Kin

Part Seven : In Which Jack Doesn't Like a Certain Large Hat

by : epiphanies





"No bloody way."

Jack was backed up into the very smallest corner of his Captain's quarters, staring at his adversary in horror.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes and threw down a set of Will's clothing, "If you don't want to be noticed in Port Royal-"

"What if I wear a big white wig to be one of Norrington's poofters instead?" he looked disdainfully down at the civilian's outfit, and she turned to the door, "It's up to you, Jack. I'm not going down to the prison when they capture you."

"Don't care about you, long as you get your beddy-bye down there!"

He opened the door and called after her, "He's the one who built the bloody cells!"

He sighed as she ignored him, then turned to face the unsightly uniform. He poked it uneasily, glaring at it.

"This had better be a bloody good wedding," he grumbled finally as he grabbed the pale blue hat from his bed.







"On deck, you scallywags, and get this ship docked!" shouted Jack, who had managed to slither up to the bearings without being seen.

Gibbs looked up from his post to see where the Captain had appeared from, but found him nowhere in sight.

"Jack?" he called cautiously, edging toward the bearings, then stopped short to see his Captain, hunched over behind the giant wheel, wearing a giant blue hat and high, shiny boots.

He clutched his stomach in hilarity, and Jack pulled him over.

He raised a finger to Gibbs' lips, "Not a word, mate."

Gibbs couldn't speak from containing his laughter. Jack glared at him, and pulled from behind him a small red hat.

"Yours," he smirked, and Gibbs stopped laughing.

"Well, you want to attend the wedding, do you not? Be thankful," he slapped it into Gibbs' chest, "You don't have to change much more."







"I wonder if Jack ended up-" Elizabeth began as she, Will and Desdemona left the rooms below deck, but stopped short at the sight before her.

Desdemona began to laugh.

Elizabeth had never have thought it possible. Jack was wearing the enormous blue hat, the shiny black boots, the fitted pants. His beard was out of it's beads and -combed-. His hair was in a knot at the back of his head.

His face was clean.

"I don't believe it," howled Will, touching Elizabeth's shoulder to stay upright, who just kept on staring, "How did you do it?"

Elizabeth shrugged and suppressed a smirk, "I told him it was the only way to get to the wedding. You know how much Jack likes weddings."

As Will nor Desdemona were on the Dauntless when that particular conversation had happened, they didn't really know what Will's betrothed was talking about, but he continued to laugh nonetheless, even when Jack walked up to him, straight postured and straight faced, and pursed his lips.

He tipped his head slightly, "Do you think we bear enough likeness to pass as father and son?"

Will stopped laughing, and eyed the pirate.

"Why?"

Jack shrugged, in his typical 'Jack' way, "More rum for the father of the groom?"

Will didn't answer, merely took Elizabeth's arm and walked her down the step-way to the docks, Gibbs following.

Desdemona took Jack's arm, and she smiled at him, "What's it like without the kohl?"

"I feel like a cheap wench."

She laughed.

When they met the dock master, he tipped his hat.

"One shilling, it be?"

"Yes, sir," the man replied stiffly, and sniffed, "Have we not met?"

Jack raised his eyebrows, "I don't think so, ma-my dear sir. I haven't been to this here-to this dear town since my son," he waved over to Will, "since before my son was born."

The dock master nodded suspiciously, and closed his book on the three shillings Jack had dropped into it.

"Why'd you give him three shillings, Captain?" Gibbs whispered as they walked away. Jack smirked, "Force of habit."

"Elizabeth," he called, and Elizabeth and Will turned around.

"How far is it, darling?"

Elizabeth smiled, "We'll go to the Fort," she motioned to the enormous structure before them, "And they'll give us a carriage."

Jack's eyes widened as a carriage pulled up moments later, "Bloody hell," he whispered to Desdemona and to Gibbs, "Why'd we never get carriages when we go places?"

Desdemona shrugged amusedly, and glanced at the first mate.

"Pirates, I s'pose, Captain," replied Gibbs cheerfully as he stepped into the carriage, and Jack pouted slightly before he felt the tug of the horses. He whipped about to look out the windows, holding his newly acquired walking stick (from the dock man, of course.)

"Land's wavier than the sea," he commented warily.

"I beg to differ," Desdemona patted his knee, "You sail like a maniac."

He straightened his beard thoughtfully, "Aye, but a distinguished one, and isn't that all that matters, darling?"

She laughed.





A/N Sort of a silly, short chapter. It'll get better with the next-s-s-s-s. I know how I'm going about it, and how to finish it! But, there are still surprises to come, to stick to it. :D

~epiphanies