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Chapter 12
Ahh, Rum at last
Captain Jack Sparrow was free and in search of rum. He found himself missing his ship and his crew however.
But, as always, he didn't dwell on that. He walked out from behind the building and made a mental note of his surroundings. The crowd, and undoubtedly Charlie, were still waiting for him to leave Bert's clothing store.
Jack looked at those people and inwardly smiled. "Poor blokes." Although the majority of the crowd were of the female persuasion, Jack never let his favorite words go unused.
He silently walked across the street and peered in the windows of the shops. He saw what he was looking for, a tavern, or at least a modern version.
Jack walked in and breathed in deeply. It smelt like home, or Tortuga. Both were comforting. Jack walked up to the bar and sat on a stool.
"Can I help you sir?" "I'll have a pint of your best rum mate." "Just a second." The bartender studied Jack's face, "You're that Wonka fellow aren't you?" "If I was would it get me my rum faster?"
The man instantly frowned and went to fulfill Captain Sparrow's request. Jack looked around him. The place was oddly empty. "How do you stay in business?"
"By serving rich drunks." The man plopped Jack's rum in front of him. "Very funny mate." Jack waited for the man to walk off and then took a good long sip of his rum.
"Ahh." The bartender filled Jack's cup three times before the Captain felt quenched. Than he got up and left, without paying mind you, which did not go unnoticed by the bartender.
Before Jack knew it, men in uniform were following him. He was used to this situation, so he did what he always did, he ran.
With his arms waving wildly, Captain Sparrow ran like he never did before. Of course he ran from law figures frequently, but never in a strange place in a strange body.
Luck must have not been on Captain Sparrow's side, because he ran straight into a policeman. "Hello mate. Nice Shirt."