Sorry this one took so long! Homework runs my life, unfortunately. This one
was also hard for me to write for some reason. It might not make sense,
just warning you.
Thank you a ton and then some for all the beautiful reviews!
I don't own any pirates. Have fun, I hope you like it!
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"What should we do with a drunken sailor?" Jack sang boisterously.
"Shove it! Yer not drunk!"
"I know! Pity. Wish I were. You don't happen to have anything for a poor old sober man, eh?" Jack asked the man guarding him.
"Yeah!" Jack's face lit into a grin. "I got a fist for yer face is what I got!"
"Oh." Jack's mouth fell. "No need to be snippy."
"I c'n be whatever I want, now leave me alone!" the man muttered.
Jack made a face and plopped down so he was sitting. He sighed and ran a finger along the wall. He listened gratefully to the sound of water lapping against the ship.
"Got a book I can read?" Jack asked suddenly, almost sarcastically. He didn't expect to find a book on a pirate ship.
"You can read?" the other man asked, sitting up a little straighter.
Jack eyed the man, thinking hard. "Yes," he said slowly.
"Like, like letters and words and things like that? All of that?" the man asked eagerly. He stood and walked towards Jack's cell.
Jack nodded. "I could teach you," he said softly.
"Oh," the other man breathed. "Would you?"
Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why," he asked, "does a pirates such as yerself want to learn how to read?"
The other man shrugged, feigning carelessness. Jack was not fooled.
"C'mon boy, le's have it," Jack said.
"Me mum could read," the pirate answered, looking away. "She never would teach me. Me Da would write us letters, bein' away all the time 'n all. She never got around t' reading any of 'em t'me."
"Ah." Jack nodded.
"So, would you teach me?"
Jack thought. "What's the magic word?"
"Please?"
"There ya go, sonny Jim," Jack cried, waving his good arm about. "I only got one more day left on this boat is the only thing what worries me. I can't teach ya much in one day."
"Oh! I can take care of that!" said the other pirate excitedly.
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Captain Siyamak sat in his room about to delve into a feast of roast pheasant, an assortment of exotic fruits, fine wine, bread, and cheese. He loved food and took it very seriously. Just about to take his first bite of meat, he heard a great commotion coming from the deck.
He waited, his fork posed in front of his mouth. A minute later a shaky knock on his door could be heard. He rolled his eyes and set his fork down. Giving his table one last desperate glance, he straightened his jacket and opened the door.
"Sir! Somethin's happened to the sails, sir!" the man at the door said a little too loudly.
Siyamak narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with the sails?" he said slowly. His stomach rumbled impatiently.
"Well," the man hesitated.
"Damn ye! Out with it you scum!"
"They're gone, sir," the other pirate said at last. He cringed, unconsciously inching away from the captain.
Siyamak's eyes flashed dangerously. "Gone where?" he snapped.
The sailor looked up at him for the first time. "The ocean," he said desperately.
Siyamak made a face in confusion. He shoved the man out of the way and hurried out the door. Arriving on deck, he looked around. Not a sail to be seen.
"How the hell did this happen?" he screamed, his eyes blazing. He looked around at his crew, most of which were at a loss for words. Getting impatient, and increasingly hungry, he pulled out his gun and held it in the air. "You!" he cried, pointing his pistol at a pirate standing next to the mass. "Where are my sails?" he asked, his voice cracking.
The man stuttered and mumbled unintelligible answers. A sharp crack was heard and the men jumped. The pirate who had been talking fell backward stiffly, but no one dared to touch him. A pool of dark blood slowly crawled out from beneath him.
"You will row us to the nearest island," ordered the captain, sticking his gun back into the sash at his waist. "We will not stop for anything. Once there, none of you will sleep until this ship is fully and completely fitted with every single stitch of cloth and piece of iron that belongs on a ship such as this. Now get going!" he screamed. The men rushed below.
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Jack looked up when he heard the shot cut through the air.
"He must have found out," said a voice on the other side of Jack's bars.
Jack looked down again. Greg, the man Jack promised to teach, stood in front of him with a sheet of scraggily paper, a sick looking pen, and a bottle of half-dried ink.
