Post by Captain Jack Sparrow on Oct 2, 2007 19:40:20 GMT -5
Why is the rum always gone?"
Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting atop his ship, an empty bottle in his hand as he stared thirstily out at the never-ending sea. After turning the glass bottle upside down for a good five minutes and shaking it vigorously, he finally realized that there was no use in trying to get any rum, thus causing a great deal of disappointment. But he got over it quickly and threw it out into the blue sea, which was getting shallower by the second. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out his telescope, checking on how far they were from land. He was headed to Tortuga, but apparently, he had gone the wrong way—the familiar island was nowhere in sight, but a different one was only a few feet away. They were nearing the shore, and the boat was coming to an unintentional stop. But Jack was curious, so he decided to give this unfamiliar place a look-see.
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..." He sang at the top of his lungs as he pranced out of his precious Black Pearl, a ship that he had been sailing for years. He whistled the tune of the song he had been singing before as he strolled along the beach, his black dreadlocks which had been formed due to his lack of bathing swinging with the breeze. He then heard something coming from a nearby tree. A rustle, to be exact. He looked at it for a few moments, but soon went back to walking along the unfamiliar shores of this strange new environment. But he then heard it again, and though he didn't take the time to look at it this time, he kept one eye open in case something jumped out at him, which was something that seemed to happen to him a lot. After all, he was wanted in almost every city that illegalized piracy, which was pretty much every city he could think of.
Soon enough, the rustling stopped, and was replaced by footsteps. He turned around once again, but there was nothing but footsteps. Footsteps... hmm. This could be interesting. Jack squatted down and inspected the footstep, putting his finger in his hand and tasting it, as if the taste of the shoe or foot of the unidentified creature was still there. But he then felt something tapping his shoulder, and when he turned around, he saw a hideous creature staring at him. He took his index finger out of his mouth and spit out the sand that he'd just eaten, looking at the creature with a smug look on his face. A smirk spread across his lips as he took his sword, holding it to the creature's heart. "Well, 'ello, beastie," he said, sounding much less nervous than he actually was. He needed some bloody backup.