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| A King, A Captain, and A Drunken Sailor; AWE deleted scene. Night before the war. | |
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| Topic Started: 8 Jan 2009, 04:27 AM (623 Views) | |
| Old Gibbs | 8 Jan 2009, 04:27 AM Post #1 |
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(( A Sailor's Shanty  ))"What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? What shall we do with a drunken sailor? Early in the morning?" Gibbs sang as he staggered up the gangplank of the Pearl with a bottle of rum in his hand and a song in his soul. Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Way-hay, up she rises Early in the morning The chorus echoed back to him from various locations around the docks. This was Shipwreck Island, afterall, and there wasn't a man within earshot who hadn't hauled a line or two to that familiar little shanty. Gibbs raised his bottle of rum and gave cheers to his fellow sailors. "Aye! A good ev'nin' to y' all!" he shouted and continued on deck. Gibbs had wanted to visit the legendary Shipwreck Island since he was booted from the Navy. It's a pirate's paradise, he was told. Well, maybe paradise was a bit far-fetched, but it certainly had everything a pirate could want for a good time. The music was lively, the rum was free-flowing, and the ladies were real friendly. He wouldn't have returned to the Pearl until they were ready to shove off except, as friendly as the ladies were, they weren't free. He had already spent all the coin he had on him buying rum. Now, he needed to see about taking a little bit of an advance on his share of the crew's spoils. Jack probably had no idea how much was left in the coffers so would never notice a few missing coins. And if he did, Gibbs would just say he had borrowed it. "Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the long boat 'til he's sober Put him in the...long..boat.... Cripes." There was light coming from Jack's cabin, meaning that he was probably in there. How was Gibbs supposed to get to the coffers now? And what on earth was Jack doing stuck aboard the Pearl when there was so much to do and see onshore (or onship, as was the case with this little geographical curiosity). Without regard for what Jack was doing in there or who he might have been with, he pounded on the cabin door. "Jack! Jack! What in the name o' mother 'n child are y' doin' in there? Come on out here an' join the devilry!" |
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| Elizabeth | 9 Jan 2009, 09:03 PM Post #2 |
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Elizabeth wandered along the planks that served as one of the streets of Shipwreck Island, unable to fully take in the sights around her. Before she had left the Empress, she told Tai Huang that he was in charge of the crew until further notice, presumably so she could take in the sights. Despite the amazing city before her, though, Elizabeth was very preoccupied with the many events in the past few days. The tumult and revelry around her registered enough for her to think wryly that there was more debauchery here than even Tortuga, which was saying a lot. But she was soon back to her worries. First, there was Will. Although she was still angry with him for betraying everyone onboard the Pearl, she was worried about him, especially now that she'd arrived here to find him missing. She was also heartsick about what she had discovered about his father, although she did feel he had a right to know. Then there were the rapidfire events that had followed. Becoming captain of the Empress, James' tragic death, arriving at the meeting of the Brethren Court, seeing the actual Pirate Code, becoming a Pirate King. It was almost surreal, and Elizabeth didn't feel like she had properly processed it all. However, she wasn't quite sure she wanted to, as some of it was rather painful. Hearing singing, Elizabeth looked up to find that she had made her way back down to the docks and was just passing the Black Pearl. She stopped, considering. Perhaps what she needed to take her mind off the past few days was some familiar company. And it couldn't hurt to plan some strategies for the next day, since she wasn't sure exactly what to expect. Making up her mind, she strode swiftly up the gangplank. The deck was mostly deserted, and Elizabeth figured that most of the crew was out celebrating. However, she spotted Gibbs making his way back toward the captain's cabin. It was he she had heard singing just now. Following close behind him, she remarked, "You seem awfully chipper this evening, Mr. Gibbs." |
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| Jack | 12 Jan 2009, 08:10 PM Post #3 |
