He Dreamed Of A Ship On The Sea
Sep. 19th, 2007 01:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Tortuga never changes.
Oh, it's a different blowsy whore offering to relieve him of his troubles and his last few coins, and it's a different pack of drunks shouting uproariously at each other, and a different poor sod sleeping it off in the pigpen, but nothing's really changed since the last few times Bootstrap Bill Turner was here.
Except, of course, himself.
Bill manages to put off the painted trollop, sidestep the developing brawl, and get to a corner table with his tankard mostly unspilled. He sits down, takes a drink, and hunches slightly over.
Another drink, maybe two, and then maybe he'll see if anyone in port is taking on crew.
Oh, it's a different blowsy whore offering to relieve him of his troubles and his last few coins, and it's a different pack of drunks shouting uproariously at each other, and a different poor sod sleeping it off in the pigpen, but nothing's really changed since the last few times Bootstrap Bill Turner was here.
Except, of course, himself.
Bill manages to put off the painted trollop, sidestep the developing brawl, and get to a corner table with his tankard mostly unspilled. He sits down, takes a drink, and hunches slightly over.
Another drink, maybe two, and then maybe he'll see if anyone in port is taking on crew.
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:05 am (UTC)This is Tortuga, after all.
Therefore, there's no reason to take any particular notice of the man who walks in the door, neatly sidestepping a boisterous brawl.
He settles his hat on his head and looks around the room -- and then black eyes brighten with a sudden pleased light.
"If it isn't William Turner."
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:09 am (UTC)"Jack Sparrow, as I live and breathe!"
Bill rises to his feet and reaches across the table for the other man's hand.
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:10 am (UTC)"Good to see you, mate."
He drops into a chair across from him and casts a wry glance around the room.
"Come a ways off course, we have."
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:11 am (UTC)Bill offers his tankard.
"Though I didn't look to see you here. Jack, you're not signing on as crew somewhere, are you?"
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:12 am (UTC)"'Course not," he says, sounding affronted. "Come to find me a crew, savvy?"
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:14 am (UTC)"Find a crew? But ..."
And rise, startled.
"You've gotten a new ship?"
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:16 am (UTC)After a moment and an exchange of pleasantries, she's on her way again, and Jack picks up the rum -- evidently unruffled, if not un-mussed.
"I've got me own ship," he says flatly, and black eyes are glittering with something nearly feral.
"The Black Pearl."
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-09-19 05:22 am (UTC)Much like the last ship the two of them had sailed on together, actually-- the Wicked Wench.
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:27 am (UTC)"I'd like to see her."
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:30 am (UTC)"She's not far, mate."
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Date: 2007-09-19 05:31 am (UTC)"Lead on, then."
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:13 pm (UTC)The street outside is foul with mud and filled with stench, and Jack doesn't seem to notice it at all as he picks his way down to the port and the pier there, at the end of which rests a tall black ship with black sails.
"Here we are."
There's pride in his voice, and fondness in the look he directs at the vessel.
"The Black Pearl.
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:23 pm (UTC)... stares.
It's the Wench. He would swear it's her, but for the color. No other ship ever built --
"Jack," he breathes, in awe and disbelief and delight. "Saints' blood, how did you ..."
He turns that look on Jack. "It's her, isn't it?"
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:32 pm (UTC)"Now, William-- I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
A beat.
"'Course it's her. It's me Pearl, me treasure from the sea. I'd never leave her all on her lone."
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:35 pm (UTC)"Captain Sparrow," he says, "I'd be proud to sign on with yer crew, if you'll have me."
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:39 pm (UTC)"Put her there, William. We have an accord."
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:44 pm (UTC)Two hands clasp in a gesture as old as human memory.
"Orders, sir?"
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Date: 2007-09-19 11:46 pm (UTC)"Come aboard, mate!"
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Date: 2007-09-27 09:19 am (UTC)For a moment he bars their way, then the smile turns into a welcoming grin as he steps aside and flourishes the broad-brimmed hat off his head in a parody of a courtly bow.
"Captain Sparrow, welcome back to the Pearl."
((OOC: Sorry, I just had to do it, if only for the forebodingness of the moment. ))