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A PIRATE'S LIFE INDEED Author: FireValkyrie Disclaimer: Don't own him, stole his virtue. However, I recently purchased a lovely summer-home in Tortuga where Jack and I have mad crazy orgies at the drop of a stocking, Norrington serves as my butler, Will serves as wine-taster, Elizabeth designs my clothes, and the monkey brings me margaritas. Any rights I own goes as far as your belief that I'm the queen of corsairs right beside my king, Cap'n Jack. Summary: You go to sleep after one of the most exhausting and wildest parties you've ever been to, and wake up in Jack Sparrow's bed! Naked! How did that happen? What will happen to you now? * * * * * CHAPTER 1 - In Yer Starkies
You had a long night last night. Your friend held one of the craziest parties you’d ever been too, and you hadn’t gotten home until very late. You had to sneak back in to your own house, which wasn’t easy being as how tired you were. You ended up just barely making it into your bed with only enough strength to peel your party clothes off and climb in. You stir many hours later sensing the sun intruding upon your room. You pull your blankets overhead and continue to sleep a bit more. That is, until you start to get the strangest feeling that you’re not quite in Kansas anymore, so to speak. You brush off the feeling and wrap the blankets closer to your form, trying to get comfortable. You must have slept wrong, because your mattress doesn’t quite feel as comfortable as it usually does. Either that, or you partied too hard last night. You hear footsteps from beneath the blankets and someone entering your room. You wrap the blankets even closer, suspecting your mum coming in to wake you up. She doesn’t need a shocker in the morning. You hear the door close and footsteps approaching as you slowly pop your head out of the blankets, trying to adjust your eyes to the light. "Are you my birthday present then?" Your eyes pop wide open as you hear a slurred, male voice. And then... ...you scream. "What are you screamin’ ‘bout?!" "Whoareyou?! Whaddoyouwant?!" You yell in fright. That’s when you notice that you aren’t in your room, nor your bed...or your clothes for that matter. You wrap the blankets tight about you, only to discover that they aren’t even your blankets. You look about your surroundings. Wood floors, weathered desk, salt encrusted windows. No way you could be in the cabin of a ship. "Where am I?" "So my crew didn’t put you here, then?" If you didn’t know any better, you’d say this man greatly resembles a pirate. But that’s crazy, isn’t it? Did he just come from a costume party? He has a confused expression on his nicely tanned face. He strokes his thin mustache, studying you with deep brown eyes; eyes which are wandering over your body and stop at your breasts. You immediately curse your mother’s side. Big breasts have always run in your family. "How did you get here?" he asks, more to your breasts than to you. "I-I don’t know. Where am I?" you ask meekly, trying to protect your boobs from his gaze. Did your friends play some mean joke and kidnap you, leaving you here? If it was a joke, it wasn’t very funny. "Ye don’t know where ye are?" he puts a hand to his many dred-ed hair and raises an eyebrow at you suspiciously; or at your breasts suspiciously. "Then how did ye get on me ship?" "I’m on a... a ship?" You think for a moment. "My friends must have put me here last night after the party. It... must be a joke... If you could lend me a phone, I’ll be more than happy to leave..." I’ll kill them! I really will kill them!! you think. What kind of a joke is this?! "Don’t know what a phone is luv, but ye couldn’t have gotten here just last night." "What? Why?" you ask, afraid. "We’ve been at sea for over a month. I don’t know how you could ‘ave been hidin’ here." He grins at you, then adds hopefully, "Are ye really me birthday present, or aren’t ye?" "I’m no one’s birthday present!" you yell and jump up, taking the blankets off the bed with you. Lord knows what he wants from you. You back yourself up against a wall and stand staring at the man across the room. He walks, or more like saunters, over to you. It’s then that you realize how heavily the cabin smells, or stinks, like alcohol. And the prime smell is coming from this man. He -must- be drunk. And you must have alerted him to