Warnings- Drunkenness, and BIG tavern wenches- think BIG
Disclaimers- I don't own Sands so why doesn't he just leave me alone he won't leave Savvy? As for Jack he belongs to a mouse and for any reference to fear and loathing its not mine it all belongs to the great H. S. T who nobody in their right mind would want to fuck with.
A/n- When Sands is drunk, just think Raoul Duke, from "fear and loathing"......... with more hair and a cowboy hat...Savvy?
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Last time my POV-
He does as he's told, which for Sands is weird. Maybe he likes getting beat up by women. His eye is pretty much closed and it's a nasty red/ blue colour. As we leave the room I remember my weapons but as I look around I see that Sands has them.
Ten minutes later sees us outside, in Tortuga town looking for bandages, rum and brandy, oh my.
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Locating the rum and brandy was one thing, but getting what appeared to be sterile bits of cloth was another.
We ended up with three bottles of rum, two bottles of brandy and three relatively clean shirts, two white and one black, the black one was for me although it'll probably be too big for me.
It took us about an hour for us to round up what we needed, with me hanging on Sand's shoulder acting like a drunken whore, which wasn't very hard as the first thing that we did was buy the rum I was about half the way through the first bottle, my reasoning was that, once the bottle was gone it would be less for Sands to carry, that and I had to carry something or he would think that I was lazy, which I was not, at this point in time.
Now all we needed was a room, which I was leaving entirely up to Sands, hell, he even let me come in the bar with him (I didn't quiet catch the name of it, I did however catch the doorstep in the way in but Sands saved me from falling) we walked up to the bar (Sands walked, I "Jack walked" up to it, bumping into a few tables along the way, even with Sand's help) Once at the bar, I Decided that the best possible, comfiest position for me would be to sprawl across the bar and half perch on a stool, which was, thankfully unoccupied.
"Two rums" I shout, banging my left fist on the bar as Sands tries to keep me off the floor my right clutching at the half empty bottle like a life line. The bar wench comes over to us, and looks at me doubtfully.
"Wha' te fuck are you lookin' a wench?" I challenge her, she thinks I've had too much, she'll cut me off if she thinks that, this can not be allowed to happen, I try to sit up, look threatening, back my threat up if needs be. I must have that rum.
However, I slide as I try to straiten. My whole being, arms, legs, limbs refusing to work........... stop, if legs are limbs and arms are limbs. Then is it just my limbs that are refusing to work?? Or arms, legs and limbs?
Sands keeps me up-right but my head and the upper part of my body is on the bar, which smells like......... rum. I try to lick the wood but Sands stops me, I hear him say something along the lines of.
"Ignore the whore, she's drunk, tis half price tha' way....... If she remembers later to charge" he squeezes my shoulder reassuringly, to stop the protest which he knew would come from his statement. But I was offering up none, we had agreed on this earlier and I still have a bottle in my hand, my arm/ limb thingy won't let go of that. Never.
"But what I really could do with is a room, Savvy" I can't see his face but I could hear the smile in his voice, that "shit eating" grin that he loves so much, the one he uses when he's talking a whole load of..... well shit. I leave him (mentally that is) to get us a room and ponder my earlier thought about limbs, I must remember to ask Sands about it, it was deep stuff. Speaking of stuff, that rum is really good, where did it go? I look down and its still in my hand, go me.
Soon we're moving, which takes a little time admittedly, but eventually we get there. Wherever there, or here is? I lift my head and we're in a room, with a bed and a door and everything. The wench who I have affectionately named Wenchy, in my head that is because she's the size of a bull and she'd kill me if I said it out loud, passes Sands a key and leaves, muttering about dirty whores under her breath and closes the door.
"I couldn't agree wi' ye more luv" I shout at the closed door. I look to Sands who is no longer supporting me the "sober" time at the bar that I spent with no drink has given me the ability stand on my own power.
Sands has a look on his face, something I've seen before, but never on his face. After a while of staring my rum fogged mind registers the look, he is in a lecture mode, he's going to nag me.
"Oh no, fuck tha', ye said we could get shit faced, you are about to get me half naked and pour, what's going to feel like acid on me back, now you said I could get drunk............ tha' we both were" I point at him accusingly, how dare he nag.
"Yes I did, but what I did not say you could do, was stagger about Tortuga drunk as the day you first discover rum, with your shirt practically hanging open, threatening women who look like crazed bear/ox hybrid" I see his point. I lift the rum to drink it but he snatches it from me first.
