~Author's Note and Disclaimer~
I intend to continue this fic, but GRRR only ONE review so far. *pouts*
Grrr!! If only I'd done this a long time ago, I wouldn't be so EAGER for
reviews!!! I'll stop ranting... it's getting old. Oh yeah, I own Disney,
and Johnny Depp, I made the movie, I thought up Pirates of the Caribbean,
and I'm the queen of England, I rule Hollywood, and I invented the first
computer. Yeah, on top of all that, I'm a pro-tennis player and flutist...
(You can clearly see I'm joking, so I assume no one will sue)
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Chapter 4:
Jack awoke to the light streaming in through the window. He noticed Sheryl's bed was made, and he was sleeping on the hard floor. He got up and steadied himself. His right side of his body was tingling in numbness, as he slept on it most of the night. He sauntered out of the room to the wheel.
"Ye sleep well, Jack?" she asked him with an eyebrow drawn up. He smiled slyly and said, "It shouldn't concern you really, but if you must know, I slept soundly enough to your... may I say, infernal snoring." She shot both eyebrows up surprised and said, "Really? Well I was thinkin I was going ta let ya have a fair share in th'treasure, but if ye can't stand ta cooperate tha'much I might at well keep it all to m'self..."
"Ah, um... Sorry about that, love, but-" "I'm not yer damn love, fer th'last time!" she yelled at him.
He rolled his eyes and walked up, gesturing to the wheel, he asked, "May I have a go?" She laughed teasingly and said, "Not on yer life, Sparrow. Ye can't steer anything, let alone a ship!"
He leaned back to a wooden wall and slid down to a sitting position. "About the treasure-how far away is it, from here?" he asked very animated with his hands moving in a synchronized fashion like he was conducting an orchestra.
"27 miles Northeast. We should be reaching it by dark fall if we're lucky," she said exasperatedly as she sat back in a tall chair, and propped her legs in between the handle bridges to steady it for her without standing up.
Suddenly, Jack saw a piece of island ahead and yelled, "We must stop there! We have to!" She turned herself around, taking her boots from the wheel and plunking them down on the deck. "Now why do ye want ta stop there?!" she yelled back. He leaned forward and said, "Rum, love. Rum." She went to whack him with her open hand, but as it swished to his face, it stopped. As if magnetically driven away, she withdrew it and let off a sigh.
"Getting too soft on me, aren't ye?" he said, widely grinning. She shot him a fake grin and said, "Oh, yes. That's it. I'm just so deeply in love with ye, I can't bear ta hurt ye." She rolled her eyes again and as she walked away, she deliberately crushed his foot. He cursed wildly and spat at her as she halted, her back still to him.
"I can't live with you, cursed woman! I have to get out of here! I doubt you'll ever even find that treasure! There's nothing to please you and you're always ANGRY!" he groaned furiously. She smirked then, turned to face him and said, "Ye'll be departin' at th'same island ye said ye wanted ta get off at. Take yer crew and get ready ta leave, Sparrow."
Pity, Sheryl thought, and he was such a fine pirate. She furiously tramped down the deck of the boat, until she was far enough away from him, so that she couldn't hear his swearing any longer. She leaned against the railing, and slid down, dangling her long legs off the ship. She felt the splashes of cold seawater spray her as she angrily scraped her hair out of her face.
Jack sat there, still hugging his crushed foot, and wondered why she still hated him. He'd been on her ship for at least two days and she still had no intentions on keeping him. He got up and dragged his foot as he walked back to where Sheryl was. He watched her as she stared into the water. He wondered what she might have been thinking, because her face had no expression. Which was actually a step above the normal scowl always imprinted on it. He snuck over and very lightly tapped her shoulder, saying, "May I join you, love?"
She flinched a little, then said, "God dammit, Jack! I can't have a moment to myself!" With that, she scrambled up, looked him in the eyes and said very seriously, "And so help me, if ye call me love again, I'll make sure you and yer crew never see th'light a'day AGAIN." She crushed his foot yet again before trudging off to the wheel once more.
Jack still stood, despite the pain in his foot. He turned and sashayed back to the wheel for another round of bickering. She looked up at him, and thought, good god. It takes this guy forever to see that I clearly don't like him. She stepped back a little, for he stood with a mischeivious, broad smile planted on his face.
"Jack, in about half an hour, we will be on that island. I hope ye are just sayin' yer goodbyes," Sheryl said irritatedly.
"Yes, I guess I should, eh? Well, don't miss me too much, *Captain Sheryl*," he said with a touch of sarcasm on the name. She rolled her eyes, saying, "Oh, don't ye worry. I'm not going to miss you any more than I miss that cursed Sandy woman."
He was about to say something, when they heard a cannon go off. They looked at each other, wide-eyed, and, in unison, saying, "What the hell was that!?" They ran to the railing to see a ship...with white sails. The Royal Navy.
"The Royal Navy! Oh shit!" Sheryl screamed before firing off commands to the crews. Jack was also giving commands to HIS crew.
"Fire!" screamed Sheryl. They heard a loud BANG, and suddenly, the enemy ships' hull was obliterated. Men from the other ship shot ropes to The Sapphire and began fighting with swords, knives, and other weapons. A soldier had grabbed Sheryl, but she ended up winning that fight singlehandedly. After that, Sheryls' clothes were all ripped and dusty, and she was behind a barrel with Jack. They both lifted the barrel and knocked out three to four men just by throwing it.
