Pre-Game Stuff

[ways_diamond]

There's a moment, before the game begins, when a baseball diamond may just be one of the most beautiful things on Earth . . . even if it's not, technically speaking, on any version of Earth.

In that moment, the grass is a lush and perfect checkerboard and chalk gleams in not-yet-smudged baselines and foul linesCastiel has built up a pitcher's

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[pirate_jack]

"Thanks, luv."

He takes the microphone from Meg and holds it loosely in one hand as he gives the crowd another broad grin.

"Happens as this here day's a special and most particularly auspiciously lucky day for as to be having a game what involves a great deal of luck, savvy? Therefore and as a result, ergo ipso facto quod erat demonstrandum, we'll be singing a much more special version of the baseball song, what goes like this..."

Jack clears his throat, takes a deep breath, and then belts out,

"Take me out to the ball game,
Take me out with the crowd!
Buy me some peanuts and rum to drink,
I don't care what anyone thinks!

For it's yo, ho, yo, ho, a pirate's life for me!"

By this point, Jack's making wild gestures with both arms at the crowd, encouraging everyone to join in and sing along.

"We're all rascals and scoundrels, we're villains and knaves.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!
Here we're devils and black sheep, we're really bad eggs.
Drink up me hearties, yo ho!

And then root, root, root for the home team,
If they don't win, it's a shame.
For it's one yo-ho, two yo-ho, three strikes, yo-ho,
At the old ball game!"

[ever_noteful]

. . . yep. Whole new levels of no idea what she was getting into, when she asked him to do this.

After a just slightly too long pause . . .

"Thank you, Captain Sparrow, for that . . . unique and very memorable rendition of 'Take Me Out to the Pirate Ball Game.'"

[pirate_jack]

Gold glints from a tooth as he grins.

"Any time, lass."

Jack's eyeing some of the more stunned-looking people in the crowd. Shaking his head in mournful disappointment, he hands the microphone back to Meg and bends close to confide in a low voice,

"But next time, take old Jack's advice and hand the rum round to everyone first, savvy?"

Even though it's said under his breath, the microphone picks it up loud and clear.

Oops.

[ever_noteful]

"Thank you," Meg repeats, with determined cheer.

And, as Jack heads off the field, she moves on to the next pre-game ceremony.