I Want My Jar Of Dirt {Starters, Prompts, Roleplay, and rum}

2 | New Ship, New Crew

      Jack was in need for a new ship and crew, again. He was at the local bar wth Gibbs, looking for the crew he needed.
The crew he was looking for had to be vigilant, mischievous, a thief, a liar, and most importantly; someone who doesn't drink all of his rum.
Jack walked around the bar, his boots banging against the ground. He then watched as the people around him either fought, sung terribly, or played cards. Jack pulled a wooden chair from an old, creaky table and stood upon it, needing to get everyone's attention.
He clapped his hands together, in attempt to get everyone to listen to him. Sadly, and obviously, no one listened to him.
"Hey! Everyone! Shut up an' listen fer' one second an' after I'll let ya get back to yer' drinking!" Jack shouted while cupping his hands around his mouth. Everyone quieted down and looked up at Jack. Not everyone liked Jack, some would kill him if they ever got the chance.
"Why should we listen ta' you, Sparr'a ?" A drunken man shouted at Jack. Jack just looked at the man and smirked. He then pulled out a musket and shot it in the air. The silence in the room was filled with a loud Bang. The man jumped and covered his head.
"That's why." Jack responded, simply as he put his musket away in his holster. Jack cleared his throat.
"Now, I'm in need of a new ship and a new crew, anyone know where I can find one?" Jack asked as he eyed the crowd of drunken pirates in front of him. No one said a word.
"I was hoping one of you could be part of me' crew?" Sparrow asked as the crowd snickered at the question. Jack shot a man in the head that was in the crowd with his gun. He watched as blood dropped down his forehead slowly.
The room was dead silent. Then Jack asked for the hundredth time, "Anyone?"

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