Drink Up! (HL and PotC story)
I'm posting this here because of ithidrial. She just finished a story in a universe the two of us write in called Now We Are Met Again (Even though, I haven't really written anything complete in a few years. I do have massive amounts of incomplete stories, as Ith could tell you [g]). The universe is called Blood Ties and encompasses Forever Knight, Highlander, a dash of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Star Trek. Pirates of the Caribbean was officially added with this story. If you want to read the stories, you can find them in the link above.
Anyway... The story below the cut is a 'flashback' to the universe.
Disclaimer: I'm not really putting one, because, obviously, I don't own anything but the idea.
Author's notes (Without giving much away): This is all Denise's fault. And, it's totally Gen...
Summary: Jack Sparrow meets an interesting character in... where else, but a tavern!
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Drink up!
By Ninjababe
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"I met with pirates that wouldn't die. They got shot, and stabbed, and blown up. They fell down... sometimes. Mostly, they just continued killin'."
With a raised eyebrow, Methos, currently known as 'Doc Adams', turned slightly on his bench and watched the table next to him from the corner of his eye. His 'quiet' evening in a Tortuga tavern (meaning he stayed in a dark corner and didn't catch the eye of any of the whores) just got a bit more interesting.
"An', why are ye still 'ere?" One of the scoundrels at the next table scoffed.
"Me?" one of the men at the table asked before taking a gulp from his mug. Waving a hand in a negligent manner, he continued, "I killed 'em."
The table, and a few others around them, burst into raucous laughter.
"You killed men that wouldn't die?" the scoffer continued. "And, who do ye think ye are, mate?"
The storyteller smirked. "I'm the cap'in of the Black Pearl."
Benches scrapped against the planks of the tavern as the pirates and whores who heard that statement backed away.
The scoffer's eyes widened and his face paled in fright. Then, when the storyteller didn't do anything but gulp his rum, he burst into raucous laughter. "Righ'. Ye be the pirate tha' is so evil, so twisted, 'Ell itself spat ye out? If that be so, I be the Gov'ner of the whole Caribbean!"
Swaying slightly in his seat, the storyteller grinned. "No," he shook his head, a moue of disgust on his face. "I'm not him."
"Then, ye ain' the Ap'tin of the Black Pearl." The scoffer replied, reaching to draw his pistol.
"I killed him." The storyteller continued, swaying back, his nose wrinkling slightly as he waved his right hand in the air. Then, he grinned widely, eyes unfocussed as if remembering a very happy moment. With a full body shake, he came back to the present and continued gulping his rum, ignoring the pistol pointed at his head. Finally, he glanced up. "Either use that or put it away. I'd prefer you didn't though. I didn't like being dead the last time."
Methos noticed that the storyteller hadn't stopped slightly swaying during the whole conversation.
"Ye want me to believe you killed a pirate who had been spat out of hell and is unkillable? Who do you think you are?" the scoffer asked, his pistol still trained at the storyteller's head.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," the storyteller replied, one hand against his breast, a serene smile on his lips, as if that explained everything. "And, he was only unkillable..." Sparrow paused and gently placed his mug on the roughly hewn table in front of him. Swayed a bit, he raised his left hand, the first finger pointed in the air. Then, leaning forward as if to tell a great secret, he continued, "Until I figured out his weakness."
By this time, the tables had thinned and it was soon only Sparrow and the scoffer at the table next to Methos. Deciding to enter the conversation, he turned fully to the other table. "And, what was that?"
Sparrow cocked his head to one side and stared at Methos, still seemingly ignoring the pistol aimed at his head. "If I told you, mate, I wouldn't have an advantage, savvy?" Suddenly, a pistol retort sounded from under Sparrow's table. The scoffer looked down, surprised at the blood seeping into his clothing. Then, looking up, his last view was Sparrow saluting him with his still smoking pistol, a mad grin on his face.
Sparrow peered over the table at the now dead pirate. "Told him to do something with that."