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The atmosphere in Shipwreck Cove was the same as ever - more exuberant, if anything. Jack's plan (such as it was) had worked; the pirates would be sailing out tomorrow. He supposed he should be glad. In a way, he was. Yet, after his brief meeting with his father (disturbing enough in itself) he found himself retreating to his cabin, more worried than he'd like, and considering all the new options Her Nibs' plan left him with. The bottle of rum he had dug up was soon becoming empty, but his mind was still full. There were plenty of things far too open, even ignoring all the family issues he was unsuccessfully trying to forget again. His hand went to the new decoration hanging from his belt, and he had to make a conscious decision to withdraw it. His life - his immortality, even - was at stake here! The rest would have to wait. Jack could get to all those matters when hell froze over, or the Locker began to bloom - something to that effect. The important facts were the following. Jack had made a deal with Beckett that he would get the pirates to leave Shipwreck Cove, and he had succeeded. Whether he would actually get the freedom Beckett had promised him, however, was another matter entirely. After all, Beckett still had a bone to pick with Jack, and the man was not prone to keeping his word under the best of circumstances. (Whether that had anything to with Jack and their shared history was another one of those questions best left ignored for now, and preferably forever.) Then there was the master plan to stab Davy Jones' heart, regardless of whether or not Beckett would come through; even in the unlikely event that Beckett would grant Jack his freedom, what good was 'freedom' with the constant threat of death hanging over your head? Jack would have to find the heart and stab it. The rest of the process, he hoped, would follow automatically. A loud pounding at the door made Jack look up from his bottle, full of irritation at the interruption. "Jack! Jack! What in the name o' mother 'n child are y' doin' in there? Come on out here an' join the devilry!" "Go away!" Jack shouted. He had things to take care of, and a drunk Gibbs (with Gibbs interrupting the way he had, Jack had little doubt he'd been drinking) was only fun if you could be drunk and carefree together. Jack was all for the former, but the latter might be out of reach for a while, and he didn't need anyone to rub that in. He was quite content to keep planning and drinking, and see which would stop first. But then Jack heard another voice, not loud enough to make out what was said, but clear enough to know who it was. What was Elizabeth doing here, he wondered? Perhaps she needed some advice? Some consolation at the disappearance (once again) of her fiancé? There were less interesting possibilities as well, of course, but be those as they may, Jack was curious enough to grant Her Majesty an audience. After a quick glance at the bottle, Jack put the cork back on and shoved it into a drawer. He hurried to the door, not quite tripping over his own feet, and opened it with studied nonchalance. Fortunately, his visitors hadn't left yet. "Captain Swann," Jack said casually, letting the ridiculousness of the title speak for itself. "To what do we owe the honour?" Stepping out of the doorway, he waved an arm inside, inviting her in. |
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| Old Gibbs | 18 Jan 2009, 05:56 PM Post #4 |
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"Go away!" "You seem awfully chipper this evening, Mr. Gibbs." "Elizabeth?" Gibbs leaned his ear closer to the door and listened. He hadn't expected her to be in there with Jack, not with all the unsuccessful attempts he had made in the past to make that happen. But it looked like the rascal finally did it. Gibbs laughed to himself at the thought and turned to leave, only to find Elizabeth standing right behind him. He jumped, and for a moment, was genuinely confused. "How did y'...?" he pointed to the cabin door, then figured it out. Hopefully, Elizabeth would never know what he was thinking. He put his hand down, turned to her and smiled. "If it ain't Her Majesty," he said. "How's our Pirate King this evening?" He really was proud of her. He remembered back to their crossing from England, the inquisitive little lass who loved to listen to his pirate stories when her father wasn't around. Now here she was, the Pirate King. He couldn't help but to feel he played a role in that, and it was almost as good as watching his own child's success. He looked back at Jack's cabin. Almost. In spite of Jack's objection to Gibbs being there, he opened the door evenutally. "Captain Swann," Jack said casually, letting the ridiculousness of the title speak for itself. "To what do we owe the honour?" Stepping out of the doorway, he waved an arm inside, inviting her in. Forgetting his manners, nor realizing that he wasn't the one being addressed (there had been a lot of rum, afterall) Gibbs entered first. "Whatcha doin' in here, Jack? All the fun's out there," he asked as he walked through the door. |
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| Elizabeth | 14 Feb 2009, 06:50 PM Post #5 |
