Okay then, this is going to be a Jack SparrowOc story. Can't figure out a good enough name but..yeah.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean 1, 2, or 3, but Burgandy is MINE!
I glared evilly at the ignorant pirate-scum loaded me into the life boat. I didn't go so willingly, though. One of the buffoons tried to make a grab at my ass and he got a nasty jab in the gut by my elbow. Served the ugly brute right; trying to touch a woman when she does not want it.
"You'd better start cooperating, lass, or we may have to get physical on ye." said a tall, scraggly man from behind their hoard. "We be commandeering this here vessel and no mere wench will be gettin' in our way."
"Oh, go ahead and jump into a whirlpool why don't you!" I growled, kicking at another grabby crewmember. The man chuckled and soon the whole crew was in fits of laughter.
"Ye be talkin' to the new captain of ole Storm Chaser, Captain Shanks Noon." He laughed. Then he signaled for them to lower the boat and it fell to the sea below with a splash of salt water.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with an answer, you babbling baboon's arse!" I called up at them as the small boat was pulled away from the ship by the strong current. Even when they were almost too far away to see I could still hear their laughter and jeering.
"Might as well do something as I wait to die out here but what? Oh, I know! One hundred bottles of rum on the wall, one hundred bottles of rum! Take one down and pass it around, ninety-nine bottles of rum on the wall!"
"One bottle of rum on the wall, one bottle of rum…take one down and pass it around, zero fucking bottles of rum on the wall." I grumbled. I lay there, in the bottom of the life boat, curled up and trying not to get baked by hot Caribbean sun. "Okay, about seven hours have passed of rum and walls, so now I'm officially bored out of my mind. I even think my hair has turned slightly blond from all of the sunlight shining down on it."
I scrunched my body even closer together and squinted at the stringy strands of my hair and gasped in wonder. I had been right - my hair was slightly blonde! It used to be a nice maroon color - hence my name, Burgandy - and now my beautifully unique tresses were turning the color of sand!
"Well fan-fucking-tastic, I'll have to do something about this quickly or I'll soon be able to blend in with the dunes of that beach over there - Wait, a beach?!" I sat up and peered into the horizon and saw that my mumbled words had been correct. A large island loomed over the ocean that seemed to have swallowed up my hopes of any hope of survival. Well, that was about to change. I squealed happily on the inside and quickly began to paddle the boat with my arms, though, I probably should've known it would take forever with that tactic.
Short, but I like it! I think this is going to be a good story, don't you? Tell me what you think in a review! The little purple button in the lower left hand corner calls to you! Go to it!
-LDE