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The catch? You have to post this in your journal, too. (don't have to if you don't want to)
Ask away.. but you have to make sure I know the fandom!I can't guarantee the drabble part, but it will be a free piece of writing ( Read more... )
There wasn't much in the room. There was a burnt out candle at the foot of the double bed he was laying in, a side table with an empty bottle of rum on it, and scattered bits of his clothing lying about the room. What had he done last night? Jack tried to remember but found he couldn't remember anything past a few drinks. Slowly he raised himself out of the bed. He looked down as his foot kicked another bottle away. It was only then he noticed that he had lost all of his clothes in his drunkenness. "Bugger," he mumbled to himself, hoping that he hadn't done anything too stupid. He heard something move on the floor on the other side of the bed.
Slowly Jack turned his head and froze at who he saw. There was Will Turner's head looking at him from the floor. "About time you woke up," Will said, standing up.
"Did we-" Jack motioned to the bed.
Will's eyes widened, "No!"
Jack winced “No need to yell, my head hurts enough without you yelling" Jack relaxed a bit and got up to get dressed, "But if it wasn't that then how did we come to be sharing the same room?"
"Well I was not drunk last night. You on the other hand were about 90% rum when I found you. So I decided to put you in a room before you did anything too stupid."
"And the lack of clothes?"
"That was your doing, I'm afraid. You were convinced that I was someone named Anne."
Jack nodded, that sounded like something he would do when he was drunk. He found his pants and under garments lying on the floor. He knelt down and started putting them on, "And I suppose you just sat there enjoying the show?"
Will sounded annoyed when he answered, "No, I was trying to keep you from fleeing the room, which you seemed dead set on doing."
Jack leaned over to pick up his belt and fell over. He continued talking like nothing had happened, “Your concern for me is really touching."
"Well I have to be concerned for your safety, if you lose the compass or get killed then I'll be stranded here." Will answered, smirking.
Jack got to his feet and searched the ground for his shirt. He found it and knelt down to grab it. After putting it on he searched for his revolver. He found it under the bed and stuck it in his belt. All his other belongings were no where to be found though
, "You wouldn't have happened to see where I put my things, did you?"
Will hesitated, "I was a bit preoccupied with keeping you from trying to strip in the bar, and I wasn't paying attention to what you did with your things."
Jack's blood went cold. He lost the compass, his gold, his daggers, and his hat: he was for all intensive purposes screwed. He went for the door.
"Where are you going?" Will asked, putting the blanket he had slept on back on top of the bed. He put on his hat and grabbed his sword in anticipation.
"I just thought I'd get a bit of fresh air."
"I'd better come with you." Will moved towards the door.
"No, really that's okay. You can just go back to the ship and assure everyone that their illustrious captain is still alive and that he hasn't lost the compass. I'll be there as soon as my hangover lets up a bit."
Will didn't look happy but he nodded anyway.
"Try not to sneak into any more guys’ rooms while I'm away." Jack added as he closed the door. He walked down the hall unsteadily, even more unsteadily than he usually walked. Once more he tried to recall what had happened last night. All he got was a vague picture of sitting at a table and laughing with a blonde bearded man. He walked until he came to the bar part of the inn. There was a middle-aged person standing behind the bar counter and one man who was half-way through a mug of ale and fast asleep on the counter.
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The barkeep glared at him, "I'm a lady."
"Of course you are and a fine woman you are. I was making a joke," Jack forced a bit of laughter, "So could you help me."
"Not my shift last night," She slapped the sleeping man on the head, "This ain't your bed, so get up you lazy sod."
The man lifted his head and then he caught sight of Jack, "Why if it isn't the village songbird, come to give us another performance?"
"Er, What?"
The man laughed and took a swig of ale, "You don't remember do you? Then again if I had drank as much rum as you I probably wouldn't remember anything either."
"Would you mind enlightening me then?" Jack was trying to be polite, but it was very hard to do so with when every sound hurt his head.
"Well you we singing very loudly some song about girls and how you love them. I can't really remember much except that it was hilarious and made all the girlies rather offended."
"Do you remember me talking to anybody or giving anybody anything?"
The man laughed rather loudly which made Jack wince, "Do I look like your mother? I do remember you bursting into tears though. You were whimpering something about losing hat to a man."
"You wouldn't happen to know where I could find this man, would you? I think I owe him for a couple of drinks."
"You're not from around here are you?" the man said, taking a good look at Jack, "Everybody knows Otis. He works at the smithery. Shouldn't be too hard to find if you want to find him, not a very big town after all."
"Thank you for all your help, mate," Jack said and walked to the door. He fumbled with opening the door for a few minutes before finally succeeding.
Captain Sparrow glared at the sunlight that poured over him and made his head hurt. Why did everything have to be bright when he got a hangover? Why couldn't it have been a nice, quite rainy day? Jack sparrow cursed the sun and the people under his breath. He looked up at the sky and saw one thick column of smoke rising up, despite the fact that the day was already very warm. Jack made his way towards that smoke pillar. When he got nearer to the building the smell hit him. It smelt like burning hair and refuse, making Jack put his hand over his mouth in an attempt to block it out. "Well at least now I know why it's so easy to find. With a smell like that not even a blind man could miss it."
