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Chapter 1: Did I do that?
Anamaria scowled at the sky. "Quite frankly, I have no idea where we are. That storm has blown us so far off course that I don't even know if we're still in the Caribbean. Mr. Gibbs! Go wake the captain!"
Mr. Gibbs obediently trotted over to a door and knocked. On the door was a gold name plate with the words "Captain Jack Sparrow" engraved on it. "Wake up Cap'n!" shouted Gibbs, "Anamaria's gone and thrown all the rum overboard!"
A sudden crash sounded from with in the cabin, and a long stream of curse words floated out. "Mutiny!" screamed Cap'n Jack as he stumbled out from his cabin. "Anamaria! Why is all the rum gone?" he whined as he dejectedly sat on a barrel and placed his head in his hands. "You're like that bloody Elizabeth all over again."
"I heard that." A tart voice sounded above Jack's lowered head.
Jack sighed heavily and slowly raised his head to look at Elizabeth. "I never doubted that you would lass. Where's that husband of yours anyway? It's much too early for the two of you to be up, and out of bed. Savvy?" He gave her a sly wink and a generous leer.
She reached back, as thought to smack him, and Jack leaped off the barrel and over to the wheel. "Where's my rum?" Jack asked Anamaria in an ominous tone.
"Right where it's always been Captain. You were just sitting on it." Anamaria innocently replied.
"Oh God," Jack groaned. "Between you and Elizabeth I'll have no more rum left. Gibbs! Report! How much did they throw over?"
Mr. Gibbs bowed his head in sorrow and gave his daily rum report. "I'm afraid the heathens got the barrel we hid in the kitchen sir. Fortunately for us, the cask on the starboard side is mostly intact. They tried to dump it during the changing of the guard, but I saw them. Your hidden stash is safe as always…at least…I think it is. Since none of us can remember where exactly you hid it, it stands to reason that they couldn't have found it either. That is the day's rum report Cap'n."
"Heathens! Why you little! Gibbs! Get back here Gibbs!" But all Elizabeth's screeching was to no avail. As soon as she had raised her voice, Gibbs had taken off running, and she knew from experience that there was no catching him. So, denied of her prey, she went off in search of other members of the crew to torture, passing Will along the way. "Heathens!" she shouted to him, and stomped off.
Will stopped, looked after her in his bemused way, and then headed straight for Jack. "Well Jack, Gibbs is up the mast again. He looks really scared this time. There's no way I'm going up after him. Besides, it's your turn."
"It's Captain Jack, and I say we leave him there for a while. It'll do him good. Besides, I want to see what happens when Elizabeth finds him." Jack gave and evil grin, and began to sing. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me…"
Before he could finish his song, there came a commotion from mid-ship. "That didn't take long," Jack mused. "She must have followed him."
The two gave each other an amused look, and sprinted to the mast. Sure enough, there they found Elizabeth, yelling at a man who was desperately trying to hang on to one of the cross beams connected to the mast.
"Come down you coward! A heathen am I? Well, I'll show you how heathens deal with insulting, drunken men!" With that, Elizabeth grabbed an axe off the deck and proceeded to hack at the mast.
"Noooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Captain Jack Sparrow yelled at the top of his voice. "Not the mast! Damn you woman!"
Jack jumped at Elizabeth, as all the crew watched in amazed horror. Despite much biting, kicking, hair pulling, and the like, Jack managed to wrestle the axe away from Elizabeth. Will restrained her with Anamaria's help, and Cotton relieved Jack of the axe.
"Much obliged for the help Cap'n." Gibbs said solemnly. "I think I might stay up here for a while if you don't mind though, at least until she calms down some. Cap'n! Cap'n! I see land!"
Just as Gibbs spoke, a cry of "Land ho!" was heard from the crow's nest.
Everyone rushed to the rail, to peer over the water. The 'land' was in fact a small island. It looked like any other island in the Caribbean, except for the fact that, out of the water surrounding the island poked several dozen masts. The water surrounding the island was some sort of a ships graveyard.
"Anamaria! Get to the wheel! I don't like the look of this place. Get us out of here, savvy?" Jack shouted.
Anamaria nodded and ran for the wheel.
"Blast it all Gibbs! Get down here! On the double man!" Jack ordered.
Gibbs nodded, and tried to climb to the mast, so he could get down, but as soon as he moved there was a sharp cracking sound, and the entire mast started to lean. Everyone jumped out of the way as the mast came crashing down onto the deck. Gibbs stood up, brushed himself off, and stated "Like I always say, its bad luck to have a woman on board."
Elizabeth went even paler than usual, and a faint sound escaped her lips. "Oops."
Author's Note:
I'm sorry this chapter is so short. It's my first attempt at writing a story. Please let me know what you think, and how I can get better. Um…in case I didn't explain it that well…Anamaria and Elizabeth are now great friends. Elizabeth has managed to convince Anamaria that rum is a "vile drink". Thus, for the good of the ship, they are attempting to get rid of all the rum. To prevent this, Jack has guards stationed around the rum, but as shown in the chapter, the guards can't always save the rum.
I have no practice with talking like a pirate, so I will apologize now for all the times in the future that Jack (et al) don't sound like pirates.
Quote of the Chapter: One out of four people in this country is mentally unbalanced. Think of your three closest friends; if they seem okay, then you're the one. –Ann Landers