Wassis all da noise *Jos groans as she walks sleepily down the stairs.* I was sleeping. *Glares at JDG & APG in the mists of a slap fight.* Give me Rum *Walks over to APG, takes her Rum, sculls the whole bottle, giving the empty bottle to Jack the monkey screeches when his attempt to drink fails. Patiing her belly* Ahh, that be better. *Smiles then take JDG's Rum, finishing that and giving the empty bottle to Jack on her shoulder again. The monkey screeches and throws the bottle at Mort & Rummy* OI ye little bugger, stop it. So, what be ye doing that was causin' all tha noise. And why is J#1 on the floor mumblin' stuff in her sleep in one o' the rooms? *Looks confused.* What da hell ye lot been up to???
OK WHERE'S THE RUM!!! The other two tavern's up the alley are both dry...*shakes head in sorrow. Monkey on shoulder (King Charles) sobs from between paws* Stop it King Charles!! God you're maudlin when your drunk! Oh hi *seems to notice everyone for the first time* I'm Morgan, and this is King Charles *indicates monkey on shoulder*
*Looks at Rum on floor & down her shirt. Looks at Morgan. Looks at Rum. Gets a really angry glare in her eys.* GRRRRR I DUNT SEE YE FER GOD NOW HAW MANY MONTHS & -- JACK, MORT, RUMMY, KING CHARLES STOP TAKIN' ME RUM *Throws an empty bottle at the monkeys.* ARGH bloody monkeys. any way, how be ye Adams? I didn't expect ta see ye here. *Suddenly looks confused* Where be ye puppy dog... Ye now, that guy Shaw, where'd ye maroon 'im? I told ye that was the best thing for 'im. Boys like that ye dunt need, they just hog tha gold. Men like Barbossa, and Jack Sparrow are people ye need ta get ta know. The only time boys like Shaw come in handy is when there be decks ta scrub. Hang on... *Grabs Morgans shoulders, where is ya cute ships boy, Bowen?? *eyes Morgan suspiciously* Ye didn' maroon 'im too, ye better not 'ave *starts glaring at her* If ye did I'd 'ave ta kill ye, after I've tortured the location of 'im out of ye. Ye know I 'aven't forgiven ye for killin' Dawg. *Swings around, grabbing her Rum off the non-existent table* JACK YE LEAVE MY RUM ALONE *The monkey squeaks, his hand still raised to take the Rum.*
Nice ta see ye too Jos *plunks two brimming tankards down onn the non-existent table* get that inta ye, sorry for spillin ye Rum. As fer Shaw naw' I didn't maroon him.........he's far topo cute for that and nights at sea can get awful lonely *smirks and takes a long swig from the tankard* Hurry up and drink ye Rum! Take as much as ye can and give nothin' back remember. Shaw is currently lookin' after me newest investment, a brand new ship named the Briar Rose. She's takin' a turn around the point of Africa, Madagascar and the like, he get's a cut for captaining but the majority goes to me and the men since he's still in trainin' *shakes her head inn mock disgust and catches King CHarles out of the corner of her eye tryin to steal her Rum* Get off ye scumbag!! And as to your second accusation *glares at Jos* I most certainly have NOT gotten rid of Bowen, he's turnin out to be far too good a crewman. Oh By the way *starts rummaging through the many hidden pockets in her coat I found something in a chest on Dawg's ship in a locked chest and I thought you might be missin it, I told u ye shouldn'tve trusted the bastard *removes something from her pocket with a flourish* Her we are! *the candlelight glints from a mother-of-pearl, silver, and maple pistol with Jos' name engraved on it along with Barbossa's and hands it to Jos with a triumphant smile on her face*
So how hav ye been? *she removes her hat and ruffles her hair* I heard about ye faither and I'm very sorry, guess we'll just have to drown our mutual sorrows in rum! *toasts with her tankard and drains it with one long swig* although if I was goin' to die I wouldn't mind it bein' from someone as good lookin' as Sparrow *grins at the thought* not that I approve of that sort of thing as a rule. *Curses suddenly and leaps to her feet -- King Charles has spilt Rum down the back of her jacket* GODDAMMIT YOU FLEABITTEN RASCAL!! HOW MANY TIMES DU I HAV TO TELL YE! *she chases him around the tavern for a couple of minutes, catches him by the tail and shakes him solidly* YE DON"T EVER, EVER, EVER WASTE GOOD RUM!!!! *She hands Jos another full bottle* GAWD, at the rate we're goin' this tavern's goin' ta be dry too! *she swivels in her seat to yell at the barkeep* Hav ye got enough rum in this pace or should we start packin up? *after receiving a timid nod she reaches into her pocket and pulls out a handfull of silver coins* Usually I'd say we'll pay for it by letting ye keep ye life but i'm too bloody tired at the moment so just take this and don't come whining to me if it aint enough *she pauses suddenly eyes lighting up* Or, ye'll find I get me energy back VERY quickly.
