A/N: Well, as I said before this is continuing the "Flashback." This "Flashback" kindda fills in what Captain Jack and old Bootstrap are doing, not just Ragen. I didn't feel like adding Jack's side later, so I'm doing it now! Savvy? Again, please be kind. Thanks.
Chapter 2
Captain Ragen paced the length of the floorboards as he thought about the strange captain who rested on the other ship. Why was he here? Ragen did not particularly like the captain of the Black Pearl; he would have kicked him off as soon as the meeting was over, but his curiosity got the better of him. He didn't know why Jack Sparrow wanted to look at his piece of treasure, but he knew that if he let his guard down it would be snatched away right from underneath his nose.
Ragen stopped his pacing and climbed into his bed. No use worrying about it now, he could do that in the morning.
Morning came quickly. The sun peeked its way through the curtains and came to rest on his face. As he opened his eyes, he came to realize to things. One is that his pillow was no longer under his head but on the floor, and two, his room was completely destroyed. Quickly rising from his sleeping position, Ragen almost ran to his desk and reached his hand in his pocket to pull out the key only to find it gone.
"Damn!" he pinched the bridge of his nose. "Sparrow!" he hissed.
Night Before
Bootstrap quietly closed the door and followed Jack through the halls back to their ship. His friend swaggered and bounced of the walls as the ship swayed though never loosing his footing. He was up to something and Bootstrap knew it. "Jack. What are ye thinkin'?"
Jack spun on his heel in excitement; his eyes danced. He raised a brow. "What gave ye th' idear that I be thinkin' of sometin'?" he grinned and continued down the hall.
The door to the cabin opened slowly while the captain snored into his pillow, unaware. It creaks as it opens and the intruder freezes, panicking. After a moment of silence he continues into the room followed by his companion.
Jack felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped around struggling to draw his sword. Bootstrap raised his hands in a surrender position before moving to the desk in the corner. Jack made a face. Looking around the room, Captain Jack walked over to the sleeping captain and poked the pillow. Slowly and silently he began to work the pillow out from underneath the man's head.
"Jack, wha' in God's name are ye doing?" he spun around quickly and raised the pillow in defense. "Bootstrap, how many times are ye gonna scare me like tha'?" he whispered. "For ye information, me pillow's lumpy an' I want one tha' 's not lumpy so I can sleep, savvy? Lumpy pillows are not fun to sleep on." He grinned. Bootstrap shook his head and Jack sighed, dropping the pillow on the ground. "If Captain Jack Sparrow can't 'ave a pillow, then 'e can't 'ave one ether." He grumbled and continued to look for the key.
The drawer was stuck. Jack pulled the handle, struggling with its weight. "Why won't ye move!" Leaning back at a ridiculous angle, Jack pulled with all his might. Finally, the drawer moved, opening a few inches. Trying again, the drawer was pulled free and landed with a loud crash on the floor. The two pirates froze, looking over at the slumbering pirate.
"'e can sleep though anythin' can't 'e?"
Finding what they came for, Bootstrap left the drawer on the floor and headed towards the door. He noticed that his partner in crime was not behind him and he looked over his shoulder. Jack stood in the middle of the room looking at the worn parchment in his hands. Bootstrap cleared his throat and nodded towards the door. Jack folded the newly found treasure and put it in a pocket and went to follow his friend. Taking a step, he tripped, falling flat on his face.
"Bloody pillow. I knew I didn't like it. Evil, bloody pillow from hell." He mumbled as he stood. He kicked it and continued his way out the door.
Captain Jack Sparrow's bunk was hard and very uncomfortable. The blankets clung to him as he turned onto his side. Sighing, he buried his face into the lumpy pillow. He knew he should have taken the pillow.
"Bootstrap ol' pal, ye awake?" he asked, poking the bulge above his head. He poked his friend a second time.
"I don't think I could possibility get a minute of shu' eye with ye movin' aroun' like that."
"But the bed's lumpy an' so is me pillow. Ye don't think I could have yours?" A grunt was his only reply. "Fine."
The night continued without anymore disturbances, and both men could finally catch a decent night sleep.
Sunlight poured through the small window and landed on the face of the famous Captain Jack Sparrow. He groaned and rolled over in his small and lumpy cot. His eyes fluttered open and he groaned again. Sitting up, he looked around and rubbed the sleep from his dark eyes and they landed on the empty bottle of rum. Sauntering over, he lifted the bottle upside down and watched a single drop of rum fall to the floor. Jack drunkenly walked over to his first mate's cot and poked his side.
"Bootstrap." Jack poked him again. Nothing. There was no response, no noise, no movement, nothing. He poked harder. "Bootstrap Bill!" he hissed.
"Wha'" Bootstrap opened an eye and looked at his Captain's pouting face.
"There's no rum. The rum's all gone! Why is the rum always gone!" the captain cried and he paced back and forth between the two cots.
"Cap'n. Th' rum's gone 'cause you drank it all." He sternly looked at his disheveled friend.
"New rule. There is always rum." Bootstrap just nodded.
A/N I know this was kindda short and I'm sorry. I am so having trouble continuing this! This past chapter was difficult to write, but hey I pulled through! So please be patient and I'll add another chapter as soon as I'm done writing one!
