*still rolling around on the floor*
*a young crew member walks up to me*
Young guy: What are you doing?
Why must everyone ask that? I'm rolling on the floor, what does it look like? *stops rolling*
Young guy: I see. *keeps watching* Hmmmm. I like you! What's your name?
My name is Rianna, and you?
Young guy: I go by Mike.
Mike, hmm that's a nice name. And last?
Mike: Sparrow.
Wait a nose pickin second here. Sparrow, you say. What are you like Jack's son or something? Psh, ha ha.
Mike: Yes actually.
Oh, I'm in the wrong here. I suck. Well I guess my last name is Barbossa, considering Hector is supposedly my father.
Mike: Well then, just to tick our parents off at each other. Wanna be friends? *offers hand shake*
*shakes hand* Friends. What do you know about sea turtles? *locks arms and walks away*
Mike: *laughs* I know enough.
Good for you. *pats on back*
***Meanwhile on the Pearl***
Barbossa: I see ye've neglected to properly take care of me ship.
Jack: What, this? *points to huge hole in the wall* This is ventilating, to clear out the stench of the previous occupant. I'm thinking about putting in French doors actually, I like a bit of cross breeze. *smirks*
*Barbossa glares*
*Gibbs comes in*
Gibbs: I hope you two are aware that your children are "hanging" as they call it.
Jack: Uh no I am not aware of that....
Barbossa: Rianna should know better than to consult with a Sparrow.
Gibbs: *shrugs* Well apparently not.
*Jack and Barbossa run up to deck, racing to get up there*