Methos nodded, one eyebrow raised slightly. "Mind if I join you?"
"Got a name?" Sparrow asked, picking up his mug and taking a swig. Looking forlorn, he upended the mug and peered into it. "My rum's gone," he pouted. Slamming his mug against the table, he called out, "WENCH! More rum!"
"I'm known as Doc Adams," Methos replied, stepping over the cooling body of the pirate and settling on the bench across from Sparrow.
"A doctor, eh?" the Captain of the Black Pearl asked as he reached under the table and quickly rifled through the dead pirate's body. Uncocking the loaded pistol of the dead man, he placed it in the back of his sash. "That's interesting." Squinting at Methos, he swayed around in an uneven pattern between forward, backwards, and side to side. "Of course, makes me wonder just what a doctor is doing in a place like this."
"Holiday," Methos grinned and gave the serving wench a coin for the rum she slammed down in front of the two men.
Sparrow gave a squeal of horror at the rum that sloshed out of his mug and over his hand. Quickly licking it off so as not to waste any, he turned back to Methos with raised eyebrows. When he had finished cleaning his hand, he asked, "Are you enjoying your holiday?"
Methos shrugged. "It's been... interesting."
"Be you looking for a berth anytime soon?"
"Perhaps. But, you should know. I don't like water."
Sparrow threw his head back and laughed. "A man in a pirate's safehold, not liking water."
"Do you have a big ship?"
"Tell you what, mate," Sparrow said, standing up. After swaying a bit, he stumbled, as if half drunk, around the table and pulled Methos off the bench and threw an arm around his shoulders. "We'll go down to the docks together, you can look over the Pearl, and we can reach an accord right there. Savvy?"
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And, a beautiful friendship was formed! [sniff]
I was tempted to make it Amanda, but I liked the tavern scene idea. I don't see Amanda in a tavern like that without causing a lot of death and destruction (I personally don't see her taking men trying to treat her like a cheap whore),
Do you know how hard it is to transfer Jack Sparrow to paper? I can see the movements in my head (And, Denise can see me do them as I write this), but it's driving me batty transferring it to paper!
And, yes, I do like saying "WENCH! More rum!" I've now used that line in two stories... And, I also use it in real life as much as possible... :-)
Anyway... The story below the cut is a 'flashback' to the universe.
Disclaimer: I'm not really putting one, because, obviously, I don't own anything but the idea.
Author's notes (Without giving much away): This is all Denise's fault. And, it's totally Gen...
Summary: Jack Sparrow meets an interesting character in... where else, but a tavern!
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Drink up!
By Ninjababe
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"I met with pirates that wouldn't die. They got shot, and stabbed, and blown up. They fell down... sometimes. Mostly, they just continued killin'."
With a raised eyebrow, Methos, currently known as 'Doc Adams', turned slightly on his bench and watched the table next to him from the corner of his eye. His 'quiet' evening in a Tortuga tavern (meaning he stayed in a dark corner and didn't catch the eye of any of the whores) just got a bit more interesting.
"An', why are ye still 'ere?" One of the scoundrels at the next table scoffed.
"Me?" one of the men at the table asked before taking a gulp from his mug. Waving a hand in a negligent manner, he continued, "I killed 'em."
The table, and a few others around them, burst into raucous laughter.
"You killed men that wouldn't die?" the scoffer continued. "And, who do ye think ye are, mate?"
The storyteller smirked. "I'm the cap'in of the Black Pearl."
Benches scrapped against the planks of the tavern as the pirates and whores who heard that statement backed away.
The scoffer's eyes widened and his face paled in fright. Then, when the storyteller didn't do anything but gulp his rum, he burst into raucous laughter. "Righ'. Ye be the pirate tha' is so evil, so twisted, 'Ell itself spat ye out? If that be so, I be the Gov'ner of the whole Caribbean!"
Swaying slightly in his seat, the storyteller grinned. "No," he shook his head, a moue of disgust on his face. "I'm not him."
