aww... what kind of terrible?
well, i didn't have a Jack dream(sadly).... *sigh* maybe i'd get one tonight.. 😄
Jack: Dreams... they're oh-so-magical... *staring at the stars, murmuring lovely poetic love poems and cheesy lines to himself*
Gibbs: *lurking in the shadows, looking at Jack* How much did he drink tonight?
Pintel: *shrugs* more than he could take, i think.
Ragetti: looks like it.
Cotton's parrot: Squawk! Drink up me hearties!
I had a weird pirate dream, it was the potc set and for some reason I was dangling my legs over the side having a rather random conversation with Elizabeth and then I realised we were in disney land and then I was like "What wait, why aren't we dressed like pirates?" And then Orlando was like "The budgets been cut." And then Elizabeth was jumping around with this toddler doing modern day stuff and it was like, woo the budget really has been cut because it just looked like a few people playing a game. But the really thing was Orlando was hanging from his neck from the sail.... 😑 word.
lol, i agree.
I miss having Piratey dreams.
before Jack and liz's big kiss scene in DMC
Jack: You know, i dreamed about you last night...
Liz: Really?
Jack: Yep... you kissed me then locked me to the pearl and the kraken came....
Liz: *crosses her fingers* Uh.. that's a weird dream. I could never do that...
>.<
Jack: can you believe barbossa?! He stole my ship! AGAIN!
Gibbs: Er.. Jack, we are talking about barbossa here...
Jack: MY TEDDY WAS ON THE BLACK PEARL!
Gibbs: Jack, It's only a teddy, calm down...
Jack: Your teddy is left on it too.
Gibbs: NOW IT'S PERSONAL! *jumps into a rowboat and rows out into the sea*
>.< hehe! random!
lol, I DIDN'T KNOW!
here.. 😄
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A Splash of Rum – A crossover fan fic! POTC-Star Wars!
A Pirate with a depressed and lost Sith Lord. What would happen? This is supposed to be weird and random. ^_^
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“One Hundred bottles of rum on the wall, one hundred bottles of rum! You take one down, pass it around, ninety-nine bottles of rum on the wall…” Jack sung, swinging his rum bottle and gesturing in a way only he could. He smiled to himself. Him, a bottle of rum, and the sea. Now, if only he’s with The Black Pearl, the moment would be perfect.
There was a sudden flash of light that made Jack stop singing. Then he heard a splash. He looked over the starboard side of the dingy. Something black was flailing its arms. Once the thing was within reach Jack pulled it on board.
He stared at it. He poked it like it was the first time he saw something like it (not that he did). Jack sniffed the thing. Smells like burnt leather. He was about to lick it when the thing flinched and jerked away.
“Stop that.”
Jack stared at it blankly. Almost nothing surprises him anymore, after the undead, fish people, the goddess and the locker. “Where’d ye come from mate?”
“A wretched galaxy full of evil and villainy. Where am I?”
“Caribbean mate. Who are you?”
“Darth Vader, Lord of the Sith.” Darth Vader offered a hand. Jack took it, and they shook.
“Whatever that is, here.” Jack handed him a bottled of rum.
Vader snatched the bottle. “Er, I can’t drink this.” He knocked on his helmet.
“Oh, right mate.” Jack gave him a hollow piece of stick, and Vader sipped the rum. “You looked… troubled, mate. Ye goin’ to a funeral? Yer wearin’ a lotta black.”
Vader looked at Jack, and sorrow seemed to pour out of the emotionless mask. And he started to whine about his life. “I started out as a slave boy in Tatooine with my mom. A couple of Jedi came, and took me to train me. I felt my master was holding me back though… And so I turned to the dark side… I KILLED MY OWN WIFE FOR THE GALAXY’S SAKE! And I can’t catch my son, and the Emperor is getting pissed and…”
Jack splashed a bucket of water on Vader. Normally, Vader would have choked him to death, but he was clueless on how to work the dingy. Besides, he didn’t want to kill his only company. “Thanks. I needed to stop.”
“Don’t worry mate, a splash of rum makes everything better. Drink up me heartie, take what you can and give nothing back. Rum makes you forget. Drink up, there are plenty for the two of us until the next port.” Jack replied, and slapped him on the back.
Vader nodded.
And they both proceeded to get themselves drunk.
“Yo ho yo ho a pirate’s life for me!” Vader shouted, and then laughed. “Ninety-eight bottles of rum on the wall, ninety-two bottle of rum, you take one down, pass it around, two hundred bottles of rum on the wall!” He hiccupped and collapsed in the dingy. Jack looked at him, gulped down the last in his bottle, and went to sleep.