THIS IS SECTION TWO!!! Mild slash stuff for a little bit.that changes.
Sorry slash lovers! And to those who don't like it, it'll be gone pretty
fast.
I know, the last part ended sad!
This chapter's funny and sweet! Just to make up for it!
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17 years.
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Through the halls of Port Royale High School walked a young woman, 17 years of age. Her hair was in tons of small, loose braids down the sides and back of her head. Her eyes were darkened by eyeliner and mascara, but no other make-up was on her face. Her nose was decorated with a small, elegant stud. Her necklaces, 4 of which there were, included a pirate coin that she had since birth, a turquoise talisman, a chinese symbol charm that meant 'dark angel', and a Cinderella-like choker. Hoops hung from her ears, along with various other earrings, and her hands had multiple, gorgeous rings on them.
She looked skeptically at the pale blue and yellow halls and rolled her eyes. Port Royale was no place for her.
Finally she paused, staring at a small sign on the wall. "Mr. Swann," She smirked mischeviously, "How graceful."
She pushed her way through the door, coming face to face with a roomful of jocks, cheerleaders, and abercrombie-copycats. She rolled her eyes.
"I came from England for YOU whelps?" She stated, her voice silencing the previously noisy room. The man she presumed to be Mr. Swann stood up, but to no avail. He tripped over a cord that, if followed by the eyes, hooked up to a projector that was pointed at a pulled-down screen. Landing straight on his face caused the silence to erupt into laughter, and the black-haired girl grinned, the same mischevious smirk as before.
Another man, younger than Mr. Swann but older than a highschool student, stood up in the back of the room. "Class, quiet down. Miss..um, what's your name?"
"Ye would have to give me the pleasure of yers, first, luv," She used her heaviest British-scum accent.
"Ah, from Britin, are you? Well," He crossed to the front of the room, "My name is Mr. Norirngton. I am the student teacher-"
She cut him off. "Thus you have no power over me," She looked at his ID card, "James."
He rolled his eyes in frustration. "Alright, miss, now that you had the pleasure of knowing my name, yours would be?"
"None of your business," She said, making it sound like she was finishing his sentence again. The class giggled.
By now Mr. Swann was recovering, if not blushing a bit. "Miss! You must be. Miss Isa-"
The girl took a rather menacing step towards the teacher, whose eyes widened in surprise and stopped his sentence. "Eva will due," she growled, "Eva Spade."
The class quieted. Until the bell rang, that is. Then they piled out through the door and into the hallways like wild animals. Eva bowed low and grinned at the two men, then turned and strolled out the door.
Laughing to herself, she wasn't paying attention. And she cursed like a sailor when she ran into someone.
"'Ello, love, bit of a rush, eh?" Said a playful voice behind her. She swung to face him and shook her head. . . He looked and was dressed just like her!
"The name's Jack, and yours would be?"
"Why does everyone seem to ask that?" Eva said in an overly-exasperated sigh.
"Such a pretty face doesn't go unnoticed!" He said, flirting playfully.
"Oh please."
"Eh, a bit miffed? Don't be, Ol' Jack wouldn't be interested."
'Like every other guy,' Eva thought angrily.
"Not because you aren't a pretty one, though," He said, reading her mind, "Jus' the gender issue, love. But I'd be happy to be a friend, savvy?"
Eva looked up at him. "Did you say. . . savvy?" Jack nodded hesitantly. "No fucking way!! THAT IS SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL! I love saying that!"
Jack raised his eyebrows but laughed at the girl's reaction. The laugh triggered a memory in Eva.
The pub was dirty but Angel decided that she liked the food. Captain Riley made the atmosphere even worse, though. The reunion, well, it sucked.
Riley looked at Angel and smiled, reminiscing about the picture he held in his hand. "So, Eve, you and Jack have that little Sparrow yet?"
Angel blushed and Jack laughed heartily. Then she remembered the book. The should have a little Sparrow, according to the Pirate book. But that meant they would.ARGH! Wait. . . no. . .
"Adam, silly, that baby is supposed to be found. And it wasn't found yet, no!"
Jack looked at the two, confused. Catching his look, Angel rolled her eyes and said, "Don't ask, Jack Sparrow, don't ask."
Eva opened her eyes after being shaken roughly by Jack. "Yer alright, hun? Kinda spaced out on me!"
Eva shook off the dizzy feeling but held onto Jack. Jack's eyes got wide for a moment, but he relaxed into the embrace and put his arms around her waist and his head on hers.
