Disclaimer: If this was mine, why would I bother writing this? I would just put in the movie, which I would speed up, so that it comes out before summer 2006! (at least, I think that's in the U.K.) Also, I don't think anybody could own Jack. He's to free, like a birdy, up in the sky……………….
A.N: I really hate Christmas! It leaves you with no spare time whatsoever! None! Nada! Also, I hate it when little sisters always want the computer (although that is the only time I get around to typing this up)! But enough of my moaning. This fic is kinda my insight into Jack, how he feel's and why he behaves like he does. But you'll probably think It's nonsense, coz my mind comes up with the weirdest things.
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Jack's speciality was to play the drunken idiot. Sometimes he took it further, into the realms of plain madness. He found people were more open around people they thought were drunk or mad. Especially if you got them drunk first. He would match them drink for drink, of course, so that they wouldn't suspect anything (some pirates could have surprisingly sharp minds), but he had a very high drinking limit and could drink most people under the table (although it was awful for his liver). Then, still acting the fool, he would extract any information he needed from their addled brains, occasionally using complicated questions or arguments, and depart, back to his cabin on the Pearl. It tended to work well, though he did end up looking like he had a fish up his arse when he walked. Side effect of being insane, he supposed.
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A.N: Thank you, thank you very much. Uh huh, uh huh. Anyway, please review, even just to tell me that that was awful.