Disclaimer - I don't own POTC, any characters, settings, plots, events,
etc. from it. It belongs to Disney.
There is going to be a special MUSIC appearance...I don't own the song! It belongs to....uh...Peter Jackson I guess. But whoever it does belong to....I don't own it. Sorry if I got the lyrics wrong!
Had you looked in the Turner's window on this particular night, you would have seen some very interesting things. A rush of colors, for instance. A blazing red, a twirling black and a spinning white. You'd hear a crackle...a giggle...and some loud....singing?
"HEY HO TO THE BOTTLE I GO! TO HEAL MY HEART AND DROWN MY WOE! RAIN MAY FALL, AND WIND MAY BLOW BUT THERE'LL BE....MANY MILES TO GO! SWEET IS THE SOUND OF THE POURING RAIN, AND THE STREAM THAT FALLS FROM HILLL TO PLAIN! BETTER THAN RAIN OR WRIPPLING BROOK IS A MUG OF RUM INSIDE THIS...dadadadada!" Neither Jack nor Jen knew the end of the song, so they hummed a stanza instead. They were close together, clinking their bottles of rum to make a beat. Charlie sat in a corner, giggling. Jack and Jen grinned as the song concluded. Jen shivered. This gave Jack an idea. He threw a plain wooden chair into the center of the room. Next came...a match. Jack tried to light it, but instead it burned him. He gave a shout and it dropped, useless, to the ground. He tried again. The flame danced so...quickly, it made his head spin. Suddenly, he realized he was holding another one. Not wanting to be burned, he let it drop. It fell onto the chair and began to burn. The two adults cheered.
"Brilliant, Jack!" Jen gushed, twirling around the small fire. Jack grinned.
"What can I say luv, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He replied. Jen grabbed Jack's hat off his head and began to dance around the fire.
"WE'RE DEVILS AND BLACK SHEEP AND REALLY BAD EGGS!" She shouted. Jack began to dance around the fire, both were stumbling and staggering as they went.
"DRINK UP, ME 'EARTIES YO HO!" He shouted in response. The song continued. The chair was really beginning to blaze. They sang the song twice, by this time, the fire was now slowly consuming the coffee table. The bottles of rum were discarded; lying near Charlie, with only tiny drops remaining. Jack grabbed Jen and together they spun until they were even dizzier than before. Jack staggered away, bumping into another chair. He reached up and grabbed at air, feeling for his hat. As if it were there, he made a motion as if he were sweeping it off his head and bowed.
"So sorry, Madame. Won't happen again." He apologized, slurring his words and swaying dangerously. Jen was still dancing about the room. She spotted Charlie, who was still laughing in the corner. She grinned and picked him up, spinning him around.
"Hey there, Will. My, you're light on you're feet!" She giggled. She tripped over a block and dropped Charlie, who luckily landed in the lap of a chair. Jack began to run around the fire, which had now covered two chairs, the coffee table, and a few of Charlie's blocks. Not to mention the rug underneath.
"Will! Don't go dancin' with my girl!" Jack roared suddenly, scolding Charlie. He grabbed Jen and together they waltzed around the room. Jen, feeling lightheaded, flopped down on the floor, Jack followed suit, breathing heavily.
"I has plans, Mr. Sarrow, and they don't include ye." Jen said, a look of concentration on her face. She was having a hard time stringing together her words. Jack grinned, leaning closer.
"Really. And what might they be?" Jen sat up straighter, which would have been impressive if she wasn't leaning quite far to her right.
"Adam and I are hasing dinner." (Yes...I know hasing isn't a word. But try telling that to someone drunk!) Jack frowned, his eyes slowly beginning to focus a little more. He suddenly was a little less drunk than before.
"Whose Adam?" He asked, quite shocked. Jen looked smug.
"He was at the party. Invited me to dinner. Tomorrow. He's picking me up." She added with pride. Jack frowned, standing up.
"Don't like him. He's trying to steal you! You can't go, savvy?" Jack ordered. Jen frowned, standing up as well.
"I can do whateverrrr I want!" Jen was having difficulty getting past the letter 'r'.
"Well Adam might be rich luv...but I'm a captain!" Jack said with an air of smugness. Jen frowned.
"Oh...right." Jen looked somewhat disheartened about Adam. Jack was now grinning, his teeth glinting in the ever-growing fire.
"And I bet I can kiss better than him too." He stated as if this was a well-known fact. Which it probably is. Jen leaned in, her eyes narrowed.
"Prove it." She ordered. Jack grinned, leaning down. Just as his lips brushed over hers, there was a loud noise.
BANG. The door smashed open. Will and Elizabeth dashed. Elizabeth's eyes widened and her hands flew to her mouth immediately.
"Charlie! Jen, Jack!" She screamed. Will slammed the door shut, trying to hide the sight from prying eyes that were heading home from the party. He ran into the kitchen and reappeared with two wet pieces of cloth. He began to fight the fire with the wet rags. There was a hiss as water met fire, and slowly the fire died. Elizabeth ran over and grabbed Charlie who was still sitting on the couch. The fire was finally gone, a thick black cloud of smoke was filling the room. Jack and Jen began to cough. Will angrily headed for the pair of them.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" He asked angrily.