Just as they were about to high-five, a soldier knocked Jack in the head with some object, and Jack blacked out. The soldier grabbed Jack and was about to take him to another ship when Sheryl yelled, "Hey! What do ye think yer doing! Let go of him!" The soldier smiled and yelled to the other men to get her, and she, outnumbered, black out and was captured as well.
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~Author's Note~ Can't wait for more, huh? It's getting interesting. A LOT more interesting. ;) Review.
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Chapter 4:
Jack awoke to the light streaming in through the window. He noticed Sheryl's bed was made, and he was sleeping on the hard floor. He got up and steadied himself. His right side of his body was tingling in numbness, as he slept on it most of the night. He sauntered out of the room to the wheel.
"Ye sleep well, Jack?" she asked him with an eyebrow drawn up. He smiled slyly and said, "It shouldn't concern you really, but if you must know, I slept soundly enough to your... may I say, infernal snoring." She shot both eyebrows up surprised and said, "Really? Well I was thinkin I was going ta let ya have a fair share in th'treasure, but if ye can't stand ta cooperate tha'much I might at well keep it all to m'self..."
"Ah, um... Sorry about that, love, but-" "I'm not yer damn love, fer th'last time!" she yelled at him.
He rolled his eyes and walked up, gesturing to the wheel, he asked, "May I have a go?" She laughed teasingly and said, "Not on yer life, Sparrow. Ye can't steer anything, let alone a ship!"
He leaned back to a wooden wall and slid down to a sitting position. "About the treasure-how far away is it, from here?" he asked very animated with his hands moving in a synchronized fashion like he was conducting an orchestra.
"27 miles Northeast. We should be reaching it by dark fall if we're lucky," she said exasperatedly as she sat back in a tall chair, and propped her legs in between the handle bridges to steady it for her without standing up.
Suddenly, Jack saw a piece of island ahead and yelled, "We must stop there! We have to!" She turned herself around, taking her boots from the wheel and plunking them down on the deck. "Now why do ye want ta stop there?!" she yelled back. He leaned forward and said, "Rum, love. Rum." She went to whack him with her open hand, but as it swished to his face, it stopped. As if magnetically driven away, she withdrew it and let off a sigh.
"Getting too soft on me, aren't ye?" he said, widely grinning. She shot him a fake grin and said, "Oh, yes. That's it. I'm just so deeply in love with ye, I can't bear ta hurt ye." She rolled her eyes again and as she walked away, she deliberately crushed his foot. He cursed wildly and spat at her as she halted, her back still to him.
"I can't live with you, cursed woman! I have to get out of here! I doubt you'll ever even find that treasure! There's nothing to please you and you're always ANGRY!" he groaned furiously. She smirked then, turned to face him and said, "Ye'll be departin' at th'same island ye said ye wanted ta get off at. Take yer crew and get ready ta leave, Sparrow."
Pity, Sheryl thought, and he was such a fine pirate. She furiously tramped down the deck of the boat, until she was far enough away from him, so that she couldn't hear his swearing any longer. She leaned against the railing, and slid down, dangling her long legs off the ship. She felt the splashes of cold seawater spray her as she angrily scraped her hair out of her face.
Jack sat there, still hugging his crushed foot, and wondered why she still hated him. He'd been on her ship for at least two days and she still had no intentions on keeping him. He got up and dragged his foot as he walked back to where Sheryl was. He watched her as she stared into the water. He wondered what she might have been thinking, because her face had no expression. Which was actually a step above the normal scowl always imprinted on it. He snuck over and very lightly tapped her shoulder, saying, "May I join you, love?"
She flinched a little, then said, "God dammit, Jack! I can't have a moment to myself!" With that, she scrambled up, looked him in the eyes and said very seriously, "And so help me, if ye call me love again, I'll make sure you and yer crew never see th'light a'day AGAIN." She crushed his foot yet again before trudging off to the wheel once more.
Jack still stood, despite the pain in his foot. He turned and sashayed back to the wheel for another round of bickering. She looked up at him, and thought, good god. It takes this guy forever to see that I clearly don't like him. She stepped back a little, for he stood with a mischeivious, broad smile planted on his face.
"Jack, in about half an hour, we will be on that island. I hope ye are just sayin' yer goodbyes," Sheryl said irritatedly.
"Yes, I guess I should, eh? Well, don't miss me too much, *Captain Sheryl*," he said with a touch of sarcasm on the name. She rolled her eyes, saying, "Oh, don't ye worry. I'm not going to miss you any more than I miss that cursed Sandy woman."
He was about to say something, when they heard a cannon go off. They looked at each other, wide-eyed, and, in unison, saying, "What the hell was that!?" They ran to the railing to see a ship...with white sails. The Royal Navy.
"The Royal Navy! Oh shit!" Sheryl screamed before firing off commands to the crews. Jack was also giving commands to HIS crew.
"Fire!" screamed Sheryl. They heard a loud BANG, and suddenly, the enemy ships' hull was obliterated. Men from the other ship shot ropes to The Sapphire and began fighting with swords, knives, and other weapons. A soldier had grabbed Sheryl, but she ended up winning that fight singlehandedly. After that, Sheryls' clothes were all ripped and dusty, and she was behind a barrel with Jack. They both lifted the barrel and knocked out three to four men just by throwing it.
Just as they were about to high-five, a soldier knocked Jack in the head with some object, and Jack blacked out. The soldier grabbed Jack and was about to take him to another ship when Sheryl yelled, "Hey! What do ye think yer doing! Let go of him!" The soldier smiled and yelled to the other men to get her, and she, outnumbered, black out and was captured as well.
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~Author's Note~ Can't wait for more, huh? It's getting interesting. A LOT more interesting. ;) Review.