Slowly he opened the door and quickly darted in. He cautiously breathed in through his nose and gratefully dropped his hand upon finding out that it smelled considerably less foul within the building. "Who be you?" said a gravelly voice from behind him.
"Otis!" Jack turned around slowly and spreading his hands, "Surely you recognize me, your old buddy, Jack."
The old man called behind him, "Otis! You have a friend here to see you."
"Yelling, yelling. Why do people have to yell?" Jack mumbled to himself.
A young man with a long, blonde beard came away from the furnace covered in soot. "Who's here, Tim?"
"This here Jack fella wants to talk to you," Tim pointed to Jack who smiled, “Don't talk too long, I didn't hire you to talk."
The man looked smugly over at Jack, "Don't worry, I shouldn't be long." He waited until Tim walked away, then he swaggered over to Jack. "Let me guess, you were drunk last night, lost all your things, and now you want them back."
Jack smiled, "How'd you guess?"
Otis smirked, "I get a couple of drunks in here every week asking for their things back. Too bad I like your things."
Jack hesitated before asking, "How exactly did I lose them again?"
"You bet them on a game of dice and lost. Now if you don't mind, I have work to do” Otis turned to go back to his work.
"What if I told you that I had a ship?"
Otis stopped in his tracks and turned around, "I'm listening."
"I want my stuff back: my daggers, my gold, my hat, and my compass. So I'll bet you on a single hand of dice. I win, I get my stuff back. You win, you get my ship."
Otis crossed his hands, "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
Jack pointed to his clothing, "Would anybody who wasn't a sailor be dressed this way?"
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Jack Sparrow held out his arm, "Would you mind getting my things first? I want to make sure you're not tricking a poor, drunk man by promising things you don't have."
Otis grumbled and stuffed the dice back in his pocket. He went behind a shelf of finished goods and fished out Jack's things. He shuffled back just as Tim started hitting the hot metal of the sword. Jack needed no convincing to take his ringing head outside, despite the fact that it still smelled awful out there.
Otis led the way to a side alley near the smithery. He knelt on the ground, “Tim doesn't like me gambling, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him." Otis turned his head and looked up at Jack, "Which game do you want to bet on?"
Jack shrugged and joined Otis on the floor, fighting the urge to vomit, "I'll leave that up to you." He unholstered his revolver and pointed in unsteadily at the apprentice. With his other hand Jack started to retrieve his things.
"How about-" Otis dropped off as he saw the revolver currently pointed at his head. He reached down for the daggers and found they were no longer in his possession. He looked to the side and tensed himself to run.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Jack said, putting on his hat and blessing the slight retreat from light it gave his eyes, "You see I am a pirate and as a pirate I have nothing against blowing your head in. Savvy?"
Otis nodded but still kept his eyes on the main road, just in case someone walked by. Jack fastened his daggers around his waist clumsily and stuffed his compass into his shirt. He grabbed hold of the bag of gold and started to back away with his gun still pointed at the apprentice. He turned to walk away and Otis began to scream.
"Oh bugger,” Jack said, trying to aim the gun at Otis. He pulled the trigger and the gun made an empty clicking noise. Apparently Jack had forgotten to load his gun.
He whistled and started to walk down the road. He was about two buildings over when he heard the sound of running footsteps going down the alleyway. He looked down the street and found it to be terribly empty. Worry at being caught crossed Captain Sparrow's mind. Quickly he stumbled into the nearest building and hoped for the best.
When the townspeople went into the building all they saw was a tailor's shop. A woman was busy sewing a dress. "Have you seen a filthy, drunken pirate anywhere?" the leader asked the woman.
She shook her head, not even looking up from her work. The townspeople left and moved on to the next building. When they were gone Jack stepped out from behind a swath of cloth. "I'm not drunk," he said to the woman who was shocked that he was hiding there, "I was drunk yesterday. There's a big difference."
She looked like she was ready to call the people back in. "Wait, don't do that." he said, holding up his hands, "I'll just buy this lovely-" he mumbled, not knowing what to call the piece of clothing he had been hiding behind, "and I'll be on my way."
"Sir, that's a dress." the lady said, now more interested in his gold than whether he was a pirate or not.
"I knew that. Really I did." Jack switched his gaze from the dress to a rather large hat. He picked it up, "What I meant was I'll buy this hat from you."
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Jack waited until the group of irate townspeople walked into a shop and quickly made his way in the opposite direction. He looked down the alleyway and was relived to see that Otis had left. Now it was just a waiting game.
Jack Sparrow finally stumbled onto the Black Pearl when the sun was setting. "About time you showed up," yelled one of the deck hands.
"Hey! Don't talk to your captain that way," Jack said with mock anger, "In fact, it'd just be better if no one talked to the Captain 'til at least tomorrow."
Jack headed towards his quarters and nearly ran into Will, who was coming up from below deck. "Did you get the compass back?" Will asked.
"Nothing to get back since I never lost it," Jack said as he stumbled down the stairs to go get some water and sleep the rest of his hangover off.
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