Pairing: Jack's Conscience
Word Count: 195
Prompt: Port from Livejournal
A/N: Jack's conscience amidst an argument about something obscure, as always. If anyone has read Place of Torment, this is in the same format. If not, then the bold and italicized text symbolizes Jack's conscience, aka Mini Jacks.
Carry on, gents.
Word Play
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"We all tipple, swill, guzzle, or swig, and we are all still regarded with disesteem. Rather amusing, is it not? Toping nations should be regarded as the forefront of evolution and power, mate. When pitted against hard-drinking pirates, the English go down like crops before a scythe."
"And furthermore, it was with great ease and grace that those whiskey-loving Americans pushed the Spaniards out of their lands."
"Have they really? Bloody Spaniards are quite unnerving, as it were."
"Aye, just pushed them out. Easy as that."
"Odd, always thought of the Americans as a herd of men who cannot count past three, let alone outsmart the Spaniards."
"Trust me, mate. There are herds more of them that cannot get past six, but they're still just as ruthless."
"Good point. However, I'd still wager that we'd have better conversations with the Berserkers as they lay red-faced and drunk of port. Despite the many rumors about the lot of them, most seem to fight rather well and not too righteously."
"I'd imagine that with so many ports conquered, one would certainly be red-faced from victory."
"Hang on, red-faced at port or of port?"
"Beg pardon?"
"I was talking about port."
"As was I."
"Sometimes you make no bloody sense a'tall, mate."
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