Reason's Got Nothing to do With It (Part 2)
My Effects Please – and My Hat!
A/N: This story was originally just a fun little "snippet" that I did as a stress relief from another hard story I was working on. It still is to some extent, but I'm thinking that I will just keep going until I run out of things to say(or rather Jack and Will do :). Does anyone know how long it takes to go from Port Royal to Tortuga and from Tortuga to Isla De Muerta? I'm wondering how much time I have...
I have a reference to one of my favorite books in this next part. It should be obvious if you have read this book, keep your eyes open, and tell me what it is!
A special thanks to: Kuamasgirl556, Elfobsession2931, Mako-chan Wolf, Mecano_girl, and dailysuicide718 for reviewing my story. The more reviewers the merrier – so keep them coming! (I am trying to get more people to say "please, please, write more!" – like that's going to happen...) Seriously, if I start to get annoying, feel free to ignore me. I'll just keep chattering on to myself ...(my sister says I'm schizophrenic : ). This is just to much fun to stop now I'm started! I would *really* value some opinions though.
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"Are you even listening to a word I've been saying, mate?" Jack pulled Will's attention back to what he was saying.
"Hm, what did you say?" Will asked, absent-mindedly pulling his sword out again.
There wasn't much light to see it by, but he enjoyed the feel of the weapon in his hands none the less. The sound of the waves lapping against the side of the ship lulled his senses. He looked up at the darkness spreading out above him, millions upon millions of stars twinkled back at him. He thought about Elizabeth and wondered if she might be looking at the same scene.
"Well, it's easy to see who your thinkin' about," Jack rudely jerked him out of his reverie. Will sighed. "It's all to easy, luv."
"Even *you* must have truly loved a woman *sometime* in your life!" Will said.
Jack looked thoughtfully off into the moon-lit night and Will almost expected to get a serious reply. But by the grin on Jack's face when he looked back he knew himself to be mistaken.
"Actually, no, I haven't." Jack said smiling broadly. "And if doing so would make me do any of the stupid things your doin', luv, I suppose I should thank me lucky stars I never have been in such a state."
"You're hopeless, Captain Sparrow." Will said, in his exasperation using Jack's much desired title.
"Captain!" Jack exclaimed delightedly, ignoring the sarcasm dripping from Will's voice. "You used me title!"
"You're *extremely* desperate," Will laughed, "but whatever makes you happy, Captain."
Jack's grin split from ear to ear, he didn't care who was doing the talking, or why. Will decided to humor him:
"I'll call you the Tisroc of Tashbaan, just so long as you take me to the Black Pearl – and Elizabeth..."
"See, that's just what I mean. You're completely obsessed with swords and this bonnie lass of yours."
Will only laughed some more.
"I think I'll go get some sleep." he said, standing up and walking to the door of the captain's quarters. Jack, who didn't seem to take much notice of his doings, had started to sing some song. Probably, Will assumed, of his own invention. He opened the door and was about to go in when Jack called out to him:
"I hope you wake up with a little more sense, mate, you could make an excellent pirate. Oh, and I hope your not this grouchy in the morning – you are at least morning person, aren't you?"
"Actually, I'm a night person, you just bring the worst out in me."
"Peas in a pod, luv, peas in a pod." Jack said, motioning between the two of them with his hands.
Will entered the cabin, shaking his head and chuckling as he though about the peculiar companion he was traveling with.
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He woke up early and went back out on deck. Jack was standing in the same position and still singing as he rocked back and forth, hands on the wheel.
"Don't tell me you've been out here all night!" Will said.
"What do you expect me to be tellin' you then?" Jack asked, "That we just happen to have a stowaway, who also just happens to be a skilled captain and ,no, I haven't been out here all night I trusted this said stowaway to steer me ship?"
"You really should have woke me up." Will said, taking his seat again.
"And had you steer? I think I would have let the stowaway give me a hand first. Nothin' personal, mate."
"Still, I think that I could probably do better than a half-asleep pirate."
"I wasn't half-asleep!"
"Ok, then an *entirely* asleep pirate. I doubt even the famous Captain Jack Sparrow can steer in his sleep. Is this how you lost your last ships, crashed them in your sleep?"
"I wasn't asleep *at all*! And that's not how I lost me ships."
Will raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe one."
Will's eyebrows raised even more.
"Or two." Jack added.
"How many ships have you had?"
"Nosey, aren't ya."
"I have told you all about my life."
"Yes, but I didn't ask you to."
