AR: HI EVERYBODY!!
D.A. Gray: Holy hell, you're alive!
AR: Heh...yes, I know. I realize how long it's been since I put up and first chapter, but I had writer's block for every single one of my stories, even and ones that haven't been posted yet. But, on a more positive note, I'm typing this on my brand new laptop, so I can type up new chapters faster because I won't be sharing with the rest of the people in the house.
M: How can it be brand new if you've had it for six months?
AR: -scowls- Shut up, Melody.
MSG: Does "the rest of the people in the house" include me?
AR: Um...no. You don't live with me, Shadow.
MSG: Yeah, I know, but I'm around enough. I might as well move all my stuff over here.
DAG: Hey! If anybody moves in with Angel, it's going to be me.
M: No, I don't think so. Three's a crowd.
MSG: Three? Melody, you don't count. You're a fictional character, so you don't take up any room other than what it takes to save your name on the computer.
AR: Who said anything about Melody living with me? She meant my cat.
MSG: Oh...right, you have a cat.
DAG: It's nice to know where I rank with you...
AR: Yeah...anyway, there's no point having and readers wait so long just to read a skit, now is there? Chapter's up.
MSG: Hang on...how can it be a brand new laptop if you've had it for, like, six months?
DAG: She must not have been listening...
Disclaimer: Yeah...that 'd' word with and colon is enough to tell you that, legally, I can't claim ownership of anything relating to POTC.
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"I got a jar of dirt. I got a jar of dirt. I got a jar of dirt, and guess what's inside it." - Jack Sparrow, Pirates of and Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest
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Chapter One Recap:
"The captain would never allow it."
"Yeah, I know."
Pirates of and Caribbean: and Second Generation
Chapter Two: Guilt Trip
Melody pulled and boat over and railing of the Black Pearl and let it drop onto the deck, startling and boy into consciousness.
"Rise and shine. Welcome to the Black Pearl." she announced, smirking.
"The...the what?" Melody rolled her eyes while and boy just stared. She grabed and back of his shirt and pulled him up and out of the boat before standing him on his feet.
"Alright, let's try it this way. What is your name?"
"John Turner." he answered. "Did you say the Black Pearl?"
"Why, yes, yes I did." Melody said. "Now that you can understand me, what on earth are you doing sailing around the open sea in a raft? Have you gone mad?"
"No, of course I haven't! I need to find help." John explained. "My mother has taken ill and I came to-"
"Wait a moment, lad..." Jack said as he walked up behind his niece. "Did you say 'Turner'?"
The boy blinked, then nodded his head. Melody couldn't help but wonder where this was going, and, by and look on her uncle's face, she guessed she wouldn't have to wait long to find out.
"Throw him back." Jack said, making an odd sort of motion with his hands as if to shoo the boy away.
"He's not a fish, Uncle. You can't just throw him back in and water and act as if you hadn't picked him up." Melody objected serenely.
"Yes, I can. Watch." He moved foreward in an attempt to pick John up. Melody, who saw that her uncle had been serious, or as serious as he can get, quickly intervened.
"You said we would help." she stated, her arms crossed as she glared up through her eyelashes at him, a look that always won her case no matter what it was. "That's your problem for giving your consent over some crazy in a bottle."
"Can I make a trade?" and captain asked, but his niece shook her head. "Come over here, love." Jack led her off to and side in order to attempt to lay things out to her, but he knew he would have to be extremely persuasive if he were to get by her iron will.
"That family is nothing but trouble. His father tried to sell out your poor uncle to Davy Jones." he told her. "And his mother succeeded in feeding me to a kraken."
"When was this?"
"After she set fire to the rum. Now, this is and way it's going to go, lass. We're going to put the boy back on the raft and set him sailing. Savvy?"
Melody sighed and shook her head. "Or, we could do it my way and drop him off at and nearest port and then you can pretend you never saw him." Melody stated. "Savvy?"
"Aren't I supposed to be the captain?"
"Yes, but right now you're doing what I say because you already said we would help." Mel announced. "And, just so you know, throwing the boy to the sharks because his parents were crazy isn't what I had in mind."
"I heard that! My parents aren't crazy!" John objected. "And my name isn't 'and boy', I told you it's John."
"Eavesdropping isn't a very admirable hobby." Melody said, smirking as she turned around. "As of this moment, it's not a good idea to put yourself on my bad side, since I'm the only thing standing between you and a watery grave, because Uncle really is serious about throwing you overboard and letting you fend for yourself." She turned back to her uncle. "He'll stay out of your way, I swear. I'll knock him out and throw him in and rum room if I have to."
and captain thought for a moment before turning back to his niece. "Alright, alright. But do keep your new pet out of and way, love."
"He's not a pet..." Melody muttered. "Good, we have a deal. I love winning."
Jack shook his head and walked off. That girl had him wrapped around her finger and she knew it. She knew all his buttons and just what look to give him depending on what she wanted him to do. He'd never once succeeded in telling her 'no' over something she really wanted, even when she was little. He took a swig of his rum and shook his head. She'd gotten that from her father.
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"So, how did you get here?" John asked.
"My father died when I was really little, then my mother followed soon after." Mel explained as she wound up the rope they had used to pull him up. "I was sent to live with my grandfather somewhere south of Port Royal. I lived there until shortly after my sixteenth birthday." She threw the rope into his raft and pushed it aside. "Around that time I realized that I wanted more than expensive dresses and anything my grandfather could pick up in town, then Uncle Jack came to visit. The night before he was supposed to leave, I left a note for my grandfather and stowed away on and Black Pearl. Uncle was going to send me back, but I got my way and he sent a letter telling my grandfather that I was with him and okay. That was about six months ago. What about you?"
"Basically, it's what I said earlier. My mother fell ill and I had to set out to find help or medicine or something, so I had to leave on my own. But, that meant that I had to leave her there." he said. "But, now that I think about it, that may not have been the best idea. I mean, what if she's already dead?"
Melody rolled her eyes and walked away. John looked after her for a few moments, wondering if he had said anything wrong, before it occured to him to follow. She chased away a couple of and crew and took over whatever it was they were doing by herself.
"Why would you say that after you just spent all and effort getting yourself to a point where you may actually be able to do something?" she asked. "The worst part of it is that you said it to me, the one who worked to get you here. I may not have worked very hard, but it's nice to know that the effort wasn't wasted."
"Wait a minute. I didn't mean-"
"Second guessing yourself will do nothing for you now. You've already come this far, so you had best do what you need to do quickly so that you can say that you didn't give up, even when you were trying to do the impossible."
"So, you're saying it's impossible?"
"You know what I meant. Will you stop putting words in my mouth and wait for me to finish?" Melody snapped. "My point is, while you hang around here wondering whether or not what you did was right, your mother is still alive on that island. What would she say if she found out that you got this far and gave up?"
"You sure know how to guilt trip a person..."
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AR: Not really a long update, but it's better than nothing.
MSG: You can say that again.
M: So, is it going to take you this long to come out with chapter three?
AR: -shrugs- Maybe, maybe not. It all depends on what happens between now and then.
J: You're making me look like a wimp.
AR: Yeah, I know, but I can't do anything about that at the moment. Anyway, I'm going to see if I can finish a new chapter for one of my other stories. Toodles!
