A Pirate's Life For Me
Disclaimer: This bitch does not own POTC or Johnny Depp. Or even Orlando Bloom for this matter. I know, it's sad.
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Chapter One
"YO, HO! YO, HO!" I sung at the top of my lungs, taking yet another swig of my rum. "A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME…"
"Oh, god." Julia Zaccuri (a.k.a. Jules) said, shaking her head. "Elizabeth, I think you're drunk."
"Me? *hic* Drunk?!" I demanded, filling in my mug with even more rum. "No, way!"
"Oh, yes you are!" Jules insisted, dragging me off the wooden stool that I was sitting on. "Now let's get outta here before your mom or anyone else finds out."
" I *hic* think that *hic* Johnny Depp's *hic* red *hic* bandana makes me *hic* want to *hic* drink *hic* more rum *hic* on *hic* that island *hic* with him *hic* with *hic* a red bandana *hic* too!"
Jules gave me a skeptical look as if I had been jabbering nonsense all the while.
"Aye, Cap'n I-"
I didn't have the chance to finish my sentence because in about two seconds flat, I passed out, drunk.
***
What the-
It took a while before I realized that I was wearing one of those silk brocade dresses that they wore in the 1700s. God, no wonder it suddenly seemed so hard to breathe.
Judging by the looks of the over-looking pier, which was guarded by a few men in uniform, I figured that I could really be in the 1700s!
Could it be possible that I was in Port Royal itself?! OMG. This is getting insanely weird.
*WHAM! *
"Oh, shit!" I cussed as someone whacked into me really hard. I swear I could've broken a hipbone if it wasn't for this stupid panier that I'm wearing.
"Me deepest apologies, love. Didn't see ye comin' and all."
All I could do was gape at his roguish yet charming man in dreadlocks. It was no doubt that he was indeed, the great Johnny Depp himself! Oh, happy day! I wish Jules were here. Or maybe not.
"You're Johnny Depp!! I so cannot believe that I'm actually seeing you in the flesh!"
He frowned and looked at me at an odd angle. "Name's Cap'n Jack Sparrow, love. Not Depp."
"Oh, right." How could I forget? I mean after all, I was in the 1700s, face to face with the real Jack Sparrow. Not just someone who's trying to be one. "Jack Sparrow,"
"It's CAP'N Jack Sparrow, love."
"Oh, right. I'll try and remember that."
He squinted suspiciously at me. "By the way, ye look awfully familiar, lass. Have I met ye before?"
"Not that I know of,"
"Oh,"
"I-"
"Hey! Stop right there, mate." A pudgy Royal Navy officer called out as he came towards us in his stately uniform, accompanied by a lanky officer.
Jack turned to face the officers. "What seems te be the problem, mate?"
The lanky one crossed his arms across his chest and said, "You've forgotten to-"
"The hell!" The pudgy one cried out, pointing his chubby index finger at Jack. "You're-you're that pirate!"
"'Course, I am." Jack said as if offended.
"Oh, yeah. I remember him now," The lanky one said thoughtfully. "He's Jackie Sprouts! You know, the one who tried to commandeer the Dauntless but to no avail, failed."
"It's Jack Swallow, you idiot."
"Jackie Sprouts!"
"Jack Swallow!"
Jack leaned forward and muttered under his breath, "Let's get outta 'ere before these two gets to plan on doin' anything stupid."
We inched away slowly while the two continued on their idle chatter:
"It's Jack. Not Jackie, you idiot."
"Oh, yeah? How'd you know?"
"Oh, I get it! It's-"
"JACK SPARROW!" The two cried out in unison.
***
"H-Have we lost them?" I asked, gasping for air. Jack and I have been running around in circles, trying to outrun the two officers who had been chasing us around Port Royal after they found out about Jack's outré pursuits of pillage, pilferage and plunder.
"I don't think so," Jack answered as the officers turned around the corner.
"Let's go hide in there!" I suggested as I took sight of a forgery shop named J. Brown nearby. The door was unlocked so we quickly went inside and latched the door shut.
As soon as I was able to regain my composure, I burst-out laughing like a pack of hyenas. Jack eyed me for a second then burst-out laughing too.
"T-That was so fun!" I said in-between giggles.
"Ye mean, runnin' 'round in circles was fun?"
I nodded, smiling.
What he didn't know was that there was a big difference between running around with him, and running around without him. I've never felt so good my entire life!
"It's just-"
"Who the hell are you?!" A voice suddenly demanded out of nowhere.
***
So, so far, whaddya think? Was it good enough or not? R&R please! More fun in the upcoming chaps, I promise!