He uncorks it and takes a long drink from the bottle, draining the already half empty bottle. Now, for the record, I know that this is a bad idea. It is really strong rum, and so happens to be the reason I'm in such a state (drinking too much too fast is bad), however being in the state that I'm in, I don't think that I'll mention this to Sands I've never seen him drunk he's going to be shit faced all right, he doesn't even drink rum he drinks tequila....... lightweight.
Also, drunken logic clearly states that once your drinking partner is comatose all the drink goes to you, like some kind of drunken lottery. I go over to the package that Sands was carrying and open it. First things first I take the rum out and drink some of it, just a little, though.
I then take out the shirts and separate them, the black one I put on a chair, and the other two I put on the bed. I take out the brandy and sit it next to the white shirts. I silently hand the bottle that I'd been drinking from to Sands, who had finished the other, then I picked up the last full one.
"Lets do this before you go blind........ again" I start to unbutton the shirt, the alcohol had long since numbed all sense of modesty in me. I let it drop to the floor as Sands, who apparently just looked up throws his hands over his eyes shouting.
"Holy fuck! Next time give me some warning before you do that will you? Shit, I didn't think you meant blinded by THAT sight, just thought you meant the alcohol. Speaking of which we're doing this on the floor, cause if you think that I'm going to make all the way up there, you not thinking strait man....... Woman. For god sake cover yourself, your causing a scene" all through his rant, he was gesturing with his hands, not in a Jack way, he was full of pointing and.....well pointing, but he was doing it a lot.
"On the floor, doing it eh? You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that Sands and in such a sexy way" I refuse to cover up, I'm not a blinding sight, especially not compared to Wenchy out there. I move the shirts and rum to the floor and sit next to him, taking a swig out of my rum bottle, Sand's is relatively untouched well the neck is gone but I drank most of that.
He is staring unblinkingly at my chest.
"Would you stop that and fix my back, god, you'd think you'd never seen pair of breasts before." I lay down on the floor so that he can get to my back.
"Not for six years I haven't. I've been blind remember? (His voice sounds so unlike himself so quiet and lost in his thoughts, I wonder what he was thinking?) Look, this is really going to hurt so I'm going to have to restrain you, don't want you kicking my ass again do we?"
I feel him sit on me, he really needs a diet or to get off me. I twist and buck to get him off but he holds down my shoulders, effectively pinning me down. His hands do more or less what they did earlier on in the day, tracing down the wound, though his touch much lighter than it was before. No pain came from my back, just a small ticklish sensation, which make things clench lower in my gut. I bite my lip, to keep from moaning in pleasure at his touch, we can't have that now can we?
I hear him picking the bottle up.
"Ready?" I nod my head and grit my teeth preparing for the worst. What came next was the most agonizing thing that I've ever put up with.
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Last time Cash's POV-
That crafty little bugger, fine let them be. I leave them on the bed and go to check the medical stuff to see what we have, maybe the last Doc kept records or notes or something, a step by step instruction manual on how to be a ships surgeon perhaps? I had two days clear sailing to figure out what we needed, and how to fake being a doctor, that and I want to know what that laudanum stuff is and what it is used for and if its useful how much we have.
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As luck would have it, the last Surgeon kept a perfect record on......... well every thing from his medical notes from before he was a ships surgeon to the date that he died, he also had an in-depth file on the crew and their different aliments. This has kept Cat and Depp amused for hours.
"Oh my god, Cash you have to read these, there so funny. There's this Guy called (she flips up the page) Smithy,(she cocks her head to one side and pulls a face of disgust) well that's original. Any way he has Crabs, well Jacky (the last surgeons name was Jackson Cat had re-named him) didn't know what it was but, the way he describes it, well y'know, Crabs. And the Captain........... Syphilis, yeah I know apparently he caught it off his wife........ or sister, he's not sure at the time. Why have we not done this before? Cash what are you doing over there?"
"I'm ignoring you and that little monkey, your both driving me nuts. See if you can find out what laudanum is will you? Or at least if you can find a key to this cabinet?" I eventually find the key in a drawer and open the big cabinet which has been bothering me for sometime.
Once opened, WOW.................... Never have I seen such a sight before.
"What's in there, Cash?....... are you even listening to me?" She gets up and walks over to the cupboard now re-named " The Cupboard of magic Tricks".
Inside is........ well just such a beautiful sight, so many different types and colours of powders, grasses, and bottles of liquid. I see a bottle marked laudanum, I take it out and smell it just a little whiff before putting it back.
