R.L.: I'm back. 'nuther long chappie. Apparently Jack didn't like takin'
over fer meh...he only liked the part where I left 'im some rum. Oh, rum
an' a sundae ter Ragetti Rocks!!
Ragetti: I 'ave a splittin' 'eadache...
Pintel: I told ye it was a bad idea ter get drunk!
R.L.: read an' review!
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Late winter slowly turned into early spring. That turned into mid spring and the time was getting ever closer to May 30th.
"I won' marry ye," Emily said stubbornly as she opened a bottle of rum.
"You are going to marry me, Miss Sparrow, whether you like it or not," Norrington said, trying to keep his temper down.
"I ain't marrying no Wig Boy tha' follows the law," Emily said after taking a gulp of the alcohol.
"Wig Boy?!"
Emily got up and pulled off his white wig.
"Ha! I knew it!" she laughed as she spun the wig on her index finger.
"Miss Sparrow! Give me back my wig!" Norrington said, his temper slightly showing.
"Why? Ye 'ave a nice head of 'air already!"
Then Emily felt his hand collide with the side of her face. The force sent her backwards into a table.
"Ye slapped meh!" she cried. "I can't believe ye did tha'!"
"If you keep acting like this, I'll forced to hit you even harder!"
Emily got up and ran into the shop.
"BOOTSTRAP! 'E SLAPPED MEH!" she cried as Norrington ran after her. She climbed onto some ceiling beams.
"She stole my wig!"
"Wig, schimg! Tha's no reason ter slap meh, ye woman abuser!"
"What is going on?!"
Elizabeth had just walked in.
"Miss Swann, Miss Sparrow just stole my wig-" Norrington broke off.
"And then 'e slapped meh! Sent meh flying in ter a table!" Emily cried. "An' it 'urt! Tha's the first time a man 'it meh an' it 'urt!"
"I did not slap her!"
"Ye did to! I 'ave a handprint on meh face thanks ter ye!"
"Norrington, please leave," Will said. "I don't need anymore furniture broken."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard that table break! Now, please leave!"
Norrington left and Emily came down from the beams.
"I really need ter escape from 'ere with me dad an' friends," Emily sighed as she sat down on the dirt floor.
"That's why I came," Elizabeth said. "I think we can find a way to save your dad and friends and not get married."
"I'm up fer anything," Emily said. "Will, get us some rum an' let 'Lizabeth tell 'er plan!"
They all agreed to the plan, but Will was rather reluctant. Emily even got on her hands and knees to beg him-something that pirates rarely did.
"I think I found one problem," Emily said on the day of the wedding. "Maybe two."
"What?" Elizabeth said.
"One-I 'ave ter wear this bloody dress. Two-I don' 'ave any rum."
"That's okay. Will, are you ready?" Elizabeth said as she tried to take the bandana off of Emily's head. "Emily, unless this thing comes off, you're going to have to fasten the veil to it."
"I'm ready. How about she go without the veil?" Will said.
"Awe, but it's green."
"Take off the bandana then."
Emily reluctantly untied the bandana and Elizabeth put the veil on her.
"Okay, we got something new-"
"The wooden eye," Will said.
"-Something old-"
"Me boots."
"-Something blue-"
"The clip in her braid."
"-And what was that last one? An heirloom or something."
"I got an heirloom. It's in me hair."
"What? The impossible-to-remove bone plate?"
"Yeah. Me great-great-great-great granddad passed it down through our family. I'm the first girl ter get it. Will, ye better leave now. The wedding's soon an' they'll be bring up my dad an' Pintel an' Ragetti.'
Will nodded before leaving.
An hour passed. Will was waiting outside of the jail when he heard footsteps.
Two officers came followed by Jack, Pintel, and Ragetti.
Will knocked the officers unconscious and freed the pirates.
"Ragetti, you run ahead," Will said. "Emily's about to get married!"
"The cliffs?" Ragetti asked. Will nodded and then he ran off.
"She's getting married? Ter who?" Jack demanded.
"Forced marriage to Norrington."
"WHAT? ME DAUGHTER IS NOT GUNNA MARRY SOME WIG WEARIN, LAW FOLLOWIN' BRITISH OFFICER!" Jack cried. "WHY THE *bleep bleep bleep bleep*!"
Emily heard yelling right in the middle of the ceremony.
"Dad," she said.
"What was that, my love?" Norrington asked.
"That yellin'! It's me dad!" she said with a grin.
"Pirate!" a woman screeched. "Help! There's a pirate!"
"Ragetti!" Emily laughed.
Norrington grabbed her arm, but she pulled away.
"GET HER!"
Random men from the audience tried to get Emily, but her dress was made to come off easily. Everyone saw that she was in her pirate clothes.
"See? I'm not tha' easy ter catch!" Emily laughed as she climbed onto the hanging podium. She replaced the glass eye with her wooden one and said, "Norrington, you must remember one thing."
"What's that?" he growled.
"I'm Captain Emily Sparrow! I'm jus' like me dad," she said while tying her bandana around her head. "An' tha' means, I'm jus' as hard ter catch."
