Word Count: 130
Rating: PG (some swearing)
Genre: Drunken ramblings
Summary: Jack's drunk and thinking about Barbossa's betrayal.
Disclaimer: The Mouse owns all. I'm not getting paid for this.
Spoilers: Probably somewhere in the middle of the first movie or before, and only spoilers for CotBP.
Warnings: Many many fragmented sentences. Unbeta'd.
Notes: Never actually done a challenge before, and this is the second fic I've written in several months. Sort of free-thought-flow.
Damn that man. Absolutely no respect for - thingy whatsit - for authority, that's it. Or too much respect. Wants to be authority. I'm authority. Wants to be me. No, no, not right. Wants to be a captain. Wants my ship. Has my ship. Stole my ship. Damn him. Stole my ship, my ship what I'm captain of. Stole somethin' else too. Thingy. Important thingy. Heart. That's it. Stole my bloody heart. And my ship. Ship and heart. Won't ever give 'em back, he won't. Have to take it back. Take my ship back. Take my ship back and kill the bastard. Kill the bloody mutinying bastard, so's I can finally forget him and get on with my bloody life. There. Glad that's settled. Now where can I find some more rum?