the fact that you were naked beneath the blankets, because he’s grinning very widely, eyeing you, if possible, more avidly than before. "Then what ye be doin’ in me bed wearin’ only yer starkies?" You just glare at him as menacingly as possible, but fear is evident in your eyes. "What’s your name?" "(___)," you supply. "(___)? That’s an unusual name. Well, (___), I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, and ye be aboard me pride and joy, The Black Pearl." Thinking for a moment, he adds, rather cheekily, "...in your starkies." * * * * Anyone interested in any archiving outside of this lovely site may have the permission if they'd email me with the request and the site they're going to post it on. Thanx. * * * * * CHAPTER 2 - Outta Yer Starkies
Captain Sparrow has got one thing right, you are, indeed, nude. "Yes, I think that’s been covered." you say sarcastically. "Unlike you." He’s getting some great joy out of making sure you both know you’re naked. Damn perv. You just glare at him, trying to decide what you should do. Problem number one, you don’t know how you got here or really where on Earth, or when, as pointed out by lacking knowledge of phones, you are. Problem number two, you’re currently in the company of a man who has been non-stop propositioning you, even though he hasn’t tried to touch you yet, although he definitely wants to. And as for problem number three, as stated by this Captain before, you’re in your starkies. "Well, if you’d lend me some clothes..." you start. You feel incredibly vulnerable just standing there, naked under your blankets...under Jack’s blankets, with him so close to you, just staring...at your boobs. You just know he’s getting all sorts of ideas. "Now where’s the fun in that, luv?" "Excuse me?!" you cry. He takes a step closer to you and you back yourself into a corner. You’re breathing heavily from fear, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You’re not exactly sure how you could defend yourself if he tried something. When you’re naked, your options seem limited. He stops in his tracks and cocks his head to one side. "Calm down, now. I’m not goin’ to ‘urt you, luv." He steps from his original course and opens a chest, rummaging through it. He takes out a shirt and pants, and displays them proudly for you to see. "See? I’m a good man. These may be a bit big on you. They are mine." He holds them out to you and you snatch them from him. "If they don’t fit, you could always go naked," Jack adds with a grin, showing gold teeth. "They’re fine." You tell him through gritted teeth. "Is there anywhere I can change?" "Here’s good as any place, luv. I doubt ye’d be wantin’ to dress outside or wit’ me crew. They may not be as gentlemanly as me." You snort. "And you consider yourself a gentleman?!" He puts on a look of mock hurt. "Just turn around, Mr. Sparrow." "That’s -Captain- Sparrow!" "Well, captain whatever, just turn around!" You realize you really have no command over him. You’re aboard his ship, in his cabin, covered with his blankets, and soon to be his clothes. You just hope he’ll do it. "Not whatever, luv. I’m Captain Jack Sparrow! I-" "Okay, -Captain Jack Sparrow-," you say irritated, "Would you please turn around?!?" Jack gets a look of satisfaction on his face from making you say his name, and turns around. You hold the blanket over yourself as best you can as you try to get into the foreign clothing. The pants pull on easily, but it’s the shirt you’re worried about. You’ve got to get it over your head and all closed up properly without giving him a chance to pull something. You tuck the blanket under your arms and hold it there while maneuvering the shirt over your head. You let the blanket fall just as you’ve got the shirt past your navel. Working like some sort of signal, Jack turns around at the sound of the blanket falling. You quickly pull the shirt closed before he can glimpse anything. Gentleman my ass. you think. You catch him staring at your breasts once more. "Looking for something, -Jack-?" "Just admiring the scenery, luv," he says with a cocky grin. You turn around to finish with your shirt. "And that’s -Captain- Jack." "Well, Captain, you can let me off at the next port. I’ll have the coastguard pick me up or...something..." You suddenly come to the realization that where there are no phones, there are probably no