"Don't be that way, lad! Come back to the pub and let yer old man buy ya a drink." Jack slowed his pace, as his interest perked. Rum was always good and more so when he wasn't the one paying for it. He spun around and smirked at his father.
"Make it two," he said. "And I might forget you've been makin' a mockery of me name."
"Aye, two it is," Nigel replied and headed back through the crowded streets towards the pub.
"Ye still sail with ol' Joshamee?"
"Gibbs? Aye, think he went to find himself some company," Jack replied.
"Ya mean there's a time when women aren't bad luck?" Nigel asked then chuckled.
"Very few, apparently." Jack replied.
Both walked up and sat themselves down at the bar and ordered their drinks. Jack sat nursing his rum, wincing slightly when the alcohol touched the cuts on his lip. It wasn't long before he noticed a few men across the room talking amongst themselves and then one pointed in their direction. Immediately a less than happy looking scallywag came charging across the pub.
"You Jack Sparrow?"
"Na, mate, name's Nigel. He's Jack Sparrow," Jack replied and motioned to his father. Nigel's nearly chocked on his rum then stood quickly, only to have the man knock him to the floor. He blinked back the pain a few times then stood, holding his jaw.
"Suppose I deserved that," he said.
"How long ye been here anyway?" Jack asked in near bewilderment. Even he hadn't been capable of making so many enemies in such a small place before.
"'Bout three days," Nigel replied as he sat and took another drink.
"You've only been here for three days and you've already got half the bloody place wantin' yer head?" Jack asked. Nigel grinned and held up his glass.
"What can I say, lad? I have a weakness for the lasses."
"Ya got a bloody weakness in the head, is more like it," Jack said.
"JACK!" Jack's eyes widened and he turned to see a familiar person coming towards him.
"What a surprise! Didn't think I'd see you so soon," he said in mock pleasantness and stood. Nigel shook his head as once again a fist connected with his son's face.
"Why does everyone keep doin' that?" Jack growled.
"I don't recall this one bein' my fault, mate," Nigel said sarcastically.
"No, this one was my own doing," he replied. "Nice to see you too, lad."
"Don't give me that, Jack; you know why I'm here." Nigel looked between the two of them then finished off his rum.
"This takes me back. Used to hear those words from yer mum all the time," he said then gave them both a hard look. "Thought ya liked the lasses, son. Not that I'm judging ya." Both men looked at Nigel in mutual disgust.
"Who are you?"
"Names Captain Jack Sparrow Senior," he replied with a grin.
"First of all, yer not a bloody captain. Secondly, yer name is Nigel, you know it and I know it. It might make ya sound like a fastidious, pansified, namby-pamby; but yer just gonna have to square with that, mate. Thirdly, this here's Will Turner. I borrowed a little something from him." Jack said then smirked.
"You stole it," Will said.
"Haven't we been through this before, lad?" Jack asked sarcastically. "Pirate."