"In front of Charlie!" Elizabeth shrieked. "You all could've died!" She shouted, looking accusingly at Jack. Jack's eyes widened, shifting over the mass of black, scorched furniture.
"Ugh...how did that happen?" Jack shouted in a surprised tone. Will glared, his arms cross over his chest, his eyes blazing.
"What do you mean 'how did this happen'. You did it!" He argued. Jack shook his head.
"No way mate. I'm pretty responsible, I didn't start that fire. I
dunno how it happened!" He said innocently.
"Jack, stop playing guessing games and just confess!" Snapped
Elizabeth.
"I'm telling you I didn't start the," Jack's eyes shifted to the two bottles to the corner. He had truly not been aware of the fire. Everything came back as he glanced at the empty rum bottles. He grabbed Jen's hand.
"Sorry, mate. We have to go. Long day ahead of us. Night." He rushed out with Jen, leaving a fuming Will and a furious and bewildered Elizabeth. Jen and Jack somehow staggered back to the inn, and collapsed onto the bed. Instantly, they fell asleep.
It was dark, and Jen suddenly bolted upright.
"Jack!" She hissed. How had she gotten back to the inn? The last thing she remembered was taking a sip of rum. Suddenly, everything returned to her. She gasped, her hand flying over her mouth like Elizabeth's had. She buried her face in her hands.
"Oh Jack, we could've killed Charlie!" She said, feeling sick to her stomach. She was so *stupid* to drink that rum. She felt furious with both herself and Jack. Jack pulled her back down to the bed, pulling her close to him, his hand going around her waist.
"I blame you for this." He mumbled.
"Me?!"
"If only you hadn't let me have that sip of rum. This never would have happened."
"That's right. Blame it on me!" Jen fumed.
"We'll 'pologize tomorrow, it'll be all right. Will owes me for savin' his bonny lass anyway." He muttered sleepily. "And you can explain Adam as well." Jen blushed in the dark, glad it was night so Jack couldn't see. She prayed that Will and Elizabeth would forgive them, and that Charlie would forget how irresponsible his aunt and uncle were. Jen blushed even more with shame. After all, Elizabeth had told her last night that Jack and Jen had been named Charlie's godparents. Jen closed her eyes, and hoped that forgiveness would come with the light of dawn.
There is going to be a special MUSIC appearance...I don't own the song! It belongs to....uh...Peter Jackson I guess. But whoever it does belong to....I don't own it. Sorry if I got the lyrics wrong!
Had you looked in the Turner's window on this particular night, you would have seen some very interesting things. A rush of colors, for instance. A blazing red, a twirling black and a spinning white. You'd hear a crackle...a giggle...and some loud....singing?
"HEY HO TO THE BOTTLE I GO! TO HEAL MY HEART AND DROWN MY WOE! RAIN MAY FALL, AND WIND MAY BLOW BUT THERE'LL BE....MANY MILES TO GO! SWEET IS THE SOUND OF THE POURING RAIN, AND THE STREAM THAT FALLS FROM HILLL TO PLAIN! BETTER THAN RAIN OR WRIPPLING BROOK IS A MUG OF RUM INSIDE THIS...dadadadada!" Neither Jack nor Jen knew the end of the song, so they hummed a stanza instead. They were close together, clinking their bottles of rum to make a beat. Charlie sat in a corner, giggling. Jack and Jen grinned as the song concluded. Jen shivered. This gave Jack an idea. He threw a plain wooden chair into the center of the room. Next came...a match. Jack tried to light it, but instead it burned him. He gave a shout and it dropped, useless, to the ground. He tried again. The flame danced so...quickly, it made his head spin. Suddenly, he realized he was holding another one. Not wanting to be burned, he let it drop. It fell onto the chair and began to burn. The two adults cheered.
"Brilliant, Jack!" Jen gushed, twirling around the small fire. Jack grinned.
"What can I say luv, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He replied. Jen grabbed Jack's hat off his head and began to dance around the fire.
"WE'RE DEVILS AND BLACK SHEEP AND REALLY BAD EGGS!" She shouted. Jack began to dance around the fire, both were stumbling and staggering as they went.
"DRINK UP, ME 'EARTIES YO HO!" He shouted in response. The song continued. The chair was really beginning to blaze. They sang the song twice, by this time, the fire was now slowly consuming the coffee table. The bottles of rum were discarded; lying near Charlie, with only tiny drops remaining. Jack grabbed Jen and together they spun until they were even dizzier than before. Jack staggered away, bumping into another chair. He reached up and grabbed at air, feeling for his hat. As if it were there, he made a motion as if he were sweeping it off his head and bowed.
