This time I felt like writing a Pirates of the Caribbean Jack-You fic... I
might make this a choose your own adventure fic, might not, you might know
in a few chapters... if so, it'll only be a few chapters, not like my other
one, which is confusing as hell... ^^ My Capt'n Jack Icon rocks! (:{)~ Isn't
it cool? ^_^
Disclaimer: I will only say this ONCE so pay attention. I do not own anything of what I put into this, at least I don't own it till I take over Disney... *evil grin* (I do not own the song 'Homeward Bound' either.)
Voice of Walt Disney: WHAT WAS THAT KALEDENA?
Kaledena: I didn't say... anythin'.
Voice of Walt Disney: I HEARD YOU MUMMBLE SOMETHING! WHAT WAS IT?
Kaledena: I'm not telling you Walty.
Voice of Walt Disney: TELL ME!
Kaledena: NO!
Voice of Walt Disney: TELL ME OR I WILL KILL CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW, AND MAKE HIM CEASE TO EXIST!
Kaledena: NO!!!!!!!!! Fine... I surrender...
On with the story...
Chapter 1
"In the quiet misty morning... when the moon has gone to bed! When the sparrows stop their singing... I'll be homeward bound again... When ad-"
"_______!" Your 'teacher' yelled from the other room. You rolled you eyes and turned over on your bed. Stupid... she still didn't get the fact that you would sing no matter what she told you.
You closed your eyes in deep concentration. You had always loved to sing, and you knew your power. You were no fool, and even though everyone knew you as the 'song witch', you kept to your self.
With your eyes closed, you ignored your teacher's rants and rave's from the other room, and sang anyway. Your voice was pure, and most people who heard you sing claimed that you were breathtaking. You often would sing on your balcony, for it was to high for anyone to try anything, and the night just made it seem... so perfect. Lately your thoughts had been erupted by the old women though. She was always telling you that one-day, soon, your true love would come to the door, which you were not allowed to leave. You had been kept in the tower for nearly all your life, and you found it incredibly boring. But escaping was not something you could do, for you were either guarded, or you knew you would fall to your death. But you never really wanted your 'true love' to come for you. You wanted... freedom.
To pass the time you would sing, or read. But on magical nights when the stars shown brightly and the moon was fierce, you would go to your balcony and sing away. Oh those nights! They were heavenly. The men would stop and stare, and the women would listen in awe. But never, not one of those men ever came.... And you were left doomed to sit away and wither. It had been too long to count. The day when you were stolen away from all that you loved, and put into captivity. You remembered everything. Sitting on the bench in the barn, watching your mother milk the cow; running across the fields at midnight, challenging the night with your adventurous, pounding heart; or sitting in a giant oak tree, eating a rich apple with the taste of the country. You lived in the country were everything was green. You had asked what the name of this said place was, but no one ever told you. One night you were taken away and put on a ship, only to come to France, and the tower. You did not know where in France either, but it was not a big place, and sometimes people would wave to you, signaling that they were friendly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" You asked the intruder. Whenever you managed to be so deep in thought that you could smell the fields, you were interrupted. The door flew open, and the old women rushed into the room, immediately going to your dresser. "_______, we must hurry! He's here!" She said dragging you behind a changing screen. You usually just wore you underwear (you know the whole body ones, like the one Elizabeth was wearing?), except if you were going onto the balcony if anyone was around.
"Why Madame?" You asked puzzled to why you were being treated like that, and who was 'he' anyway?
"Your true love! He's here! He came to the doorstep! He has not seen you yet, so you need to make an appearance!" She squealed pulling out a maroon dress. The dress had to be your favorite. For lack of anything else to do, you had gone through your wardrobe more than a few times. The dress itself was down to the floor. It had a puffy bottom, and only straps as sleeves. Then there was a black material that was see-through as though sleeves. The black material came out in places from the waist and they flowed down to the floor. You had maroon shoes to go with the dress, and you admired the outfit as Madame pulled your evil corset. After taking a moment to get breathing right, Madame helped you into the dress. You sat down on the bed to put your shoes on as she said, "I will go announce you... "She started out of the room but then stopped, turning to you, "_______, you don't want to lose this one."