Disclaimer: This bitch does not own POTC or Johnny Depp. Or even Orlando Bloom for this matter. I know, it's sad.
******
Chapter One
"YO, HO! YO, HO!" I sung at the top of my lungs, taking yet another swig of my rum. "A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME…"
"Oh, god." Julia Zaccuri (a.k.a. Jules) said, shaking her head. "Elizabeth, I think you're drunk."
"Me? *hic* Drunk?!" I demanded, filling in my mug with even more rum. "No, way!"
"Oh, yes you are!" Jules insisted, dragging me off the wooden stool that I was sitting on. "Now let's get outta here before your mom or anyone else finds out."
" I *hic* think that *hic* Johnny Depp's *hic* red *hic* bandana makes me *hic* want to *hic* drink *hic* more rum *hic* on *hic* that island *hic* with him *hic* with *hic* a red bandana *hic* too!"
Jules gave me a skeptical look as if I had been jabbering nonsense all the while.
"Aye, Cap'n I-"
I didn't have the chance to finish my sentence because in about two seconds flat, I passed out, drunk.
***
What the-
It took a while before I realized that I was wearing one of those silk brocade dresses that they wore in the 1700s. God, no wonder it suddenly seemed so hard to breathe.
Judging by the looks of the over-looking pier, which was guarded by a few men in uniform, I figured that I could really be in the 1700s!
Could it be possible that I was in Port Royal itself?! OMG. This is getting insanely weird.
*WHAM! *
"Oh, shit!" I cussed as someone whacked into me really hard. I swear I could've broken a hipbone if it wasn't for this stupid panier that I'm wearing.
"Me deepest apologies, love. Didn't see ye comin' and all."
All I could do was gape at his roguish yet charming man in dreadlocks. It was no doubt that he was indeed, the great Johnny Depp himself! Oh, happy day! I wish Jules were here. Or maybe not.
"You're Johnny Depp!! I so cannot believe that I'm actually seeing you in the flesh!"
He frowned and looked at me at an odd angle. "Name's Cap'n Jack Sparrow, love. Not Depp."
"Oh, right." How could I forget? I mean after all, I was in the 1700s, face to face with the real Jack Sparrow. Not just someone who's trying to be one. "Jack Sparrow,"
"It's CAP'N Jack Sparrow, love."
"Oh, right. I'll try and remember that."
He squinted suspiciously at me. "By the way, ye look awfully familiar, lass. Have I met ye before?"
"Not that I know of,"
"Oh,"
"I-"
"Hey! Stop right there, mate." A pudgy Royal Navy officer called out as he came towards us in his stately uniform, accompanied by a lanky officer.
Jack turned to face the officers. "What seems te be the problem, mate?"
The lanky one crossed his arms across his chest and said, "You've forgotten to-"
"The hell!" The pudgy one cried out, pointing his chubby index finger at Jack. "You're-you're that pirate!"
"'Course, I am." Jack said as if offended.
"Oh, yeah. I remember him now," The lanky one said thoughtfully. "He's Jackie Sprouts! You know, the one who tried to commandeer the Dauntless but to no avail, failed."
"It's Jack Swallow, you idiot."
"Jackie Sprouts!"
"Jack Swallow!"
Jack leaned forward and muttered under his breath, "Let's get outta 'ere before these two gets to plan on doin' anything stupid."
We inched away slowly while the two continued on their idle chatter:
"It's Jack. Not Jackie, you idiot."
"Oh, yeah? How'd you know?"
"Oh, I get it! It's-"
"JACK SPARROW!" The two cried out in unison.
***
"H-Have we lost them?" I asked, gasping for air. Jack and I have been running around in circles, trying to outrun the two officers who had been chasing us around Port Royal after they found out about Jack's outré pursuits of pillage, pilferage and plunder.
"I don't think so," Jack answered as the officers turned around the corner.
"Let's go hide in there!" I suggested as I took sight of a forgery shop named J. Brown nearby. The door was unlocked so we quickly went inside and latched the door shut.
As soon as I was able to regain my composure, I burst-out laughing like a pack of hyenas. Jack eyed me for a second then burst-out laughing too.
"T-That was so fun!" I said in-between giggles.
"Ye mean, runnin' 'round in circles was fun?"
I nodded, smiling.
What he didn't know was that there was a big difference between running around with him, and running around without him. I've never felt so good my entire life!
"It's just-"
"Who the hell are you?!" A voice suddenly demanded out of nowhere.
***
So, so far, whaddya think? Was it good enough or not? R&R please! More fun in the upcoming chaps, I promise!