My Dawg *Jos turns the heirloom pistol over in her hands.* Damn... *She shoves it in her belt, reserving her judgement. Picking up the tankard of Rum she sculls it in one go. walking away, as if in a daze, she walks over to some unattended Rum and sculls three bottles, one after the other.* Damn. *Swaying slightly she comes drunkenly back to herself. Smiling* When will ye be back with ye ship? I 'ave something... For Bowen.... *She takes an envelope out of her vest pocket, sealed with the Barbossa family seal. Blushing, only very slightly (but a close friend like Morgan can tell when Jos blushes)* It's a letter. *Holding it out to Morgan* Private *Sways, dangerously close to falling over.* Strictly pri-. Don't ga read-re-readen ut. *Her head swings with the rush of the Rum.* For Bowen only. *Jos swayed, this time loosing it totally & falling into Jack Sparrow* WOW, sorry mate. *Taking his Rum she downs the rest of it.* Any way Morgan, what be yer most recent plunder? Besides The Reaper. *Glares at Morgan, while thinking about the Captain's cabin on Dawg's ship.* My ship, The Prince, has taken a merchant vessal, fat with silk, Rum, jewels, Rum, artwork and Rum. n' she 'as also taken a couple of Naval Vessals, under the comand of bloody commodore Norrington. GRRR, damn Norrington to the Depths! *A thought suddenly strikes her* Oww... I know! We, The Briar Rose & The Prince, take Norrington. It'll be the biggest archievement yet. Think abowt it, NO MORE NORRINGTON!!!!! The Caribbean would become Pirate Paradise!! *Sways again.* Damn, need more Rum. Goes behind the bar & flogs some.* Any way, what did ye do with ye Father's ship, The, what-was-it... What's-its-name... The EveningStar... *Shaking her head* No the Morning Star. That's it, what happened to the Morning Star?? Sell it? Captain it ta someone, become a Commodore? *A fur ball flys down the bar, hitting her in the shoudler* ARGH! Jack, get. Take this, fer ye n' King Charles *Hands the monkey two bottles of Rum. He takes them to a rafter, smiling down at King Charles who was screeching and jumping for a bottle.* Bloody Monkeys.
So, wat do ye plan on doin' in tha near future Captain Adams? Not gunna 'ave a kid are ye. Dunt want bloody little Shaws runnin' round tha place. *Glares at Morgan.* If ye do, they better not call me Aunty. *Glares more. Swigs some Rum.* Ye could always tell Bowen was gunna be a good crewman, ye can always tell when a male is a man, *thinks about Shaw* not a boy. *Looking down at the Rum in her hand Jos says quietly, to herself* My Father was a man, so was Dawg. *Looks back up at Morgan* Ye got anymore o' that Rum ye 'ad in tha tankards? That be good Rum. *Smiles at the memory of Rum... & Dawg.*
ABSOLUTELY! That'd be somethig worth seeing. *she winks at Jos* and I'll be sure to deliver this PRIVATE letter to Bowen as soon as I see him. It could be even more embarassing for Norrington if I got the Briar Rose back and it joined in...and maybe the Black Pearl. *She cocks her head as if suddenly struck by a thought* wait a minute, wouldn't it be interesting if we managed to convince Turner and Elizabeth to step foot on a pirate ship *she laughs uproariously* what a fething CLASSIC! Turner makes some damn fine swords though, pity about that whole pirate complex thing he's still getting over/adjusting to. *She seems happy at the thought since it indirectly has to do with fighting* Dammit I need some more Rum! *grabs a couple of bottles and slings one over to King Charles and Jack who are already falling offf the rafters.* Damn primates just can't hold their booze! Well a few more swigs and I'll almost be happy *takes a LONG swig and suddenly breaks into song* YO HO YO HO A PIRATES LIFE FOR ME................AND BLACK SHEEP< AND REALLY BAD EGGS< DRINK UP ME HEARTIES YO HO!!! *sways slightly and notices Jack and suddenly starts blushing profusely (not obvious but Jos can definately see it)* Oh Jack! nice to have ye drop in on this fine rainy evening! I'll grab for some more Rum *she stumbes off to grab a couple of tankards muttering to herself something Jos can only just hear about idiots, blushing, and not being able to keep words straight around a good looking guy.*
*Cracks up laughing* HA, what 'appened ta Shaw, eh? Ye ne'er blushed 'round 'im, weren' 'e 'ot enough? Told ye he ain't worff ut. <Shhesh, where'd tha Old English accent com from?> *Sculls more Rum.* Ye better not read tha letter *eyes Morgan off suspiciously* I'll no if ya read it. It's personal *Frowns, as she starts regretting handing the letter to her friend* Give ut back, I'll deliver ut meself. *Goes to take the letter back, but Morgan darts out of her way* GRRR. Bloody Pirate.