"Laudanum? So what is it?" Cat asks curiously
"Ether, pretty much. (I smile, for what must be the first time since this morning) we'll take what we need for tonight then hide the key... no one can be allowed to find this, I repeat no one. Do you hear me?" but she wasn't listening to me she started to point at something at the bottom of the cupboard.
"Cash, is that mushrooms?" she points to a big box of, well mushrooms of the uber magic variety, Depp starts to shriek in amusement and anticipation........... like he was getting any, poor guy.
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Thanks to all my reviewers, we've nearly got 40 reviews how great is that??
Cap'n Keira Sparrow- Good cause there's going to be loads of more chapters.
Blacklable- Welcome to my side of the Caribbean where we have a two for one special on Johnny Depp (one likes to be beaten up by women, or at least rough sex) plenty o' rum, a missing blue Ewok muse called Buck and no real plot at the moment 'cept to get as out of our faces on whatever we can (I swear, It is plotted out......... some of it, kind of)
Captain-Jacklyn-Sparrow- Your friends better review........ listen to me I'm turning into some kind of review Nazi. As for the polar bear line it has to come from little Depp.
Mistress of Destruction- Have I ever told you how disturbing your name is to type? But I'm not one to throw stones as mine makes me sound like some kind of Nun........ which I'm not. Way to give me all those quotes, they've been noted and I'll try to use them up in the next couple of chapters. I loved your joke I told it to the boys (Neil an' 'is flatmate Chris), the response I got was something along the lines off......... I peed on one once (from Chris) and Neil said, I just touched one to see what it was like???????? They are all total idiots. So yes, drugs do make you steadily stupid either that or it's a guy thing.
AndromadaStarr- I e-mailed you earlier on in the day, so answer me already, and review I like is when the review count goes up (grins "Sheepishly" Tee hee) Sands says hi an' that he's working on me for those boots.
So that's all for tonight. I'm going to be working at the wedding fair in Glasgow (S.E.C.C) so I should be at home all weekend with nothing to do but type an' get drunk......... or not so drunk as I'll be driving.
Review for me please cause it makes me type faster, when people review then I update fast, that's how it works I think. So go on please, for little old me???????.
Thanks, loads an' loads.
Disclaimers- I don't own Sands so why doesn't he just leave me alone he won't leave Savvy? As for Jack he belongs to a mouse and for any reference to fear and loathing its not mine it all belongs to the great H. S. T who nobody in their right mind would want to fuck with.
A/n- When Sands is drunk, just think Raoul Duke, from "fear and loathing"......... with more hair and a cowboy hat...Savvy?
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Last time my POV-
He does as he's told, which for Sands is weird. Maybe he likes getting beat up by women. His eye is pretty much closed and it's a nasty red/ blue colour. As we leave the room I remember my weapons but as I look around I see that Sands has them.
Ten minutes later sees us outside, in Tortuga town looking for bandages, rum and brandy, oh my.
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Locating the rum and brandy was one thing, but getting what appeared to be sterile bits of cloth was another.
We ended up with three bottles of rum, two bottles of brandy and three relatively clean shirts, two white and one black, the black one was for me although it'll probably be too big for me.
It took us about an hour for us to round up what we needed, with me hanging on Sand's shoulder acting like a drunken whore, which wasn't very hard as the first thing that we did was buy the rum I was about half the way through the first bottle, my reasoning was that, once the bottle was gone it would be less for Sands to carry, that and I had to carry something or he would think that I was lazy, which I was not, at this point in time.
Now all we needed was a room, which I was leaving entirely up to Sands, hell, he even let me come in the bar with him (I didn't quiet catch the name of it, I did however catch the doorstep in the way in but Sands saved me from falling) we walked up to the bar (Sands walked, I "Jack walked" up to it, bumping into a few tables along the way, even with Sand's help) Once at the bar, I Decided that the best possible, comfiest position for me would be to sprawl across the bar and half perch on a stool, which was, thankfully unoccupied.
"Two rums" I shout, banging my left fist on the bar as Sands tries to keep me off the floor my right clutching at the half empty bottle like a life line. The bar wench comes over to us, and looks at me doubtfully.
"Wha' te fuck are you lookin' a wench?" I challenge her, she thinks I've had too much, she'll cut me off if she thinks that, this can not be allowed to happen, I try to sit up, look threatening, back my threat up if needs be. I must have that rum.