She grabbed a nearby rope and swung over the crowd towards Ragetti, but there was a gunshot.
Emily let go of the rope, but didn't land on her feet.
"Emily!" Ragetti cried as he ran over to her. He moved her hands away from the bullet hole and saw that it was bleeding badly. "Why are ye always getting serious injuries?" "'Cause I'm always trying ter defend ye, mate," Emily said with a weak smile.
Jack ran over to them.
"Emily, don' die on meh, please!" he sobbed, tears running down his face and making black streaks due to the kohl under his eyes. "Ye can' die! Ye mean more ter meh than the Pearl!"
"Behind ye," Emily whispered before passing out.
Jack turned around and pulled out his sword just in time to block a blow from Norrington.
"You hurt my daughter," he growled. "No one hurts my daughter and gets away with it. Lad, take her to a doctor."
Ragetti nodded before picking up Emily and running away.
"Please don' die," Ragetti whispered that night as he held Emily's hand.
Jack had won the fight against Norrington, successfully knocking him out. Will had made sure that after Emily was patched up, they would have a safe getaway to the Pearl. And now Emily and Ragetti were in their cabin, Ragetti crying and praying for her to live.
"Ye got ter live, Emily," he sobbed. "Ye can' leave meh an' Jack an' Pintel, ye jus' can'."
Emily groaned in pain, but she didn't move.
"Come on, mate, come eat somethin'," Pintel said while opening the cabin door.
"I'm not hungry," Ragetti said.
"Ye wan' meh ter get Annamaria?"
"Go ahead."
Pintel sighed as he sat next to his friend.
"She's gunna live, mate. Ye 'eard the doc: she'll be outta it fer a few days, then she'll wake up!"
"What if she don' wake up? What if she stays sleeping ferever?"
"She won' mate. She knows tha' she's got ter wake up sometime so you an' 'er can 'ave a family an' watch Jack 'ave drinking contests with 'is grandkids!"
Ragetti laughed.
"They won' be able ter beat 'im an' ye know it!"
"I know, but what if one does?"
"I dunno...they'll be very drunk."
In turn, Pintel laughed.
"Aye, tha's true, mate. Now come on deck and eat a spot o' somethin'."
"Fine."
They got up and walked out, but Ragetti turned around in the doorway and said, "Don' ye wake up 'til I get back, savvy?"
~*~*~*~*~ R.L.: So, I lied....there was no cross dressin', but I came up with a better plan. The bleeps were for some really bad words....don' worry 'bout Emily...ye can if ye wan', though.
Ragetti: I 'ave a splittin' 'eadache...
Pintel: I told ye it was a bad idea ter get drunk!
R.L.: read an' review!
~*~*~*~*~
Late winter slowly turned into early spring. That turned into mid spring and the time was getting ever closer to May 30th.
"I won' marry ye," Emily said stubbornly as she opened a bottle of rum.
"You are going to marry me, Miss Sparrow, whether you like it or not," Norrington said, trying to keep his temper down.
"I ain't marrying no Wig Boy tha' follows the law," Emily said after taking a gulp of the alcohol.
"Wig Boy?!"
Emily got up and pulled off his white wig.
"Ha! I knew it!" she laughed as she spun the wig on her index finger.
"Miss Sparrow! Give me back my wig!" Norrington said, his temper slightly showing.
"Why? Ye 'ave a nice head of 'air already!"
Then Emily felt his hand collide with the side of her face. The force sent her backwards into a table.
"Ye slapped meh!" she cried. "I can't believe ye did tha'!"
"If you keep acting like this, I'll forced to hit you even harder!"
Emily got up and ran into the shop.
"BOOTSTRAP! 'E SLAPPED MEH!" she cried as Norrington ran after her. She climbed onto some ceiling beams.
"She stole my wig!"
"Wig, schimg! Tha's no reason ter slap meh, ye woman abuser!"
"What is going on?!"
Elizabeth had just walked in.
"Miss Swann, Miss Sparrow just stole my wig-" Norrington broke off.
"And then 'e slapped meh! Sent meh flying in ter a table!" Emily cried. "An' it 'urt! Tha's the first time a man 'it meh an' it 'urt!"
"I did not slap her!"
"Ye did to! I 'ave a handprint on meh face thanks ter ye!"
"Norrington, please leave," Will said. "I don't need anymore furniture broken."
"What do you mean?"
"I heard that table break! Now, please leave!"
Norrington left and Emily came down from the beams.
"I really need ter escape from 'ere with me dad an' friends," Emily sighed as she sat down on the dirt floor.
"That's why I came," Elizabeth said. "I think we can find a way to save your dad and friends and not get married."
"I'm up fer anything," Emily said. "Will, get us some rum an' let 'Lizabeth tell 'er plan!"
They all agreed to the plan, but Will was rather reluctant. Emily even got on her hands and knees to beg him-something that pirates rarely did.
"I think I found one problem," Emily said on the day of the wedding. "Maybe two."