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((I am so sorry. I have been busy, yes, but I thought I responded to this a long time ago! Sorry to hold everyone up.)) "Elizabeth?" Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond, then frowned, confused, as Mr. Gibbs leaned in and listened at the door of Jack's cabin rather than turning around to greet her. Either he thought she was already with Jack or he was very drunk and confused. Or all three. She watched, bemused now, as he turned around with a laugh and then jumped at the sight of her. She gave him a small smile and said, "Good evening, Mr. Gibbs." "If it ain't Her Majesty. How's our Pirate King this evening?" Elizabeth grinned at hearing the title. It was strange to hear Mr. Gibbs of all people referring to her as a pirate. On the crossing from England, despite his superstitious nature, Gibbs had always been good for a pirate story when she had nothing to do. And she would readily admit to anyone that she still enjoyed his stories now as much as she had as a 12 year old. The moment of amusement aside, however, she recalled the reality of what being Pirate King entailed, and she sighed a little as she responded, "Well enough. I have a lot on my mind, as you can imagine." Just then, Jack called out from his cabin. "Captain Swann. To what do we owe the honour?" Elizabeth started forward, then paused as Gibbs made his way into the cabin ahead of her. Shaking her head slightly in amusement, she approached Jack. She knew he didn't think very much of her being a captain. She had to admit it was rather a twist of fate that it had happened more than her own merit, but she was a captain nonetheless. With a smirk, she replied, "Good evening, Captain Sparrow. Just making the rounds, checking on my fellow Pirate Lords." A little rubbing in couldn't hurt. She stepped into the cabin and took a look around. Just as disorderly as she remembered it, but Jack always seemed at home there. Turning to face him, she remarked, "I'm glad to see the Pearl is in one piece. Last I saw, it was overrun with Chinese pirates and in the sights of the Endeavour. I see your ability to engineer a miraculous escape hasn't diminished." She glanced around for a place to sit down, but none was immediately evident. |
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| Jack | 21 Feb 2009, 09:09 PM Post #6 |
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Yes, Gibbs was drunk. If there had been any doubt, his demeanor now proved it. Barging in ahead of Elizabeth... For shame. Not that Jack cared about etiquette, but it was Liz he had wanted in his cabin, not Gibbs. Jack's annoyance was quickly hidden - wouldn't do to let Elizabeth see it when he had no intention of even trying to send Gibbs away - and dissipated soon after. Gibbs' presence wouldn't matter much, after all. Jack didn't have anything like that in mind - not now, with eternal damnation haunting the corners of his mind, and petty irritation at a poor little rich girl becoming a captain and then Pirate King, even if the latter was entirely of his own doing. Jack glanced at the poor little rich girl in question, his eyes promising a world of evil if she said anything about Jack allowing his first mate to act like this. No, he didn't have anything like that in mind at all. Not that he would stop it if it happened to... happen. A man had to have his principles. "Whatcha doin' in here, Jack? All the fun's out there." "That explains why you're here," mumbled Jack. His thoughts drifted to the bottle in the drawer, and how much more forgiving he would feel if he'd finished it - for his own benefit, of course. He hated feeling annoyed almost as much as he hated being annoyed. Not that he could stay mad at Gibbs for long, with or without rum. He simply preferred to pass the time with. "Good evening, Captain Sparrow. Just making the rounds, checking on my fellow Pirate Lords." Jack smiled a cold smile at Elizabeth. "I'm glad you're taking your new responsibilities so seriously." "I'm glad to see the Pearl is in one piece. Last I saw, it was overrun with Chinese pirates and in the sights of the Endeavour. I see your ability to engineer a miraculous escape hasn't diminished." Elizabeth looked around, seemingly searching for something. Jack meanwhile made his way to his chair, and only upon reaching it realised that that might be what Her Majesty was looking for. Well, her throne, if she had one, was elsewhere; she didn't rule aboard the Pearl, as far as Jack was concerned. Not unless he decided to play along and let her. Turning around the chair, which was half hidden under a Persian rug tossed over its back, he sat down, slouching a little and elaborately making himself comfortable. "Some things never change, love." This time his grin showed actual amusement, not least because her words flattered him, no matter how determined he was to dislike her for having everything handed to her on a silver platter - and still rejecting him at every opportunity. That thought sobered him a little, and he put his boots on his desk just to have something other than Elizabeth to look at for the nonce. "What are your plans for tomorrow then? Sail out there until we run into Beckett, then attempt to blow each other out of the water like civilized people, and hope we will come out triumphant?" |
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| Old Gibbs | 8 Mar 2009, 05:55 AM Post #7 |
