The Woes of Mister Cotton
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
861
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Woes of Mister Cotton
Disclaimer - I don't own any of it. Nor do I profit from it. Nor would I want to in the case of this particular story.
A/N - Please do not take this as a serious attempt at a fic. That sounds bad, but I swear, it's true. Maybe I should explain why this story came to be. In the forums, there's a poll. And I so meant to click Will as my favorite character. But my lame ass picked the parrot. Thus ensued much laughter and the talk of a fic. Here is the first installment. Feel free to tell me how much it stinks, cause lordy I agree! But Anyway, here it is.
Chapter 1
Mister Cotton was scared.
He had looked everywhere. His parrot was nowhere to be found. The bird had been wandering off, well flying off, more and more lately. Mister Cotton at first had thought nothing of it, but now he was gone for longer and longer stretches of time. It worried him to no end. Without that bird, he was lost. He had to find him.
Mister Cotton’s shoulders felt unbalanced without the bird, and he seemed to limp more than he usually did as he paced the decks. Jack walked over to him and looked him in the eye squinting.
“Did you get a haircut?” He asked.
Cotton shook his head. He opened his mouth, but shut it again at Jack’s cringe. Damn this half a tongue! He flapped his arms wildly, his mouth opening and closing.
“MAN OVERBOARD?!” Jack cried. “Well why didn’t you say so?!”
Immediately men ran to the rails and looked over into the water. Ropes were readied and shouts were heard all over the ship. A few minutes of confusion passed, and gradually all eyes went back to Jack. There was no man in the water.
Jack looked one last time and turned back to Cotton. “What do ‘ye mean by that?! Throwing me ship inta panic! Scurvy dog!” He yelled to Cotton.
Cotton shook his head, pointing to his shoulder, but no one looked at him. They went about their business, muttering under their breath.
Mister Cotton shrugged off most of the glares he received and decieded that none in the vicinity would be of any help to him in finding his parrot. He limped off to his bunk and settled down on his cot. He was lost without his parrot. He pulled a flask out from under his small pile of things and took a swig of the bitter rum it contained. He laid back on his cot and was startled when a roll pf paper fell to the floor.
It was a parchment, sealed with a crest that he had never seen before. He gingerly pulled the paper open and gasped. He took another swig of his rum and shoved the paper under his pillow. The one sentence had jolted him.
“I know what your parrot did last night.” Was what it said in a bold script that was unfamiliar to him. But his parrot had been missing from last night!
Mister Cotton was scared.
A/N - Please do not take this as a serious attempt at a fic. That sounds bad, but I swear, it's true. Maybe I should explain why this story came to be. In the forums, there's a poll. And I so meant to click Will as my favorite character. But my lame ass picked the parrot. Thus ensued much laughter and the talk of a fic. Here is the first installment. Feel free to tell me how much it stinks, cause lordy I agree! But Anyway, here it is.
Chapter 1
Mister Cotton was scared.
He had looked everywhere. His parrot was nowhere to be found. The bird had been wandering off, well flying off, more and more lately. Mister Cotton at first had thought nothing of it, but now he was gone for longer and longer stretches of time. It worried him to no end. Without that bird, he was lost. He had to find him.
Mister Cotton’s shoulders felt unbalanced without the bird, and he seemed to limp more than he usually did as he paced the decks. Jack walked over to him and looked him in the eye squinting.
“Did you get a haircut?” He asked.
Cotton shook his head. He opened his mouth, but shut it again at Jack’s cringe. Damn this half a tongue! He flapped his arms wildly, his mouth opening and closing.
“MAN OVERBOARD?!” Jack cried. “Well why didn’t you say so?!”
Immediately men ran to the rails and looked over into the water. Ropes were readied and shouts were heard all over the ship. A few minutes of confusion passed, and gradually all eyes went back to Jack. There was no man in the water.
Jack looked one last time and turned back to Cotton. “What do ‘ye mean by that?! Throwing me ship inta panic! Scurvy dog!” He yelled to Cotton.
Cotton shook his head, pointing to his shoulder, but no one looked at him. They went about their business, muttering under their breath.
Mister Cotton shrugged off most of the glares he received and decieded that none in the vicinity would be of any help to him in finding his parrot. He limped off to his bunk and settled down on his cot. He was lost without his parrot. He pulled a flask out from under his small pile of things and took a swig of the bitter rum it contained. He laid back on his cot and was startled when a roll pf paper fell to the floor.
It was a parchment, sealed with a crest that he had never seen before. He gingerly pulled the paper open and gasped. He took another swig of his rum and shoved the paper under his pillow. The one sentence had jolted him.
“I know what your parrot did last night.” Was what it said in a bold script that was unfamiliar to him. But his parrot had been missing from last night!
Mister Cotton was scared.