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I'm really trying to get the next few chapters up, but school is starting
so please bear with me.
* * * "Oh, don't let me interupt, gents, jus' go on about your...um...whatever the bloody hell it is your doin'..." Jack stumbled drunkenly into the shop. Elizabeth and Will exchanged confuzed glances, and put up their weapons.
"Jack," Will asked hesitantly,"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, well, see... I never told you about my sister, did I?" Jack sat down heavily,"Well, she sort of... won my ship..."
"And you need us to help you get it back?" Elizabeth asked.
"Well, sure love, if you want to help, that's great," Jack grinned at her annoyed expression. He often employed the same technique to get Anamarie to help him with things like mending sails. It seemed to annoy Will's wife as much his crew,"However, I suppose I should tell you that I have another slight problem. It goes by the name of General Armand Gonzalez. He's part of the Royal Spanish Navy, and, for some reason, he's become somewhat... annoyed with me as of late. It may have had something to do with me raiding his flag ship, but the man left it sitting alone off the shore of TORTUGA! I couldn' help myself..." Jack grinned sheepishly under the dual glares of the Turners.
"It looks as if that isn't your only problem, Mr. Sparrow," Commedore Norrington, the stately picture of British nobility in his uniform and white wig, stood in the doorway with two of his leutenits,"I may have let you escape last time, but I have no intention of making it a repeat preformance." Jack groaned.
"I'm really not in the mood for this," The pirate moaned,"And how in the bloody hell did you find me?"
"He makes it a habit of checking up on me," Will glared indignatly,"But he could have had better timing. You were just about to ask us to help you steal a ship and go after the Pearl. Am I right?" Jack imedieatly dawned a look of total innocence,"Don't be silly, mate! I have to have an excuse to visit you and your Bonnie Lass, do I? Well now i'm insulted."
"I'm sure," Norrington glared at the pirate,"In any case, you are coming with me. Your cell in the city prison is awating."
"Oh, and deprive some poor helpless criminal of a rightfully-earned bed? I couldn't possibly do that," Jack glanced at Will and Elizabeth expectantly.
"They can't help you," Norrington said with a savage grin. Jack looked around franticly and bolted for a back door. Norrington's men rushed after him, managing to slam the but of a pistol down on the pirate's head hard enough to knock him unconcious. Will moved to stop them, but Elizabeth grabbed his arm. She certiantly didn't want her husband put in prison for attempting to help a criminal, even if the criminal in question was a close friend. Norrington still couldn't believe he'd been upstaged by a mere blacksmith, and wasn't above playing every card he had to try to get Elizabeth back. Norrington spared a glare for Will before wordlessly leading his men out of the shop, dragging Jack inbetween them.
Jack Sparrow woke groggily in a disgusting cell in the city prison. Several of the prisoners that had escaped during Barbossa's raid on Port Royale were back in their respective cells, many grinning idioticly at Jack.
"Well, lookie there, mates!" one pirate, who Jack had become aquianted with breifly on Tortuga (over a bottle of rum) a few months after the raid, leered,"Never thought i'd see the great Jack Sparrow back in here, from what you've been boasting."
"What is so HARD about 'Captian' Jack Sparrow? Is it just me, or is everyone around here unforgivibly daft?" CAPTIAN Jack growled irirtably, struggling to see strait agianst the haze drifting across his still-unclear vision.
"You'll be seeing another escape, soon enough," Jack grumbled,"Although the escapee won't be the likes of you, mate. One break at my expense is more than enough..." He stumbled to his feet,"Anyone have any rum, by chance?"
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Sorry about the short chapters, this seemed like a good place to stop. Hopefully, I can make the next chapter longer. Should I keep going? Please R&R!
* * * "Oh, don't let me interupt, gents, jus' go on about your...um...whatever the bloody hell it is your doin'..." Jack stumbled drunkenly into the shop. Elizabeth and Will exchanged confuzed glances, and put up their weapons.
"Jack," Will asked hesitantly,"What are you doing here?"
"Oh, well, see... I never told you about my sister, did I?" Jack sat down heavily,"Well, she sort of... won my ship..."
"And you need us to help you get it back?" Elizabeth asked.
"Well, sure love, if you want to help, that's great," Jack grinned at her annoyed expression. He often employed the same technique to get Anamarie to help him with things like mending sails. It seemed to annoy Will's wife as much his crew,"However, I suppose I should tell you that I have another slight problem. It goes by the name of General Armand Gonzalez. He's part of the Royal Spanish Navy, and, for some reason, he's become somewhat... annoyed with me as of late. It may have had something to do with me raiding his flag ship, but the man left it sitting alone off the shore of TORTUGA! I couldn' help myself..." Jack grinned sheepishly under the dual glares of the Turners.
"It looks as if that isn't your only problem, Mr. Sparrow," Commedore Norrington, the stately picture of British nobility in his uniform and white wig, stood in the doorway with two of his leutenits,"I may have let you escape last time, but I have no intention of making it a repeat preformance." Jack groaned.
"I'm really not in the mood for this," The pirate moaned,"And how in the bloody hell did you find me?"
"He makes it a habit of checking up on me," Will glared indignatly,"But he could have had better timing. You were just about to ask us to help you steal a ship and go after the Pearl. Am I right?" Jack imedieatly dawned a look of total innocence,"Don't be silly, mate! I have to have an excuse to visit you and your Bonnie Lass, do I? Well now i'm insulted."
"I'm sure," Norrington glared at the pirate,"In any case, you are coming with me. Your cell in the city prison is awating."
"Oh, and deprive some poor helpless criminal of a rightfully-earned bed? I couldn't possibly do that," Jack glanced at Will and Elizabeth expectantly.
"They can't help you," Norrington said with a savage grin. Jack looked around franticly and bolted for a back door. Norrington's men rushed after him, managing to slam the but of a pistol down on the pirate's head hard enough to knock him unconcious. Will moved to stop them, but Elizabeth grabbed his arm. She certiantly didn't want her husband put in prison for attempting to help a criminal, even if the criminal in question was a close friend. Norrington still couldn't believe he'd been upstaged by a mere blacksmith, and wasn't above playing every card he had to try to get Elizabeth back. Norrington spared a glare for Will before wordlessly leading his men out of the shop, dragging Jack inbetween them.
Jack Sparrow woke groggily in a disgusting cell in the city prison. Several of the prisoners that had escaped during Barbossa's raid on Port Royale were back in their respective cells, many grinning idioticly at Jack.
"Well, lookie there, mates!" one pirate, who Jack had become aquianted with breifly on Tortuga (over a bottle of rum) a few months after the raid, leered,"Never thought i'd see the great Jack Sparrow back in here, from what you've been boasting."
"What is so HARD about 'Captian' Jack Sparrow? Is it just me, or is everyone around here unforgivibly daft?" CAPTIAN Jack growled irirtably, struggling to see strait agianst the haze drifting across his still-unclear vision.
"You'll be seeing another escape, soon enough," Jack grumbled,"Although the escapee won't be the likes of you, mate. One break at my expense is more than enough..." He stumbled to his feet,"Anyone have any rum, by chance?"
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Sorry about the short chapters, this seemed like a good place to stop. Hopefully, I can make the next chapter longer. Should I keep going? Please R&R!