A/N: Woo. Chapter two, already. Time to PAY ATTENTION to Pirates in the background.
Still, all POTC related things don't belong to me. (I wish...)
I was drowning. It was the stupidest thing in the world for me to be thinking, cause I'm a great swimmer. I can't hold my breath for very long, but I don't think I'd readily drown.
"Help! Help!" I yelled as soon as I broke the surface. Threading water, I looked around. There, not too far away, was a familiar ship, and, within viewing distance, a line of land on the horizon. I sawm quickly towards the boat.
"Jack Sparrow?" I asked, making sure I had arrived in the right time and place.
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he hissed at me, while helping me into his measley little boat, the Jolly Non.
"Right, that," I spluttered through a mouthful of salt water.
"You know me?" he asked, once I was safely in the boat.
"Who doesn't know you?" He smirked at this, and I smiled. I just then noticed how much water I had brought in with me.
"How far until we get into port?" I asked him.
"A while," he answered. I considered. I could wait 'a while' until we got into port, sitting in that boat, doing absolutely nothing, or, I could ask Jack to teach me how to climb up the measley mast of this boat, getting myself a head start on learning to sail. Plus it would be better than waiting around doing nothing.
"What's your name?" he asked suddenly.
"Lucy," I answered, trying to think of a last name, unable, for some reason, to think of mine at all. "Lucy Turn..en..baum...er...umm..." I trailed off. I had come up with-
"Turnenbaumerumm? What kind of a name is that?"
"A very, very long one."
"Clearly."
"Jack?" I asked.
"Aye?"
"Will you teach me how to climb the mast?"
"You've never learned?" I shook my head.
"I've never been on a sailing ship in my life," I said, which wasn't entirely true, but for the purposes of this conversation it was the first time.
"Never, eh?" he asked. "So then how did you end up in the middle of the Caribbean Sea?"
"I don't rightly know," I said. "I just sort of... ended up there."
"I see," said Jack, raising his eyebrows in an expression that clearly said he thought I was crazy. While I thought that, I wondered why I was still 100 sane. Normally, in a wierd situation, or even in a normal situation for that matter, I was totally random and crazy. So why not now?
"So, will you teach me how to climb to the top of the mast?" I asked Jack again.
"Fine," he said, and he did. It was hard work; a lot harder that it looked, and the fact that there was a good breeze didn't make it any easier. However, once I got the gist of it, I managed to perfect it relatively quickly and was racing up and down the mast, letting off some of the hyper energy that was starting to come, as well as annoying the hell out of Jack.
"Will you STOP?!?" Jack finally yelled after aboutmy fifteen thousandth time up and down the mast.
"Only if you come down!" I taunted. He jumped down gracefully, and helped me bail out the water that was collecting in the boat and adding to what I had already dragged in. I got bored of that very quickly though, and started to hum the Pirates theme while waiting for the 3 dead pirates to appear. They did, right on cue, and Jack saluted them, right on cue. A few seconds late, I stood up, and followed suit with Jack, but minus the hat.
"Race you to the top!" I suddenly yelled to Jack, but the only reason I won was because I had a head start. We stayed up there cause the boat was, by this time, totally a lost cause. I started humming the theme song again.
"Will you stop with that infernal humming!" Jack suddenly said.
"It's your theme song, gosh, Jack, I would have thought you would have recognized it by now," I said, pretending like he had insulted me.
Jack stepped off the boat onto the dock and I followed suit.
"Hold up there, you," the harbormaster guy said. Jack turned around and walked towards the man. I turned around but didn't go anywhere. "It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the dock." Jack looked him in the eye, then looked at the boat, only the very top of the mast of which was showing, and turned back. "And I shall need to know your name." He reached into his pocket for something, and, since I knew what was coming, I mouthed the words along with him.
"What do you say to three shillings," he said, dropping them on the man's book. The little boy raised his eyebrows at them, and then at me, so I stuck out my tongue at him. "And we forget the name?"
The harbormaster took one glance at his book and said, "Welcome to Port Royal, Mister Smith." Jack, of course, took the man's purse on his way past it.
"Come come, love, we haven't got all day," he said to me as he passed.
"Are we here to commandeer a ship?" I asked.
"For someone who's never been on a ship in their life, you seem to know a lot about them."
