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Jack stumbled out of bed. He rubbed his head. "Damn... headache... where the hell am I." He murmured.
He noticed a note on the drawer. Looking at it from a distance, he slowly tiptoed over and read it:
(Captain) Jack Sparrow;
My ship's leaving for Port Royal at 10 o'clock in the
morning. If you'd like to meet me before I go, come
by Westie's Tavern around 8:30.
Will
Jack glanced at his pocket watch. 8 o'clock.
Damn that boy.
He grabbed his things and headed for the door of his room. He stopped by the bar to get a bottle of rum, 'because being sober is not an option,' he once said.
Westie's Tavern was near the docks of Tortuga. It was a respectable place. It didn't serve rum; it served crap like wine and beer. No rum, though. No wonder Will chose this place. Oh, well, he had his rum.
It had been two years since Captain Sparrow had seen Will. Jack was more of a drinker than he had ever been, and made no notion to stop the habit. But he was witty as ever.
Then he saw her. This time he was going to say something to her. He staggered up to her. "Hallo, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl."
She eyed him. When someone walks up to you in the streets of Tortuga, they were either going to rob you, rape you, or kill you (unless you knew them). "Hallo. Lisa Shadow." She spied the bottle of rum and fingered the knife in her pocket, ready to pull it out at any second. She tried to be friendly though. "The Black Pearl, ey? Hmm. I saw ye last night, and I don't know what ye want with me. But, I tell ye, I don't take to drunks." She tried to walk around him.
"Lass, now, now, I'm not gonna rape yeh or shoot yeh. I just thought ye looked lonely last night," he pondered the last thing she said. "What? You don't like drunks? Whatcha doin' in Tortuga then? Here, try this rum. It's really very good," he puffed his lower lip out.
She slowly stuck her hand out and snatched it. She peered in it closely, opened it, and threw her head back and took a big swallow. When Jack tried to take it back, she greedily turned her back to him and said, "No, it's mine now. It's good."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, I'm sober enough to know I've got 10 minutes to get to Westie's. Ye can keep the rum."
He ran straight over to Westie's in less than 5 minutes. There was Will, sober enough. Jack ordered three bottles of rum. "We don't serve rum here," The bartender said.
Jack gasped. "What kind of place is this?! You shouldn't be allowed in Tortuga!"
"We don't want drunks singing around our tables and making love to prostitute whores."
Jack flung his arms up and ran to Will. "I'll be right back, boy." He ran out the door, across the street, into the "My Lady Tavern," ordered three bottles of rum, and ran back into Westie's. The bartender rolled his eyes and said, "I give up."
He sat down by Will at a shabby table. There were about five other people in the tavern, but it was morning (there usually wasn't much action in this tavern anyway). "Sorry, boy. Now what did ye want to talk about?"
"Thought we'd just catch up," Will said. "I mean, we haven't seen each other in so long. How have you been? How's the Pearl?"
"Been good, been good. been better, too, but. Oh, the Pearl's a beauty. She's still the same as ever. How, um, is that kid or whatever?"
"Oh, yes, our son Jack?"
"You named it after me?" Jack smiled a bit. "Ye could've named it William Turner, III. But Jack? I'm no role model or nothin'."
"Jack, our Jack wants to meet you."
Jack snorted. "Well that's lovely for him, Will. Besides, you know if I put one dirty foot on Port Royal soil - say that ten times fast - I'll have a sword on my neck, a gun up my nose, and a certain Commodore-" he said this as if it were sewage waster, "-on my case. Which is why I vowed never to return there. It's simply disgusting," Jack glanced sideways at Will, who was playing with his drink. "No offense, or nothin'. It's just - I don't like land much. And the land I do like is Tortuga and Spain."
Will thought for a moment. "What if I ordered them not to fire upon you?"
"If they don't fire upon me, they'll hang me."
"Jack."
"Oh, alright. But if anything happens, I'm gettin' outta there."
"Okay."
"Does the kid look like me?"