coastguards either. "Next port is Tortuga, luv, and there be no guards there." You shake your head at his misunderstanding. "And how long ‘til we get there?" "’Bout two, three days, I’d wager." "Two or three... days?!" you stammer. That’s so long. You’ve gotta find a way back home, if that’s even possible. "Aye. So, what do ye want to do until then? It is my birthday, you know?" He gives you a wry grin and a suggestive wink. He does that a lot around you. "Not what you’re thinking, I can assure you that." He shrugs and goes behind his desk, rummaging through a cabinet of sorts mumbling about rum. You roll your eyes and pick up the blanket you dropped, returning it to the bed you’d woken up in. You want to sit down and think things through, but not on the bed. Things are just too weird and you’re a bit freaked out, and should you do so, Jack might take it as an invitation. Looking about the room and finding that the only other chair available is near Jack, or the floor, you reluctantly decide that the bed is the lesser of two evils. You sit down and put your head in your hands, and close your eyes. How did this ever happen to you? One minute you’re at home, safe in your bed, and now... "Where are we, Captain?" you ask sullenly. "Why, the Caribbean, luv." "Oh..." It figures. You’re trapped someplace, sometime, somewhere you’ve never even been before, without anyone to come and help you. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes at the feelings of helplessness running through you, but you blink them away in defiance. You hear Jack’s footsteps approaching you and wipe the tears from your eyes before he can see. "What’s wrong, luv?" A little too late. "Nothing." Regardless of what you’re currently feeling, you smile into his face. You’re not about to show weakness in front of him. You wipe your eyes clean again and cover them with your hand so you can regain your composure. "So what’s up with this ship? Is it like a pleasure cruise or something?" You feel pressure on the bed next to you, and find that Jack is sitting there, looking more than suggestive. "Ye wanna make it a pleasure cruise?" He raises his eyebrows, taking a swig of brown liquid from a dirty bottle. You get up off the bed, rolling your eyes. He’s relentless, isn’t he? "No means no, rummy." "Rum be the drink o’ the gods, luv." "Yeah, and this must be their palace. It smells like a brewery in here." "Don’ be insultin’ me cabin, luv." You’ve done what you’ve set out to do. If he’s annoyed with you, he won’t think about staring at your breasts so much. "Fine. Is there like another cabin or something I can stay in until we reach Tort-uga?" you ask. "It’s Tortuga, luv. And ye can either bunk here with me or me crew." Once again he’s got that damned look in his eye, but before you can protest, he grins and adds "And I suggest ye make berth here, as me crew-" "- aren’t as gentlemanly as you?" He smiles showing you gold teeth. "Exactly." * * * * * CHAPTER 3 - Some Friendly Bonding
You look around Jack’s cabin. Desk, chair, cabinet, bed, and countless empty bottles of rum. If you were going to be staying here, you were going to clean it the first chance you got. You kick an empty bottle of rum aside, and it rolls to rest at the back of the cabin. "You need Alcoholics Anonymous, Jack," you say. As long as you can keep his mind on other things... "I’m surprised you aren’t brain dead yet." He takes a long drink of the bottle, effectively emptying it. "Eh?" "My point exactly." You’re sitting on his desk, just sort of staring at the bed. The one, single bed in the whole cabin. The bed that Jack is currently lounging in, giving you his best ‘come hither’ look. He probably thinks you’re checking him out. "It be more comfortable over here, lass." "I’m fine over here, thanks." You pry your eyes away from your current, of many, problems and try to think of -something-, -anything- to facilitate the situation. "Ye know, luv, ye could always-" "Don’t you need to be on deck sailing the ship or doing ‘captain things’?" you blurt out. Catching both yourself and Jack by surprise, you realize you’ve brought forth a very good point. Jack scratches his chin. "Aye, yer probably right." Yeah, I’ll bet I’m right. you think. Jack gets up off the bed and stretches, knocking the empty bottle of rum over the edge. He walks over to where you’re sitting, looking you, or