It only took Eva a moment to realize what she was doing, but she decided not to pull away for the first time in her life. Oddly, she felt so safe in Jack's arms, like it was where she belonged.
17 years.
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Through the halls of Port Royale High School walked a young woman, 17 years of age. Her hair was in tons of small, loose braids down the sides and back of her head. Her eyes were darkened by eyeliner and mascara, but no other make-up was on her face. Her nose was decorated with a small, elegant stud. Her necklaces, 4 of which there were, included a pirate coin that she had since birth, a turquoise talisman, a chinese symbol charm that meant 'dark angel', and a Cinderella-like choker. Hoops hung from her ears, along with various other earrings, and her hands had multiple, gorgeous rings on them.
She looked skeptically at the pale blue and yellow halls and rolled her eyes. Port Royale was no place for her.
Finally she paused, staring at a small sign on the wall. "Mr. Swann," She smirked mischeviously, "How graceful."
She pushed her way through the door, coming face to face with a roomful of jocks, cheerleaders, and abercrombie-copycats. She rolled her eyes.
"I came from England for YOU whelps?" She stated, her voice silencing the previously noisy room. The man she presumed to be Mr. Swann stood up, but to no avail. He tripped over a cord that, if followed by the eyes, hooked up to a projector that was pointed at a pulled-down screen. Landing straight on his face caused the silence to erupt into laughter, and the black-haired girl grinned, the same mischevious smirk as before.
Another man, younger than Mr. Swann but older than a highschool student, stood up in the back of the room. "Class, quiet down. Miss..um, what's your name?"
"Ye would have to give me the pleasure of yers, first, luv," She used her heaviest British-scum accent.
"Ah, from Britin, are you? Well," He crossed to the front of the room, "My name is Mr. Norirngton. I am the student teacher-"
She cut him off. "Thus you have no power over me," She looked at his ID card, "James."
He rolled his eyes in frustration. "Alright, miss, now that you had the pleasure of knowing my name, yours would be?"
"None of your business," She said, making it sound like she was finishing his sentence again. The class giggled.
By now Mr. Swann was recovering, if not blushing a bit. "Miss! You must be. Miss Isa-"
The girl took a rather menacing step towards the teacher, whose eyes widened in surprise and stopped his sentence. "Eva will due," she growled, "Eva Spade."
The class quieted. Until the bell rang, that is. Then they piled out through the door and into the hallways like wild animals. Eva bowed low and grinned at the two men, then turned and strolled out the door.
Laughing to herself, she wasn't paying attention. And she cursed like a sailor when she ran into someone.
"'Ello, love, bit of a rush, eh?" Said a playful voice behind her. She swung to face him and shook her head. . . He looked and was dressed just like her!
"The name's Jack, and yours would be?"
"Why does everyone seem to ask that?" Eva said in an overly-exasperated sigh.
"Such a pretty face doesn't go unnoticed!" He said, flirting playfully.
"Oh please."
"Eh, a bit miffed? Don't be, Ol' Jack wouldn't be interested."
'Like every other guy,' Eva thought angrily.
"Not because you aren't a pretty one, though," He said, reading her mind, "Jus' the gender issue, love. But I'd be happy to be a friend, savvy?"
Eva looked up at him. "Did you say. . . savvy?" Jack nodded hesitantly. "No fucking way!! THAT IS SO UNBELIEVABLY COOL! I love saying that!"
Jack raised his eyebrows but laughed at the girl's reaction. The laugh triggered a memory in Eva.
The pub was dirty but Angel decided that she liked the food. Captain Riley made the atmosphere even worse, though. The reunion, well, it sucked.
Riley looked at Angel and smiled, reminiscing about the picture he held in his hand. "So, Eve, you and Jack have that little Sparrow yet?"
Angel blushed and Jack laughed heartily. Then she remembered the book. The should have a little Sparrow, according to the Pirate book. But that meant they would.ARGH! Wait. . . no. . .
"Adam, silly, that baby is supposed to be found. And it wasn't found yet, no!"
Jack looked at the two, confused. Catching his look, Angel rolled her eyes and said, "Don't ask, Jack Sparrow, don't ask."
Eva opened her eyes after being shaken roughly by Jack. "Yer alright, hun? Kinda spaced out on me!"
Eva shook off the dizzy feeling but held onto Jack. Jack's eyes got wide for a moment, but he relaxed into the embrace and put his arms around her waist and his head on hers.
It only took Eva a moment to realize what she was doing, but she decided not to pull away for the first time in her life. Oddly, she felt so safe in Jack's arms, like it was where she belonged.