She left you alone, closing the door behind her. You sighed and took a deep breath, or as deep a breath one can make while wearing a corset. After you put the maroon shoes on, you walked to the balcony one last time. "Please, help me." You muttered before going out of the room and starting down the long hallway. You had been throughout the tower many times, being the adventurous girl you were, and you knew all of it by heart. The old women, also known as Madame, said it was not proper, and you should stay in your room. Of course you never believed or listened to her. You would have gone into the world, but she was the only person who had the key, and not even all the magic in the world could make Madame give it to you, no matter how much you pleaded.
The path seemed longer than usual, or maybe it was the fact that you were meeting your 'true love'. True love, in all truth, was wonderful, but it was not something you wanted at that moment. Madame had never let you read any fairytales with much adventure, or true love, she would only tell you bizarre stories, but your teacher was sometimes gracious and gave you a novel that you would keep under your pillow at night. You had a secret stash of those favorites underneath the boards in your room, which you had been lucky enough to find.
Then you saw 'him'... and you were disgusted. I'm sure a nice 'respectful' young lady would love to marry a man with a stick stuck up his ass, but not you. You wanted a spirit... a life. This 'true love' of yours was tall, pale, and though he was rather cute, he was not for you. His hair was a light brown, or at least you suspected. He was wearing a wig that made his hair seem white. You just thought that since he had dark eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyes, that his hair would naturally be brown as well. He was probably a few inches taller than you, and he stood like a gentleman, wore clothes like one too.
When he saw you he bowed. You smiled and curtsied, for Madame did have time to teach you respectful ways of acting, and manners. As you reached the end of the stairs, he walked over and kissed your hand. "Miss ______, I'm am Daniel Mortise Chalines. If I may say so, you look lovely."
"It's good to meet you Mr. Chalines-" You started. He held up his hand to stop you.
"No, no, Miss... Please, call me Daniel." He corrected.
You nodded and forced a smile on your face. "It's nice to meet you Daniel."
He nodded. "Would you mind if I joined you for dinner?"
You nodded politely. "Yes, that would be lovely."
He offered his arm and you took it, making sure not to be disrespectful in anyway. He led you into the dinning room and pulled out your chair. You couldn't help but see Madame's smirking face in the corner of your eye. Gosh- you hated her.
After a brief silence in the dinner you asked, "So Daniel... what do you do?"
"I'm an officer in the British Navy, Corporal really." He said smugly, giving you a smile.
"If you're in the British Navy, what are you doing in France?" You asked hoping to go upstairs and back to the comfort of your room as soon as possible.
"Well... I was told of an extremely beautiful lady on these shores, and I just had to come and meet her. It seems the stories were correct, for this beautiful lady is sitting right in front of me." Daniel said smiling nicely at you. You smiled back, hoping not to throw up.
"I thank you." You said bowing.
He nodded. The rest of dinner seemed to go on in that way, and all the while, you wanted to leave. When Daniel finally stood, it was well has eleven o'clock.
"I'm afraid that I must depart Miss _____, shall I come again tomorrow?" He asked.
You gave him a fake smile and nodded. "That would be lovely." It would be horrible.
He bent down and kissed you hand in the same manner as when you first meet him earlier that evening. You curtsied again and went upstairs. As soon as you reached your room you fell over on your bed, prepared to sleep our worries off, maybe you'd sleep until he left the next day. It would never work, You told yourself, Madame would never let me.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in." You said loudly. Madame came into the room and you sat up. She embraced you. "You did it _____! He wants to come again tommorow! You completed your destiny!"
"What if this is not what I want?" You asked. She let you go and stared at you as though in shock. "Daniel Mortise Chalines is a nice respectful man, you will marry him ______, you will!"
"Whatever..." You mumbled under your breath. She glared at you and then her had went across your face.
"Do you hear me _____?" She asked sternly.
"Yes Madame." You said, ice on every word.
She glared at you and left the room, locking the door behind her. You sighed and took off your shoes. What to do? You realized that you would get no where like that, you would sleep on it, and then wake at three, and sing. You closed your eyes and in an instant you were out, your dreams taking you far away from the tower, and into your wonderful fantasies...
