A Pirate's Life For Me: Captain Jack Sparrow

Chapter 8

In front of Will, (Y/n), and Jack stood a row of men that Gibbs had put together over the night. Their trusty crew. (Y/n) raked her eyes over them all as Gibbs spoke to Jack.

"Feast your eyes, Captain! All of them faithful hands before the mast. Every man worth his salt," he said, and they stopped in front of a rather short fellow. "and crazy to boot."

"So this is your able-bodied crew?" Will asked rhetorically. It was obvious he was not impressed with their line up. They moved along the line a bit more until they came to an older man who had a blue and gold macaw on his shoulder.

"You, sailor!" Jack spoke.

"Cotton, sir." Gibbs gave the man's name.

"Mr. Cotton," Jack continued, "do have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" (Y/n) frowned at his question. When Cotton said nothing, but looked to Gibbs, Jack pressed. "Mr. Cotton! Answer, man."

"He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for 'im." Gibbs informed Jack. Cotton opened his mouth to show his half tongue, to which Jack and Will reeled back in disgust. (Y/n), however, was intrigued. "No one's yet figured how."

"Actually, a macaw." (Y/n) whispered, but caught Will's attention. He smiled lightly at her knowledge, to which she shrugged.

Jack took one step to the right, now in front of the macaw. "Mr. Cotton's... parrot. Same question."

"Wind in your sails! Wind in your sails!" The bird answered, confusing the three in front of it.

"Mostly, we figured that means 'yes'." Gibbs simplified.

"Of course it does!" Jack confirmed. He turned to Will next to him. "Satisfied?"

"Well, you've proved their mad..." Will whispered, and (Y/n) bit her lip to stop her small laugh.

"And what's the benefit for us?" a suspiciously feminine voice shouted.

Jack walked down the line slowly, coming towards a crew member who's large hat was low on their face. Gritting his teeth in despair, he reached up and lifted the hat to reveal a brown-skinned woman. He lifted the hat off her head, her long black hair falling. "Anamaria." Jack stated, and was immediately met with another slap to the face.

"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either?" (Y/n) asked, looking between Jack and Anamaria.

"No, that one I deserved." Jack said.

"You stole. My. Boat!" Anamaria shouted, clearly upset.

"Actually-" Jack started, but Anamaria slapped him again, causing (Y/n) to laugh. The woman glanced at her, not saying anything, but looked back to Jack, who was glaring slightly at the laughing (Y/n). She shrugged her shoulders a bit as Jack turned back to Anamaria. "Borrowed! Borrowed without permission, but with every intention of bringing it back to you."

"But you didn't!!" Anamaria stated, livid.

"You'll get another one!" Jack said, his voice higher.

Anamaria pointed her finger at Jack threateningly. "I will." she hissed.

"A better one." Will chipped in.

"A better one!" Jack supported.

"That one!" (Y/n) said, pointing to the Interceptor.

"What one?" Jack asked, looking at the girl. She tilted her head towards the ship, all eyes looked at it. "That one?!" Will nodded towards the still mad Anamaria. Jack bounced on his feet and said, "Aye. That one. What say you?"