I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean or Charlie and the Chocolate Factory
Chapter 2
Poor Mr Wonka, I mean Jack
"What am I doing here?" He looked around, "With you?" He looked at his attire, "Wearing this?" He stood up from his chair and opened his arms expectantly.
Young Charlie Bucket spoke to his mentor first, "Mr Wonka, you are in our house which is in your factory. We are you family or sorts, and you always wear that."
Jack held out his arm and crinkled up his nose. "I don't know who you think I am, but I am not said Mr Wonka. I am Captain Jack Sparrow boy, the most fearsome pirate in the Spanish main." He liked that title given to him by one Miss Elizabeth Swann.
Charlie was used to strange behavior from Willy, but this was too strange, even from him. "Maybe you should go lie down." "I don't need to lie down, savvy? I need to find me bleedin' ship! And change these bleedin' clothes."
Each of the Buckets looked at each other hoping the other had an idea to calm down their dear benefactor. Jack started to stroke his face in contemplation, and noticed two things, lack of facial hair and plastic purple gloves.
He held his hand out and then curved his fingers into his palm, which gave a squeak. He then remembered what his appearance could be. He immediately turned his attention to Mrs Bucket.
"Luv, could you fetch me a looking glass?" Jack looked at her and smiled in his ever so charming fashion. Except he was smiling using Willy Wonka's face, and it came out very contrived.
It was then the Buckets realized that Mr Wonka was not going through a spell, he was not Mr Wonka at all.
Mrs Bucket looked at her husband who gave her a reassuring nod. So, with a sigh she went in search of what is commonly known as a mirror. "That's a good lass." Jack said, watching Mrs Bucket leave.
Mr Bucket thought about telling this man that his wife was not a 'lass', or 'luv', but he thought better or it.
Jack had started to sway around the small, crooked house and open all the cabinets. "Ye have any rum, mate?" Jack looked to Mr Bucket, who was rather taken aback by all this.
His question was answered by Grandpa George. "Rum? Who are you? You good for nothing..." Mr Bucket once again lays his hands on Charlie's ears, and we too, can not make heads or tails of what Grandpa George says. Which is probably for the best.
"Grandpa." Mr Bucket chided. He crossed his arms and didn't apologize for his indiscretion. Jack opened his eyes wide and looked at the old man. Just then Mrs Bucket returned with the mirror.
"Here you go Mr Sparrow." She said handing the mirror to him. "Captain, luv, and thank you." He took the mirror, and slowly held it up to his face.