Disclaimer: It is with all great saddness that I report that I still do not
own anyone from this story. *sigh* Well, we ALL can't have Johnny Depp, but
we can dream. I am anxiously awaiting the release of Pirates Of The
Caribbean, and at the same time, trying to get some money. I wish the rest
of you POTC fans better luck than I am having. So, until the time that the
movie comes out, I honestly hope that maybe this chapter can live up to the
greatness of the movie. (I also do not own the doxies Lauren or Marlena.)
On with the chapter!
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Chapter 4--
"AND REALLY BAD EGGS!!"
As much as Jack loved that song, he could have cursed himself for teaching it to those girls. They had been singing it for a whole week straight. It would have been fine if they didn't have to scream it at the top of their lungs. The good captain was just about ready to throw the three females overboard.
"LAND-HO!" screamed Lauren. And so it was. Yet another port. They were finally about to set foot on land. Never before had Jack needed any type of alcoholic drink. . .Well, there was that one time with the sailor and the black cat. . .But that's a whole different story entirely.
"Finally," Jack sighed. "Will! Stop flirting with that doxie and tie us up to port! You three make yersevles useful and tie down the sails! NO! NOT THAT ROPE! THAT'S--"
Before he could finish his statement, the five people aboard the small fishing boat found themselves in the salty seawater. The good Lord had seen it fit to bless our handsome captain with paitence, so rather than throw a big hissy-tantrum all over the dock, he merely climbed out of the water and swayed his way to the nearest bar. Will, after helping the girls out of the water, followed.
"Well, what now, girls," asked Lauren. She watched Will leave with sad eyes.
"Let's follow them!" suggested Marlena.
"Yay!" Migonette shouted as she wrung the water out of her dress.
The three girls quickly followed.
S O M E M A N Y H O U R S L A T E R. . .
"And that's me life story," slurred Will, wiping his teary eyes on his shirtsleeve. He was three sheets to the wind, and spilling his soul out to Lauren, a woman he barely knew, but still felt connected with her at any rate.
"Oh, you poor dear," she crooned. In an act to comfort him, she pressed his head to her bosom and stroked his hair. Soft noises of comfort barely reached him. He looked up at her. Her dark hazel eyes glowed softly in the candle light. The dark hair that framed her face spilled down her shoulders and tickled his nose slightly. /Surely she must be an angel,/ he thought vaguely.
"Something wrong, Will?" Her hand gently touched his cheek.
"You're so. . .so. . .*hiccup*. . .there are no words. . ."
The young lad was as drunk as he had ever been in his life, and this woman's nearness was intoxicating in itself. He suddenly got a wild hair.
"Marry me, Lauren! We can be man and wife and sail the highseas with Jack! We'll have loads of kids and name them all after Jack!"
"Okay!"
T H E N E X T M O R N I N G. . .
Will sat up in the strange bed. Something glittering on his left hand caught his attention. He looked down at it. There, on his ring finger, was a golden band that he had never seen before. Had he gotten so drunk last night that he had went out pillaging with Jack? Did this belong to someone rich? Where had it came from? And why was there a draft in here?
Lauren, who had been laying next to him, sat up. Will's head jerked towards her. She smiled at him sleepily, and held up her left hand to reveal a matching band. Then she stretched. The young man's eyes went wide and his nose began to bleed. On instinct, he pushed himself backwards. This caused him to fall out of bed. In the process, he wacked his head on the bedside table and this sent the whole world spinning.
"Oh, Will! Are you okay?!" Lauren rushed to his side.
"Yeah, nothing I probably do not deserve." He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe it would all disappear. Maybe. . . "What happened last night?!"
"We're married, Will! Oh, it was beautiful. I'll tell you all about it! Get dressed and we'll go find the others so that I can tell everyone at the same time!"
This just wasn't going to go away. Well, there was two ways to look at this for Will. On the one hand, he was married to a beautiful young woman who he had really come to adore in the short time he had known her. Then on the other hand, what would Elizabeth say. . .?
E N D O F C H A P T E R 4
Chapter 4--
"AND REALLY BAD EGGS!!"
As much as Jack loved that song, he could have cursed himself for teaching it to those girls. They had been singing it for a whole week straight. It would have been fine if they didn't have to scream it at the top of their lungs. The good captain was just about ready to throw the three females overboard.
"LAND-HO!" screamed Lauren. And so it was. Yet another port. They were finally about to set foot on land. Never before had Jack needed any type of alcoholic drink. . .Well, there was that one time with the sailor and the black cat. . .But that's a whole different story entirely.
"Finally," Jack sighed. "Will! Stop flirting with that doxie and tie us up to port! You three make yersevles useful and tie down the sails! NO! NOT THAT ROPE! THAT'S--"
Before he could finish his statement, the five people aboard the small fishing boat found themselves in the salty seawater. The good Lord had seen it fit to bless our handsome captain with paitence, so rather than throw a big hissy-tantrum all over the dock, he merely climbed out of the water and swayed his way to the nearest bar. Will, after helping the girls out of the water, followed.
"Well, what now, girls," asked Lauren. She watched Will leave with sad eyes.
"Let's follow them!" suggested Marlena.
"Yay!" Migonette shouted as she wrung the water out of her dress.
The three girls quickly followed.
S O M E M A N Y H O U R S L A T E R. . .
"And that's me life story," slurred Will, wiping his teary eyes on his shirtsleeve. He was three sheets to the wind, and spilling his soul out to Lauren, a woman he barely knew, but still felt connected with her at any rate.
"Oh, you poor dear," she crooned. In an act to comfort him, she pressed his head to her bosom and stroked his hair. Soft noises of comfort barely reached him. He looked up at her. Her dark hazel eyes glowed softly in the candle light. The dark hair that framed her face spilled down her shoulders and tickled his nose slightly. /Surely she must be an angel,/ he thought vaguely.
"Something wrong, Will?" Her hand gently touched his cheek.
"You're so. . .so. . .*hiccup*. . .there are no words. . ."
The young lad was as drunk as he had ever been in his life, and this woman's nearness was intoxicating in itself. He suddenly got a wild hair.
"Marry me, Lauren! We can be man and wife and sail the highseas with Jack! We'll have loads of kids and name them all after Jack!"
"Okay!"
T H E N E X T M O R N I N G. . .
Will sat up in the strange bed. Something glittering on his left hand caught his attention. He looked down at it. There, on his ring finger, was a golden band that he had never seen before. Had he gotten so drunk last night that he had went out pillaging with Jack? Did this belong to someone rich? Where had it came from? And why was there a draft in here?
Lauren, who had been laying next to him, sat up. Will's head jerked towards her. She smiled at him sleepily, and held up her left hand to reveal a matching band. Then she stretched. The young man's eyes went wide and his nose began to bleed. On instinct, he pushed himself backwards. This caused him to fall out of bed. In the process, he wacked his head on the bedside table and this sent the whole world spinning.
"Oh, Will! Are you okay?!" Lauren rushed to his side.
"Yeah, nothing I probably do not deserve." He closed his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe it would all disappear. Maybe. . . "What happened last night?!"
"We're married, Will! Oh, it was beautiful. I'll tell you all about it! Get dressed and we'll go find the others so that I can tell everyone at the same time!"
This just wasn't going to go away. Well, there was two ways to look at this for Will. On the one hand, he was married to a beautiful young woman who he had really come to adore in the short time he had known her. Then on the other hand, what would Elizabeth say. . .?
E N D O F C H A P T E R 4