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"That explains why you're here." "It does?" Gibbs asked, genuinely confused by how that worked. But his confusion was short lived as his attention turned to a more pressing matter. Rum. He knew Jack kept some in his cabin, and right now, that was what he wanted. His eyes surveyed the room looking for a stray bottle that might be sitting around somewhere. Nevermind that he already had plenty. There was always room for more. He found a bottle that appeared to have fallen and rolled behind a small table, but when he picked it up, it was empty. Gibbs moaned and dropped it back on the floor. Meanwhile, he was nearly oblivious to the captains' bantering until Jack said something about the battle. "What are your plans for tomorrow then? Sail out there until we run into Beckett, then attempt to blow each other out of the water like civilized people, and hope we will come out triumphant?" Gibbs turned back to the capatains and leaned against the table. A wicked smile spread across his face as he said, "Give ol' Beckett a run fer his money, that's fer sure. What's he got, two ships against our nine? It's a losin' battle t' be sure." Then he thought about it a little more. "Course, one o' them ships is crewed by the dead. Kind o' hard t' kill an enemy who's already dead. But we've done it b'fore." He shrugged as he opened his flask for a drink, only to be reminded that it was empty. "Jack, y' got anymore rum?" |
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| Elizabeth | 3 May 2009, 04:16 AM Post #8 |
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Elizabeth smirked a bit at the annoyed look on Jack's face when she mentioned the other Pirate Lords. It wasn't her fault that she was the only person around when Sao Feng needed to pass on his piece of eight. Anyway, she had a decent knowledge of the workings of a ship, and she was good with strategy, so she didn't think it was all that terrible. Although this first week as Pirate Lord was turning out to be less than ideal. "Some things never change, love." Seeing Jack was not going to offer her a seat, Elizabeth looked around and spotted a sea chest with a pile of empty rum bottles on top. With a quirk of her eyebrow, she remarked dryly, "Indeed, some things don't change at all." She shoved the empty rum bottles to the floor of the cabin and sat down on the lid of the chest. "What are your plans for tomorrow then? Sail out there until we run into Beckett, then attempt to blow each other out of the water like civilized people, and hope we will come out triumphant?" "Something like that," Elizabeth started to respond, but Gibbs turned around and jumped in, suddenly more interested in the conversation than the empty rum bottles he was examining. "Give ol' Beckett a run fer his money, that's fer sure. What's he got, two ships against our nine? It's a losin' battle t' be sure. Course, one o' them ships is crewed by the dead. Kind o' hard t' kill an enemy who's already dead. But we've done it b'fore." Elizabeth's heart sank with every observation Gibbs made. What was she going to do? She had thought about the next day, for sure, but she hadn't come up with a concrete plan yet. Trying to sound more confident than she felt, she said, "Well, I've considered a few different ideas, but each has its merits and drawbacks. And having immortal enemies does complicate things a bit." As she considered her different plans again, a question that had been bothering her all evening again came to mind. Not one to beat around the bush, she looked questioningly at Jack and asked, "Jack, why did you vote for me as Pirate King?" She knew Jack never did anything without a reason, but with all her inner turmoil, she had been too distracted to figure it out. Besides, one could never truly understand the workings of Jack's mind. |
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| Jack | 4 May 2009, 04:25 PM Post #9 |
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Two ships, Gibbs said? Perhaps there were two, and perhaps there were more. Certainly the East India Company had a considerably larger number of ships that could be summoned - yet another reason why Jack would rather not wait around. If his conversation with Beckett had told him anything, it was that Beckett would be prepared for a full scale attack. Whether he meant to rely entirely on the Dutchman for that or not, he was no fool (comparatively speaking), and the pirates would not be able to overwhelm him quite as easily as Gibbs had suggested. "Well, I've considered a few different ideas, but each has its merits and drawbacks. And having immortal enemies does complicate things a bit." In other words, she hadn't a clue. To be fair, neither did Jack - but then, he had the excuse of not being in command of that motley assortment of buccaneers, the Brethren Court. And what a relief that was! Nodding a bit at Elizabeth's words, Jack experienced a sudden craving for rum, and his eyes wandered to the drawer where he'd put his bottle. "Jack, y' got anymore rum?" Bloody -... Was that man a mind reader now? "No!" Jack said, a little too vehemently. When in trouble, a man had to protect his own. All right, so Jack didn't have a house or a family or any of those other oh-so-darling things men longed to possess - but he had rum, and he was bloody well keeping it for himself. "Jack, why did you vote for me as Pirate