mnt_mike: (Plotting)
[personal profile] mnt_mike
Jack may think he's being all slick with his hasty retreat from the Baseball Bash, but what he doesn't realize is that he's being watched.

And watched closely.

One might even say stalked, if it were actually possible for a retired ninja in a bright orange Hawaiian print shirt to stalk someone.
Then again, if any retired ninja could do it, that retired ninja'd be Mike.

Date: 2009-09-21 04:09 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (bring me that horizon)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
He's humming as he strolls along, headed in the direction of the Caribbean inlet.

All things considered, Jack Sparrow looks entirely pleased with the world and his current place in it.

Date: 2009-09-21 04:26 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (are you sure you want to do that?)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
He stops.

Still with his back to Mike, Jack mutters,

"Should have kept back some of the rum."

A second later he swings round, hands spread and smiling wickedly as he faces the other man.

"'Course you can, mate. Seems as you just had seven, savvy?"

Date: 2009-09-21 04:39 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (wary)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"Parlay?" Jack blinks at him.

A beat.

"Didn't know you were French."

Date: 2009-09-21 04:47 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (negotiating)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"Ah."

Jack eyes him for a second or two longer, then shrugs.

"Parlay it is, mate. Under the Code?"

Date: 2009-09-21 05:01 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (negotiating)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
Gold glints from a tooth as he grins.

"The Code of the Brethren, savvy? Set down by Morgan and Bartholomew. The part what's important for parlay is the one that says no one's to harm anyone else until the negotiations are complete."

A beat.

"More like guidelines when it comes to negotiating with ninjas, though."

Date: 2009-09-21 05:10 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (wary)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
A smile like that's not usually ever meant anything good in Jack's experience, and his own look just gets more wary in response.

"Indeed."

He gestures grandly with one hand. The other's resting on his belt, comfortably in reach of his pistol.

"Carry on, then."

Date: 2009-09-21 05:20 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (are you sure you want to do that?)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"We have?"

Beat.

"I mean, we have!"

Jack cocks his head to one side, beaded braids clicking quietly as he does.

"... haven't we?"

Date: 2009-09-21 05:36 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (looking at maps)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
He eyes the paper warily for a second, then accepts the sheet and looks down at it.

Jack tilts his head further to the side.

Then to the other side.

"That's very interesting."

He turns the paper upside down and studies it from that direction.

"Doesn't seem to work--"

Jack turns it over, then lifts it up and looks at it with the light shining through it, then finally lowers it and offers it back to Mike, shaking his head."

"It's no good, mate. 'Fraid it's like no other map I've ever seen; not likely I'll be able to decipher it for you to find what it is as you're looking for there."

Date: 2009-09-21 05:48 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (now that's interesting)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"Ah."

Jack examines the circle for a second or two, then looks up again.

"Interesting. Where did he say as he found it?"

Date: 2009-09-21 06:00 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (now that's interesting)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
For a very long moment, Jack doesn't move or say anything at all.



And then he shakes his head.

"... mate, you're even more daft than I am, and that's saying a lot."

Date: 2009-09-23 03:14 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (in the green)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
Jack stares at Mike in horror for all of three seconds before yelping,

"No we're not!"

Date: 2009-09-23 03:51 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (now wait just a minute mate)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"No, we're not!" Jack insists. He waves both hands wildly at Mike.

"You're-- you're a -- you can't be carrying, mate, there's nowhere for it to fit!"

Date: 2009-09-30 02:59 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (alarmed)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
A horrified look spreads across his face, and Jack starts backing away from Mike, both hands held out now as if to fend him off.

His mouth is moving, but no words are coming out.

Date: 2009-10-04 01:20 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (alarmed)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
Beads rattle with some violence as he shakes his head, trying to clear it.

"I'm -- I'm to be father to-- to--"

Words fail him, as he's struck by fresh horror.

"... and you're to be the mum?"

Date: 2009-10-04 02:10 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (are you sure you want to do that?)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
"A--"

Finally, something seems to sink through the haze of shock (and not a little rum from before this conversation began).


"... it's ... "



"... so it's to be the lass's little one then, aye?" Jack's face twists into an expression that's wry and flabbergasted and resigned all at once. "S'pose a lady what's a bar as well has to seize the opportune moment for all sorts of things when it comes round to begin with."

Date: 2009-10-06 03:03 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (are you sure you want to do that?)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
Jack nods, setting beaded locks to swinging once more.





"... so when's the event to be, mate?"

Date: 2009-10-10 03:27 am (UTC)
pirate_jack: (why is the rum always gone?)
From: [personal profile] pirate_jack
He nods again, then shakes his head, then tries to do both at once.


"I need more rum."

Profile

mnt_mike: (Default)
Michaelangelo

December 2013

S M T W T F S
1234567
891011121314
15161718192021
22232425 262728
293031    

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 26th, 2017 07:31 am
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios