I don't own Jack or Will. as much as I'd like to own them. oh well! Umm.
yeah, so, don't sue please and oh yeah, Rei's mine. She's me. with a cooler
name! (^_^)
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The wind swept across the flooded decks of the ship as the crew tried desperately to save it and themselves. Time was running out and the storm grew stronger upon them. A large wave came crashing, sweeping half the crew overboard, and leaving those left, coughing on the salty water. Among them, I lay, semi-conscious and soaked through. I gasped as another wave reached over board, slamming me into the mast. All went black for a moment, then, I awoke as I felt a strong grip on my leg, t'was my first-hand mate, Will. I grabbed his hand as one last wave came, sweeping, what was left of the crew off the ship, and into the unforgiving waters of the Caribbean.
"Wow! That's amazing. how'd you ever survive that?" I asked, gaping in awe.
"Well, m'lady, I'm here now and that's all that counts." He said, his long, black dreadlocks, hanging limp at his sides, his beautiful brown eyes, gazing deeply into that of my own. He was amazing, perfect, you might say.
"The Captain never fails to impress me" piped up Will, in whom I hadn't heard from in awhile.
"Aye, but with out my buddy Will, I'd never have made it" said Jack, his perfect lips forming every word smoothly and gracefully. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a strong, tanned chest, enough to make any woman fall in love and fill any man with jealousy and envy.
"So, Will, I simply must ask, why'd you choose the life of a pirate over your beautiful girlfriend, Elizabeth?" I said, worried he might breakdown, but also to curious to not ask about the odd choice. Tragic, as they were such a perfect couple.
"I just didn't feel right, my father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, was a pirate, and so, I felt it was my duty to honour him, Elizabeth simply would not take me as a pirate, so, she fled one night, without notice and I haven't seen her since." He said this with such deepness that without notice, tears had welled at the corner of my eyes.
I yawned abruptly, and then followed it with a sigh and a few words to close up the day "It's been a long day, and I imagine you're quite tired, and so, I reckon it's about time to call it a night, what do you say?"
"I agree," Jack said this and followed it by a quiet, scratchy yawn. "If it's not too much to ask, would you mind leading us to the sleeping quarters?" "You mean the bedrooms?" I asked this, not specifically directing it at either of them. Will answered "indeed, ma'am."
I arose from the couch and led them to the spare room, the cabin was old and the spare room was but two fold out couches and an old dresser drawer. The tired ceiling sagged with old and the walls where painted a dreary grey but it would do them the night. I made the beds and left them to the night.
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The wind swept across the flooded decks of the ship as the crew tried desperately to save it and themselves. Time was running out and the storm grew stronger upon them. A large wave came crashing, sweeping half the crew overboard, and leaving those left, coughing on the salty water. Among them, I lay, semi-conscious and soaked through. I gasped as another wave reached over board, slamming me into the mast. All went black for a moment, then, I awoke as I felt a strong grip on my leg, t'was my first-hand mate, Will. I grabbed his hand as one last wave came, sweeping, what was left of the crew off the ship, and into the unforgiving waters of the Caribbean.
"Wow! That's amazing. how'd you ever survive that?" I asked, gaping in awe.
"Well, m'lady, I'm here now and that's all that counts." He said, his long, black dreadlocks, hanging limp at his sides, his beautiful brown eyes, gazing deeply into that of my own. He was amazing, perfect, you might say.
"The Captain never fails to impress me" piped up Will, in whom I hadn't heard from in awhile.
"Aye, but with out my buddy Will, I'd never have made it" said Jack, his perfect lips forming every word smoothly and gracefully. His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing a strong, tanned chest, enough to make any woman fall in love and fill any man with jealousy and envy.
"So, Will, I simply must ask, why'd you choose the life of a pirate over your beautiful girlfriend, Elizabeth?" I said, worried he might breakdown, but also to curious to not ask about the odd choice. Tragic, as they were such a perfect couple.
"I just didn't feel right, my father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, was a pirate, and so, I felt it was my duty to honour him, Elizabeth simply would not take me as a pirate, so, she fled one night, without notice and I haven't seen her since." He said this with such deepness that without notice, tears had welled at the corner of my eyes.
I yawned abruptly, and then followed it with a sigh and a few words to close up the day "It's been a long day, and I imagine you're quite tired, and so, I reckon it's about time to call it a night, what do you say?"
"I agree," Jack said this and followed it by a quiet, scratchy yawn. "If it's not too much to ask, would you mind leading us to the sleeping quarters?" "You mean the bedrooms?" I asked this, not specifically directing it at either of them. Will answered "indeed, ma'am."
I arose from the couch and led them to the spare room, the cabin was old and the spare room was but two fold out couches and an old dresser drawer. The tired ceiling sagged with old and the walls where painted a dreary grey but it would do them the night. I made the beds and left them to the night.