your breasts, over. You get up off the desk to stand before he gets any ideas. You’ve seen far too many films involving naughty situations and desks. "I do believe me crew doesn’t know about you yet...Unless this is some sort of birthday game-" "I’m not your damn present, Jack. Get that through your head already." you tanned, rum filled head. You’re really getting tired of this. "I didn’t mean ye any harm, luv," Jack tells you earnestly. He has a pensive look upon his face. As far as you know, he’s being sincere. "Sorry..." you mumble. "I didn’t mean to snap, but I don’t know how I got here, okay Jack? I don’t belong here, and I don’t know how to get home, or if I even can..." Jack furrows his brow for a moment, looking thoughtful. You settle yourself against the edge of the desk folding your arms, and allow yourself to study the intricate and many beads and baubles in Jack’s hair. Suddenly, Jack gets a big grin on his face. Oh God, what now? "I’ll introduce ye to me crew, then!" Jack cries excitedly. He must not entertain very often... well, in one sense anyway. "Ye can see me pride and joy from atop!" Before you can protest, he grabs you about the waist and drags you outside on deck. The sun is brighter out here, and the smell of the sea is overwhelming. You have to blink several times to get used to the light, and after you do, you’re able to peer his ship. The first thing that catches you by surprise, though, is not the several grungy men going about their tasks, nor the brightly colored parrot atop a crewman’s shoulder, and not even the fact that this type of ship hasn’t been around in hundreds of years. It’s the jet black sails. As long as you’ve lived, you’ve never seen sails like this. Haven’t even heard of it before. They’re darkest black, and you’d rather not admit it, but they’re rather intimidating. Subconsciously, you move closer to Jack, who grins and tightens his grip about your waist. He’s a lot stronger than you thought. "What kind of ship is this, Jack?" you ask in intimidation. He smirks at you. "Pirate, luv," he says matter-of-factly. You can feel the shock apparent on your face. "Are... are you serious?" "Oy, you swabs!" Jack yells out suddenly, making you jump. He laughs and gives your flank a pat. Everyone’s eyes are on their Captain with question, and seeing you, change their course of attention. It’s making you rather uncomfortable. You can feel several of them undressing you with their eyes, and it’s making you squirm. Great. I’m stuck on a ship with a bunch of undersexed men. Or sexually frustrated pirates... That’s just terrific. you think. "This-," he motions to you at his side, "is (___). say ‘ello, luv." "Hi," you squeak. If you got any closer to Jack, you’d either be inside his being or on his back. "(___)’ll be staying with us for a bit, so make ‘er feel at home, lads." You hear a few "aye"s and the men disperse, not without a last look at you, going about their business. You stare at Jack, speechless for a moment. A portly man with graying hair and a sort of side-burns beard approaches you. "Jack," he starts, sounding utterly serious. You start to worry. Unbeknownst to you, you snake your arms about Jack’s waist, but he just rolls his eyes and grins at you. "This be Mr. Gibbs. He doesn’t believe in me keepin’ women aboard." "It’s bad luck, is all I’m sayin’." Gibbs looks nervous, and rubs his furrowed brow. "Bad luck havin’ women aboard." "I assure you I’m very lucky to have around," you speak up. If these are really pirates, what if they get the idea to throw you overboard? You can swim just fine, but what about sharks? Or jellyfish? What kind of sea-life is in the Caribbean anyway? Gibbs acknowledges you with a ‘hmph’ and goes about his business. "He be one of the more gentlemanly men among me crew, luv. But don’t expect them all to be as friendly as me." He pats your flank once more, and chuckles. Yeah, you bet he’d like to get ‘friendly’ with you. "I think I can handle myself just fine, Jack," you scoff. "I’m sure you can, luv." He smirks down at you, the sun’s golden rays reflecting off his tanned face. "And by the way, ye can loosen yer grip." * * * * * CHAPTER 4 - What a Breathtaking View
