The palace was coated head to toe in fancy paintings and all other sorts of fancy doodads and baubles. The redcoats held Jack between their arms, and drug he and (Y/n) to a large hall, with an equally large table covered in fancy foods. They chained Jack and (Y/n) to separate chairs, placing them only a bit of feet away from the table. They departed, and closed the door behind them. Jack looked to a nearby balcony, while (Y/n) was listening to some horses trotting outside. Jack's gaze fell upon some crème buns, and he cleared his throat to catch (Y/n)'s attention. The two looked at the pastries on a golden tray, and began to slowly nudge their way towards them, grunting silently. They were about to grab them, but a fleet of redcoats barged in, halting their progress. Jack looked up, to see a pastry he kicked impaled on the root of the fancy golden chandelier. Two men in greenish-blue suits, accompanied by a portly, rotund man in a golden robe with a large white wig, entered. The portly man sat in the fancy chair apart from the two, while the other two men stood.
"You are Jack Sparrow and (Y/n)?" Said one of the green-suited men.
"There should be a 'Captain' hidden in there, somewhere." Jack said, grinning and twitching his eyebrows.
"And a 'The Ghost of Sparta' for me." (Y/n) said, scowling at the rotund man.
"I've heard of you two. And you know who I am." Said the rotund man.
"Face is familiar, have we threatened you before?" Jack said, raising an eyebrow.
"You remind me of a king from my home. Minos, he was called." Said (Y/n), smiling in fondness of the memory.
"You two are in the presence of George Augustus, Duke of Brunswick-Luneburg, Arch-treasurer, and Prince-elector of the Holy Roman Empire, King of Great Britain, Ireland, and of you." Another green-jacketed man said quickly.
"Doesn't ring a bell." Jack and (Y/n) chorused.
"I am informed, that you have come to London to procure a crew for your ship." The portly man said.
"Vicious rumor, not true." Jack said, waving his hands in emphasis.
"Then you lied to me, when you told me you were Jack Sparrow and (Y/n)." The King said.
"We are Jack Sparrow and (Y/n), but we aren't here to procure a crew. That is... someone else." Jack said, waving his bonded hands about.
"Ah. Someone else named Jack Sparrow and (Y/n). You've brought me the wrong wastrels. Find the proper two, and dispose of these impostors." The king said.
"Ah tatatata, hang on a minute. We are Jack Sparrow and (Y/n), the two and only, and we are in London." Jack said as he and (Y/n) shook their chains loudly.
"To procure a crew. To undertake a voyage to the Fountain... Will someone please remove these infernal chains?" The king said, annoyed. Four red coats came to unshackle Jack and (Y/n), but the other two retreated, upon seeing (Y/n) effortlessly snap his wrists from his chains.
"Come, come." Jack said as the other two redcoats unchained his wrists. He and (Y/n) rose.
"We know you're in possession of the map." Said one green-jacketed man.
"So confiscate the map, and to the gallows with those two!" Said the other greenback.
"Have you a map?" The king asked. Jack reached into his side, and felt nothing. He looked at (Y/n), who was halfway through his bag of holding. He shook his head, signifying that no map was on him either.
"No." The two chorused again.
"Where is it?" Said a greenback.
"The truth? He lost it." Jack said, pointing to (Y/n)."Quite recently, in fact." (Y/n) gave Jack a light smack on his chest.
"I have a report. The Spanish have located the Fountain of Youth. I will NOT, have some MELANCHOLY SPANISH MONARCH, A CATHOLIC, GAIN ETERNAL LIFE!" The king said, slamming his fist on the table to emphasize his sentence. Unbeknownst to him, however, Jack had tried to snag a strawberry as the king slammed his hand during his rant. He snagged one, and popped it into his mouth. (Y/n) snagged a small bundle of olives, and snacked on them as Jack and the other men continued.
"You do know the way to the Fountain?" Said a greenback.
"Of course we do. Look at us." Jack said as he took another seat. (Y/n) nodded, for his mouth was too full to speak.
"You could guide an expedition." Another greenback said.
"With your permission, your heinie, you will be providing then, a ship..." Jack said before he threw a napkin behind him. "...and a crew?" He said as (Y/n) finished his olive bundle.
"And a captain." The king said, gesturing towards a nearby door. A rhythmic thumping was heard as it got closer and closer. A man with a British Navy coat and hat, a crutch, and a wooden leg strode in, and curtseyed the king.
"Afternoon, sire." He said as Jack eyed him in surprise. "If I may be so bold, why are those men not in chains? They must be manacled at once." The man said, striding towards Jack and (Y/n).
"At the center of my palace? Hardly." The king said.
"Hector." Jack said, before (Y/n) interrupted him.
"That's Barbossa? The one rival who's never seemed to stay away?" (Y/n) asked, curiously. Jack rolled his eyes.
"Yes, that Barbossa." He turned his attention back towards Barbossa. "How nice to see a fellow pirate make good of himself." Jack said, sarcastically.
"Pirate? Nay, privateer. On a sanctioned mission under the authority and protection of the Crown." He said as he twiddled his wig.
"As may be, but first, what has become of my beloved Pearl?" Jack asked impatiently.
"I lost the Pearl, as I lost my leg." Hector said before he displayed his wooden limb on the table.
"Lost the Pearl?" Jack said in disarray.
"Aye. I defended her mightily enough, but she be sunk nonetheless." Barbossa said as he put his foot down. Suddenly, Jack and (Y/n) lunged at the table, (Y/n) only recoiling after remembering what happened last time he let anger control him. Jack, however, had to be restrained by two redcoats.
"If that ship be sunk properly, you should be sunk with it." Jack said, venomously.
"Captain Barbossa, each second we tarry, the Spanish outdistance us. I have every confidence you will prevail and be rewarded with the high station you so desire." The king said, trying to ease the very thick tensions.
"To serve doth suffice, sire." Barbossa said, no doubt lying through his teeth.
"You, sir, have stooped." Jack said in embarrassment.
"Jack, our sands be all but run. Where's the harm in joining the winning side? And you do meet a nicer class of person." Hector said, smugly.
"I understand everything. Except that wig." Jack said, before he elbowed the two redcoats in the gut. They tried to fire their muskets at he and (Y/n), but Jack aimed them at the chandelier's main hanging beam, and (Y/n) snapped them like twigs. The chandelier began to sway from left to right. (Y/n) reached into his bag of holding, pulled out his Blades of Chaos, and threw one at the chandelier, landing in it. He pulled Jack and himself upwards, and made it to the other balcony via momentum and Jack's phenomenal improvisation. Jack snagged the crème bun from the chandelier, took a bite and ran after (Y/n).
"They escaped?" The king asked Barbossa.
"Leave it to me, sire." Barbossa said, while the king gave him a grin and a double thumbs-up.
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Pirates of The Caribbean: On Stranger Tides (Kratos Reader)
ActionAfter sailing away from Greece, you met a pirate named Jack Sparrow. Taken by his funky mannerisms, you became his closest companion, and began to sail wherever the wind took you. Until the captain is accused of securing a team for an expedition to...