"Then, ye ain' the Ap'tin of the Black Pearl." The scoffer replied, reaching to draw his pistol.
"I killed him." The storyteller continued, swaying back, his nose wrinkling slightly as he waved his right hand in the air. Then, he grinned widely, eyes unfocussed as if remembering a very happy moment. With a full body shake, he came back to the present and continued gulping his rum, ignoring the pistol pointed at his head. Finally, he glanced up. "Either use that or put it away. I'd prefer you didn't though. I didn't like being dead the last time."
Methos noticed that the storyteller hadn't stopped slightly swaying during the whole conversation.
"Ye want me to believe you killed a pirate who had been spat out of hell and is unkillable? Who do you think you are?" the scoffer asked, his pistol still trained at the storyteller's head.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," the storyteller replied, one hand against his breast, a serene smile on his lips, as if that explained everything. "And, he was only unkillable..." Sparrow paused and gently placed his mug on the roughly hewn table in front of him. Swayed a bit, he raised his left hand, the first finger pointed in the air. Then, leaning forward as if to tell a great secret, he continued, "Until I figured out his weakness."
By this time, the tables had thinned and it was soon only Sparrow and the scoffer at the table next to Methos. Deciding to enter the conversation, he turned fully to the other table. "And, what was that?"
Sparrow cocked his head to one side and stared at Methos, still seemingly ignoring the pistol aimed at his head. "If I told you, mate, I wouldn't have an advantage, savvy?" Suddenly, a pistol retort sounded from under Sparrow's table. The scoffer looked down, surprised at the blood seeping into his clothing. Then, looking up, his last view was Sparrow saluting him with his still smoking pistol, a mad grin on his face.
Sparrow peered over the table at the now dead pirate. "Told him to do something with that."
Methos nodded, one eyebrow raised slightly. "Mind if I join you?"
"Got a name?" Sparrow asked, picking up his mug and taking a swig. Looking forlorn, he upended the mug and peered into it. "My rum's gone," he pouted. Slamming his mug against the table, he called out, "WENCH! More rum!"
"I'm known as Doc Adams," Methos replied, stepping over the cooling body of the pirate and settling on the bench across from Sparrow.
"A doctor, eh?" the Captain of the Black Pearl asked as he reached under the table and quickly rifled through the dead pirate's body. Uncocking the loaded pistol of the dead man, he placed it in the back of his sash. "That's interesting." Squinting at Methos, he swayed around in an uneven pattern between forward, backwards, and side to side. "Of course, makes me wonder just what a doctor is doing in a place like this."
"Holiday," Methos grinned and gave the serving wench a coin for the rum she slammed down in front of the two men.
Sparrow gave a squeal of horror at the rum that sloshed out of his mug and over his hand. Quickly licking it off so as not to waste any, he turned back to Methos with raised eyebrows. When he had finished cleaning his hand, he asked, "Are you enjoying your holiday?"
Methos shrugged. "It's been... interesting."
"Be you looking for a berth anytime soon?"
"Perhaps. But, you should know. I don't like water."
Sparrow threw his head back and laughed. "A man in a pirate's safehold, not liking water."
"Do you have a big ship?"
"Tell you what, mate," Sparrow said, standing up. After swaying a bit, he stumbled, as if half drunk, around the table and pulled Methos off the bench and threw an arm around his shoulders. "We'll go down to the docks together, you can look over the Pearl, and we can reach an accord right there. Savvy?"
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And, a beautiful friendship was formed! [sniff]
I was tempted to make it Amanda, but I liked the tavern scene idea. I don't see Amanda in a tavern like that without causing a lot of death and destruction (I personally don't see her taking men trying to treat her like a cheap whore),
Do you know how hard it is to transfer Jack Sparrow to paper? I can see the movements in my head (And, Denise can see me do them as I write this), but it's driving me batty transferring it to paper!
And, yes, I do like saying "WENCH! More rum!" I've now used that line in two stories... And, I also use it in real life as much as possible... :-)