Well... that was fun. I don't exactly know if a Corporal is in the Navy, but whatever. Please review! Give me suggestions if you want! I love you all! *hands out Capt'n Jack posters*
Disclaimer: I will only say this ONCE so pay attention. I do not own anything of what I put into this, at least I don't own it till I take over Disney... *evil grin* (I do not own the song 'Homeward Bound' either.)
Voice of Walt Disney: WHAT WAS THAT KALEDENA?
Kaledena: I didn't say... anythin'.
Voice of Walt Disney: I HEARD YOU MUMMBLE SOMETHING! WHAT WAS IT?
Kaledena: I'm not telling you Walty.
Voice of Walt Disney: TELL ME!
Kaledena: NO!
Voice of Walt Disney: TELL ME OR I WILL KILL CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW, AND MAKE HIM CEASE TO EXIST!
Kaledena: NO!!!!!!!!! Fine... I surrender...
On with the story...
Chapter 1
"In the quiet misty morning... when the moon has gone to bed! When the sparrows stop their singing... I'll be homeward bound again... When ad-"
"_______!" Your 'teacher' yelled from the other room. You rolled you eyes and turned over on your bed. Stupid... she still didn't get the fact that you would sing no matter what she told you.
You closed your eyes in deep concentration. You had always loved to sing, and you knew your power. You were no fool, and even though everyone knew you as the 'song witch', you kept to your self.
With your eyes closed, you ignored your teacher's rants and rave's from the other room, and sang anyway. Your voice was pure, and most people who heard you sing claimed that you were breathtaking. You often would sing on your balcony, for it was to high for anyone to try anything, and the night just made it seem... so perfect. Lately your thoughts had been erupted by the old women though. She was always telling you that one-day, soon, your true love would come to the door, which you were not allowed to leave. You had been kept in the tower for nearly all your life, and you found it incredibly boring. But escaping was not something you could do, for you were either guarded, or you knew you would fall to your death. But you never really wanted your 'true love' to come for you. You wanted... freedom.
To pass the time you would sing, or read. But on magical nights when the stars shown brightly and the moon was fierce, you would go to your balcony and sing away. Oh those nights! They were heavenly. The men would stop and stare, and the women would listen in awe. But never, not one of those men ever came.... And you were left doomed to sit away and wither. It had been too long to count. The day when you were stolen away from all that you loved, and put into captivity. You remembered everything. Sitting on the bench in the barn, watching your mother milk the cow; running across the fields at midnight, challenging the night with your adventurous, pounding heart; or sitting in a giant oak tree, eating a rich apple with the taste of the country. You lived in the country were everything was green. You had asked what the name of this said place was, but no one ever told you. One night you were taken away and put on a ship, only to come to France, and the tower. You did not know where in France either, but it was not a big place, and sometimes people would wave to you, signaling that they were friendly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. "Yes?" You asked the intruder. Whenever you managed to be so deep in thought that you could smell the fields, you were interrupted. The door flew open, and the old women rushed into the room, immediately going to your dresser. "_______, we must hurry! He's here!" She said dragging you behind a changing screen. You usually just wore you underwear (you know the whole body ones, like the one Elizabeth was wearing?), except if you were going onto the balcony if anyone was around.
"Why Madame?" You asked puzzled to why you were being treated like that, and who was 'he' anyway?
"Your true love! He's here! He came to the doorstep! He has not seen you yet, so you need to make an appearance!" She squealed pulling out a maroon dress. The dress had to be your favorite. For lack of anything else to do, you had gone through your wardrobe more than a few times. The dress itself was down to the floor. It had a puffy bottom, and only straps as sleeves. Then there was a black material that was see-through as though sleeves. The black material came out in places from the waist and they flowed down to the floor. You had maroon shoes to go with the dress, and you admired the outfit as Madame pulled your evil corset. After taking a moment to get breathing right, Madame helped you into the dress. You sat down on the bed to put your shoes on as she said, "I will go announce you... "She started out of the room but then stopped, turning to you, "_______, you don't want to lose this one."
