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Post by barbossaforever77 on Aug 30, 2011 13:55:57 GMT
"Why's the rum...always gone?" Jack sighed to himself as he tipped up an empty bottle of his favourite liquor. He stood up and almost fell back as he wobbled on his feet. "Oh, that's why." he went out and up onto deck, his brown eyes darkened in fury. "Mr. Gibbs!"
"Aye Cap'n?" the middle aged stout man replied.
"Why is that ol' sea dog formally known as Hector Barbossa steering my ship?!" Jack growled pointing to the old captain who was in control of the wheel
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Post by Laota on Aug 30, 2011 21:55:01 GMT
Barbossa had been standing at the helm, absorbed in some personal deliberations when Jack appeared and started crying bloody murder.
Snapping out of his reverie, Barbossa smiled down from the bridge and called out to Gibbs, "Do I have to remind, Mister Gibbs, all transient boarders best hold fast 'till they're spoken to. If ye can't keep yer guests out of site, ye can't have guests at all." He returned his attention to the sea, pointedly not giving Jack so much as a passing glance.
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Post by barbossaforever77 on Aug 30, 2011 22:16:25 GMT
"That be fightin talk Hector." Jack grinned walking over and placing a hand on the wheel. "Why not go make ye self useful and clean the cabin?" he turned it about 2 degres starbord. "I be the only captain of this trip. Savvy?"
He looked out over the sea, all was calm but the skies were grey.
"There be a storm coming maties." he grinned to himself
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Post by Laota on Aug 31, 2011 0:33:59 GMT
Barbossa looked in the same direction as Jack, not seeing what he saw, and then looked back at Jack and rolled his eyes: what a jackass.
"If yer eyes were keen t'work as yer mouth, you'd have spied that little ole merchant sloop out there on the horizon. We're short-stocked on food, and there's not but one clean drop of water aboard. In fact, the only thing we're not low on is powder and shot. That ship's the closest thing to port we'll come to in a day. We're taking her."
He turned the helm back two degrees, his expression that of resolve and warning.
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Post by barbossaforever77 on Aug 31, 2011 0:42:48 GMT
Jack mimicked Barbossa childishly, "bla, bla, bla." he replied placing a single hand on the wheel whilst not looking at the older captain. "I thought we were to make port in Tortuga." he shrugged. "Just pray the ones aboard that ship are merciful, don't much feel like gettin blood on me sword Hector."
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Post by Laota on Aug 31, 2011 1:22:32 GMT
"Then when she's in range of the cannonades, I'll be sure to let you 'n' the other ladies know to head below deck." More than a little chapped, Barbossa turned the helm back several degrees to port, causing the ship to lurch. "I realize you've been dead and no account for a while, Jack, but steering us south-westward won't help us luff a twenty-six gunner!"
It takes Barbossa a moment to notice he's veered them several degrees off his own course. He steers the ship back discretely, and smiles to himself like an absented-minded old lady. "Ooo, mea culpa."
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Post by barbossaforever77 on Aug 31, 2011 1:29:42 GMT
Jack frowned at him in confusion. He was as mad as a box of frogs at times...
"Hector, no offense mate...but I can't understand a single word you are mumbling." he noticed Barbossa lead them off the course. "Why not let me just commadeer it is my ship afterall!"
He looked out over to the vessle Barbossa was speaking of and frowned.
"For some strange, nay bewildering reason that ship looks strangely familiar..." he said to himself and looked down at his compass, it pointed behind him and there sat a bottle of rum.
"Ah!" he smiled taking a swig.
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Post by Laota on Aug 31, 2011 1:58:39 GMT
Barbossa watched Jack triangulate an excuse to get drunk and sighed with frustration, but then was taken by a vindictive whim of some kind. He grinned devilishly. "Yer no fit help even to a gunner with a bottle in yer hand, much less to lead the onslaught. So if ye want the helm, then give the rum to me."
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Post by barbossaforever77 on Aug 31, 2011 2:02:40 GMT
Jack glared at him and then looked longingly at his rum.
"Hector mate. I would rather die." he smirked chugging it down. "And where is that bloody monkey of yours?" he growled, "If he's the culprit of me missing hat then there'll be one dead monkey body to throw overboard." He walked drunkly over to the edge of the ship and looked out over the horizon. "Told ye there be a storm didn't I?" he smirked as thunder boomed through both captains ears
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Post by Laota on Aug 31, 2011 2:12:56 GMT
Barbossa shot a glare at the clouds. "Storm or no, we're taking that sloop -- if you're going t'drink yerself into a stupor, ye can remain in quarters." He wiped a spattering of rain off his cheek as his narrowed eyes roamed the rigging. "...Jack?"
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