"So sorry, Madame. Won't happen again." He apologized, slurring his words and swaying dangerously. Jen was still dancing about the room. She spotted Charlie, who was still laughing in the corner. She grinned and picked him up, spinning him around.
"Hey there, Will. My, you're light on you're feet!" She giggled. She tripped over a block and dropped Charlie, who luckily landed in the lap of a chair. Jack began to run around the fire, which had now covered two chairs, the coffee table, and a few of Charlie's blocks. Not to mention the rug underneath.
"Will! Don't go dancin' with my girl!" Jack roared suddenly, scolding Charlie. He grabbed Jen and together they waltzed around the room. Jen, feeling lightheaded, flopped down on the floor, Jack followed suit, breathing heavily.
"I has plans, Mr. Sarrow, and they don't include ye." Jen said, a look of concentration on her face. She was having a hard time stringing together her words. Jack grinned, leaning closer.
"Really. And what might they be?" Jen sat up straighter, which would have been impressive if she wasn't leaning quite far to her right.
"Adam and I are hasing dinner." (Yes...I know hasing isn't a word. But try telling that to someone drunk!) Jack frowned, his eyes slowly beginning to focus a little more. He suddenly was a little less drunk than before.
"Whose Adam?" He asked, quite shocked. Jen looked smug.
"He was at the party. Invited me to dinner. Tomorrow. He's picking me up." She added with pride. Jack frowned, standing up.
"Don't like him. He's trying to steal you! You can't go, savvy?" Jack ordered. Jen frowned, standing up as well.
"I can do whateverrrr I want!" Jen was having difficulty getting past the letter 'r'.
"Well Adam might be rich luv...but I'm a captain!" Jack said with an air of smugness. Jen frowned.
"Oh...right." Jen looked somewhat disheartened about Adam. Jack was now grinning, his teeth glinting in the ever-growing fire.
"And I bet I can kiss better than him too." He stated as if this was a well-known fact. Which it probably is. Jen leaned in, her eyes narrowed.
"Prove it." She ordered. Jack grinned, leaning down. Just as his lips brushed over hers, there was a loud noise.
BANG. The door smashed open. Will and Elizabeth dashed. Elizabeth's eyes widened and her hands flew to her mouth immediately.
"Charlie! Jen, Jack!" She screamed. Will slammed the door shut, trying to hide the sight from prying eyes that were heading home from the party. He ran into the kitchen and reappeared with two wet pieces of cloth. He began to fight the fire with the wet rags. There was a hiss as water met fire, and slowly the fire died. Elizabeth ran over and grabbed Charlie who was still sitting on the couch. The fire was finally gone, a thick black cloud of smoke was filling the room. Jack and Jen began to cough. Will angrily headed for the pair of them.
"What the hell is wrong with you two?" He asked angrily.
"In front of Charlie!" Elizabeth shrieked. "You all could've died!" She shouted, looking accusingly at Jack. Jack's eyes widened, shifting over the mass of black, scorched furniture.
"Ugh...how did that happen?" Jack shouted in a surprised tone. Will glared, his arms cross over his chest, his eyes blazing.
"What do you mean 'how did this happen'. You did it!" He argued. Jack shook his head.
"No way mate. I'm pretty responsible, I didn't start that fire. I
dunno how it happened!" He said innocently.
"Jack, stop playing guessing games and just confess!" Snapped
Elizabeth.
"I'm telling you I didn't start the," Jack's eyes shifted to the two bottles to the corner. He had truly not been aware of the fire. Everything came back as he glanced at the empty rum bottles. He grabbed Jen's hand.
"Sorry, mate. We have to go. Long day ahead of us. Night." He rushed out with Jen, leaving a fuming Will and a furious and bewildered Elizabeth. Jen and Jack somehow staggered back to the inn, and collapsed onto the bed. Instantly, they fell asleep.
It was dark, and Jen suddenly bolted upright.
"Jack!" She hissed. How had she gotten back to the inn? The last thing she remembered was taking a sip of rum. Suddenly, everything returned to her. She gasped, her hand flying over her mouth like Elizabeth's had. She buried her face in her hands.
"Oh Jack, we could've killed Charlie!" She said, feeling sick to her stomach. She was so *stupid* to drink that rum. She felt furious with both herself and Jack. Jack pulled her back down to the bed, pulling her close to him, his hand going around her waist.
"I blame you for this." He mumbled.
"Me?!"
"If only you hadn't let me have that sip of rum. This never would have happened."
"That's right. Blame it on me!" Jen fumed.
"We'll 'pologize tomorrow, it'll be all right. Will owes me for savin' his bonny lass anyway." He muttered sleepily. "And you can explain Adam as well." Jen blushed in the dark, glad it was night so Jack couldn't see. She prayed that Will and Elizabeth would forgive them, and that Charlie would forget how irresponsible his aunt and uncle were. Jen blushed even more with shame. After all, Elizabeth had told her last night that Jack and Jen had been named Charlie's godparents. Jen closed her eyes, and hoped that forgiveness would come with the light of dawn.