King?" Elizabeth's naivety was almost endearing. How she had survived this long was one of life's biggest mysteries, nevermind how she'd managed to kill Jack. Well, that part of it, perhaps, was not so difficult to understand. Controlling urges of any kind was not Jack's hobby - but it still rankled that she'd essentially outwitted him. In a way - in several ways - he had let her kill him, willingly, but then, he hadn't fully realised what sort of afterlife lay waiting for him. If one looked at the matter logically, he was really blaming her for his own ignorance at the time. Which was all the more reason not to look at things logically. Jack's eyebrows shot up. "You'd rather I'd have voted for Barbossa?" He shook his head a little, staring at his boots as he considered his words. "If I'd have voted for myself like all those mangy sea dogs - er... present company excepted, of course - then we'd have stayed here indefinitely, with Beckett lurking just outside the Cove, effectively keeping us imprisoned until we'd all kill each other, or starve and offer ourselves up in desperation. We needed a king to avoid that. Might as well be you." Looking at Elizabeth again, he sulked a bit, painting a picture of reluctant acceptance, and perhaps even grudging respect. The latter, at least, was a seriously inflated rendition of his opinion, but he might need Liz for his plans. Incurring her wrath, therefore, was not on his to-do list. Hence why, though he had told her as close to the truth as he was wont to go, the small print - how he had needed to get out there and aboard the Dutchman for his own purposes, which required a king to make war and parlay - remained hidden. |
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| Old Gibbs | 8 May 2009, 04:25 AM Post #10 |
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Gibbs jumped back slightly as Jack snapped his answer concerning the rum, then he turned away with subtle indignation. The man had rum around there somewhere. Jack always had rum, and Gibbs was going to find it. He spied Jack's liquor cabinet not far from where they were gathered and he slowly inched his way in that direction. No doubt, if he had approached it normally, Jack would have stopped him dead in his tracks long before he reached it. But instead, Gibbs made a couple of stops along the way, inspecting this and noticing that. Meanwhile, the captains discussed war strategies, such as they were, and politics. It was a smart thing Jack had done by making Elizabeth king, but Gibbs wasn't surprised. Jack always had a plan up his sleeve, and this evening had been no exception. We needed a king to avoid that. Might as well be you." "Who else would it've been?" Gibbs said as he picked up a book on his way to the liquor cabinet and began thumbing through it. "She's the only one o' them tha' had any sense. The rest were all cowards, yellow t' the core." He turned away from the captains and pretended to be reading the book while he moseyed his way toward the cabinet. With the book in his face, he didn't notice a hanging lantern in his path until he struck his head hard against its corner. "Confound it!! By th' horns o' Nick!" he shouted as he dropped the book and rubbed his brow. |
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| Elizabeth | 14 Jun 2009, 05:54 PM Post #11 |
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Neither Jack nor Gibbs was making Elizabeth feel any more confident about the impending war. She had hoped to be able to get some ideas out of them, but they seemed more than content to leave all of that up to her. While she hated to admit her uncertainty, many lives hung in the balance, so her pride would just have to be bruised a bit. Hoping to sound casual, Elizabeth asked, "Jack, you've dealt with Beckett in the past. What do you think we should expect from him?" "You'd rather I'd have voted for Barbossa?" Elizabeth's eyebrows shot up at that, and she almost laughed out loud. Of all the people in that room, she was fairly certain that Barbossa would have been last on his list for Pirate King candidates. She accepted his further explanation by saying archly, "Well... thank you, Jack. I suppose I should take that as a compliment." However, inwardly her mind was still working it over. No, Jack definitely had some sort of plan. One that he wasn't willing to share. She would have to keep this in mind, although she didn't have a clue what it was, as of yet. "Who else would it've been? She's the only one o' them tha' had any sense. The rest were all cowards, yellow t' the core." This truly was a compliment, and Elizabeth couldn't help blushing a little. "Thank you, Mr. Gibbs," she responded with a smile. "That means a lot, coming from someone of your experience." As Gibbs cursed as he ran into the lantern, Elizabeth felt the mood lighten a little. As important as planning tomorrow was, she needed to take her mind off of all this turmoil she'd been experiencing over the past several days. After all, wasn't that part of the reason she had come to the Pearl? Wanting to change the subject, Elizabeth looked around at the disheveled state of the cabin, including all the damage sustained from recent battles, and said, "Jack, the Pearl is looking a bit worse for the wear. Maybe after this is all over, a little remodeling would be in order." |
