Disclaimer: "I was nothing more than an almost innocent bystander."
I cannot wait to see Dead Man's Chest. July 7th is not coming fast enough. Oh yeah, and I don't own Pirates...
I was gonna wait for more reviews, but I was too anxious to post chapter 3, as it's one of my favoirite chapters. I've already written about 22 chapters, but I like to post them slowly so I can see the reviews. Please review chapter 2 if you haven't, and then review this!
Chapter 3: A Night With Jack
About an hour later, Jack had returned to the Black Pearl, complete with his crew, and Will as well.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," Will said, mostly to himself, but Jack heard him.
"It's jus' what ye need, trus' me," he said.
The crew had greeted Will enthusiastically, glad to see him again. Especially Mr. Gibbs.
"Decided to come on another adventure eh laddie?" Gibbs asked him, smiling and clapping him on the back.
"Not so much an adventure," said Will, as though trying to make it very clear, "Just…a break from…the ordinary, you know?"
"Well, if there's any man 'oo c'n give ye a break from the ordinary, it'll be Jack," said Gibbs, clapping him on the back once more and wandering away to do his duties on deck. Will looked at the crew, running around and doing their jobs. Was it just him or did they seem nervous about something? Will decided it was probably in his head.
He stood up on the bow of the Pearl. It did feel good to be away from everything, but he didn't know how Jack could stand living like this all the time.
Jack looked at Will from his position at the helm. This would be fun. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get Will drunk for once. That's a sight Jack would like to see. It was nice to stop on land once in a while, but Jack couldn't understand why Will or anyone would want to be on land all the time.
"Don' ye want t' know where we're 'eaded boy?" Jack called out to Will.
"Actually, I'm not sure I do," Will replied.
A while later, they arrived at Tortuga.
"Should've known," said Will, getting onto land.
"Ye don' sound too excited," said Jack, who clearly was excited himself.
"I'm just not sure this is the place I would've chosen to, er, relax," said Will.
"This is one o' the best places around!" Jack said, as though everyone should think so. Will looked skeptical, but didn't reply.
They entered a pub and Jack ordered two rums. They sat down at the bar table, and he passed one to Will.
"Go on lad," he said, "At least 'ave one."
Will looked at his pint and opened his mouth as though to object, but then closed it. He'd feel guilty if he drank it, he knew, but then, a very Jack-like voice in his head said, what've you got to lose? He wasn't the kind of man who went out and partied…ever. He had always worked hard, and dealing with Elizabeth's mood swings took a lot out of him.
"At least one," said Jack, who had been watching Will think.
Will gave in, and took a large swig. He almost coughed. It didn't exactly taste lovely.
"Good, innit?" said Jack, smiling and downing his own pint very quickly and expertly.
A few hours later, Jack and Will were giggling in a silly sort of way.
"I dunno Jack," said Will, "women, can't live with 'em-"
"Can' live wivout 'em," Jack finished for him, taking a swig of his umpteenth rum that evening. Will hadn't had as much as Jack, who was definitely drunk. Will was just very tipsy.
"'Ave another rum, lad," said Jack, waving his own in Will's face as though to entice him, while spilling some of the rum.
"No, I don't think so," said Will, giggling again, "I think I've had enough."
"Never enough," said Jack, "Gotta 'ave more," he slopped some down his front while taking another swig.
"No no no," said Will, "No, I've got a wife at home to think about. She'll kill me if I get drunk like you."
"I'm not drunk, I'm jus' a bit tipsy," said Jack, who couldn't hold his gaze with Will's very well. "Will, you got a brother?"
"No, Ihaven't had that much,you're drunk," said Will, "and no, I don't have a brother, why?"
"Coz that boy sittin' next to ye looks jus' like ye," said Jack, now gazing at someone next to Will. Will looked next to him, there was no one there.
"Jack, I think It's time we went home," said Will, standing up.
"Fine, fine," said Jack, also standing up, but having a difficult time doing so. "Where's me compass?"
"No, no, you give me that compass," said Will, "you're not taking us home, we might end up in Alaska."
"No, It's my ship, an' I'll be takin' us 'ome," said Jack, still searching himself for the compass.
"No you will not," said Will, "Jack, you're drunk."
"I know, Will, I know you're drunk, an' that's why I'll be takin' us 'ome."
"No, Jack, you're drunk."
"I'm not drunk!" said Jack loudly, looking up at Will abruptlyand almost falling over backward.
Will raised an eyebrow at him.
"Will, be a good boy an' stick your arms out," said Jack blearily.
Will did so obediently. He thought he knew what was coming.
"Good boy," said Jack, "nighty night," and with that, he spun around and fell backward into Will's outstretched arms.
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