Jack Sparrow Meets Rita Hill
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Please note: I don't own Jack Sparrow. Though I wish I did which is partially why I wrote this story.
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Rita felt something strange. She had a slight intuition that something was wrong. Remembering that she had kidnapped her favorite pirate, Jack Sparrow, and forced him to live against his will in her basement she immediately marched downstairs, groping the railing.
She stormed through the computer room's entrance. When she arrived she was undertaken by horror. Her mouth dropped in utter shock. Her beloved computer was being hogged by that captain himself.
She growled, "Jack, why are you on the computer. It's my turn to use it," she said stamping her foot.
Jack smirked to himself turning his head to face her, "Well, you never told me that, savvy?"
Rita arched her eyebrow in disapproval, "Didn't I specifically tell you that if you're the person who bought the computer you can make up if it's your turn or not," she sighed.
Jack faced the computer again contented with blowing her off, "Must I tell you again," Jack said lazily, "I am a man of me word. And I promised I'd abide to that little rule of yours. Now tell me this, was it you or your parents who bought this device, mate," he grinned.
Rita huffed, "Well, I don't like that rule anymore! How's this one? Every technical device in this house is mine."
Jack nodded approvingly, "But there's an ancient rule that goes way passed you. You ever heard of finder's keepers, lass," he said sharply.
Rita bit her lip, "Yes," she said.
She suddenly came up with a clever scheme to regain her computer. She mischievously smiled as the light bulb lit. Nonetheless, Rita's supposed 'genius plot,' of course consisted of nothing but shoving the captain off the computer chair. She quickly sat down smiling as he propelled to the ground.
Her clover lips expanded into a smile, "That's very true, Sparrow," she huffed, "I found my way to the chair. Now you can sit on the floor. Finder's keepers, loser weepers."
She giggled to herself then facing the computer. Curiously, she clicked into internet explorer and entered her computers history, "And what is it you were doing on here," she asked Jack as he got himself to his feet.
Rita jumped. The computer chirped a deep manly voice which exclaimed 'you got mail.' She inquisitively went into his inbox to search, "Oh, you got mail! The last time I heard that I actually went outside to check the mailbox," she chuckled.
Jack immediately responded, "That's because you're bloody stupid!"
Rita hardly recognized what he had said. Interest had certainly gotten the best of her, "Well, let's just read some of these e-mails, shall we?"
Jack gasped. He slammed his hand onto hers, taking the mouse back into his control, "Don't look at those."
Rita angrily asked, "Why not? I have time. Blues Clues isn't on until another half hour," she sniggered.
Jack fretfully responded, "But imagine what's on now that you're missing," he said.
She gasped in terror. She nearly fainted, "Oh, shit. Your right! I'm missing Spongebob," Rita squealed running to her living room.
Jack could hear the gurgling noises of TV from Rita's living room. He smirked proudly. He was pleased that he had distracted her for now. In relief, he took the mouse into his hand triumphantly and clicked on the new and unopened email. He skimmed it, reading each line in his head:
I'll be over at six to capture Rita. Then you can escape.
-Assassin
Jack smiled swiftly deleting the message.
End.
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Please, review so I can know whether or not I should continue writing this style of stories?
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