eye.
"Speak o' the devil!" He cried. "Phoenix, drag your salt caked hide over hear and say hello to Jack Sparrow!"
"Fletcher, correct me if I'm wrong but it seems you're drinking slop water." The pirate corrected him looking at the greenish water in the old pirates' tankard.
"Eh?" Fletcher replied glancing down at it while slopping a considerable amount down the front of his shirt. "Why so it is Jack, so it is!" The old dog grinned crookedly at him and threw the tankard away.
"RUM!" He bellowed at a passing serving maid and she jumped in surprise. "So Jack, yeh old sea dog. What yeh been up to eh?" The pirate stared blearily at him as Jack grinned.
"Oh, raiding, massacring, destroying, stealing, burning and pretty much committing every other crime they have a law for." Jack replied taking a swig from the rum the maid had hurried over with.
"Good boy!" Fletcher roared in approval. "Damn good, too many of me old friends have up and went legit on me." He drained half the tankard and fixed Jack with a stare. "Don't you go runnin' off with some wench babbling about starting a FAMILY or COMING CLEAN." He ordered. "Not like Taylor or Shawn the bastards."
"Taylor Black went legit?" Asked Jack incredulously. He remembered Taylor, and what a pirate he'd been! Ready to slit a throat or break a leg and more then ready to cheat and steal if it meant self-gain. Shawn on the other hand, was a strange name to Jacks ears.
"Aye, years and years ago. I think 'is sister is still floatin' around though. She made quite a name for herself, almost sunk the cad Norringtons ship as I recall. Got herself two weeks worth of free drinks with that tale as I remember, though it might've been three." Fletcher tried to think about it for a second before shrugging and going back to his rum
"Sister. . . ?" Jack asked thoughtfully. He didn't remember Taylor ever having a sister. But then he'd only been about thirteen at that point and all his thought and energy had been channeled into becoming a pirate.
"Oh aye." The fat pirate said with a sly look. "She was a might bit scrawny when she was on the Revenge but she's turned into a strapping young lass. Phoenix be her name Jack don't cha remember her at all?"
Jack could feel his eyebrows disappear into his hair at the name. "PHOENIX BLACK WAS A GIRL?" Half the tavern went silent as he shouted the comment over the noise.
Jack turned around in his seat and gave the rest of the cabin a sarcastic little wave before returning to his conversation.
"No no no Fletcher. That little. . . creature, was not a girl." Jack said as the tavern resumed its normal volume. "The devil incarnate maybe, but not. . . of the race of man."
"Well I thought yeh'd be happy t' know Phoenix was a girl Jack. It would explain why she was always starin' at yer behind wouldn't it?" The old pirate asked.
"But Phoenix was so. . ." He paused looking for the right words. "Ungirlish." He finished. "He was the one who never wanted to be inside or in the kitchen, always outside practicing swords with any pirate that happened to have his hands free at the time."
"That's true, not even the captain knew she was a woman until she turned seventeen. Apparently Taylor and her had been strapping her breasts down and hiding her curves and other such things for years in hope no one would bother her. But when she turned seventeen she came clean and left the ship after Taylor ran off with some Portuguese woman." Fletcher shook his head. "A bad time for the Revenge Jack, a bad bad time. We underestimated how much we needed her talents with locks and swords. The crew disbanded and someone bought the ship of us."
"Hard luck my friend, hard luck." Said Jack consolingly. The door swung open behind his back and the sad old man looked up to have his forlornness smashed in the blink of an eye.
"Speak o' the devil!" He cried. "Phoenix, drag your salt caked hide over hear and say hello to Jack Sparrow!"