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Jack stumbled out of bed. He rubbed his head. "Damn... headache... where the hell am I." He murmured.
He noticed a note on the drawer. Looking at it from a distance, he slowly tiptoed over and read it:
(Captain) Jack Sparrow;
My ship's leaving for Port Royal at 10 o'clock in the
morning. If you'd like to meet me before I go, come
by Westie's Tavern around 8:30.
Will
Jack glanced at his pocket watch. 8 o'clock.
Damn that boy.
He grabbed his things and headed for the door of his room. He stopped by the bar to get a bottle of rum, 'because being sober is not an option,' he once said.
Westie's Tavern was near the docks of Tortuga. It was a respectable place. It didn't serve rum; it served crap like wine and beer. No rum, though. No wonder Will chose this place. Oh, well, he had his rum.
It had been two years since Captain Sparrow had seen Will. Jack was more of a drinker than he had ever been, and made no notion to stop the habit. But he was witty as ever.
Then he saw her. This time he was going to say something to her. He staggered up to her. "Hallo, mate. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl."
She eyed him. When someone walks up to you in the streets of Tortuga, they were either going to rob you, rape you, or kill you (unless you knew them). "Hallo. Lisa Shadow." She spied the bottle of rum and fingered the knife in her pocket, ready to pull it out at any second. She tried to be friendly though. "The Black Pearl, ey? Hmm. I saw ye last night, and I don't know what ye want with me. But, I tell ye, I don't take to drunks." She tried to walk around him.
"Lass, now, now, I'm not gonna rape yeh or shoot yeh. I just thought ye looked lonely last night," he pondered the last thing she said. "What? You don't like drunks? Whatcha doin' in Tortuga then? Here, try this rum. It's really very good," he puffed his lower lip out.
She slowly stuck her hand out and snatched it. She peered in it closely, opened it, and threw her head back and took a big swallow. When Jack tried to take it back, she greedily turned her back to him and said, "No, it's mine now. It's good."
Jack rolled his eyes. "Oh, well, I'm sober enough to know I've got 10 minutes to get to Westie's. Ye can keep the rum."
He ran straight over to Westie's in less than 5 minutes. There was Will, sober enough. Jack ordered three bottles of rum. "We don't serve rum here," The bartender said.
Jack gasped. "What kind of place is this?! You shouldn't be allowed in Tortuga!"
"We don't want drunks singing around our tables and making love to prostitute whores."
Jack flung his arms up and ran to Will. "I'll be right back, boy." He ran out the door, across the street, into the "My Lady Tavern," ordered three bottles of rum, and ran back into Westie's. The bartender rolled his eyes and said, "I give up."
He sat down by Will at a shabby table. There were about five other people in the tavern, but it was morning (there usually wasn't much action in this tavern anyway). "Sorry, boy. Now what did ye want to talk about?"
"Thought we'd just catch up," Will said. "I mean, we haven't seen each other in so long. How have you been? How's the Pearl?"
"Been good, been good. been better, too, but. Oh, the Pearl's a beauty. She's still the same as ever. How, um, is that kid or whatever?"
"Oh, yes, our son Jack?"
"You named it after me?" Jack smiled a bit. "Ye could've named it William Turner, III. But Jack? I'm no role model or nothin'."
"Jack, our Jack wants to meet you."
Jack snorted. "Well that's lovely for him, Will. Besides, you know if I put one dirty foot on Port Royal soil - say that ten times fast - I'll have a sword on my neck, a gun up my nose, and a certain Commodore-" he said this as if it were sewage waster, "-on my case. Which is why I vowed never to return there. It's simply disgusting," Jack glanced sideways at Will, who was playing with his drink. "No offense, or nothin'. It's just - I don't like land much. And the land I do like is Tortuga and Spain."
Will thought for a moment. "What if I ordered them not to fire upon you?"
"If they don't fire upon me, they'll hang me."
"Jack."
"Oh, alright. But if anything happens, I'm gettin' outta there."
"Okay."
"Does the kid look like me?"