However, I slide as I try to straiten. My whole being, arms, legs, limbs refusing to work........... stop, if legs are limbs and arms are limbs. Then is it just my limbs that are refusing to work?? Or arms, legs and limbs?
Sands keeps me up-right but my head and the upper part of my body is on the bar, which smells like......... rum. I try to lick the wood but Sands stops me, I hear him say something along the lines of.
"Ignore the whore, she's drunk, tis half price tha' way....... If she remembers later to charge" he squeezes my shoulder reassuringly, to stop the protest which he knew would come from his statement. But I was offering up none, we had agreed on this earlier and I still have a bottle in my hand, my arm/ limb thingy won't let go of that. Never.
"But what I really could do with is a room, Savvy" I can't see his face but I could hear the smile in his voice, that "shit eating" grin that he loves so much, the one he uses when he's talking a whole load of..... well shit. I leave him (mentally that is) to get us a room and ponder my earlier thought about limbs, I must remember to ask Sands about it, it was deep stuff. Speaking of stuff, that rum is really good, where did it go? I look down and its still in my hand, go me.
Soon we're moving, which takes a little time admittedly, but eventually we get there. Wherever there, or here is? I lift my head and we're in a room, with a bed and a door and everything. The wench who I have affectionately named Wenchy, in my head that is because she's the size of a bull and she'd kill me if I said it out loud, passes Sands a key and leaves, muttering about dirty whores under her breath and closes the door.
"I couldn't agree wi' ye more luv" I shout at the closed door. I look to Sands who is no longer supporting me the "sober" time at the bar that I spent with no drink has given me the ability stand on my own power.
Sands has a look on his face, something I've seen before, but never on his face. After a while of staring my rum fogged mind registers the look, he is in a lecture mode, he's going to nag me.
"Oh no, fuck tha', ye said we could get shit faced, you are about to get me half naked and pour, what's going to feel like acid on me back, now you said I could get drunk............ tha' we both were" I point at him accusingly, how dare he nag.
"Yes I did, but what I did not say you could do, was stagger about Tortuga drunk as the day you first discover rum, with your shirt practically hanging open, threatening women who look like crazed bear/ox hybrid" I see his point. I lift the rum to drink it but he snatches it from me first.
He uncorks it and takes a long drink from the bottle, draining the already half empty bottle. Now, for the record, I know that this is a bad idea. It is really strong rum, and so happens to be the reason I'm in such a state (drinking too much too fast is bad), however being in the state that I'm in, I don't think that I'll mention this to Sands I've never seen him drunk he's going to be shit faced all right, he doesn't even drink rum he drinks tequila....... lightweight.
Also, drunken logic clearly states that once your drinking partner is comatose all the drink goes to you, like some kind of drunken lottery. I go over to the package that Sands was carrying and open it. First things first I take the rum out and drink some of it, just a little, though.
I then take out the shirts and separate them, the black one I put on a chair, and the other two I put on the bed. I take out the brandy and sit it next to the white shirts. I silently hand the bottle that I'd been drinking from to Sands, who had finished the other, then I picked up the last full one.
"Lets do this before you go blind........ again" I start to unbutton the shirt, the alcohol had long since numbed all sense of modesty in me. I let it drop to the floor as Sands, who apparently just looked up throws his hands over his eyes shouting.
"Holy fuck! Next time give me some warning before you do that will you? Shit, I didn't think you meant blinded by THAT sight, just thought you meant the alcohol. Speaking of which we're doing this on the floor, cause if you think that I'm going to make all the way up there, you not thinking strait man....... Woman. For god sake cover yourself, your causing a scene" all through his rant, he was gesturing with his hands, not in a Jack way, he was full of pointing and.....well pointing, but he was doing it a lot.
"On the floor, doing it eh? You have no idea how long I've wanted you to say that Sands and in such a sexy way" I refuse to cover up, I'm not a blinding sight, especially not compared to Wenchy out there. I move the shirts and rum to the floor and sit next to him, taking a swig out of my rum bottle, Sand's is relatively untouched well the neck is gone but I drank most of that.
He is staring unblinkingly at my chest.
"Would you stop that and fix my back, god, you'd think you'd never seen pair of breasts before." I lay down on the floor so that he can get to my back.
"Not for six years I haven't. I've been blind remember? (His voice sounds so unlike himself so quiet and lost in his thoughts, I wonder what he was thinking?) Look, this is really going to hurt so I'm going to have to restrain you, don't want you kicking my ass again do we?"
