"First off, you walk wrong." Jack frowned.
"I walk wrong?"
Will nodded. "You walk like a drunk pirate." Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Will." He said. "Hate to burst ye're bubble, mate, but I am a drunk pirate. Most of th' time anyway." Will rolled his eyes,
"Yes, but that's no excuse to walk like this." He grabbed Jack's hat and put it at a jaunty angle. Going to one end of the room he swaggered across to Jack, arms in the air swinging from side to side. When he got back to the sofa he fell unsteadily. Elizabeth, sitting by the window collapsed into hysterics but Jack seemed unimpressed.
"What, may I ask, was that?" he asked in a bored tone of voice.
Will snorted. "That's how you walk." With his head up high and his arms stiff by his sides Jack minced over to where Will was sitting and snatched his hat back.
"Any better?" he asked concernedly. Will shrugged.
"I think it will improve when you've slept your hangover out. Though, judging by the amount of days you've been drunk for that's going to be hard."
"Now, Will. about this whole no rum thing. We can discuss this like adults?" Will fixed him with a glare. He backed off. "Fine, fine. And no whores either?" They both shook their heads slowly.
"What got you into this mess in the first place?" Will asked. A slow smile spread across the pirates face. At the sight of their faces it vanished.
"That would be. er. a life of crime, piracy and no morals which I have now relinquished?" Will laughed.
"Where did all those long words come from?"
Jack pointed. "'Lizbeth."
"Ah." Will paused. "And another thing, Jack, you speak like you're drunk all the time." Jack sighed.
"Like I said, mate, I am -"
"Yes," Will interrupted, "but not anymore. So you're going to have to talk properly."
"And properly is."
Will hesitated. "um." Elizabeth came to his rescue.
"Properly is pronunciating all the words." She said, speaking slowly and clearly for his benefit.
"Oh, I see." Jack mimicked. "But isn't it also talking like
this with your mouth open just a little bit and hardly moving your
lips at all?" They both glared at him. He cowered. "Terribly sorry,
old chaps. Wont do it again."
"One important thing to know." Elizabeth warned, "Is don't mock the British people. There are a lot of us here." Jack nodded.
"I know. I wont."
"I walk wrong?"
Will nodded. "You walk like a drunk pirate." Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Will." He said. "Hate to burst ye're bubble, mate, but I am a drunk pirate. Most of th' time anyway." Will rolled his eyes,
"Yes, but that's no excuse to walk like this." He grabbed Jack's hat and put it at a jaunty angle. Going to one end of the room he swaggered across to Jack, arms in the air swinging from side to side. When he got back to the sofa he fell unsteadily. Elizabeth, sitting by the window collapsed into hysterics but Jack seemed unimpressed.
"What, may I ask, was that?" he asked in a bored tone of voice.
Will snorted. "That's how you walk." With his head up high and his arms stiff by his sides Jack minced over to where Will was sitting and snatched his hat back.
"Any better?" he asked concernedly. Will shrugged.
"I think it will improve when you've slept your hangover out. Though, judging by the amount of days you've been drunk for that's going to be hard."
"Now, Will. about this whole no rum thing. We can discuss this like adults?" Will fixed him with a glare. He backed off. "Fine, fine. And no whores either?" They both shook their heads slowly.
"What got you into this mess in the first place?" Will asked. A slow smile spread across the pirates face. At the sight of their faces it vanished.
"That would be. er. a life of crime, piracy and no morals which I have now relinquished?" Will laughed.
"Where did all those long words come from?"
Jack pointed. "'Lizbeth."
"Ah." Will paused. "And another thing, Jack, you speak like you're drunk all the time." Jack sighed.
"Like I said, mate, I am -"
"Yes," Will interrupted, "but not anymore. So you're going to have to talk properly."
"And properly is."
Will hesitated. "um." Elizabeth came to his rescue.
"Properly is pronunciating all the words." She said, speaking slowly and clearly for his benefit.
"Oh, I see." Jack mimicked. "But isn't it also talking like
this with your mouth open just a little bit and hardly moving your
lips at all?" They both glared at him. He cowered. "Terribly sorry,
old chaps. Wont do it again."
"One important thing to know." Elizabeth warned, "Is don't mock the British people. There are a lot of us here." Jack nodded.
"I know. I wont."
