Hello, wonderful readers! I would like to thank you all for reading my first PotC story. Bandwagon, ho! I would appreciate it a WHOLE LOT if you REVIEWED my story (hint hint). I'll give you rum and let you borrow Jack for a day! Yes, this is another Jackyou fic. If you want me to change it to JackOC, please tell me in your REVIEW (hint hint). Oh, and give me a name you'd like the character to have, 'cause I stink with names. And, please, help me think up a title! Anyway, please, enjoy and REVIEW (hint hint). Oh, and an appearance in the story to the first person who can tell me who Bill is (easy, easy, easy).
Chapter One: Pirate's Night
"Goodnight, darling," the elderly lady said as she leaned down and kissed the small girl on the forerhead.
"G'night, gramma."
The lady retreated downstairs, and the young girl fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
On the other side of Port Royal, a crew of pirates were getting drunk in a tavern.
"Oy! Tomas!" one of them slurred, "More rum!"
"Sorry, Bill. Can't do that." the barkeep replied, "Ye've used up all yer gold a'ready."
"Aargh... Put it on me tab, then!"
"Can't. Yer tab's topped out."
"Dammit!" he exclaimed. "Mates! We're outta money!" he yelled to the other men in the bar.
"What? We can't be outta money!"
"What're we gonna do now?"
"It ain't even midnight!" came the chorus of angry replies.
Bill thought for a moment, an act which looked painful, and the smiled evilly. "I got a plan! We'll just rob someplace!"
"Aye! Good plan, Bill!"
"What're we waitin' fer? Let's go!"
The young girl was dreaming. Dreaming of fluffy clouds and clean, new dresses, When a sudden, loud noise jolted her into wakefulness.
She gulped, and her eyes traveled slowly, fearfully, up the barrel of the pistol pointed at her head, to a rag-clad skeleton's hand. A skull loomed out of the darkness, and spoke:
"'Ello, poppet."
She screamed.
Chapter One: Pirate's Night
"Goodnight, darling," the elderly lady said as she leaned down and kissed the small girl on the forerhead.
"G'night, gramma."
The lady retreated downstairs, and the young girl fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
On the other side of Port Royal, a crew of pirates were getting drunk in a tavern.
"Oy! Tomas!" one of them slurred, "More rum!"
"Sorry, Bill. Can't do that." the barkeep replied, "Ye've used up all yer gold a'ready."
"Aargh... Put it on me tab, then!"
"Can't. Yer tab's topped out."
"Dammit!" he exclaimed. "Mates! We're outta money!" he yelled to the other men in the bar.
"What? We can't be outta money!"
"What're we gonna do now?"
"It ain't even midnight!" came the chorus of angry replies.
Bill thought for a moment, an act which looked painful, and the smiled evilly. "I got a plan! We'll just rob someplace!"
"Aye! Good plan, Bill!"
"What're we waitin' fer? Let's go!"
The young girl was dreaming. Dreaming of fluffy clouds and clean, new dresses, When a sudden, loud noise jolted her into wakefulness.
She gulped, and her eyes traveled slowly, fearfully, up the barrel of the pistol pointed at her head, to a rag-clad skeleton's hand. A skull loomed out of the darkness, and spoke:
"'Ello, poppet."
She screamed.