She left you alone, closing the door behind her. You sighed and took a deep breath, or as deep a breath one can make while wearing a corset. After you put the maroon shoes on, you walked to the balcony one last time. "Please, help me." You muttered before going out of the room and starting down the long hallway. You had been throughout the tower many times, being the adventurous girl you were, and you knew all of it by heart. The old women, also known as Madame, said it was not proper, and you should stay in your room. Of course you never believed or listened to her. You would have gone into the world, but she was the only person who had the key, and not even all the magic in the world could make Madame give it to you, no matter how much you pleaded.
The path seemed longer than usual, or maybe it was the fact that you were meeting your 'true love'. True love, in all truth, was wonderful, but it was not something you wanted at that moment. Madame had never let you read any fairytales with much adventure, or true love, she would only tell you bizarre stories, but your teacher was sometimes gracious and gave you a novel that you would keep under your pillow at night. You had a secret stash of those favorites underneath the boards in your room, which you had been lucky enough to find.
Then you saw 'him'... and you were disgusted. I'm sure a nice 'respectful' young lady would love to marry a man with a stick stuck up his ass, but not you. You wanted a spirit... a life. This 'true love' of yours was tall, pale, and though he was rather cute, he was not for you. His hair was a light brown, or at least you suspected. He was wearing a wig that made his hair seem white. You just thought that since he had dark eyebrows, eyelashes, and eyes, that his hair would naturally be brown as well. He was probably a few inches taller than you, and he stood like a gentleman, wore clothes like one too.
When he saw you he bowed. You smiled and curtsied, for Madame did have time to teach you respectful ways of acting, and manners. As you reached the end of the stairs, he walked over and kissed your hand. "Miss ______, I'm am Daniel Mortise Chalines. If I may say so, you look lovely."
"It's good to meet you Mr. Chalines-" You started. He held up his hand to stop you.
"No, no, Miss... Please, call me Daniel." He corrected.
You nodded and forced a smile on your face. "It's nice to meet you Daniel."
He nodded. "Would you mind if I joined you for dinner?"
You nodded politely. "Yes, that would be lovely."
He offered his arm and you took it, making sure not to be disrespectful in anyway. He led you into the dinning room and pulled out your chair. You couldn't help but see Madame's smirking face in the corner of your eye. Gosh- you hated her.
After a brief silence in the dinner you asked, "So Daniel... what do you do?"
"I'm an officer in the British Navy, Corporal really." He said smugly, giving you a smile.
"If you're in the British Navy, what are you doing in France?" You asked hoping to go upstairs and back to the comfort of your room as soon as possible.
"Well... I was told of an extremely beautiful lady on these shores, and I just had to come and meet her. It seems the stories were correct, for this beautiful lady is sitting right in front of me." Daniel said smiling nicely at you. You smiled back, hoping not to throw up.
"I thank you." You said bowing.
He nodded. The rest of dinner seemed to go on in that way, and all the while, you wanted to leave. When Daniel finally stood, it was well has eleven o'clock.
"I'm afraid that I must depart Miss _____, shall I come again tomorrow?" He asked.
You gave him a fake smile and nodded. "That would be lovely." It would be horrible.
He bent down and kissed you hand in the same manner as when you first meet him earlier that evening. You curtsied again and went upstairs. As soon as you reached your room you fell over on your bed, prepared to sleep our worries off, maybe you'd sleep until he left the next day. It would never work, You told yourself, Madame would never let me.
A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. "Come in." You said loudly. Madame came into the room and you sat up. She embraced you. "You did it _____! He wants to come again tommorow! You completed your destiny!"
"What if this is not what I want?" You asked. She let you go and stared at you as though in shock. "Daniel Mortise Chalines is a nice respectful man, you will marry him ______, you will!"
"Whatever..." You mumbled under your breath. She glared at you and then her had went across your face.
"Do you hear me _____?" She asked sternly.
"Yes Madame." You said, ice on every word.
She glared at you and left the room, locking the door behind her. You sighed and took off your shoes. What to do? You realized that you would get no where like that, you would sleep on it, and then wake at three, and sing. You closed your eyes and in an instant you were out, your dreams taking you far away from the tower, and into your wonderful fantasies...
Well... that was fun. I don't exactly know if a Corporal is in the Navy, but whatever. Please review! Give me suggestions if you want! I love you all! *hands out Capt'n Jack posters*