Short, yes I know. I'm trying to build up each chapter, but it's not working to well; I'll try to make the next one longer, but no promises! Thanks for all the reviews so far too, glad to see I have my old reviewers! (My anonymous one is a bit behind, but we talked and it's all good.) Don't forget to review and share. As always I own nothing but my OC's, and this plot, which will gradually get more and more insane... No suing please!
Jack brought Stoke up to the deck, one arm around his shoulder, the other hand holding a bottle of rum, from which he would take an occasional drink from.
"So Stoke, tell me, on your previous ship, what was your, er, position on said ship?" Jack asked as he pushed the cellar doors open, leading him to the galley where a few men laid, passed out from drinking too much. Jack looked around for Gibbs, but, to his luck, he was no where to be found. No doubt the suspicious first mate would have a fit if he found out that Jack had just employed a stow-away.
"I was the third mate on me ship, usually I was up in the crow's nest, or down with the powder monkey's. Me captain always gave me the odd jobs, seein' how's I was so small and such." Stoke told Jack, his voice cracking several times, speaking in an accent Jack didn't recognize. Jack nodded his head, and took his arm off Stoke. Without saying anything, he opened a closet and pulled out a mop and bucket out. He pushed Stoke forward and out onto the deck.
"Welcome to the Blackpearl mate." He opened his arms wide in a grand gesture, then before Stoke could even take in his surroundings, Jack put the mop in his face.
"Ever use on of these before?" Jack questioned, one eyebrow raised. Stoke nodded his head. Jack clapped his hands together. "Excellent. You may begin." He let go of the mop, making Stoke have to dive a bit to catch it. "Now." Jack walked, rather staggered off to do who knows what. Stoke sighed; he hated moping.
He sighed and began to mop for what would be the first time, of many times. Finally, when he had finished a while later, he was unsure what to do; so he threw the mop and bucket back into the closet and started walking around, trying to get used to his new ship.
Stoke thought that the Blackpearl was a very beautiful ship, but he missed his old ship, The Lucky Maiden. Usually they just called her the Maiden, but she was a wonderful ship. Stoke shook those thoughts from his head, and kept walking, eventually he walked in on his new Captain talking to an older gentleman. Stoke couldn't pinpoint the older man's exact age, but he knew that he had met him before, but Stoke couldn't tell when he had met him. Stoke cleared his throat when he approached them.
"Captain, I finished swabbing the deck." He said, Jack nodded his head, and the older man looked at Stoke up and down when he spoke.
"Ay, and Jack who be this young gent?" he asked. Jack waved his hand drunkenly.
"Oh this. New lad, name be, Stark, Stow, Store…" as he said each incorrect name, he waved his hand in another circle. Finally Stoke said his name, to which Jack snapped his fingers. "Stoke, that be it. His name's Stoke, he's new, from some ship, forgot to tell ye earlier. My apologies." Jack tipped his hat slightly. "Anyways, Stoke, this is Gibbs, me most trusted crew mate, and such." Jack said with a wave of his hand. Gibbs stuck his hand out.
"Nice to be meetin' ye Stoke. Feel free to come to me if ye have any questions concerning the ship, or any tales." Gibbs paused a moment. "Do I know ye lad?" he asked, still grasping Stoke's hand. He shook his hand.
"Don't think so, I mean, never seen ye before. Sorry mate." Stoke lied to the older man. Gibbs let go of Stoke's hand, and shrugged his shoulders at his own mistake. Jack clapped his hands together.
"Well now that we're all acquainted, and briefly mistakenly re-acquainted, I should let ye know Stoke, that we'll be making port in Tortuga, so ye have the night off to go find yerself a nice lady, or two." Jack said winking to Stoke, who seemed shocked, if not repulsed by the idea. Jack raised an eyebrow suspiciously, but said nothing. Stoke just nodded his head and wandered off after being shooed away by Jack.
"Mary mother of gods" Gibbs started out, "I'd be Barbossa's mother if I hadn't seen that face somewhere or another before." He said. Jack shrugged his shoulders, and silently agreed.
"Best be keeping an eye on that one , something's a bit off about that one." Jack said, acting reasonable for once Gibbs noted.
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