Disclaimer: I own Captain Jack Sparrow and Will Turner! I keep them tied to
my bed in handcuffs! Just kidding. I had my fingers crossed.
A/N: So I was hit by my beautiful muse named Johnny Depp and decided that I needed to write something! Quickly! LIKE RIGHT NOW! So here goes:
(Announcer comes up: "CHAPTERRRRRRRRR ONEEEEEEEEE!") ________________________________________________________________________
Hurried people normally don't notice anything much. They blunder around in tiny circles, sometimes even with their mouths wide open so they look like they're constantly shocked. (Y'know: "Oh goodness! A tree!" )
But she was different. Naida lowered her hat and tightened her belt, gritting her teeth as a particularly fat man jostled her elbow. Fat men generally like to jostle.
"Hello, milady. Going somewhere?" the man hissed into her ear as she passed by.
"Get lost, yer big lump of camel piss," Naida growled back. She fleetingly glanced at the man (still jostling) as she ran away, a smirk playing across her lips. Her hair, frazzled and greatly abused, was flung out in a thick black braid as she turned a corner onto a less busy street.
Fingering the blade tucked against her waist, Naida rapped a door sharply.
Usually, when you hear the door knock, you open it.
This door must be stupid, Naida thought to herself. "Open the hell up!"
The stupid door obliged, and slowly a chink of darkness split the charming house. Naida caught a glimpse of an eye before the door began to swing shut again.
"Hey!" she yelled, putting out a hand to keep the door from slamming in her face.
But it slammed in her face anyway. Rubbing her nose and mumbling about stupid eyes and stupid doors and stupid slamming and stupid moose (well, the moose had nothing to do with the situation. It just felt like the opportune moment to mention a moose), Naida scrambled up a tree and grabbed onto the thatch roof of the house.
"Damnation," she grunted as she accidentally slipped. She was now hanging by one hand, her face pressed against a window. Most uncomfortable. Good thing she wasn't PMSing yet.
But luck was on her side, it seemed, for through the window Naida saw what was unmistakably Captain Jack Sparrow's hat. Stupid thing was almost falling apart.
"Oh, Jack, I'll get you," she muttered under her breath. She tried to work up momentum to crash through the window, but apparently this wasn't working. Naida looked like she was trying to hump the air, twisting around and about.
In the end, everybody ends up humping air.
"Naida!" a voice, smooth and rolling and slightly slurred, came from below.
Naida lowered her gaze, still hanging by a hand. Damn.
Captain Jack Sparrow, dressed in all his rugged glory, was standing beneath her, arms spread wide apart and gold devilishly glinting in his mouth. Naida half wanted to see him dangle by his neck, and yet half wanted him to dance around with a hat made of cheese on his head. Either way, it would make very amusing entertainment.
Naida grinned, and let her hand go. In a moment, she was jumping down on top of the captain, who stumbled and fell. Naida twisted around so that she was sitting on top of Jack's chest.
"Gotcha," she laughed.
Jack's slow slink, a smile of pure rum and freedom, riddled his face. "Glad to see ye, Naida. Was starting to think you'd abandon poor Jack."
"Bastard," Naida growled, but she couldn't suppress the smile.
A/N: Sooo.whatcha think? Please review, as your comments make me feel warm and toasty inside. Savvy?
A/N: So I was hit by my beautiful muse named Johnny Depp and decided that I needed to write something! Quickly! LIKE RIGHT NOW! So here goes:
(Announcer comes up: "CHAPTERRRRRRRRR ONEEEEEEEEE!") ________________________________________________________________________
Hurried people normally don't notice anything much. They blunder around in tiny circles, sometimes even with their mouths wide open so they look like they're constantly shocked. (Y'know: "Oh goodness! A tree!" )
But she was different. Naida lowered her hat and tightened her belt, gritting her teeth as a particularly fat man jostled her elbow. Fat men generally like to jostle.
"Hello, milady. Going somewhere?" the man hissed into her ear as she passed by.
"Get lost, yer big lump of camel piss," Naida growled back. She fleetingly glanced at the man (still jostling) as she ran away, a smirk playing across her lips. Her hair, frazzled and greatly abused, was flung out in a thick black braid as she turned a corner onto a less busy street.
Fingering the blade tucked against her waist, Naida rapped a door sharply.
Usually, when you hear the door knock, you open it.
This door must be stupid, Naida thought to herself. "Open the hell up!"
The stupid door obliged, and slowly a chink of darkness split the charming house. Naida caught a glimpse of an eye before the door began to swing shut again.
"Hey!" she yelled, putting out a hand to keep the door from slamming in her face.
But it slammed in her face anyway. Rubbing her nose and mumbling about stupid eyes and stupid doors and stupid slamming and stupid moose (well, the moose had nothing to do with the situation. It just felt like the opportune moment to mention a moose), Naida scrambled up a tree and grabbed onto the thatch roof of the house.
"Damnation," she grunted as she accidentally slipped. She was now hanging by one hand, her face pressed against a window. Most uncomfortable. Good thing she wasn't PMSing yet.
But luck was on her side, it seemed, for through the window Naida saw what was unmistakably Captain Jack Sparrow's hat. Stupid thing was almost falling apart.
"Oh, Jack, I'll get you," she muttered under her breath. She tried to work up momentum to crash through the window, but apparently this wasn't working. Naida looked like she was trying to hump the air, twisting around and about.
In the end, everybody ends up humping air.
"Naida!" a voice, smooth and rolling and slightly slurred, came from below.
Naida lowered her gaze, still hanging by a hand. Damn.
Captain Jack Sparrow, dressed in all his rugged glory, was standing beneath her, arms spread wide apart and gold devilishly glinting in his mouth. Naida half wanted to see him dangle by his neck, and yet half wanted him to dance around with a hat made of cheese on his head. Either way, it would make very amusing entertainment.
Naida grinned, and let her hand go. In a moment, she was jumping down on top of the captain, who stumbled and fell. Naida twisted around so that she was sitting on top of Jack's chest.
"Gotcha," she laughed.
Jack's slow slink, a smile of pure rum and freedom, riddled his face. "Glad to see ye, Naida. Was starting to think you'd abandon poor Jack."
"Bastard," Naida growled, but she couldn't suppress the smile.
A/N: Sooo.whatcha think? Please review, as your comments make me feel warm and toasty inside. Savvy?