"What?" Elizabeth said.
"One-I 'ave ter wear this bloody dress. Two-I don' 'ave any rum."
"That's okay. Will, are you ready?" Elizabeth said as she tried to take the bandana off of Emily's head. "Emily, unless this thing comes off, you're going to have to fasten the veil to it."
"I'm ready. How about she go without the veil?" Will said.
"Awe, but it's green."
"Take off the bandana then."
Emily reluctantly untied the bandana and Elizabeth put the veil on her.
"Okay, we got something new-"
"The wooden eye," Will said.
"-Something old-"
"Me boots."
"-Something blue-"
"The clip in her braid."
"-And what was that last one? An heirloom or something."
"I got an heirloom. It's in me hair."
"What? The impossible-to-remove bone plate?"
"Yeah. Me great-great-great-great granddad passed it down through our family. I'm the first girl ter get it. Will, ye better leave now. The wedding's soon an' they'll be bring up my dad an' Pintel an' Ragetti.'
Will nodded before leaving.
An hour passed. Will was waiting outside of the jail when he heard footsteps.
Two officers came followed by Jack, Pintel, and Ragetti.
Will knocked the officers unconscious and freed the pirates.
"Ragetti, you run ahead," Will said. "Emily's about to get married!"
"The cliffs?" Ragetti asked. Will nodded and then he ran off.
"She's getting married? Ter who?" Jack demanded.
"Forced marriage to Norrington."
"WHAT? ME DAUGHTER IS NOT GUNNA MARRY SOME WIG WEARIN, LAW FOLLOWIN' BRITISH OFFICER!" Jack cried. "WHY THE *bleep bleep bleep bleep*!"
Emily heard yelling right in the middle of the ceremony.
"Dad," she said.
"What was that, my love?" Norrington asked.
"That yellin'! It's me dad!" she said with a grin.
"Pirate!" a woman screeched. "Help! There's a pirate!"
"Ragetti!" Emily laughed.
Norrington grabbed her arm, but she pulled away.
"GET HER!"
Random men from the audience tried to get Emily, but her dress was made to come off easily. Everyone saw that she was in her pirate clothes.
"See? I'm not tha' easy ter catch!" Emily laughed as she climbed onto the hanging podium. She replaced the glass eye with her wooden one and said, "Norrington, you must remember one thing."
"What's that?" he growled.
"I'm Captain Emily Sparrow! I'm jus' like me dad," she said while tying her bandana around her head. "An' tha' means, I'm jus' as hard ter catch."
She grabbed a nearby rope and swung over the crowd towards Ragetti, but there was a gunshot.
Emily let go of the rope, but didn't land on her feet.
"Emily!" Ragetti cried as he ran over to her. He moved her hands away from the bullet hole and saw that it was bleeding badly. "Why are ye always getting serious injuries?" "'Cause I'm always trying ter defend ye, mate," Emily said with a weak smile.
Jack ran over to them.
"Emily, don' die on meh, please!" he sobbed, tears running down his face and making black streaks due to the kohl under his eyes. "Ye can' die! Ye mean more ter meh than the Pearl!"
"Behind ye," Emily whispered before passing out.
Jack turned around and pulled out his sword just in time to block a blow from Norrington.
"You hurt my daughter," he growled. "No one hurts my daughter and gets away with it. Lad, take her to a doctor."
Ragetti nodded before picking up Emily and running away.
"Please don' die," Ragetti whispered that night as he held Emily's hand.
Jack had won the fight against Norrington, successfully knocking him out. Will had made sure that after Emily was patched up, they would have a safe getaway to the Pearl. And now Emily and Ragetti were in their cabin, Ragetti crying and praying for her to live.
"Ye got ter live, Emily," he sobbed. "Ye can' leave meh an' Jack an' Pintel, ye jus' can'."
Emily groaned in pain, but she didn't move.
"Come on, mate, come eat somethin'," Pintel said while opening the cabin door.
"I'm not hungry," Ragetti said.
"Ye wan' meh ter get Annamaria?"
"Go ahead."
Pintel sighed as he sat next to his friend.
"She's gunna live, mate. Ye 'eard the doc: she'll be outta it fer a few days, then she'll wake up!"
"What if she don' wake up? What if she stays sleeping ferever?"
"She won' mate. She knows tha' she's got ter wake up sometime so you an' 'er can 'ave a family an' watch Jack 'ave drinking contests with 'is grandkids!"
Ragetti laughed.
"They won' be able ter beat 'im an' ye know it!"
"I know, but what if one does?"
"I dunno...they'll be very drunk."
In turn, Pintel laughed.
"Aye, tha's true, mate. Now come on deck and eat a spot o' somethin'."
"Fine."
They got up and walked out, but Ragetti turned around in the doorway and said, "Don' ye wake up 'til I get back, savvy?"
~*~*~*~*~ R.L.: So, I lied....there was no cross dressin', but I came up with a better plan. The bleeps were for some really bad words....don' worry 'bout Emily...ye can if ye wan', though.