You realize your arms are tightly about Jack’s waist, and that his are about yours. You jump out of his arms, remembering that he isn’t supposed to be touching you. You can feel your face heating up and the quickening of your pulse. You quickly turn away from him, putting your face to the breeze. You’re hoping it’ll cool you off...cool your -face- off... not you, of course not... "Knew you’d warm up to me." This causes your face to go all red once more, and you turn furiously to the wind, praying your crimson cheeks will fade. "Care to see the helm, luv?" Jack asks playfully, knowing full well he’s flustered you. "Sure, why not," you say still turned away from him. You pretend to be interested in something on the horizon as you feel the last of the flush leave your face. Jack takes your hand tightly in his and pulls you up the steps to the helm of his ship. "This be the best view o’ me whole ship, luv." He smiles proudly and gestures grandly towards the rest of his ship, removing his hold on your hand. He’s right. It is a pleasing view. Other than the uncouth crew moving mundanely about the ship, the glowing of the sun’s rays and the crystal blue of the Caribbean sea from this vantage point are rather refreshing. But the seeing the black sails reminds you of your unease, and you’re still rather anxious about Jack’s earlier words. "What do you think o’ me Pearl, then?" Jack has a smug look about him. It’s obvious how much he likes his own ship. "It’s great..." you say, looking about the deck. "Great?! That’s it? All me ship gets is ‘it’s great’?" "Well... okay, then." You think for a moment, trying your best to razz the Captain. "I think it’s a very pretty ship, Jack." "Pretty?!" "Sure. Why not?" you tell him like it’s the most normal thing in the world. He seems taken aback from such a description of his ship. He’s swaying, either from that bottle of rum he’d downed, or from exasperation from you. He looks more than slighty baffled. It’s fairly obvious that no one has called The Black Pearl ‘pretty’ before. Well, there’s always a first for everything. "Ye can’t go around callin’ The Pearl ‘pretty’," he says waving his arms about passionately. "Why not?" you ask him mockingly. You fold your arms over your shirt and try to look affronted. This light banter is rather fun, and it’s amusing to see Jack get so easily flustered by your lack of reverence for his ship. "This be the most feared ship in the Caribbean, luv," he tells you matter-of-factly. You re-cross your arms over your chest in a show of disbelief. He doesn’t take this too lightly. "Most men dread e’en the stories about ‘er!" "Well I’m not a man, now am I?" You smile triumphantly with a look that says ‘I am woman, hear me roar’. But you find that your victory is to be short lived, as your reminder that you are a woman, which comes equipped with woman parts, has Jack staring, for the hundredth time, at your breasts. And he has good reason too. You shirt is open. "GAHHH!" you shriek. You quickly turn from him and close up your shirt, tying the bottoms together. You’re not sure exactly how much he saw, but you know it was too much. Luckily for you, he hadn’t been able to see anything other than the valley between your girls. Your boobs and the placement of your arms had held the shirt on where it counted most of all. You’re trying to fix your shirt, technically Jack’s, so that it won’t fall open again of it’s own volition. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear it was under Jack’s personal control, and giving him a free peep-show wasn’t beneath him. "God, Jack! Perv, much?" you say still not facing him. You’re not satisfied that it won’t come open again at his mental wish as you try to safely tuck your girls away. You can only pray that none of the crew got an eye-full either. "Ye shouldn’t be embarrassed, luv." You can practically hear the smirk in his voice over his chuckles. "Flaunt yer goods!" "I’m not embarrassed-" "Then go topless! I assure ye I won’t mind!" "Yeah, I’ll bet you wouldn’t. And I won’t be flaunting anything for you anytime soon, I’ll tell you that!" You’ve gotten your girls safely squared away for your satisfaction but still won’t face Jack. You look out at the turquoise sea and peer over the side of the ship, leaning over the edge. You feel you can safely talk to Jack again once you’ve gotten the familiar red of embarrassment out of your cheeks. You know, by no fault of your own, that he’s got some new ideas into that rum-soaked head of his... put there by your bust. "Such a pity..." you hear Jack say. Even though you can’t see him, you can tell he’s staring at you... with a big grin on his face. * * * * * CHAPTER 5 - Where's the Rum Gone?
