~Author's Note and Disclaimer~
Still don't own any *main* characters. Disney owns Pirates, Johnny Depp
owns his kids, and a pretty model lady owns Johnny Depp. See? I got it
all figured out. Oh! And thanks to my first reviewer, Kristi Carlson
Fernandez, I'm making this chapter! Let's get on with the story now.
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Chapter 2:
Dawn came with ruffles of pink clouds looming over the horizon, and the breezy air was moist and salt. Everything was soggy and had absorbed rain. Especially Captain Jack and Sandy.
"Bloody hell! I'm all wet!" he whined, picking at his wet clothes that hung off of him. Sandy just laid motionless on the ground, her icy blue eyes fix on him.
"Feeling cheerful today, I see," he said to her as he poured water from his boots. To that, she lifted herself into a sitting position. She wrung her soaked strawberry blonde hair of rainwater and ran her fingers through its thickness.
"Far from cheerful, Jack. M'afraid I feel a little .. hm.. ill. So if ye'd excuse me, I need ta go-" but before she finished, she clapped a hand over her mouth and ran to the railing of the ship. Jack cringed to hear the sound of expelling vomit.
When she finished, she wiped her mouth and did a swagger, much like that of Jacks', over to him to lay down.
"I'm sorry, love. Ye get sick easily, don't ye?" he asked. She shook her head in response before she balled herself up.
"Ye feelin a'right, there, missy?" he asked as he made his way over to her. She looked up at him trying to express pride, but through her stomach pains, she lay motionless.
"Well look who's awake!" the captain said, stretching as she slammed her cabin door shut.
"Looks like it rained. Hey! Why she be bundled up like that, mate? What'd ye do to her?!" she cried angrily holding a fist to Jack's face. He shrugged, but before he could answer, she pulled him off his feet and screamed, "ANSWER ME, ASS!"
His eyes widened and then, they both heard a moaning, "Please. Leave em' alone. Didn't do nothin wrong." She got off the ground and repeated, "He didn't do nothin-" but before she got the last word, she fell back. Jack ran over to catch her, but she steadied herself and said, "No, I'll.. I'll be fine. Now he didn't do-" "Nothin wrong, I got that much. Now tell me, what the hell are you doing staggering around like a damn idiot?!" the captain interrupted.
"She fell ill, love," Jack said, trying to sound sincere. She shot him a displeased smile and said, "First off, I'm not yer damn love, and secondly, I'm Captain Sheryl Diego and this is MY ship, The Sapphire."
"Well, Sheryl-" "Captain Sheryl," she corrected. "*Captain* Sheryl," he said bitterly, "Why were ye so protective of her jus then, eh?"
"She may be cursed, Jack Sparrow, but she's still like me little sister," she said, tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, and walked away. Cursed? Jack thought. He helped Sandy get below deck, then fired off a question.
"S'cuse me fer askin' so, but how you be cursed?" he asked. She fell silent for a while, then said, "Some things are better off not bein' known, savvey?" Jack just kept quiet as they walked into a small room filled with chests of treasure.
"Ye feelin' a'right, missy?" he asked. She grinned and nodded. He wondered why she'd grinned so much.
"The reason why I'd puked, Jack," Sandy began, "Was because I'd drunk so much the day before yesterday. Rum has strange overhangs on me, it does. I was so drunk that night, that's the reason I'd sunk yer ship, I'm guessing, Jack. How'd you sink mine? I know that Captain Sheryl must've been a spectator, so it was to her advantage."
"I'd sunk yer's fer the same reason, yet I was probably drinkin' a lot more n'you. I don't lose me mind THAT easily without drinkin' at least six bottles o'rum," Jack said. She raised her eyebrows. "Six?" she asked. He nodded triumphantly.
"Then, the door burst open. The captain was standing there and paused, looking at them funny, then said, "We've decided we need to get rid o'ye, Miss Sandy. Say yer farewells now, then follow me ta walk th'plank."
"Jack stood up straight and said, "No! Ummm.. ye can't be doin' that! These waters are shark infested! And there's no island for about twenty miles!" The captain smiled and said, "Ye'd be surprised, Jack." Bewildered, Jack stood dumbfounded.
"Captain, if ye'd be so kind as ta let us talk.." Sandy said. The captain rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut.
"Now, Jack, hun, m'sorry I hafta leave you like this, but I *PROMISE* we will meet again. Just listen, this is a temporary good bye, but we'll find each other at th'treasure..I mean.. we'll find eachother .. with pleasure! Yes, and ..uh.. don't worry about me. Honest, I promise we'll meet again," and with that, she kissed him quickly on the lips. For a moment, his gaze met hers, but then the captain threw the door open.
"Okay. With me, Miss," she said. Sandy threw him a pleading look and then slowly pried herself away from him. He went above deck with them and watched as they prodded her onto the board.
"Any last words?" she asked.
"Don't kill Sparrow," she said and fell from the board. She melted into the water and her head popped up for the last time to yell, "We will meet again, Jack Sparrow!"
