Chapter Five: Locked up and extremely happy
Once Jack was in his cell, he took a quick look around, thanking God that these
rumrunners were idiots. Rich idiots it was true, but hey, Jack wasn't complaining about
that. After all, rich rumrunners meant more rum on board. And who wouldn't want that?
It certainly succeeded in bringing a grin to Jack's face. A grin that only widened as he
discovered a bent bar in the back, probably hoe Captain Theahutt's prisoners had escaped
last time.
Jack got down on his hands and knees and looked through the gap in the bars. It
would be a tight fit, but he'd been fasting on that stinking island for two days and it
hadn't exactly made him any fatter.
He crawled through. He went little by little until; "Ooof!" a pain went shooting
through his head. He'd been so preoccupied squeezing through the bars; he'd forgotten to
watch where he was going.
Cursing, he looked up at the offending blockade. His attitude changed in an
instant when he saw it was a crate of bottles. Full bottles by the sound of the clank when
he'd hit it.
He grabbed a hold of it and grunted, dragging it backwards so it would be within
reach of his cell. No reason to escape when your hosts were so very hospitable.
He pulled out a bottle and uncorked it. "To you, matey." He lifted his eyes to
where Theahutt was probably standing. "May our encounters always be so enjoyable."
And with that he proceeded to drain the bottle.
Four hours and several bottles later…
The dimwitted sailor who had evoked the Captain's wrath earlier clumped noisily
down the stairs. He gave a half a glance toward Jack, then whirled around and started for
the cell.
Jack sat in a daze, empty rum bottles carpeting his cell. The man watched,
bewildered, as Jack proceeded to bang his head into the bars, over and over, as he swayed
drunkenly.
"'Ay, you! What do you think yer doing?"
"The bloody hole keeps moving!" Jack slurred.
The sailor looked over into the crate. "It's gone!" he gasped. "All of it!"
"What?" Jack swayed holding his head. "It's gone? Why is the rum gone?"
"'Cause you drank it all, you bloody fool!"
Jack considered this for a moment. "…But why is the rum gone?"
Once Jack was in his cell, he took a quick look around, thanking God that these
rumrunners were idiots. Rich idiots it was true, but hey, Jack wasn't complaining about
that. After all, rich rumrunners meant more rum on board. And who wouldn't want that?
It certainly succeeded in bringing a grin to Jack's face. A grin that only widened as he
discovered a bent bar in the back, probably hoe Captain Theahutt's prisoners had escaped
last time.
Jack got down on his hands and knees and looked through the gap in the bars. It
would be a tight fit, but he'd been fasting on that stinking island for two days and it
hadn't exactly made him any fatter.
He crawled through. He went little by little until; "Ooof!" a pain went shooting
through his head. He'd been so preoccupied squeezing through the bars; he'd forgotten to
watch where he was going.
Cursing, he looked up at the offending blockade. His attitude changed in an
instant when he saw it was a crate of bottles. Full bottles by the sound of the clank when
he'd hit it.
He grabbed a hold of it and grunted, dragging it backwards so it would be within
reach of his cell. No reason to escape when your hosts were so very hospitable.
He pulled out a bottle and uncorked it. "To you, matey." He lifted his eyes to
where Theahutt was probably standing. "May our encounters always be so enjoyable."
And with that he proceeded to drain the bottle.
Four hours and several bottles later…
The dimwitted sailor who had evoked the Captain's wrath earlier clumped noisily
down the stairs. He gave a half a glance toward Jack, then whirled around and started for
the cell.
Jack sat in a daze, empty rum bottles carpeting his cell. The man watched,
bewildered, as Jack proceeded to bang his head into the bars, over and over, as he swayed
drunkenly.
"'Ay, you! What do you think yer doing?"
"The bloody hole keeps moving!" Jack slurred.
The sailor looked over into the crate. "It's gone!" he gasped. "All of it!"
"What?" Jack swayed holding his head. "It's gone? Why is the rum gone?"
"'Cause you drank it all, you bloody fool!"
Jack considered this for a moment. "…But why is the rum gone?"