Diddly, this could be the first story I ever finish. My friend'll have to
get on me about that. Please R&R. Means alot to me.
Anyway, in this chapter you can see how much Jack and Norrington love each
other. Gasp.
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Will Turner walked onto the Black Pearl for the first time. "She is beautiful," he said. "Still got the old crew?"
Jack smiled. "Oh, yes. Where else would they go? Where else would they want to go?" He made his way to the lower decks and led Will into a somewhat small room. Jack gabbed a few bottles of something (probably rum, but it was hard to tell) and his gun and they walked back up. "Crew! I'm going to Port Royal for a few days. Anamaria, you're the acting captain, and Gibbs, you're the first mate. Take care of the Pearl. In fact, they here until I return. I don't think Port Royal will appreciate the Pearl there anyway. Don't let nothin' happen to her, now."
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" Cotton's parrot screeched from above.
Jack turned to Will. "The time?"
"Almost ten. Let's go."
*
The second Jack stepped onto the Fury, ten guns were pointed at him. "Mates, I don't mean no harm now."
"Captain Sparrow's with me. I swear he don't mean no harm," Will piped up.
A voice was heard behind the ten guns and ten men. "Well, Jack Sparrow-"
"Captain Jack Sparrow to you, Norrington," Jack rolled his eyes as the Commodore stepped up to Jack.
"Haven't changed a bit. Haven't changed your clothes, either, eh?"
Jack stood up straighter. "In fact, I have, Commodore. Three times, actually, and I just washed these two days ago."
"Cut your hair any?"
"No," Jack sneered. "Cut your throat any?"
"Jack." Will whispered.
"I'm sorry, Commodore," Jack said sarcastically. "Please, just, don't bother me."
"Stay out of my way, then, scallywag."
"If I was an idiot, your head would be off, but I'm not and it isn't."
The Commodore fumed and pushed Jack aside as he walked past. "Come on, everyone back to work!"
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Will Turner walked onto the Black Pearl for the first time. "She is beautiful," he said. "Still got the old crew?"
Jack smiled. "Oh, yes. Where else would they go? Where else would they want to go?" He made his way to the lower decks and led Will into a somewhat small room. Jack gabbed a few bottles of something (probably rum, but it was hard to tell) and his gun and they walked back up. "Crew! I'm going to Port Royal for a few days. Anamaria, you're the acting captain, and Gibbs, you're the first mate. Take care of the Pearl. In fact, they here until I return. I don't think Port Royal will appreciate the Pearl there anyway. Don't let nothin' happen to her, now."
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" Cotton's parrot screeched from above.
Jack turned to Will. "The time?"
"Almost ten. Let's go."
*
The second Jack stepped onto the Fury, ten guns were pointed at him. "Mates, I don't mean no harm now."
"Captain Sparrow's with me. I swear he don't mean no harm," Will piped up.
A voice was heard behind the ten guns and ten men. "Well, Jack Sparrow-"
"Captain Jack Sparrow to you, Norrington," Jack rolled his eyes as the Commodore stepped up to Jack.
"Haven't changed a bit. Haven't changed your clothes, either, eh?"
Jack stood up straighter. "In fact, I have, Commodore. Three times, actually, and I just washed these two days ago."
"Cut your hair any?"
"No," Jack sneered. "Cut your throat any?"
"Jack." Will whispered.
"I'm sorry, Commodore," Jack said sarcastically. "Please, just, don't bother me."
"Stay out of my way, then, scallywag."
"If I was an idiot, your head would be off, but I'm not and it isn't."
The Commodore fumed and pushed Jack aside as he walked past. "Come on, everyone back to work!"