"Have it your way."
Will shrugged and looked up at the cloudless sky. The sun was up and pouring itself generously down upon his bare head, he squinted hard under it's relentless rays. Jack flashed him a gold toothed smile:
"You need to find yourself a hat, mate."
"Why don't you give me yours? A *Captain* like you should have a much more impressive hat than that pitiful little piece of leather you're wearing."
"No, no, not me hat!" Jack said, bewildering Will with the amount of horror on his face. The pirate actually looked terrified. "Not me hat!"
"And why not? What is so important about it?"
"It's of sentimental value."
"Of sentimental value? This I've got to hear!"
"You remember that story I told you yesterday?"
"And just how was I suppose to forget it?"
"Well, it's right after that I got me hat. We were all locked up in the hull, but the Captain said that I had done very well. The Captain was so proud of me he took the hat of his head right there and then and put it on me head, he said it was for me bravery and valor in the face of danger and almost certain death. He said that if I was ever to get out of there alive, I was to wear it proudly."
"I'm assuming it was a good deal more attractive back then..."
"It was newer if that's what you mean. But this here hat has seen me through many an adventure. It's escaped from the gallows with me, nearly drown with me, endured many storms, survived bloody Norington, and even lived to tell the tale after a mutiny or two. Now can you see what this hat means to me?"
"Not really."
"But it's almost never left me head these twelve years!"
"That is a piece of information I am very glad to have learned *before* I insisted that you give it to me. You say you nearly drowned in it?"
"The least of it's accomplishments."
"It's comforting to know that it got a good washing at least *once* in those twelve years."
"Don't tell me you have absolutely *no* tale to tell of your clothes."
"Hate to disappoint you, but..."
Will looked Jack up and down. Maybe he should just start with the bandanna and work his way down, he was sure to get a story or two out of each article of his apparel.
"What are you looking at?" Jack asked, watching Will scan him.
"Nothing." Will said looking away.
The eyeliner was *very* interesting... He wondered where all the beads and gold objects in his hair had come from. Jack had such a bizarre collage of head-wear and hair-style, and wore clothes so faded and worn that you couldn't rightly say what color they were originally. The ship rolled to one side as Jack turned the wheel to his left.
"I think I'll go get us something to eat." Will said.
"And find yourself a hat!"
My Effects Please – and My Hat!
A/N: This story was originally just a fun little "snippet" that I did as a stress relief from another hard story I was working on. It still is to some extent, but I'm thinking that I will just keep going until I run out of things to say(or rather Jack and Will do :). Does anyone know how long it takes to go from Port Royal to Tortuga and from Tortuga to Isla De Muerta? I'm wondering how much time I have...
I have a reference to one of my favorite books in this next part. It should be obvious if you have read this book, keep your eyes open, and tell me what it is!
A special thanks to: Kuamasgirl556, Elfobsession2931, Mako-chan Wolf, Mecano_girl, and dailysuicide718 for reviewing my story. The more reviewers the merrier – so keep them coming! (I am trying to get more people to say "please, please, write more!" – like that's going to happen...) Seriously, if I start to get annoying, feel free to ignore me. I'll just keep chattering on to myself ...(my sister says I'm schizophrenic : ). This is just to much fun to stop now I'm started! I would *really* value some opinions though.
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"Are you even listening to a word I've been saying, mate?" Jack pulled Will's attention back to what he was saying.
"Hm, what did you say?" Will asked, absent-mindedly pulling his sword out again.
There wasn't much light to see it by, but he enjoyed the feel of the weapon in his hands none the less. The sound of the waves lapping against the side of the ship lulled his senses. He looked up at the darkness spreading out above him, millions upon millions of stars twinkled back at him. He thought about Elizabeth and wondered if she might be looking at the same scene.
"Well, it's easy to see who your thinkin' about," Jack rudely jerked him out of his reverie. Will sighed. "It's all to easy, luv."
"Even *you* must have truly loved a woman *sometime* in your life!" Will said.
Jack looked thoughtfully off into the moon-lit night and Will almost expected to get a serious reply. But by the grin on Jack's face when he looked back he knew himself to be mistaken.
"Actually, no, I haven't." Jack said smiling broadly. "And if doing so would make me do any of the stupid things your doin', luv, I suppose I should thank me lucky stars I never have been in such a state."
"You're hopeless, Captain Sparrow." Will said, in his exasperation using Jack's much desired title.
"Captain!" Jack exclaimed delightedly, ignoring the sarcasm dripping from Will's voice. "You used me title!"
