#laxstandards

This should be a thing ;D

Jack doesn't get drunk around crew. It's not a Rule or anything, it's simply something he doesn't do. He'd rather sit and people watch, he'd rather make sure his crew is enjoying themselves, making sure they're not getting into any fights or getting shot by any jealous ex-husbands.Not that he has a lot of time to sit and drink -- as Captain, it's his job to resupply the Pearl, it's his job to make sure the food that's being loaded isn't rotten, to make sure the promised amount of ammunition is given to him, and to make sure that the Pearl is getting the correct repairs. That, in itself, eats up most of his time. But not all his time. Which is how he finds himself sitting in a tavern with one James Norrington. The former Commodore clearly isn't taking at Being A Pirate, to Jack's complete lack of surprise. Norrington is too much of a military man, to used to structure and solid lines that he flexible, waving lines of freedom only leave him bitter. He's a solid worker, anyone of his position would have to be, but it's not a life suited to him. In any other situation, Jack might not have welcomed him aboard. As it was, he needed as many warm bodies as possible to give to Jones. Not that that plan ended up working, in the end.They end up sitting mostly in silence, the two of them, watching the pirates around them spend every coin they can on whatever it is they want, until Jack contemplates Norrington's comment. Perhaps it might seem that way. Perhaps it might seem like the men in this tavern truly don't know the value of what they're spending. But Jack doubts it. Jack knows piracy. Jack knows it's not all supernatural, it's not all cursed skeletons and Davy Jones. Jack knows a lot of men turn pirate because they have no other options. They turn pirate because they're desperate. They turn because the navy is too harsh, and don't pay enough. They turn because they need something to send their families. Jack knows these men fight for what little coin they earn. They fight and they pillage and they plunder and they rifle and they loot, drink up me hearties yo ho. And some of them don't make it. Some men pay with their lives, trying to get soap from a company ship. In that way, Jack thinks, they know exactly the value of the coin they're spending. As it is, Jack knows the exact value of the Black Pearl. Not in coin, of course, but in souls. And so Jack takes his bottle and he takes a swig from it and he places it slowly and solidly back on the table. "Perhaps it's best they don't, mate." Better to go around knowing the cost of things in coin than in souls. "The world runs smoother that way."

“...is that...you? That smell? That disgusting wretched awful ungodly malodorous scent?”

and the erebros live on <3

“I suppose you’d have to ask them if you want to know who hired them,” she said blandly. “Can I get you anything else?”