Post by Jack Sparrow on Jan 28, 2013 17:52:51 GMT -5
Jack rested himself on the railing of his ship. It was nights like these he often enjoyed. The quietness that filtered around him settled him and helped ease his weary worn mind. He had many things to do; a lot of thoughts racing through that had of his. He could barely keep up with his own imagination. Jack found himself often wondering if this life was worth it. He never had anything; and anything he had it was often taken away from him. Anything he longed for, sojourned for; sought after; treasured--it was all taken away at the drop of the hat, and more times than one it was his hat that hit the deck along with his thoughts, imaginings, future plans--sometimes they all crashed and burned around him; however, sometimes--oh sometimes they actually worked out for him; but quite often his own allegiances and alliances rather got in the way. The Black Pearl was docked at Nightshade Bay at the moment and any one could walk onboard if that same person had a dinghy.
He glanced at Gibbs as he began to speak "Ye know me sir i am like a theif amongst wolves listening after pirating news or regarding yer ship that we have now back but the tales sir i am about to tell ye a woman came earlier tis ev'ning asking bout ye, i told er ye were in town so she cursed some in spanish ye know of whom i am tellin bout sir that girl from Seville the one ye heartbroke sir..."
Jack's brow quirked at the discovery. Angelica was it? She had come by had she? Inquiring of him, even. It seemed surreal; unreal; unusual; however simply expected at the same time. He nodded his head and continued to listen; not yet speaking as he mulled over this new information, trying to figure what he could do and make of this current situation. "So how is it going with ladies sir, i told ye women are bad for a ship sir but no one listens to me i am just a supersticious fool aye?"
Jack nodded his head as he sipped from his bottle that sloshed greedily in his hand; nearly losing some of the contents onto his precious ship below. "Latest news in the pirating world sir, is something about a sword that controls every ship with black magic i think it is the same sword that captain Blackbeard bestowed sir, and something about Port Royal ah yes, i think i know what tis means Jack..., yes the spaniards sir on that merchant there were mentioning it, they had a passanger who asked about the Sword and that same person was going to find Beckett, aye that is what i heard sir..."
Jack mulled the news over in his mind momentarily before glancing back at the waves below. "What am I to do about it Gibbs? Take the current as it serves; no turnin myself back now Gibbs... a man with out a plan; always seems to be better than a man with all his findings figured out all at once... savvy?" Jack sipped his rum momentarily before turning and walking the deck of the Pearl, taking in the sea salt air around him. He rather enjoyed the weather outside; the alluring temptations of the atmosphere; Jack loved the ocean and the ocean was what Jack truly was.
Word Counts: 590.
Muse Good.
Tag=Open.
He glanced at Gibbs as he began to speak "Ye know me sir i am like a theif amongst wolves listening after pirating news or regarding yer ship that we have now back but the tales sir i am about to tell ye a woman came earlier tis ev'ning asking bout ye, i told er ye were in town so she cursed some in spanish ye know of whom i am tellin bout sir that girl from Seville the one ye heartbroke sir..."
Jack's brow quirked at the discovery. Angelica was it? She had come by had she? Inquiring of him, even. It seemed surreal; unreal; unusual; however simply expected at the same time. He nodded his head and continued to listen; not yet speaking as he mulled over this new information, trying to figure what he could do and make of this current situation. "So how is it going with ladies sir, i told ye women are bad for a ship sir but no one listens to me i am just a supersticious fool aye?"
Jack nodded his head as he sipped from his bottle that sloshed greedily in his hand; nearly losing some of the contents onto his precious ship below. "Latest news in the pirating world sir, is something about a sword that controls every ship with black magic i think it is the same sword that captain Blackbeard bestowed sir, and something about Port Royal ah yes, i think i know what tis means Jack..., yes the spaniards sir on that merchant there were mentioning it, they had a passanger who asked about the Sword and that same person was going to find Beckett, aye that is what i heard sir..."
Jack mulled the news over in his mind momentarily before glancing back at the waves below. "What am I to do about it Gibbs? Take the current as it serves; no turnin myself back now Gibbs... a man with out a plan; always seems to be better than a man with all his findings figured out all at once... savvy?" Jack sipped his rum momentarily before turning and walking the deck of the Pearl, taking in the sea salt air around him. He rather enjoyed the weather outside; the alluring temptations of the atmosphere; Jack loved the ocean and the ocean was what Jack truly was.
Word Counts: 590.
Muse Good.
Tag=Open.
