RP writing sample...
Jack crouched low next to Murtogg and reached out and popped him on the cheek with his hand. "Are ye awake mate?" Pop Pop. "Mate, ye awake?" Pop. Pop. Pop. "Murtogg. Murtogg. Ye awake, mate?"
Standing and not waiting to see if Murtogg was indeed awake or not, Jack turned around and uncorked his bottle of rum; taking a good long swallow he maneuvered his way over to the side of his ship and peered way down into the dark deep waters. "It wasn't me fault the bloody idiot climbed aboard. I couldn't stop him. Yes, ye could. No, I couldn't. Yes, ye could. No, I couldn't. Murtogg is an innocent bloke. He’s a bloody Royal pompous arse. He's not a pirate. Smells like a pirate. But he's not. I would ask him. He's sleeping. He needs some rum. Thankfully he doesn't like mine..." Jack decided to end the conversation with the little Jack’s and maneuvered his way back to the sleeping wannabe pirate thief.
He kicked his booted foot.
Murtogg, the bloody Royal guard, had thought to hide out upon the Pearl and seize Jack the moment he could. Too bad he was conked over the head before that could actually happen. Like it would happen. It would never happen. Ever.
Jack picked his teeth with his pinky nail and studied Murtogg. Because he could. And because he felt like it. And because he could.
"I could make ye walk me plank did I feel like it." Yes, just out of nowhere.
Murtogg groaned and came awake, opening one eye to peer up at Jack Sparrow. Then he grinned slowly and sat up.
”What are you grinning at?” Jack asked, frowning. “Have ye not yet noticed where ye are?”
”I did not come alone, Captain Jack Sparrow,” Murtogg said low. Jack’s frown deepened and before he could question the guard further, he was hit over the head and thrown overboard.
A few days later he washed up on the shores of Louisiana, present day.