hide the rum

“Aye, Cap’n!”      His mug is raised — a toast.             “To The Black Pearl.”

Sparrow held his mug, looking ahead.        “The Black Pearl ... Do we have a new heading, Mister Gibbs ?                    His eyebrow raised.

        “Los hombres son tan bebés,” she mutters under her breath and doesn’t suppress a roll of her eyes at his response. She straightens up though, arching a brow at his inquiry with a mixture of confusion and bemusement. “I have not. Do I even want to ask why you are looking for one?” 

“You never killed Will.” {she stated, confused} “You saved his life, I saw it.”

“And it was my mistake. But I tried ... I tried. You can at least kiss me for my intentions.”

     “Yo ho ho, and a bottle of rum.”

     “Take what you can, give nothing back !”

                   ’ ……… If you don’t toss me that rope, sir, I’ll tell everyone here just who you are, and I’ll climb up the side of the ship myself & throw you over the railing after cutting the rope. Do we have an understanding, Cap’n? ’  A hand reaches at the swaying hoist-rope, fingers narrowly missing its girth. A sneer befalls the boy, evidently unamused by his companion’s antics. 

        “Is that supposed to impress me? I assure you, I’ve seen better on this ship.”

    What’s going on?

        ♚—◢ ❝ A difference of opinions is almost an art of beauty. Should the matter be taken as an opportunity to learn. So why must we argue? ❞

   “———— Captain Jack Sparrow. You don't have to stand up ...