Recursed By The Black Pearl
Jack staggered through the crowded streets of Chapbook. It was really a lovely city; at least Jack seemed to think so. Then again, he was a pirate, and he liked things a bit rowdy. And indeed, Chapbook was rowdy, though not as bad as if could be. Maybe it was the sunlight that chased the drunkards, thieves, and other such low lives into the shadows to wait for the cover of darkness to go about there dastardly deeds.
Jack never let the sun stop him, especially with a mission as important as this. He would need all his wits about him if he was to be successful, and successful he would be. The pirate flashed a gold-toothed grin at a pair of giggling women, who in return, heightened the volume of laughter and scurried away. Roguishly grinning, Jack continued on his unsteady path, humming under his breath.
He rounded a corner which led to the busiest port of Chapbook were all merchants set up their tents and goods in attempts to sell anything to anyone who dared pass by their way. Jack frowned, he had meant to go around the market place; those merchants were crafty. They could sell a petticoat to a young man, and leather boots to a female of any age. Being drunk, Jack had no hopes of going through the port with all of his money intact.
So the pirate began to trek around the crowded area, absently listening to the calls of the tent owners calling out prices, waving merchandise around. Yes, there was one selling a pretty pink corset to a man, who had absolutely no use for it other than to wish there were a woman wearing it. A bit further down, a sneaky looking man collecting coins for large leather boots to a petite lady. Jack couldn't help but roll his eyes while wondering if maybe becoming a merchant could be more prosperous than the life of a pirate.
"Sir, could I interest you in a golden dagger? A gentleman as yourself, I'm sure, could wield a weapon as this quite expertly!"
"Well, I am quite good with a sword."
"Oh, I'm sure you are sir! And where better to conceal your dagger than in your boots? I even have a strap with which you could use! Here, take a look at this dagger. Solid gold from Spain it is, sir!"
Jack took a step towards the tent then recoiled back as if bitten, "No no no! Unless you're selling rum, you won't get a coin from me!" The merchant looked a bit crestfallen, as he held up the weapon, golden, gleaming in the sunlight.
A dagger was a useful thing to carry around . . . No! He had a sword, what more did he need? Nothing; concentrate on the rum, Jack. Think of the rum!
Jack admired the way his new weapon hung snugly against his boot by the strap, with a matching design stamped into the leather that was the same on the blade. He silently damned the merchant to hell, as well as his kin, for finally talking the pirate into buying the blasted weapon. He sighed sadly, staring into his leather pouch with jingled with far less coins than he had started out with. Blast those merchant dogs!
Finally, the captain set his feet towards the tavern with only rum on his mind. He would not look to either side, nor listen to the enchanted calls of the merchants that were worse than sirens. He was nearly free of the marketplace when he took a double take as he saw a monkey scurrying over the tops of the tents. It was wearing a red coat, hat with large plumage.
"Monkey!" Jack hissed under his breath warily, watching it drop onto the shoulder of a bony lad. The small man was leaning over a table displayed with glass eyes. Jack maneuvered closely, careful not to be seen by monkey or man. The man stared longingly at the eyes while absently rubbing at his own empty eye socket with a black patch over it. Jack rubbed his own eyes in disbelief. This straggly, blonde-hair boy could be the same one from his crew!
Suddenly the monkey screeched, and before Jack could blink, they were gone. He whirled around, stared at the crowd to try and see where they could have slipped away, but he saw nothing. The pirate sighed, digging his knuckles into his eyes, rings biting into his forehead.
Rum, Jack. Ah, right, rum. The captain walked from the crowd, down an alley where a rusty sign hung above a doorway. Jack grinned as he headed into the tavern, all thoughts of his dead crewmember vanished from his brain by the time he drowned his first glass of rum.
A.N: Please don't hate me! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update, but I absolutely HAVE to finish my faculty story before I can fully concentrate on another story. I swear I will update this when I can between work, school, and my other fics. Bear with me, because I do have a plan for this! As always, I appreciate reviews ever so much, and thanks to you all who have reviewed!