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~Author's Note~ What will happen to Sandy? When is the treasure going to be the main plot? How is Sandy cursed? Who really cares? Review. I need some more ideas, but I've got the story all figured out. I packed in some surprises along the way!
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Chapter 2:
Dawn came with ruffles of pink clouds looming over the horizon, and the breezy air was moist and salt. Everything was soggy and had absorbed rain. Especially Captain Jack and Sandy.
"Bloody hell! I'm all wet!" he whined, picking at his wet clothes that hung off of him. Sandy just laid motionless on the ground, her icy blue eyes fix on him.
"Feeling cheerful today, I see," he said to her as he poured water from his boots. To that, she lifted herself into a sitting position. She wrung her soaked strawberry blonde hair of rainwater and ran her fingers through its thickness.
"Far from cheerful, Jack. M'afraid I feel a little .. hm.. ill. So if ye'd excuse me, I need ta go-" but before she finished, she clapped a hand over her mouth and ran to the railing of the ship. Jack cringed to hear the sound of expelling vomit.
When she finished, she wiped her mouth and did a swagger, much like that of Jacks', over to him to lay down.
"I'm sorry, love. Ye get sick easily, don't ye?" he asked. She shook her head in response before she balled herself up.
"Ye feelin a'right, there, missy?" he asked as he made his way over to her. She looked up at him trying to express pride, but through her stomach pains, she lay motionless.
"Well look who's awake!" the captain said, stretching as she slammed her cabin door shut.
"Looks like it rained. Hey! Why she be bundled up like that, mate? What'd ye do to her?!" she cried angrily holding a fist to Jack's face. He shrugged, but before he could answer, she pulled him off his feet and screamed, "ANSWER ME, ASS!"
His eyes widened and then, they both heard a moaning, "Please. Leave em' alone. Didn't do nothin wrong." She got off the ground and repeated, "He didn't do nothin-" but before she got the last word, she fell back. Jack ran over to catch her, but she steadied herself and said, "No, I'll.. I'll be fine. Now he didn't do-" "Nothin wrong, I got that much. Now tell me, what the hell are you doing staggering around like a damn idiot?!" the captain interrupted.
"She fell ill, love," Jack said, trying to sound sincere. She shot him a displeased smile and said, "First off, I'm not yer damn love, and secondly, I'm Captain Sheryl Diego and this is MY ship, The Sapphire."
"Well, Sheryl-" "Captain Sheryl," she corrected. "*Captain* Sheryl," he said bitterly, "Why were ye so protective of her jus then, eh?"
"She may be cursed, Jack Sparrow, but she's still like me little sister," she said, tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder, and walked away. Cursed? Jack thought. He helped Sandy get below deck, then fired off a question.
"S'cuse me fer askin' so, but how you be cursed?" he asked. She fell silent for a while, then said, "Some things are better off not bein' known, savvey?" Jack just kept quiet as they walked into a small room filled with chests of treasure.
"Ye feelin' a'right, missy?" he asked. She grinned and nodded. He wondered why she'd grinned so much.
"The reason why I'd puked, Jack," Sandy began, "Was because I'd drunk so much the day before yesterday. Rum has strange overhangs on me, it does. I was so drunk that night, that's the reason I'd sunk yer ship, I'm guessing, Jack. How'd you sink mine? I know that Captain Sheryl must've been a spectator, so it was to her advantage."
"I'd sunk yer's fer the same reason, yet I was probably drinkin' a lot more n'you. I don't lose me mind THAT easily without drinkin' at least six bottles o'rum," Jack said. She raised her eyebrows. "Six?" she asked. He nodded triumphantly.
"Then, the door burst open. The captain was standing there and paused, looking at them funny, then said, "We've decided we need to get rid o'ye, Miss Sandy. Say yer farewells now, then follow me ta walk th'plank."
"Jack stood up straight and said, "No! Ummm.. ye can't be doin' that! These waters are shark infested! And there's no island for about twenty miles!" The captain smiled and said, "Ye'd be surprised, Jack." Bewildered, Jack stood dumbfounded.
"Captain, if ye'd be so kind as ta let us talk.." Sandy said. The captain rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut.
"Now, Jack, hun, m'sorry I hafta leave you like this, but I *PROMISE* we will meet again. Just listen, this is a temporary good bye, but we'll find each other at th'treasure..I mean.. we'll find eachother .. with pleasure! Yes, and ..uh.. don't worry about me. Honest, I promise we'll meet again," and with that, she kissed him quickly on the lips. For a moment, his gaze met hers, but then the captain threw the door open.
"Okay. With me, Miss," she said. Sandy threw him a pleading look and then slowly pried herself away from him. He went above deck with them and watched as they prodded her onto the board.
"Any last words?" she asked.
"Don't kill Sparrow," she said and fell from the board. She melted into the water and her head popped up for the last time to yell, "We will meet again, Jack Sparrow!"
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~Author's Note~ What will happen to Sandy? When is the treasure going to be the main plot? How is Sandy cursed? Who really cares? Review. I need some more ideas, but I've got the story all figured out. I packed in some surprises along the way!