Disclaimer:I don't own POTC. I don't like having to do a disclaimer because it reminds me of what I (sadly) DON"T own. FUCK THIS!!! I'm just KIDDIN with ya!!
Jack and Will sat, facing each other, on opposite sides of a small wooden table. The chairs had been destroyed in the fire(you'll learn about the fire later) so they were sitting on the floors.
Jack was clutching, in his hand, a half-empty bottle of rum. Will was holding what was left of his favorite sword(just the hilt).
"Why in the world did you try and burn down the ship, Will?" asked Jack as he looked around at the scorched walls of his ship, a tear in his eye.
"I got bored." said Will in that concentration tone that he uses.
"You could have told me and I would have given you something to do!" shouted Jack.
"You fucking would have just fucking told me to swab the fucking decks or something fucked up like that!"
"Hey!" said a passing crew member. "Watch the fucking language."
-flashback-
Will sat in the middle of Jack's room cross legged. He held three bottles of rum in his...arms... and on the floor beside him were 5 books of matches.
-Will's thoughts-
What should I do now? I've got all these matches, and flammable liquids. Now what to do...
I KNOW! I can set fire to the flammable liquid! THen I can light some sticks on fire and try to fight fire with fire! YEAH!
Will danced ballet while flinging rum everywhere on Jack's cabin. He got some on his clothes, so he took them off and flung them into the corner(for those of you Will fans).
The he lit a few matches and threw them into various places, including Jack's gold bag, his maps, and, God Lord NO, his rum cabinet.
Pretty soon the room was up in flames.
Jack rushed down to see why it was so hot on the ship.
When he saw the flames, and Will's nakedness, he sheilded his eyes.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL HAVE YOU DONE!!!" he screamed in agony.
-end flashback-
Jack burst into tears. "What have you done to my ship." he sobbed.
Will patted him on the back softly.
"FUCK OFF YOU PIMP!" screamed Jack..
"I'm not a PIMP." said Will.
"HOw do you know, you don't even know what a Pimp is." said Jack still crying.
"What is it then?" asked Jack.
"Well, erm." said Will. "I'll go find out. Where's your dictionary?"
"You BURNED IT YOU ARSE!"
"oh. Yeah. Well I'll go ask someone."
(Will goes to Gibbs to ask what the word pimp means)
"Gibbs."
"What?"
"What's a pimp?"
"Are you a virgin?"(I know, I mention this a lot. But hey, it's funny.)
Will looked at him in a confused way.
"WHat does that have to do with anything?"
Gibbs rolled his eyes. "Just answer."
"No I am not."
"Well who did you lose it to?"
"I'm not telling." said Will indignantly.
"Well then I won't answer your question."
"So she was a prostitute, I bet Jack lost his to a prostitute." Will shrugged and blushed.
"Actually no, he didn't, but you'll have to take that up with him."
"So what's a pimp?"
"They're basically prostitute dealers."
"Oh."
WIll skipped off happily.
"I know what pimp means." said Will cheerfully as he barged into what was once the best room on the ship.
"THAT'S JSUT GREAT!!!!!!!" yelled Jack angrtily.
"HAS IT OCCURED TO YOU THAT I DON'T CARE? HMM? NO? WELL GO SUCK SOME OCTUPUS ARSE!!!"
Jack picked up Will like a football, brung him to the edge of the ship, and tossed him overboard. Then, feeling better than usual, he said cheerily to the crew, "Man overboard!"
He skipped into his quarters, opened up a bottle of rum, and began to sing to himself, which he continued to do for the rest of the day.
Will was hauled aboard, and had a very bad cold for the next few days. He also began to hate Jack, and ended up cursing him under his breath every few seconds.
And they lived in hate for the rest of the trip.
A/N: I haven't been getting any reviews. I don't know why. SO DROP OFF A BLOODY REVIEW!!!!!!!