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drunkenpandaren) wrote2009-08-14 01:19 am
drunkenpandaren) wrote2009-08-14 01:19 am
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I'm not Mad
About being Banned from Dive.
HOWEVER? This is my final huzzah. It started with Jack and ends with Jack.
Cheers.
Jack woke to the smell of the sea.
While it wasn’t uncommon since the Cove was well under the waters of Axoryi, the cool sea breeze made him wonder just what was up.
Opening one eye, and then another, he sat up to the cries of “He’s awake!” followed by a resounding cheer from the assembled crew of the Pearl.
Clearly befuddled, Jack called out, “Mr. Gibbs?!” only to get two answers: one from his digimon partner and the other from the portly man whom he used to associate the name with. Both of them gave each other a look before the human said, “Captain! You’ve been gone a long time!”
“I ‘ave an’ I though’ it’be longer,” muttered out Jack through the taste in his mouth. “Did you blaggards drug and knock me out?!”
“Had to Captain,” said Norrington. “Orders from on high. Tia actually.”
Jack paused. “I thought she couldn’t contact us no more?”
“She contacted one of us,” replied El Grande. “Marty actually before he was whisked back into Susan’s home.”
“That makes one of us not confused,” muttered Jack. “Mr. Gibbs?”
“Aye Captain?” the pair chorused and Jack singled out the human. “Mr. Gibbs, where is me ship?”
“Er, Barbossa has it. Has HAD it for a year and a half. Um, Captain? What ARE these strange people?”
“Dey be Digimon,” purred a voice and the ranks parted like a squall before Tia Dalma. She brushed by them and grinned. “Witty Jack, you be home again once more. And bringing friends from another world?”
“Well not like I had a choice. You did this?” inquired Jack.
“Had to. The gods of de udda world be sending you home soon, so we brought you here. You and dis fine crew, who sail to the End of the World to bring you home again on a barge.”
Tia turned to them. “De balance of power be shifted, an’ digimon lends their power to help us now. However, you be needin’ a ship.”
“Kind of hard to do when that ruddy oaf Barbossa has it,” grumbled Jack.
“Ah yes. Fer that, I resurrect your love.”
Gesturing to the sea, it churned violently as an explosion rocked the landscape, and then quickly folded in on itself, reforging it self brilliant and new. Gibbs, the human, gaped and proclaimed, “Sweet Mary Mother of God!”
Soon the Black Pearl stood there and Jack hesitantly stepped onto it. “Does it…?”
“It does,” purred Tia. “An’ wit’ all of dem cores you be wantin’. I bring it back, so that dey show your power as the Lord of de Caribbean. What you say Jack Sparrow? Fly de banner for me an’ your crew?”
Jack considered it. And then, barked orders. “ALL HANDS TO STATIONS, TRIM THE TOPSAILS, PREPARE TO SHOVE OFF! THAT INCLUDES YOU MR. GIBBS!”
Gibbs hurried on as digimon hurried on. Jack grinned at his friend. “You may want to hold on mate,” he said before slotting the ignition key into the engine.
Gibbs was about to ask what the key did when the engines roared to life, the protective barrier went up and the sails caught wind. The Pearl soared into the sky and Jack laughed. Free! Free of whatever ailed him. It was time to show the world what his crew could do.
And the first thing to do was to find Barbossa. And proclaim “My ship can fly, yours cannot! Nyah nyah nyah nyah!”
HOWEVER? This is my final huzzah. It started with Jack and ends with Jack.
Cheers.
Jack woke to the smell of the sea.
While it wasn’t uncommon since the Cove was well under the waters of Axoryi, the cool sea breeze made him wonder just what was up.
Opening one eye, and then another, he sat up to the cries of “He’s awake!” followed by a resounding cheer from the assembled crew of the Pearl.
Clearly befuddled, Jack called out, “Mr. Gibbs?!” only to get two answers: one from his digimon partner and the other from the portly man whom he used to associate the name with. Both of them gave each other a look before the human said, “Captain! You’ve been gone a long time!”
“I ‘ave an’ I though’ it’be longer,” muttered out Jack through the taste in his mouth. “Did you blaggards drug and knock me out?!”
“Had to Captain,” said Norrington. “Orders from on high. Tia actually.”
Jack paused. “I thought she couldn’t contact us no more?”
“She contacted one of us,” replied El Grande. “Marty actually before he was whisked back into Susan’s home.”
“That makes one of us not confused,” muttered Jack. “Mr. Gibbs?”
“Aye Captain?” the pair chorused and Jack singled out the human. “Mr. Gibbs, where is me ship?”
“Er, Barbossa has it. Has HAD it for a year and a half. Um, Captain? What ARE these strange people?”
“Dey be Digimon,” purred a voice and the ranks parted like a squall before Tia Dalma. She brushed by them and grinned. “Witty Jack, you be home again once more. And bringing friends from another world?”
“Well not like I had a choice. You did this?” inquired Jack.
“Had to. The gods of de udda world be sending you home soon, so we brought you here. You and dis fine crew, who sail to the End of the World to bring you home again on a barge.”
Tia turned to them. “De balance of power be shifted, an’ digimon lends their power to help us now. However, you be needin’ a ship.”
“Kind of hard to do when that ruddy oaf Barbossa has it,” grumbled Jack.
“Ah yes. Fer that, I resurrect your love.”
Gesturing to the sea, it churned violently as an explosion rocked the landscape, and then quickly folded in on itself, reforging it self brilliant and new. Gibbs, the human, gaped and proclaimed, “Sweet Mary Mother of God!”
Soon the Black Pearl stood there and Jack hesitantly stepped onto it. “Does it…?”
“It does,” purred Tia. “An’ wit’ all of dem cores you be wantin’. I bring it back, so that dey show your power as the Lord of de Caribbean. What you say Jack Sparrow? Fly de banner for me an’ your crew?”
Jack considered it. And then, barked orders. “ALL HANDS TO STATIONS, TRIM THE TOPSAILS, PREPARE TO SHOVE OFF! THAT INCLUDES YOU MR. GIBBS!”
Gibbs hurried on as digimon hurried on. Jack grinned at his friend. “You may want to hold on mate,” he said before slotting the ignition key into the engine.
Gibbs was about to ask what the key did when the engines roared to life, the protective barrier went up and the sails caught wind. The Pearl soared into the sky and Jack laughed. Free! Free of whatever ailed him. It was time to show the world what his crew could do.
And the first thing to do was to find Barbossa. And proclaim “My ship can fly, yours cannot! Nyah nyah nyah nyah!”
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Though I think Xanatos may have had the last laugh.
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