You sigh and lean into the breeze kicked up by the ship. The water is churning below, turning the blue silk of the ocean into whitewater breakers. You can feel Jack’s eyes boring into your back, and regardless of the serenity of the sea below, you start to squirm under his scrutiny. You try to ignore it, but when you’ve got a man who wants to bed you staring at your back, or even possibly your bum, you kind of can’t concentrate on much else. Finally, you turn around. "What, Jack?!" you say rather agitated. He is, indeed, staring at you. "Enjoying the view, luv?" Not as much as you, you think. "Sure." You wait for his trademark proposition. "Wait until sunset," he says, staring out to sea. You’re dumbfounded. "A Caribbean sunset is quite a sight." "Is it?" you say, surprised by his intentions. Maybe he’s finally gotten the hint. "Aye, it is." He smiles his golden-toothed smile and leaves you to take the helm. "Jack," you say, following him. He turns with utmost interest to your attention, swaying his arms in an absorbing fashion. It’s almost hypnotic the way he sways about. "Aye?" "Um..." You momentarily forget what you were going to say as you were...well...staring. "Where...um... What time is it?" He looks to the sun for a moment, and then back to you. "’Bout eleven, it is. You ain’t countin’ the hours you have to spend with Ol’ Jack, are ye?" he jokes. "How can you tell by just looking at the sun?" you ask, ignoring his jest. His time-telling trick has enflamed your curiousity. "The placement against the sky, luv. How can ye not know?" You shrug and tell him you don’t, like it wasn’t already obvious. You didn’t really care much anyway, but you had to say something. Then you remember your original question about your fears of what kind of ship you were on. "Jack?" "Hm?" You see one of his crewmen nearby and you get closer to him so that only he can hear you. You don’t want to show your fear in case these men really are pirates. "Were...Were you serious? About what you said before?" He looks pensive for a moment, and then stares at those which you curse your mother for. "Aye, I think ye should go topless." You slap him hard on the arm as you glare at him. "I wasn’t talking about -that-!" Jack rubs his arm as you scowl at him. He actually looks pleased for some crazy reason. For all the luck in the world, you had to be stuck on a ship with a kinky Captain. He notices you giving him a strange look. "Better than me face," he says, much to your relief. So you’re not stuck with Captain Kinky. "Next time you won’t be so lucky." "Is that a threat?" You snort. "Why Captain Sparrow? Me threaten you? Never!" With that you decide to go back under to the cabin. Personally, you’ve had enough of his lascivious looks for one morning. "Where’re ye going, luv?" he asks, cocking his head to one side. You look over your shoulder as you descend the stairs. "The cabin," you say. "Ah." He winks at you and calls to one of his crew. You roll your eyes and continue back, avoiding the licentious looks many a crewman are giving you. It hurries you on all the more. Shutting the door of the cabin, you sigh and feel relief flooding over you. Here you’re safe from prying eyes...at least for a while. You sit down cross-legged on the bed and enjoy the silence and sounds of the ship. However, the mess in the cabin you are rather not enjoying. Especially all the rum bottles strewn about the floor. For some reason unknown, you get a sudden urge to clean this rum-hole passing for a cabin. You put the bed back into order, throw away the empty bottles of rum, put the full ones strewn about the place away, and find a whole new case of the stuff under the bed, which you decide to stick in the cabinet he obviously keeps his liquor in. After you’re done, you take your original seat on the bed and admire your handiwork. The place happily bears no semblance to the cabin it once was. Ha. Let’s see what he thinks of this, you laugh inwardly. If you knew men, you knew they flip when their stuff has been messed with. You can just imagine his face. Actually, you don’t have to, because at that moment, Jack enters the room. "Knew ye couldn’t resist me charms, luv, but I had to get someone else to...steer...the..." Jack has noticed his cabin has been transformed, like something out of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. Jack has a bewildered expression on his face. "What’ve ye done?!" "It’s called cleaning, Jack." His remark about you wanting him suddenly registers in your brain, and you frown. Did he think you had meant for him to follow you here? "But what about the rum?! Where’s the rum gone?!" He’s looking about all the previous places where empty bottles had been, and he looks rather frantic. "They’re where they should be," you say superiorly. He gives you a wide-eyed, pleading expression. "They’re in your cupboard, rummy." You must admit, he’s rather cute when you’ve made him frantic. You see him lunge for his cupboard in search of his prized drink. You watch his happy expression when he finds it there... you also find your eyes staring at his butt, and you couldn’t make them pull away if your life depended on it. "I see ye’ve left me a little birthday present after all, luv," he states happily, and then grins at finding you avidly staring at his bum. You quickly grow interested in the floorboards. "I didn’t leave you any present Jack," you say feeling color entering your face. He did, after all, have a rather nice ass. "And I’m not it," you add. If you’re lucky, he’ll mistake the color in your face for anger. "Then where did these come from, eh?" He holds a bottle of rum in each hand, the same ones you had found under the bed. They’re relatively nicer than the others you had put away. "Jack, how would I get ahold of rum? I don’t even know how -I- got here." He smirks at you. "I found it under your bed." He raises his eyebrows speculatively and saunters over to the bed to sit next to you. His closeness to you is making your heart beat faster and causes your face to feel hot. He just caught you staring at his rather sexy bum, and you can only guess what he’s thinking. "I suppose me crew left it for me present then, eh?" He sits down on the bed and opens a bottle, putting it to his lips and draining a quarter of it. Your eyes are wide as you watch him. "How can you drink so much? That was more than two glasses worth!" Jack smirks smugly and opens the other bottle, putting it in your hands. "’Tis the sweet nectar of the Caribbean, luv!" You look at the bottle in your hands as he watches you expectantly. "There be nothin’ wrong with it, luv." "You’re drinking it, so it must not be good for me," you state. He’s probably got more alcohol than blood running through his veins. "Come on, luv! I be a good lad!" He takes the bottle in your hands and drains much of it, proving to you that there’s nothing wrong with it. "See? Go on, luv, take a swig." You sniff the bottle curiously. It doesn’t smell that bad, but then again, is it really a good idea? "Isn’t it a bit early to be drinking, Jack?" "It’s ne’er too early for rum!" He takes a big gulp of it and falls onto his back. You take an experimental drink and gasp as the warm liquid slighty burns your throat. "It’s hot!" "It takes a bit o’ gettin’ used to, but it’ll grow on you." You take another drink and cork the bottle as you ponder the breakfast potential of rum. You haven’t had breakfast yet, and you hope that this won’t upset your stomach. "Jack, this stuff isn’t that great." "Tell me that once you’ve finished the bottle," he smirks. You have no intention of finishing the whole bottle. That’s far too much alcohol for one person...well, maybe not for Jack. You’re not a heavy drinker, if even that, and you can already feel the affects of the rum on your system. As far as you’re concerned, it’s not really having much of an affect on Jack. He’s just laying there, taking variable swigs from the bottle, and humming something to himself. You furrow your brow at the affect the rum is having, and you decide that you should porbably get some fresh air to clear your head. You let the bottle drop out of your hand and make to get up, but end up falling over. Jack gives you an odd look and you start to crack up, laughing your head off on the floor. "You alright, (___)?" Jack asks, eyeing you. "Yeah," you laugh. You continue to sit on the floor as you and Jack just stare at one another. He takes another long drink and starts to hum again. The song he’s singing sounds strangely familiar, and then it dawns on you. "Hey! I know that song!!" |