|
|
Post by barbossaforever77 on Sept 13, 2011 21:26:57 GMT
Jack pulled his arm off of his shoulder like it was something gross and looked at him. "Shut up." he said plainly with a grin. "And I be not the only one who knows of the legend Hector, nor who believes it
|
|
Laota
Cabin Boy
Chart Man
Posts: 71
|
Post by Laota on Sept 14, 2011 11:42:12 GMT
"Then yer a fashionable idiot, for what it's worth, but the crew have just been to hell and back fer you, literally. I reckon they'd take issue with being dragged back again, with 'because a ghost promised Jack wishes' as their only incentive." Barbossa smiled innocently. "Or they will have, by the time I'm through... 'explaining' it to them."
Barbossa's smile left as quickly as it came. He gave Jack rough shove to the chest, meaning to knock him back into the chair. "We're bound fer the Cove, Jack. Ye have a problem with that, there be a comfy little cell in the brig ye can visit 'til ye've gotten the Locker out of yer system!"
|
|
|
|
Post by barbossaforever77 on Sept 15, 2011 9:28:22 GMT
Jack growled and rolled his eyes. "I have gotten the locker out of my system, but your forgetting...this is my ship, I'm the captain and you can go live down with sea bed crabs for all I care." he grunted as Barbossa shoved him and looked him dead and cold in the eye. "We be headin fer where I say Hector mate."
|
|
Laota
Cabin Boy
Chart Man
Posts: 71
|
Post by Laota on Sept 15, 2011 20:54:54 GMT
Barbossa got in Jack's space. He didn't smile, but something about his demeanor suggested amusement. "Or what?" He shoved Jack again, seriously channeling a school yard bully.
|
|
|
|
Post by barbossaforever77 on Sept 16, 2011 1:27:03 GMT
Jack growled and punched Hector in the jaw. "Stay out of my personal space...you smell terrible."
|
|
Laota
Cabin Boy
Chart Man
Posts: 71
|
Post by Laota on Sept 17, 2011 4:31:52 GMT
Barbossa's head rocked to the side at the blow. He held his jaw; it hurt, but he couldn't stop chuckling. "Call it a taste of yer own medicine -- on both counts.... And when ye punch someone, ye're thumb shouldn't be inside yer fist."
|
|
|
|
Post by barbossaforever77 on Sept 17, 2011 10:57:17 GMT
Jack blinked, he expected that to infuriate Hector. Fail. He then thought about something he was sure was gauranteed to get him mad. He stood up, wrapped his fist in Hectors shirt and shoved him into him planting his lips onto Hector's, their gold teeth clacking together in....a kiss?
Jack frowned, why did he not want to pull away, oh my god....did he love this old sea dog. He yelled inside his head. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
|
|
Laota
Cabin Boy
Chart Man
Posts: 71
|
Post by Laota on Sept 18, 2011 2:56:27 GMT
((Oh, the Bugs Bunny move to end them all!))
Barbossa was so shocked that, for a minute, he didn't really move; he couldn't. But the expression on his face said he wouldn't have been more surprised if it'd been a stick of dynamite in his mouth. When he finally managed to act, he pushed Jack off by his shoulders and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, quivering with fury.
"That yer contingency plan, Jack? Ye can't best me in a fight, so ye might as well love up on me t'get what ye want? Well, it doesn't work like that, lad -- this isn't the Navy!"
He drew his sword held it on Jack. He started to say something, even opened his mouth and drew a breath, but nothing came out. He was winded from shouting and looked like he was working out very confusing math problems in his head. Eventually, he found his voice again, not nearly as confident or amused as he'd left it. "You give me... one good reason I shouldn't kill ye."
|
|
|
|
Post by barbossaforever77 on Sept 18, 2011 11:19:43 GMT
Jack looked down at the sword, his face was very red and flushed unlike Jack Sparrow at all. He narrowed his witty brown eyes and spoke. "Because you know you felt something too, Hector." he said. "And if I be wrong you may run that there sword through my neck." he said poiting at it with his index finger.
|
|
Laota
Cabin Boy
Chart Man
Posts: 71
|
Post by Laota on Sept 19, 2011 3:11:33 GMT
"Have it yer way." He smiled evilly and put the point of his sword to Jack's throat, ready to plunge it in. Annoyed, "Because that's not a reason.... Because I didn't feel anything. I don't 'feel' anything! Nothin' happened." Almost anxiously, "Nothin' even happened-. Did anything just happen? No."
He sheathed his sword, not really looking at Jack anymore. "I don't even remember what we were talkin' about, but the point is, we're goin' to Shipwreck." He started rolling the Mao Kun charts up with a sort of hostile clumsiness, grumbling, "Always changin' the bloody subject. That's why nothin' ever gets done...."
|
|
