Decided to post this because of it's my 17th birthday, happy readings.
"Jack…are you sure this is safe?" Bill asked looking over the pile of small bags filled with flour.
"…not really," Jack smirked as he lit one of the bags in the middle of the clearing and pulled Bill several feet away from it.
"Tell me again; what in the world are ya doin'?" Bill asked staring at the burning bag ominously.
"Tryin' to make fireworks for Beck's birthday, read about 'em in a book about Chinese culture. They were apparently used to frighten away evil spirits with their loud sound and also to pray for happiness and prosperity," Jack explained before adding, "The original recipe calls for gunpowder but we can't get that too easily so flour is the next best thing."
"How is flour the same as gun-" Bill was cut off as the small bag of flour proceeded to explode, "…never mind."
"…that's not how a firework is supposed to go off, it's should shoot up into the sky an' then explode," Jack grumbled, "Maybe I need more flour? Or should I try an' get some gunpowder to mix in?"
"…you figure tha' on your own Jack, I don't wanna git blown up," Bill said before running off.
"Coward!" Jack yelled at him before turning around to figure out how to make a firework the right way.
About and hour later, Jack had finally figured out that he needed to put the flour in a container and point it skywards to get a vaguely desired effect. He frowned as his latest attempt barely reached the top of the trees before falling back to the ground and exploding, "Maybe I do need to get the gunpowder to give it a bigger boost…"
"Wot in the world would you need gunpowder fer?" a voice asked.
Jack turned around and saw a boy at least eight or nine years older than him, "Who in the blazes are you?"
"Name's Hector Barbossa an' I noticed tha' odd lil' show of yers, wot are ya tryin' ta do?" the boy, teen to be exact, responded.
"…I'm tryin' to make fireworks, but I need gunpowder to get 'em right," Jack explained.
"Why are ya makin' them?"
"For a friend…why are ya askin' so many questions?"
Hector shrugged, "Curious, that's all."
"Well you're 'curiousness' is not 'elping me make fireworks!" Jack said, turning back to what he was attempting to do. Each following try kept on going wrong, "Dang it!"
He turned to find Hector still standing there, with a smug look on his face with his arms folded against his chest, "Ya 'avin' trouble there, boy?" he asked.
Jack sneered at him before snapping, "If you think you're so clever, why don't you help me out instead of standin' there aimlessly doin' nothin'!"
Barbossa smirked and said while walking over to him, "It would be my pleasure." After a few moments on working the developing fireworks Barbossa spoke up, "Got a name, boy?"
Jack turned and looked into the older boy's eyes before holding out a hand and saying with a grin, "Jack, Jack Sparrow."
Hector shook his hand, "Nice ta meet ya, Jackie."
Jack twitched, "Call me that again, an' I'll make ya a bloody eunuch."