"Well then maybe it was a teensy bit of a lie when I told you I've never been on one before." We walked toward the dock where the Interceptor was.
"This dock is off-limits to civilians," the skinny guy said. I thought he was Murtogg, but I always got them confused.
"I'm terribly sorry I didn't know. If I see one, I shall inform you immediately," Jack said, and turned to walk up to the ship. The soldier-guys moved over.
"Man, you guys are annoying!" I said. They jumped and Jack turned around to chance a glance at me.
"Apparently there's some high-toned and fancy to do up at the fort, eh?" Jack said. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit and invitation?"
"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off-limits to civilians," the skinny one, Murtogg, said.
"It's a fine goal to be sure," Jack said, and I snorted. None of them took any notice. "But it seems to me that a," he said and walked over to point to the Interceptor. The boys in red shifted over with him. They were being quite annoying. "A ship like that makes this one here a bit superflous, really."
"Oh, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough. But there's no ship as match the Interceptor for speed."
"I've heard of one," said Jack, with a finger to his beard as though in thought.
"So have I!" I yelled. Everyone turned and glared at me. "Sorry," I whispered.
"Supposed to be very fast. Nigh uncatchable," Jack continued. "The Black Pearl."
Mullroy scoffed at that. "Oh, there's no real ship as can match the Interceptor."
"The Black Pearl is a real ship."
"No, no it isn't."
"Yes, it is. I've seen it."
"You haven't seen it."
"Yes, I have."
"You've seen a ship with black sails that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out."
"No." Mullroy turns back to Jack and nodded, as if to say, I told you so.
"But I have seen a ship with black sails." I took the opputunity to nudge Jack towards the Interceptor and walked on after him.
"Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails and there for could possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?"
Murtogg nodded. "No."
"Like I said, there's no real ship as can match the Intercept-" Mullroy cut himself off and noticed Jack at the wheel and me standing on the deck and examining this mast, to see how different would be to climb a real ship's mast rather that the little thing I did before.
"Aye!" one says. "You! Get away from there! You don't have permission to aboard there, mate."
"I'm sorry. It's just it's such a pretty boat. Ship," he corrected himself.
"What's your name?"
"Smith. Or Smithy if you'd like."
"And the girl?" Murtogg said, gesturing to me.
"Lucy Turnenbaumerumm." Both the guys in red raised their eyebrows. "You making fun of my name?" I asked them, but got no response.
"What's your purpose in Port Royal, Mister Smith?"
"Yeah and no lies!"
"Alright then. I confess. It isa my intention to commmandeer one of these ships, pick up a buccaneer crew in Tortuga, raid, pilage, plunder, and otherwise pilfer my weasley black guts out."
"I said no lies," Murtogg said, confused.
"I think he's telling the truth."
"If he were telling the truth, 'e wouldn't have told it to us."
"Unless of course he didn't think you would believe the truth, even if he told it to you."
"Ha ha got you there!" I said. They glared at me. "Jack, when the future Mrs. Turner falls in the water off of that really high rock thingie that I can't remember the name of, you'd better save her. Although it might mean that you'll end up in jail, but then the current Mr. Turner will spring from jail because you knew his dad. But he doesn't know that yet." All three men looked at me like I was insane, which I must admit I was. "Oops, shouldn't have told you that. Oops, wrong movie." I laughed stupidly. Oops, they aren't supposed to know that they're in a movie, I realised.
Jack had somehow managed to engage the two guys in red in a wierd conversation about one or another of his amazing travels, so I took the opportunity to climb the mast of the Interceptor. It was a lot harder than the mast of the Jolly Non. First of all, it was a lot wider, not to mention about ten times taller. Once I got to the first landing, of which there were about five or so, I glanced up to the top of the stone thingie, and there was Lizzy, standing next to the never-gonna-be-husband-of-Lizzie-who-I-hated-in-the-begining-of-the-movie-but-in-the-end-I-felt-sorry-for-him-because-he'd-lost-two-to-Jack, Norrington.
I scurried down to the deck of the Interceptor, just in time to hear-
A/N: I'm ending it here, because it is SUPER DE DUPER long, and I want to get a part up. It's also a semi-cliffhanger, but anyone who's seen the movie should know exactly what 'I' hear next. I already have almost this much more written, and I think I'm going to break it soon and put up 2 parts today! woo!