I never had no need to blush 'round shaw did I? *she peers around the nonexistant tableleg cautiously (she was hiding under the table with a couple of tankards) and when she saw the coast ws clear (Jack was gone) she darted out and plonked the tankards on the nonexistant table* when we met he was my slave, then I pulled him out of quicksand, and then saved him from drowning in the belly of Dawg's ship. * she grins and makes and obvious show of replacing Jos' letter in her pocket (secretly trying to change the topic of the conversation)* Don't worry, I willna read ur letter since are me friend and we be fellow captains and all I guess...........welllllll.......I give ye me word. *she seems fairly uncomfortable about this 'cause it is no something given lightly.* AH Will Ye look at that!! *She has spotted King Charles and Jack (the monkey) both arm in arm wrapped around a bottle of Rum and drooling into a puddle (passed out) after making a fairly exaggerated ruckus she deems the conversation safely diverted and drinks deeply into her tankard, disappointed to find that it was not in fact bottomless.*
It really depends who the mutiny was for *she looks at Jos with a stern eye* I must warn thee, if it's me ye is talkin about then better do a decent job of it Mr Scully found out the hard way that I do not react well to mutiny. *she looks at Jos out of the corner of her eye* tho if u was just volunteering something 'bout it's contents I would be hapy for u to confide in me.
*Jos leaned against the bar & raised an eyebrow.* Bowen is not tha mutiny type. But I could get 'im ta do anything. *She smiles. then tilts her head slightly* Not that I'd make 'im do anything 'e was against tho. *Looks at the drooling drunken monkeys & cracks up laughing.* Bloody Monkeys. Ye know wat I hate most? *She takes a big swig of Rum.* Bloody Men. Bloody men 'oo think a woman on board uz bad luck an' worse so when they be Captains. Ye knoe wat I did ta this one man 'oo laft at me when I said I be Captain? I shot 'im I did. Shot 'im in tha family jewels. Then I said to 'im, I said "Ha, now 'oo sounds like a girl?" *Jos falls over laughing at her own remincing.*
*Cocks one eyebrow* U could get him ta do ANYTHING eh? looks like there's a bit o romance on the seven seas at the moment *she cracks up laughing* b sure to invite me tu tha weddin!!!! I remember wen I first became captain *she leans back reminiscing* I just straight out challenged the whold crew *she snaps her fingers* just like that *she leans forward conspiritorily* between you and me there were a couple in there (before they mutinied) that I was kinda hoping would accept!
Oh god I'm gonna collapse soon....maybe after some more Rum. Hoe ye be?
*Raises her eyebrow...again* Wedding? Romance? *Blushes again* Get outta here Adams. *Snorts in laughter...but not very convincingly. After a moments silence* Well, maybe not a weddin'.
Ye wanted a couple ta accept a fight, eh? 'Oo? Mr Scully? Blood thirsty pirate. *Walks over to Morgan, takes her Rum, and starts taking a swig from each bottle.* Ye ever gunna tie tha knot wiv Shaw, eh?