Chapter One The Jack Problem
Elizabeth Swann woke up in the middle of the night, sweating. Summer Vacation. The words reveberated through her brain. Enough to make her laugh, cry and vomit, in that particular order. She checked her alarm clock. 3:32. Drat. LATER "Morning, Will," Elizabeth said, drawing the curtains. From the bottom bunk she heard a groan. "Urk. It's too bright," he muttered, extracting his copy of Harry Potter from under his pillow. "Oh, that must be the reason why my pillow was so hard last night," Will said as he chucked the book across the room. "Ow," Elizabeth yelled. "That was my NOSE!!! And get your butt out of bed and go choke down a few stale Poptarts. I gotta shovel away the huge pile of laundry you dumped on the floor." At that moment a girl came into the room. Her name was Morwenna. She was tall, skinny, and had dark hair and a major attitude problem. "I heard shouting," she singsonged. "Liz, if you broke up with him, I'll take him!" With that, something vaguely booklike came flying across the room. "He tried that one on me already," said Liz, smirking. "He gave me a nosebleed." From a corner of the room, the two girls heard a yell. "DID NOT!" "DID TOO!" "DID NOT!" "DID- oh, forget it." Will emerged from the shouting match the victor. "And you actually think you won the argument?" Morwenna said as she headed for the kitchen. It was a disaster. Piles of dirty dishes lay in the sink, which was half filled with gray-brown, scummy water. Wrappers and cans were artfully strewn on the linoleum, and Morwenna decided, that since Jack made the mess... "SPARROW, GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" she roared, marveling at her own lung power. "Yeah, yeah, okay," Jack said,entering the kitchen. "I'll clean..." Five minutes later, Will, Liz, AnaMaria, and Morwenna sat eating Poptarts and watching Lord of the Rings: The Sitcom, while Jack was scrubbing dishes and complaining loudly. "Takes years to get the scum off," he moaned as he squirted half the bottle of dish soap onto a large casserole dish. "Sparrow, shut up," Liz retorted. "But, I – "Shut up!" Liz slapped him across the face, at which point he fainted from overwork. End of Chapter 1
Elizabeth Swann woke up in the middle of the night, sweating. Summer Vacation. The words reveberated through her brain. Enough to make her laugh, cry and vomit, in that particular order. She checked her alarm clock. 3:32. Drat. LATER "Morning, Will," Elizabeth said, drawing the curtains. From the bottom bunk she heard a groan. "Urk. It's too bright," he muttered, extracting his copy of Harry Potter from under his pillow. "Oh, that must be the reason why my pillow was so hard last night," Will said as he chucked the book across the room. "Ow," Elizabeth yelled. "That was my NOSE!!! And get your butt out of bed and go choke down a few stale Poptarts. I gotta shovel away the huge pile of laundry you dumped on the floor." At that moment a girl came into the room. Her name was Morwenna. She was tall, skinny, and had dark hair and a major attitude problem. "I heard shouting," she singsonged. "Liz, if you broke up with him, I'll take him!" With that, something vaguely booklike came flying across the room. "He tried that one on me already," said Liz, smirking. "He gave me a nosebleed." From a corner of the room, the two girls heard a yell. "DID NOT!" "DID TOO!" "DID NOT!" "DID- oh, forget it." Will emerged from the shouting match the victor. "And you actually think you won the argument?" Morwenna said as she headed for the kitchen. It was a disaster. Piles of dirty dishes lay in the sink, which was half filled with gray-brown, scummy water. Wrappers and cans were artfully strewn on the linoleum, and Morwenna decided, that since Jack made the mess... "SPARROW, GET YOUR BUTT DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" she roared, marveling at her own lung power. "Yeah, yeah, okay," Jack said,entering the kitchen. "I'll clean..." Five minutes later, Will, Liz, AnaMaria, and Morwenna sat eating Poptarts and watching Lord of the Rings: The Sitcom, while Jack was scrubbing dishes and complaining loudly. "Takes years to get the scum off," he moaned as he squirted half the bottle of dish soap onto a large casserole dish. "Sparrow, shut up," Liz retorted. "But, I – "Shut up!" Liz slapped him across the face, at which point he fainted from overwork. End of Chapter 1