Disclaimer: POTC isn't mine. Like, wow.


Ah, yeah. This was just how it was. Flash and dazzle for the crowd, hell for the law-men, and glory for the pirate-folk.

No time to think, no time at all. Play it by ear, aye? Use what weapons you got handy. Here, the rope. You know what to do. Catch 'em in the gizzards. Whoops, mind your step lads! Ha ha ha.

Ah, yeah. This brings back memories. Here comes more. Trip 'em up, keep running. Put on a show as you go. Catch some pretty lass's eye, maybe, aye?

More of 'em? Don't them limey bastards know when to give it a rest? Heave, HO! Ha ha. They'll feel that in the morning. You got a sword? Good man. I'll take his face. Ha ha.

We can take 'em. We can take on the world.

Time to run? Think so. But with style, mind you. And you gotta keep fighting. Pirates never surrender. Not until there's a chance to find a better way out, at least.

And we'll be pirates to the very end! We do what we do 'cause we do it so well! Take what ye can and give nothin' back! We're pirates, through and through.

Just like old times, ey Bill?

Jack turned, and found himself with a face full of ostrich feather.

Oh. Not Bill. Will. He blew the feather out of his face, leaving the memories behind, and returned to the present with a small measure of pride in his friend's son.


A/N:
'tis a shame that fashion sense isn't genetic. I'm sure Bootstrap Bill had much more taste than to take an Errol Flynn/musketeer look.