"Alright, let's get started," sighed Jack.
Thank you a ton and then some for all the beautiful reviews!
I don't own any pirates. Have fun, I hope you like it!
==
"What should we do with a drunken sailor?" Jack sang boisterously.
"Shove it! Yer not drunk!"
"I know! Pity. Wish I were. You don't happen to have anything for a poor old sober man, eh?" Jack asked the man guarding him.
"Yeah!" Jack's face lit into a grin. "I got a fist for yer face is what I got!"
"Oh." Jack's mouth fell. "No need to be snippy."
"I c'n be whatever I want, now leave me alone!" the man muttered.
Jack made a face and plopped down so he was sitting. He sighed and ran a finger along the wall. He listened gratefully to the sound of water lapping against the ship.
"Got a book I can read?" Jack asked suddenly, almost sarcastically. He didn't expect to find a book on a pirate ship.
"You can read?" the other man asked, sitting up a little straighter.
Jack eyed the man, thinking hard. "Yes," he said slowly.
"Like, like letters and words and things like that? All of that?" the man asked eagerly. He stood and walked towards Jack's cell.
Jack nodded. "I could teach you," he said softly.
"Oh," the other man breathed. "Would you?"
Jack narrowed his eyes. "Why," he asked, "does a pirates such as yerself want to learn how to read?"
The other man shrugged, feigning carelessness. Jack was not fooled.
"C'mon boy, le's have it," Jack said.
"Me mum could read," the pirate answered, looking away. "She never would teach me. Me Da would write us letters, bein' away all the time 'n all. She never got around t' reading any of 'em t'me."
"Ah." Jack nodded.
"So, would you teach me?"
Jack thought. "What's the magic word?"
"Please?"
"There ya go, sonny Jim," Jack cried, waving his good arm about. "I only got one more day left on this boat is the only thing what worries me. I can't teach ya much in one day."
"Oh! I can take care of that!" said the other pirate excitedly.
==
Captain Siyamak sat in his room about to delve into a feast of roast pheasant, an assortment of exotic fruits, fine wine, bread, and cheese. He loved food and took it very seriously. Just about to take his first bite of meat, he heard a great commotion coming from the deck.
He waited, his fork posed in front of his mouth. A minute later a shaky knock on his door could be heard. He rolled his eyes and set his fork down. Giving his table one last desperate glance, he straightened his jacket and opened the door.
"Sir! Somethin's happened to the sails, sir!" the man at the door said a little too loudly.
Siyamak narrowed his eyes. "What's wrong with the sails?" he said slowly. His stomach rumbled impatiently.
"Well," the man hesitated.
"Damn ye! Out with it you scum!"
"They're gone, sir," the other pirate said at last. He cringed, unconsciously inching away from the captain.
Siyamak's eyes flashed dangerously. "Gone where?" he snapped.
The sailor looked up at him for the first time. "The ocean," he said desperately.
Siyamak made a face in confusion. He shoved the man out of the way and hurried out the door. Arriving on deck, he looked around. Not a sail to be seen.
"How the hell did this happen?" he screamed, his eyes blazing. He looked around at his crew, most of which were at a loss for words. Getting impatient, and increasingly hungry, he pulled out his gun and held it in the air. "You!" he cried, pointing his pistol at a pirate standing next to the mass. "Where are my sails?" he asked, his voice cracking.
The man stuttered and mumbled unintelligible answers. A sharp crack was heard and the men jumped. The pirate who had been talking fell backward stiffly, but no one dared to touch him. A pool of dark blood slowly crawled out from beneath him.
"You will row us to the nearest island," ordered the captain, sticking his gun back into the sash at his waist. "We will not stop for anything. Once there, none of you will sleep until this ship is fully and completely fitted with every single stitch of cloth and piece of iron that belongs on a ship such as this. Now get going!" he screamed. The men rushed below.
==
Jack looked up when he heard the shot cut through the air.
"He must have found out," said a voice on the other side of Jack's bars.
Jack looked down again. Greg, the man Jack promised to teach, stood in front of him with a sheet of scraggily paper, a sick looking pen, and a bottle of half-dried ink.
"Alright, let's get started," sighed Jack.