Tate and his two new friends ran out of the building excited for
their free time and the small collection of coins which jingled in their
pockets. His new friends were Thomas and Solomon, two kids of the same age
of sixteen from Port Royal. They led Tate to the tavern to drink and be
merry untill they dragged themselves to back to bed and them up again in
the morning.
They walked, no strolled, no pretty much strutted into the tavern showing off their new clean red jackets. They went straight to a table and order up a round of drinks. Tate leaned back in his chair with a mug in one hand and another pushing his hair off his face. He quickly found himself lying on the floor with a much larger man sitting on him sipping delicatley at his beer.
"Well don't look so shocked lad, I knew you'd try to find me again, cept this time there's a bloody building on the island." It was Captain Jack Sparrow who sat squarely grinning.
"Geroph me!" managed Tate who could barely breath.
"Ooh right, where are my manners." said Jack. He picked up the chair and put his foot on his chest. He stuck out his hand to Thomas and Solomon, "Hello there, I am the Captain Jack Sparrow." as he took off his had with a flourished bow.
Thomas and Solomon grinned ear to ear and stuck out their hands and Tate got up off the floor.
"Well, you never told me you planned on going over to the dark side did you now?" said Jack apparently hurt as he noticed Tate's red jacket, "Thought you'd tell me after you arrested me and stole my ship for your own did you."
"Of course not Jack, I mean Captain. I'd do no such thing. But I will turn you in for theft if you do not return my drink."
"My dear, would I ever steal from a child? Well mabye I would, but you're not a child of course." said Jack handing back an empty glass.
Tate just gaped back at him but was prepared to go buy another drink.
"Haha, I'll get you another drink." said Jack laughing and he grabbed a drink off a passing waand told her to put it on his tab. He got a slap from this. The bird-like lady with her breasts hanging out said "Your tab has naougt been payed ever. Don't ya give me ya'll shit."
Another waitress, this one quite on the heavy side came up and slapped him too, "So thats why you don't be have givin me tips a any more."
"Mabye, this isn't quite the place for me." said Jack defensively. He swaggered out the doors and half the bar left with him.
Many drinks latter, the three crawled out of the tavern. It was pitch black out, windows were closed an lights were out.
"I never quite realised how different Port Royal *hic* looks when everythings been painted black." Solomon managed to form.
"I think we should paint it a nicer color." said Thomas.
"I think it should be red, like our jackets." said Tate.
"I think thats a good idea." said Thomas.
They went down to the shipyard, the only way they got there was because it was all down hill to get there, where they found lots of paint, including red paint. They grabbed three cans of paint, but paintbrushes eluded them as they were secretly hidden on the shelf.
They ran back along the docks and spilled paint all along as they went. They ran up and down the streets aimlessly, writing words and pictures and just red on every door with their hands and wall laughing the whole time.
They somehow found themselves back to their beds and went to sleep for what to them seemed for but five minutes. Truth be told, they didn't get much more than ten minutes.
They walked, no strolled, no pretty much strutted into the tavern showing off their new clean red jackets. They went straight to a table and order up a round of drinks. Tate leaned back in his chair with a mug in one hand and another pushing his hair off his face. He quickly found himself lying on the floor with a much larger man sitting on him sipping delicatley at his beer.
"Well don't look so shocked lad, I knew you'd try to find me again, cept this time there's a bloody building on the island." It was Captain Jack Sparrow who sat squarely grinning.
"Geroph me!" managed Tate who could barely breath.
"Ooh right, where are my manners." said Jack. He picked up the chair and put his foot on his chest. He stuck out his hand to Thomas and Solomon, "Hello there, I am the Captain Jack Sparrow." as he took off his had with a flourished bow.
Thomas and Solomon grinned ear to ear and stuck out their hands and Tate got up off the floor.
"Well, you never told me you planned on going over to the dark side did you now?" said Jack apparently hurt as he noticed Tate's red jacket, "Thought you'd tell me after you arrested me and stole my ship for your own did you."
"Of course not Jack, I mean Captain. I'd do no such thing. But I will turn you in for theft if you do not return my drink."
"My dear, would I ever steal from a child? Well mabye I would, but you're not a child of course." said Jack handing back an empty glass.
Tate just gaped back at him but was prepared to go buy another drink.
"Haha, I'll get you another drink." said Jack laughing and he grabbed a drink off a passing waand told her to put it on his tab. He got a slap from this. The bird-like lady with her breasts hanging out said "Your tab has naougt been payed ever. Don't ya give me ya'll shit."
Another waitress, this one quite on the heavy side came up and slapped him too, "So thats why you don't be have givin me tips a any more."
"Mabye, this isn't quite the place for me." said Jack defensively. He swaggered out the doors and half the bar left with him.
Many drinks latter, the three crawled out of the tavern. It was pitch black out, windows were closed an lights were out.
"I never quite realised how different Port Royal *hic* looks when everythings been painted black." Solomon managed to form.
"I think we should paint it a nicer color." said Thomas.
"I think it should be red, like our jackets." said Tate.
"I think thats a good idea." said Thomas.
They went down to the shipyard, the only way they got there was because it was all down hill to get there, where they found lots of paint, including red paint. They grabbed three cans of paint, but paintbrushes eluded them as they were secretly hidden on the shelf.
They ran back along the docks and spilled paint all along as they went. They ran up and down the streets aimlessly, writing words and pictures and just red on every door with their hands and wall laughing the whole time.
They somehow found themselves back to their beds and went to sleep for what to them seemed for but five minutes. Truth be told, they didn't get much more than ten minutes.