Jack staggered through the crowded streets of Chapbook. It was really a lovely city; at least Jack seemed to think so. Then again, he was a pirate, and he liked things a bit rowdy. And indeed, Chapbook was rowdy, though not as bad as if could be. Maybe it was the sunlight that chased the drunkards, thieves, and other such low lives into the shadows to wait for the cover of darkness to go about there dastardly deeds.
Jack never let the sun stop him, especially with a mission as important as this. He would need all his wits about him if he was to be successful, and successful he would be. The pirate flashed a gold-toothed grin at a pair of giggling women, who in return, heightened the volume of laughter and scurried away. Roguishly grinning, Jack continued on his unsteady path, humming under his breath.
He rounded a corner which led to the busiest port of Chapbook were all merchants set up their tents and goods in attempts to sell anything to anyone who dared pass by their way. Jack frowned, he had meant to go around the market place; those merchants were crafty. They could sell a petticoat to a young man, and leather boots to a female of any age. Being drunk, Jack had no hopes of going through the port with all of his money intact.
So the pirate began to trek around the crowded area, absently listening to the calls of the tent owners calling out prices, waving merchandise around. Yes, there was one selling a pretty pink corset to a man, who had absolutely no use for it other than to wish there were a woman wearing it. A bit further down, a sneaky looking man collecting coins for large leather boots to a petite lady. Jack couldn't help but roll his eyes while wondering if maybe becoming a merchant could be more prosperous than the life of a pirate.
"Sir, could I interest you in a golden dagger? A gentleman as yourself, I'm sure, could wield a weapon as this quite expertly!"
"Well, I am quite good with a sword."
"Oh, I'm sure you are sir! And where better to conceal your dagger than in your boots? I even have a strap with which you could use! Here, take a look at this dagger. Solid gold from Spain it is, sir!"
Jack took a step towards the tent then recoiled back as if bitten, "No no no! Unless you're selling rum, you won't get a coin from me!" The merchant looked a bit crestfallen, as he held up the weapon, golden, gleaming in the sunlight.
A dagger was a useful thing to carry around . . . No! He had a sword, what more did he need? Nothing; concentrate on the rum, Jack. Think of the rum!
Jack admired the way his new weapon hung snugly against his boot by the strap, with a matching design stamped into the leather that was the same on the blade. He silently damned the merchant to hell, as well as his kin, for finally talking the pirate into buying the blasted weapon. He sighed sadly, staring into his leather pouch with jingled with far less coins than he had started out with. Blast those merchant dogs!
Finally, the captain set his feet towards the tavern with only rum on his mind. He would not look to either side, nor listen to the enchanted calls of the merchants that were worse than sirens. He was nearly free of the marketplace when he took a double take as he saw a monkey scurrying over the tops of the tents. It was wearing a red coat, hat with large plumage.
"Monkey!" Jack hissed under his breath warily, watching it drop onto the shoulder of a bony lad. The small man was leaning over a table displayed with glass eyes. Jack maneuvered closely, careful not to be seen by monkey or man. The man stared longingly at the eyes while absently rubbing at his own empty eye socket with a black patch over it. Jack rubbed his own eyes in disbelief. This straggly, blonde-hair boy could be the same one from his crew!
Suddenly the monkey screeched, and before Jack could blink, they were gone. He whirled around, stared at the crowd to try and see where they could have slipped away, but he saw nothing. The pirate sighed, digging his knuckles into his eyes, rings biting into his forehead.
Rum, Jack. Ah, right, rum. The captain walked from the crowd, down an alley where a rusty sign hung above a doorway. Jack grinned as he headed into the tavern, all thoughts of his dead crewmember vanished from his brain by the time he drowned his first glass of rum.
A.N: Please don't hate me! I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update, but I absolutely HAVE to finish my faculty story before I can fully concentrate on another story. I swear I will update this when I can between work, school, and my other fics. Bear with me, because I do have a plan for this! As always, I appreciate reviews ever so much, and thanks to you all who have reviewed!