"You're *extremely* desperate," Will laughed, "but whatever makes you happy, Captain."
Jack's grin split from ear to ear, he didn't care who was doing the talking, or why. Will decided to humor him:
"I'll call you the Tisroc of Tashbaan, just so long as you take me to the Black Pearl – and Elizabeth..."
"See, that's just what I mean. You're completely obsessed with swords and this bonnie lass of yours."
Will only laughed some more.
"I think I'll go get some sleep." he said, standing up and walking to the door of the captain's quarters. Jack, who didn't seem to take much notice of his doings, had started to sing some song. Probably, Will assumed, of his own invention. He opened the door and was about to go in when Jack called out to him:
"I hope you wake up with a little more sense, mate, you could make an excellent pirate. Oh, and I hope your not this grouchy in the morning – you are at least morning person, aren't you?"
"Actually, I'm a night person, you just bring the worst out in me."
"Peas in a pod, luv, peas in a pod." Jack said, motioning between the two of them with his hands.
Will entered the cabin, shaking his head and chuckling as he though about the peculiar companion he was traveling with.
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He woke up early and went back out on deck. Jack was standing in the same position and still singing as he rocked back and forth, hands on the wheel.
"Don't tell me you've been out here all night!" Will said.
"What do you expect me to be tellin' you then?" Jack asked, "That we just happen to have a stowaway, who also just happens to be a skilled captain and ,no, I haven't been out here all night I trusted this said stowaway to steer me ship?"
"You really should have woke me up." Will said, taking his seat again.
"And had you steer? I think I would have let the stowaway give me a hand first. Nothin' personal, mate."
"Still, I think that I could probably do better than a half-asleep pirate."
"I wasn't half-asleep!"
"Ok, then an *entirely* asleep pirate. I doubt even the famous Captain Jack Sparrow can steer in his sleep. Is this how you lost your last ships, crashed them in your sleep?"
"I wasn't asleep *at all*! And that's not how I lost me ships."
Will raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe one."
Will's eyebrows raised even more.
"Or two." Jack added.
"How many ships have you had?"
"Nosey, aren't ya."
"I have told you all about my life."
"Yes, but I didn't ask you to."
"Have it your way."
Will shrugged and looked up at the cloudless sky. The sun was up and pouring itself generously down upon his bare head, he squinted hard under it's relentless rays. Jack flashed him a gold toothed smile:
"You need to find yourself a hat, mate."
"Why don't you give me yours? A *Captain* like you should have a much more impressive hat than that pitiful little piece of leather you're wearing."
"No, no, not me hat!" Jack said, bewildering Will with the amount of horror on his face. The pirate actually looked terrified. "Not me hat!"
"And why not? What is so important about it?"
"It's of sentimental value."
"Of sentimental value? This I've got to hear!"
"You remember that story I told you yesterday?"
"And just how was I suppose to forget it?"
"Well, it's right after that I got me hat. We were all locked up in the hull, but the Captain said that I had done very well. The Captain was so proud of me he took the hat of his head right there and then and put it on me head, he said it was for me bravery and valor in the face of danger and almost certain death. He said that if I was ever to get out of there alive, I was to wear it proudly."
"I'm assuming it was a good deal more attractive back then..."
"It was newer if that's what you mean. But this here hat has seen me through many an adventure. It's escaped from the gallows with me, nearly drown with me, endured many storms, survived bloody Norington, and even lived to tell the tale after a mutiny or two. Now can you see what this hat means to me?"
"Not really."
"But it's almost never left me head these twelve years!"
"That is a piece of information I am very glad to have learned *before* I insisted that you give it to me. You say you nearly drowned in it?"
"The least of it's accomplishments."
"It's comforting to know that it got a good washing at least *once* in those twelve years."
"Don't tell me you have absolutely *no* tale to tell of your clothes."
"Hate to disappoint you, but..."
Will looked Jack up and down. Maybe he should just start with the bandanna and work his way down, he was sure to get a story or two out of each article of his apparel.
"What are you looking at?" Jack asked, watching Will scan him.
"Nothing." Will said looking away.
The eyeliner was *very* interesting... He wondered where all the beads and gold objects in his hair had come from. Jack had such a bizarre collage of head-wear and hair-style, and wore clothes so faded and worn that you couldn't rightly say what color they were originally. The ship rolled to one side as Jack turned the wheel to his left.
"I think I'll go get us something to eat." Will said.
"And find yourself a hat!"