I feel him sit on me, he really needs a diet or to get off me. I twist and buck to get him off but he holds down my shoulders, effectively pinning me down. His hands do more or less what they did earlier on in the day, tracing down the wound, though his touch much lighter than it was before. No pain came from my back, just a small ticklish sensation, which make things clench lower in my gut. I bite my lip, to keep from moaning in pleasure at his touch, we can't have that now can we?
I hear him picking the bottle up.
"Ready?" I nod my head and grit my teeth preparing for the worst. What came next was the most agonizing thing that I've ever put up with.
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Last time Cash's POV-
That crafty little bugger, fine let them be. I leave them on the bed and go to check the medical stuff to see what we have, maybe the last Doc kept records or notes or something, a step by step instruction manual on how to be a ships surgeon perhaps? I had two days clear sailing to figure out what we needed, and how to fake being a doctor, that and I want to know what that laudanum stuff is and what it is used for and if its useful how much we have.
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As luck would have it, the last Surgeon kept a perfect record on......... well every thing from his medical notes from before he was a ships surgeon to the date that he died, he also had an in-depth file on the crew and their different aliments. This has kept Cat and Depp amused for hours.
"Oh my god, Cash you have to read these, there so funny. There's this Guy called (she flips up the page) Smithy,(she cocks her head to one side and pulls a face of disgust) well that's original. Any way he has Crabs, well Jacky (the last surgeons name was Jackson Cat had re-named him) didn't know what it was but, the way he describes it, well y'know, Crabs. And the Captain........... Syphilis, yeah I know apparently he caught it off his wife........ or sister, he's not sure at the time. Why have we not done this before? Cash what are you doing over there?"
"I'm ignoring you and that little monkey, your both driving me nuts. See if you can find out what laudanum is will you? Or at least if you can find a key to this cabinet?" I eventually find the key in a drawer and open the big cabinet which has been bothering me for sometime.
Once opened, WOW.................... Never have I seen such a sight before.
"What's in there, Cash?....... are you even listening to me?" She gets up and walks over to the cupboard now re-named " The Cupboard of magic Tricks".
Inside is........ well just such a beautiful sight, so many different types and colours of powders, grasses, and bottles of liquid. I see a bottle marked laudanum, I take it out and smell it just a little whiff before putting it back.
"Laudanum? So what is it?" Cat asks curiously
"Ether, pretty much. (I smile, for what must be the first time since this morning) we'll take what we need for tonight then hide the key... no one can be allowed to find this, I repeat no one. Do you hear me?" but she wasn't listening to me she started to point at something at the bottom of the cupboard.
"Cash, is that mushrooms?" she points to a big box of, well mushrooms of the uber magic variety, Depp starts to shriek in amusement and anticipation........... like he was getting any, poor guy.
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Thanks to all my reviewers, we've nearly got 40 reviews how great is that??
Cap'n Keira Sparrow- Good cause there's going to be loads of more chapters.
Blacklable- Welcome to my side of the Caribbean where we have a two for one special on Johnny Depp (one likes to be beaten up by women, or at least rough sex) plenty o' rum, a missing blue Ewok muse called Buck and no real plot at the moment 'cept to get as out of our faces on whatever we can (I swear, It is plotted out......... some of it, kind of)
Captain-Jacklyn-Sparrow- Your friends better review........ listen to me I'm turning into some kind of review Nazi. As for the polar bear line it has to come from little Depp.
Mistress of Destruction- Have I ever told you how disturbing your name is to type? But I'm not one to throw stones as mine makes me sound like some kind of Nun........ which I'm not. Way to give me all those quotes, they've been noted and I'll try to use them up in the next couple of chapters. I loved your joke I told it to the boys (Neil an' 'is flatmate Chris), the response I got was something along the lines off......... I peed on one once (from Chris) and Neil said, I just touched one to see what it was like???????? They are all total idiots. So yes, drugs do make you steadily stupid either that or it's a guy thing.
AndromadaStarr- I e-mailed you earlier on in the day, so answer me already, and review I like is when the review count goes up (grins "Sheepishly" Tee hee) Sands says hi an' that he's working on me for those boots.
So that's all for tonight. I'm going to be working at the wedding fair in Glasgow (S.E.C.C) so I should be at home all weekend with nothing to do but type an' get drunk......... or not so drunk as I'll be driving.
Review for me please cause it makes me type faster, when people review then I update fast, that's how it works I think. So go on please, for little old me???????.
Thanks, loads an' loads.