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| Jack | 28 Jun 2009, 08:12 PM Post #12 |
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"Jack, you've dealt with Beckett in the past. What do you think we should expect from him?" Now there was a question one didn't care to consider the answer to. "Everything," Jack said, uncharacteristically terse in an even more uncharacteristic moment of honesty. The moment he heard himself say it, the possibilities of his statement presented themselves to him, almost like a book opening; this was just what he had needed to sow a seed or two that he might pick the fruits of later. He wanted to get aboard the Dutchman, after all. Should he get the opportunity to go aboard, the last thing he needed was for Queenie here to protest. "We need to keep an eye on him as much as possible. There are no limits to what His Lordship will do, and whatever he does, he likes to do as violently as possible, with maximum pain for whoever's on the receiving end of his wrath." Perhaps this characterisation was not technically accurate, but Jack had experienced Beckett that way, and it was not an easy thing to forget. His brand itched under his sleeve, and he stared at Elizabeth, ignoring the itch until it went away. Well, if what Will had told him was right, Elizabeth had experienced a small taste of Beckett's hospitality herself; perhaps she wouldn't need much convincing in that department. She seemed relatively unharmed, though. Some people really did get everything handed to them on a silver platter. Which wasn't to say that Jack was jealous - and he wouldn't have felt better if Elizabeth had been hurt - but it made him wonder just what he had done wrong, and that was never a pleasant experience. Captain Jack Sparrow never did anything wrong. "Who else would it've been? She's the only one o' them tha' had any sense. The rest were all cowards, yellow t' the core." Where did Gibbs come up with this nonsense? Jack would have said the same in his place, of course - but he'd have been lying. Gibbs, drunk or not, was telling what he currently believed to be the truth, and that was wrong on so many levels. First of all, he shouldn't be backing anyone but his own captain. Secondly, he bloody well shouldn't be ingratiating himself to Elizabeth when Jack, by virtue of his captaincy, clearly had first dibs. She was falling for it too, of course. Thankfully Gibbs soon provided Jack with the perfect opportunity for vengeance as he crashed into a lantern. Glancing from lantern to fallen book, Jack gave Gibbs a mock serious look. "That's coming out of your share." "Jack, the Pearl is looking a bit worse for the wear. Maybe after this is all over, a little remodeling would be in order." Jack frowned, giving Elizabeth a cold look. It was one thing to try to insult him, but to insult the Pearl was simply not done. Neither, for that matter, was ordering him around on his own ship. "Really? I quite like her this way. Bit of fresh air... The comfortable chaos of a place well lived in... A fine crew for company..." Jack glanced at Gibbs, and his displayed enthusiasm faltered. Well... most of the above, anyway. ((Aw, he loves Gibbs, really.)) |
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| Old Gibbs | 10 Jul 2009, 05:02 AM Post #13 |
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((almost like a bit of sibling rivalry, I'd say)) "That's coming out of your share." Gibbs forgot for the moment that there weren't presently any shares to take it out of. It had been a good while since they had done any true pirating and what little funds existed were being spent on their current, more consequential venture. But the mere suggestion that he might lose some of his money was enough to get his attention, and he quickly steadied the still swinging lamp and picked the book up from the floor. He straightened its pages, dusted its cover and set it on a table with a gentle pat to show that he meant no harm to it. "Maybe after this is all over, a little remodeling would be in order." "Really? I quite like her this way. Bit of fresh air... The comfortable chaos of a place well lived in... A fine crew for company..." "Oh, I don't know, Jack. It might not hurt t' clean up the place a bit." He noticed another rum bottle peeking out from under a pile of rags or clothes, he couldn't tell which, and quickly moved over there to investigate. When he pulled it out, he found it empty. "This way, you'd always know where yer rum was," he bemoaned and tossed the bottle over his shoulder, paying no attention to where it landed. "B'sides, Ragetti was tellin' me th' other day dark wood was becomin' passé. He thinks a little paint might do the place some good." He had laughed out loud when Ragetti made the suggestion, knowing good and well Jack would never go for such a thing. But now that it was being suggested by the Pirate King herself, well, he was warming up the the idea a little. He smiled and gave her a little nod to let her know he was in agreement with her. |
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