Summary: Good grief, what are we doing? Co-written story between Arsinoe Selene and The
Evil Cup of Tea [whose A/Ns will be in brackets]. Major Mary-Sue, please, don't take this
seriously. Flames will be used to make campfire s'mores [or possibly hot dogs]. And laughed at.
Disclaimer: Uh, The Evil Cup of Tea owns the major events, plotline, and most of the ideas [not
really, I stole 'em from other Mary-Sues I've read]. I put it together, but neither one of us own
Will, Elizabeth, or anything related to them. I don't think we even own Nicole, well partially.
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Nicole Mary-Sue Lovelock was wandering about her town, heading in the general
direction of Port Royal.
Her life was tragically tragic. When she was three, her father left her and her mother, and
was presumed dead. The only thing she had to remember him was a gold star pendant with
diamonds surrounding it. And when she was five, her mother was tragically run over in a tragic
carriage accident. She was tragically placed in a foster home, where she would be beaten every
day for undisclosed reasons. When she was twelve she ran away. She lived on the streets until
she was eighteen, when she got a job working for the blacksmith in town.
The forge had no ill effect on her cascading, golden wheat colored hair, which flowed
down to her waist. It also had no effect on her stunning beauty, which was said to have rivaled
Helen of Troy. The owner of the shop, Mr. Grey, affectionately called her Sweet Little Nikki,
for she had a sweet singing voice, and was extremely thin. When she worked, she would often
sing.
Despite her beauty, she was extremely good with a sword, and could beat anyone she
faced. Her eyes were a sparkling sea green, but flecks of different colors appear with her
different moods.
She came across another blacksmith shop, with the name Brown on the side. She had
heard that a very handsome blacksmith worked there. Walking in, she finds a young man just
taking off his cape and hat.
"Hello. May I-" He stopped. His eyes caught on Nicole's beautiful face, and
her cascading, golden wheat colored hair, which flowed down to her waist. Elizabeth is forced
from his mind, and replaced with this new golden wheat haired young lady. She gently puts a
lock of her golden hair behind her ear, and walks down to stand closer to him. A look of
wonder was on her face.
"Hi." She says.
"Hi." He says, trance-like.
"I'm Nicole Lovelock."
"Hi." He says again. She giggles.
"Do you have a name?"
"Yeah."
"Can you tell me?"
"Sure." He breaks out of the trance. "Uh, Will Turner." Her beauty amazes him.
"Really?" This was the blacksmith she had come to see.
"You know, we just met, but it feels like we've known each other-" he pauses, and she
picks up the sentence.
"all our lives." {A/N}
"Yes." He sounds a little uncertain.
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Plotless right now, I know. There is a rather strange plot coming up later, though. [Plotless?!
How dare you say plotless?! It has a plot! Mary-Sue comes to Port Royal, and her tragically
tragic past is explained, and- nevermind.]
A/N- I don't own that portion, from "Hi." to "all our lives." That was in an Angry Beavers
episode.
Evil Cup of Tea [whose A/Ns will be in brackets]. Major Mary-Sue, please, don't take this
seriously. Flames will be used to make campfire s'mores [or possibly hot dogs]. And laughed at.
Disclaimer: Uh, The Evil Cup of Tea owns the major events, plotline, and most of the ideas [not
really, I stole 'em from other Mary-Sues I've read]. I put it together, but neither one of us own
Will, Elizabeth, or anything related to them. I don't think we even own Nicole, well partially.
444444444444
Nicole Mary-Sue Lovelock was wandering about her town, heading in the general
direction of Port Royal.
Her life was tragically tragic. When she was three, her father left her and her mother, and
was presumed dead. The only thing she had to remember him was a gold star pendant with
diamonds surrounding it. And when she was five, her mother was tragically run over in a tragic
carriage accident. She was tragically placed in a foster home, where she would be beaten every
day for undisclosed reasons. When she was twelve she ran away. She lived on the streets until
she was eighteen, when she got a job working for the blacksmith in town.
The forge had no ill effect on her cascading, golden wheat colored hair, which flowed
down to her waist. It also had no effect on her stunning beauty, which was said to have rivaled
Helen of Troy. The owner of the shop, Mr. Grey, affectionately called her Sweet Little Nikki,
for she had a sweet singing voice, and was extremely thin. When she worked, she would often
sing.
Despite her beauty, she was extremely good with a sword, and could beat anyone she
faced. Her eyes were a sparkling sea green, but flecks of different colors appear with her
different moods.
She came across another blacksmith shop, with the name Brown on the side. She had
heard that a very handsome blacksmith worked there. Walking in, she finds a young man just
taking off his cape and hat.
"Hello. May I-" He stopped. His eyes caught on Nicole's beautiful face, and
her cascading, golden wheat colored hair, which flowed down to her waist. Elizabeth is forced
from his mind, and replaced with this new golden wheat haired young lady. She gently puts a
lock of her golden hair behind her ear, and walks down to stand closer to him. A look of
wonder was on her face.
"Hi." She says.
"Hi." He says, trance-like.
"I'm Nicole Lovelock."
"Hi." He says again. She giggles.
"Do you have a name?"
"Yeah."
"Can you tell me?"
"Sure." He breaks out of the trance. "Uh, Will Turner." Her beauty amazes him.
"Really?" This was the blacksmith she had come to see.
"You know, we just met, but it feels like we've known each other-" he pauses, and she
picks up the sentence.
"all our lives." {A/N}
"Yes." He sounds a little uncertain.
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Plotless right now, I know. There is a rather strange plot coming up later, though. [Plotless?!
How dare you say plotless?! It has a plot! Mary-Sue comes to Port Royal, and her tragically
tragic past is explained, and- nevermind.]
A/N- I don't own that portion, from "Hi." to "all our lives." That was in an Angry Beavers
episode.