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can't help but wish I did!
A special thanks to JACKFAN2 who helped me get back into writing!
The glass of rum set down before him looked like his own piece of heaven. Like his Pearl, only liquefied. Jack reached for the warm glass and sipped it, letting the liquid slide through his mouth. But before he could swallow-
"Jack Sparrow!" Cried a voice. And out came his precious rum, spewing out onto the wall in front of him. The bartender shot dirty looks at him while Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The voice was just too familiar. The chair across from him was pulled out, and Elizabeth Turner sat down.
"Ello, love. Just sitting here, all by my onesies, drinking my rum, hoping to get slightly drunk, and here you are." Grinning stupidly, Jack swallowed down the rest of his rum. His eyes slid out of focus for a moment, then refocused.
"Here you are. Again. Standin' between me and the rum once more. Quite lovely. Now if you just move slightly to the left you will get out of my patch of moonshine and I will continue to swallow my precious rum. Have you ever had rum? I love rum. More than the Pearl. NO!" Jack shouted, slamming his hand down on the table. "NO ONE TAKES THE PLACE OF MY PEARL! Cept Barbossa, I will kill him again when I see him!"Elizabeth frowned in disapproval, but then smiled. Ah, the old Sparrow charm coming into effect yet again-
It really did come into effect. He was sure he saw the barmaid wink. Unfortunately, Elizabeth didn't agree.
"Get your head out of that bottle, Jack, and listen!" She implored. Jack waved his hand vaguely at her.
"Course, love, course. Yes. Right, go on." Elizabeth sighed heavily. 'Honestly, I'm not that exasperating.' Jack thought. Elizabeth looked like she wanted his attention again. Jack looked up at her vaguely.
"Am I vexing, Elizabeth? No one thinks I'm vexing..cept maybe Annamaria..oh and Gibbs, said somethin' bout' a song. What song?" Suddenly, he was aware that the barmaid was pouring him another glass, winking seductively. Jack grinned up at her. Jack winked as she walked away, looking over her shoulder. Suddenly, Elizabeth tapped him hard.
"Oh, right love. As I was saying.oh! The song! I've taught it to evryone' on me ship! 'Cept Annamaria, and Gibbs.and Mr. Cotton. Parrot knows it though." Elizabeth was looking at him strangely now. He laughed, gesturing elaborately.
"C'mon love, you remember the song, don't cha? We pilfer we plunder we rifle and loot! Drink up me 'hearties yo ho!" Grinning wildly, Jack stood up on his chair.
"Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me!" He shouted in a singing voice. Surprisingly, half the bar was sober enough to join in. Elizabeth's cheeks flushed with shame. She grabbed his coat and yanked him down. He fell with a crash to the floor. Rubbing his head and wincing he sat up. The fall had done him some good.
"Ello Liz." Elizabeth's face grew red. She slapped Jack very hard. He rubbed his head as the shock flew through him.
"Jack Sparrow, you are a drunk and a shameless, virtue less man!" She seethed.
"And a captain!" He muttered darkly under his breath. "What's the trouble that you had to ruin my one night of rum?" He asked, glaring, his kohl lined eyes narrowed into slits.
"Oh, I know perfectly well that you have rum nearly every other night even on the Pearl. I need your help, Jack." Jack nodded, gesturing for her to continue, looking longingly at the empty glass of rum.
"Will is gone. I think he's been taken by pirates!" She said, her hands in a knot. She looked around nervously. "I need you to help me find him!" Elizabeth confided. Jack glared darkly at her, still managing to watch his glass as if it would magically be refilled.
"S'always somethin' with you people!" He growled. She sighed.
"Please Jack. I need your help. And I'll give you five bottles of rum when Will and I get back to Port Royal together." Jack seemed to think about this.
"Ten."
"Six!"
"Nine."
"Seven, you drunkard and not a drop more!" She said harshly. Jack sighed and nodded.
"Fine. And not a drop less! And Will can't have any! If he even LOOKS at it, you owe me three more bottles! This agreement can be declare invalid or void at any time he chooses. It is not valid in Canada or the Bermuda Triangle. Should the captain at any time decide this contract is void, the lady in distress must agree." Jack recited in a monotone. Elizabeth glared.
"You sound like you've done this before." She snapped. Jack grinned.
"But of course I have!" Suddenly, there was a loud boom. Jack looked up, startled. And then another voice, new but old, with a defiant, cold sneer in it.
"Hello, Captain Sparrow." Jack's jaw dropped, and he turned to glare at Elizabeth.
