Jack doffed his hat and bowed deeply - a little deeper than he'd intended, actually - and introduced himself to the two lovely ladies who'd asked after him. "Captain Jack Sparrow ish my name, my fair maidensh, Captain of the fastest ship in the Caribbean, the Black Pearl."
Jack couldn't help noticing that the dark haired woman stifled a giggle at his introduction, while the blonde had rolled her eyes and looked disgusted. Staggering over to the blonde, he leaned in close and waggled his finger in her face as he spoke. "I'll have you know, my dear lady, that I am not normally so grievously affected by rum. I am in fact rather familiar with it. This here rum, here in this here bottle here, it's been put upon by some curse, or poisoned, or some other fate so undeserving a poor defenseless bottle of Captain Morgan's finest."
Jack held his hat to his chest and lowered his head mournfully as he pondered the fate of his beloved drink. Quickly the moment was over as Jack moved on to the dark haired woman who was stirring about in the kitchen.
"Tia DALMA. Really my dear you must keep up if you're ever to understand anything." At the blank look on Aiden's face Jack became incredulous. "What, you mean to tell me you've not heard of Tia Dalma? She's only the best...she's, well, good at...she's a very powerful sorceress! Her and I, we have a *special* relationship, savvy? And that there woman over there is the spitting image of her."
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[Jack S.] You have heard of me, haven't you?
Date: 2006-09-02 04:27 am (UTC)Jack couldn't help noticing that the dark haired woman stifled a giggle at his introduction, while the blonde had rolled her eyes and looked disgusted. Staggering over to the blonde, he leaned in close and waggled his finger in her face as he spoke. "I'll have you know, my dear lady, that I am not normally so grievously affected by rum. I am in fact rather familiar with it. This here rum, here in this here bottle here, it's been put upon by some curse, or poisoned, or some other fate so undeserving a poor defenseless bottle of Captain Morgan's finest."
Jack held his hat to his chest and lowered his head mournfully as he pondered the fate of his beloved drink. Quickly the moment was over as Jack moved on to the dark haired woman who was stirring about in the kitchen.
"Tia DALMA. Really my dear you must keep up if you're ever to understand anything." At the blank look on Aiden's face Jack became incredulous. "What, you mean to tell me you've not heard of Tia Dalma? She's only the best...she's, well, good at...she's a very powerful sorceress! Her and I, we have a *special* relationship, savvy? And that there woman over there is the spitting image of her."