A special thanks to JACKFAN2 who helped me get back into writing!
The glass of rum set down before him looked like his own piece of heaven. Like his Pearl, only liquefied. Jack reached for the warm glass and sipped it, letting the liquid slide through his mouth. But before he could swallow-
"Jack Sparrow!" Cried a voice. And out came his precious rum, spewing out onto the wall in front of him. The bartender shot dirty looks at him while Jack wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. The voice was just too familiar. The chair across from him was pulled out, and Elizabeth Turner sat down.
"Ello, love. Just sitting here, all by my onesies, drinking my rum, hoping to get slightly drunk, and here you are." Grinning stupidly, Jack swallowed down the rest of his rum. His eyes slid out of focus for a moment, then refocused.
"Here you are. Again. Standin' between me and the rum once more. Quite lovely. Now if you just move slightly to the left you will get out of my patch of moonshine and I will continue to swallow my precious rum. Have you ever had rum? I love rum. More than the Pearl. NO!" Jack shouted, slamming his hand down on the table. "NO ONE TAKES THE PLACE OF MY PEARL! Cept Barbossa, I will kill him again when I see him!"Elizabeth frowned in disapproval, but then smiled. Ah, the old Sparrow charm coming into effect yet again-
It really did come into effect. He was sure he saw the barmaid wink. Unfortunately, Elizabeth didn't agree.
"Get your head out of that bottle, Jack, and listen!" She implored. Jack waved his hand vaguely at her.
"Course, love, course. Yes. Right, go on." Elizabeth sighed heavily. 'Honestly, I'm not that exasperating.' Jack thought. Elizabeth looked like she wanted his attention again. Jack looked up at her vaguely.
"Am I vexing, Elizabeth? No one thinks I'm vexing..cept maybe Annamaria..oh and Gibbs, said somethin' bout' a song. What song?" Suddenly, he was aware that the barmaid was pouring him another glass, winking seductively. Jack grinned up at her. Jack winked as she walked away, looking over her shoulder. Suddenly, Elizabeth tapped him hard.
"Oh, right love. As I was saying.oh! The song! I've taught it to evryone' on me ship! 'Cept Annamaria, and Gibbs.and Mr. Cotton. Parrot knows it though." Elizabeth was looking at him strangely now. He laughed, gesturing elaborately.
"C'mon love, you remember the song, don't cha? We pilfer we plunder we rifle and loot! Drink up me 'hearties yo ho!" Grinning wildly, Jack stood up on his chair.
"Yo ho, yo ho! A pirate's life for me!" He shouted in a singing voice. Surprisingly, half the bar was sober enough to join in. Elizabeth's cheeks flushed with shame. She grabbed his coat and yanked him down. He fell with a crash to the floor. Rubbing his head and wincing he sat up. The fall had done him some good.
"Ello Liz." Elizabeth's face grew red. She slapped Jack very hard. He rubbed his head as the shock flew through him.
"Jack Sparrow, you are a drunk and a shameless, virtue less man!" She seethed.
"And a captain!" He muttered darkly under his breath. "What's the trouble that you had to ruin my one night of rum?" He asked, glaring, his kohl lined eyes narrowed into slits.
"Oh, I know perfectly well that you have rum nearly every other night even on the Pearl. I need your help, Jack." Jack nodded, gesturing for her to continue, looking longingly at the empty glass of rum.
"Will is gone. I think he's been taken by pirates!" She said, her hands in a knot. She looked around nervously. "I need you to help me find him!" Elizabeth confided. Jack glared darkly at her, still managing to watch his glass as if it would magically be refilled.
"S'always somethin' with you people!" He growled. She sighed.
"Please Jack. I need your help. And I'll give you five bottles of rum when Will and I get back to Port Royal together." Jack seemed to think about this.
"Ten."
"Six!"
"Nine."
"Seven, you drunkard and not a drop more!" She said harshly. Jack sighed and nodded.
"Fine. And not a drop less! And Will can't have any! If he even LOOKS at it, you owe me three more bottles! This agreement can be declare invalid or void at any time he chooses. It is not valid in Canada or the Bermuda Triangle. Should the captain at any time decide this contract is void, the lady in distress must agree." Jack recited in a monotone. Elizabeth glared.
"You sound like you've done this before." She snapped. Jack grinned.
"But of course I have!" Suddenly, there was a loud boom. Jack looked up, startled. And then another voice, new but old, with a defiant, cold sneer in it.
"Hello, Captain Sparrow." Jack's jaw dropped, and he turned to glare at Elizabeth.