Sarah: We don't own anyone but our Will and our Jack *huggles Jack*
Laurel: Righto! *huggles Will*
*movie producers suddenly appear*
Movie Producer: Excuse me? Ahem?
Laurel and Sarah: Dammit. *huggle Will and Jack closer* YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!!!
Movie Producer: Let them go, or I'll steal all your celery sticks and crutons!
Laurel and Sarah: Pooey! YOU CRUTONIC MORONS! *reluctantly let Will and Jack go* THEY DON'T BELONG TO US ANYMORE!!! WAAAAAAAAH!!! *sob hysterically*
Will and Jack: YAY WE'RE FREE!!!
~Laurel POV~
I watched with a grin on my face as Sarah gave Captain Sparrow his "effects", knowing that she was enjoying every second of it. I started giggling when she put on his belt for him. It was just too odd. When she walked slowly back to where I was standing, I chuckled and shook my head. She just looked at me with a smug smile and an ecstatic expression.
Jack sort of nodded his approval, the chain still around Elizabeth's neck. "Gentlemen," he said, looking towards my uncle, the commodore and the soldiers, "ladies," he nodded to Elizabeth, Sarah and I, "this is the day you will remember that you almost caught... Captain Jack Sparrow!" With that he pulled away the chain and pushed Elizabitch with all his might towards us. Then he turned around and kicked a gear with his foot, causing a rope to fly upwards. He grabbed onto it and rode it up to the top the ship's mast. Sarah squealed and cheered him on while the soldiers began firing their guns. "Go Captain Jack!" she cried, jumping up and down slightly. He paused for a split second and winked at her, then rode down yet ANOTHER rope to the ground and started running away. Sarah watched him with her mouth hanging open and her eyes glittering with delight. I must admit it was quite amazing.
"Get him!" the governor bellowed. All the soldiers around us ran after Jack, who was now fleeing towards the town. Sarah and I started to run after them. "Laurel! Sarah! Get back here!" my uncle yelled.
"NO!! SHUT UP!!" we both yelled. "YOU FAT OLD COOT!!" Sarah added, and we kept running.
Sarah is much more athletic than I am and was running along without a care. I, on the other hand, could only go so far before I lost sight of the bright red-coated soldiers and Sarah. "Damn," I muttered. I rounded a corner to an alley and bumped into... who else? Will Turner. Yay!
"Laurel! Why are you all out of breath?" he asked with a concerned look.
"I was following *pant* a pirate," I told him, leaning against the wall to catch my breath.
"A pirate?!"
"Yes, he threatened *pant* to kill Elizabit- err, Elizabeth."
His eyes got wide and glittered in anger. "He threatened to kill her?"
"...Yes." Oh, boy, he looked angry.
"Come on!" he said furiously, grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked happily, not really caring, just as long as he kept holding my hand.
"Back to my shop." Oooh, goody!! I thought excitedly. We started walking down the alley when...
"What the bloody-!!!" A person came running down the street and smacked right into Will, knocking him down. I immediately knew who it was, since she was wearing only a shift.
"Sarah!!" I growled, helping Will up. "What in the name of the Lord do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry! I lost Ja- erm, the soldiers, and was looking for him... I mean them," she told me hurriedly. "Can I come with you?"
"Yes, I suppose you must," said Will, and he started walking down the street.
Sarah and I followed him back to the blacksmith shop, where he quietly opened the door and looked in. "It's all right. Come on," he said, gesturing to us. We nodded and followed him. The first thing that I noticed was that all the machinery was going, and that the donkey that powered it seemed excited about something. Will knelt down and stopped him. Ahh, he was good with animals, too.
The next thing I saw was that there was another man sitting on a chair, unconscious. In his left hand there was a whiskey bottle, which was half empty. "Right where I left you," Will said with a smile. Sarah and I started giggling madly as the man started talking in his sleep. I walked over to a table, curious about the tools he used, when I found a hat that seemed oddly familiar.
"Will, is this yours?" I asked, holding it up. He got a puzzled look and shook his head.
"Hey, that looks like-" Sarah started to say.
All of a sudden someone jumped out of the shadows, a sword in their hand. Sarah and I screeched and ran to the other side of the shop. It was Jack Sparrow! Bloody hell, of all the places for him to pop up...
Will grabbed a sword off a nearby stand and the two of them began dueling. The swords sliced through the air and met with a *clang* over and over again. "Do you really think this wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack asked at one point. How dare he call him a boy!? Will glared at him and didn't answer. "Ta!" Jack said cheerily as he ran for the door. Will took the sword he held and threw it, aiming straight for where Jack was. Sarah cried out and covered her eyes in fear. The sword slammed into the door, mere centimeters from Jack's nose, causing it to stick shut. He stared at it for a moment in wonder, then began to pull at it. It wouldn't even budge. He turned to Will.
"That is a WONDERFUL trick...but once again, you are between me and my way out, and now...you have no weapon." He was right. I couldn't see any possible way for Will to win this one.
But both of us were wrong. Quickly he grabbed a red-hot sword out of a nearby fire and brandished it. "Oooh, Jack is going to get his arse kicked," I muttered to Sarah, earning me a jab in the ribs. We both turned back to the fight. The two of them were now dueling around a piece of machinery.
"Who MAKES all these?" Jack said incredulously, looking at the weapons.
"I do!" Will said proudly. He was so talented... *clang clang* "...and I practice with them *clang* for three hours every day!" *clang clang*
They jabbed at each other a few more times before Jack said, "You need a girl, mate."
"Ooh, ooh! Pick me!" I squealed quietly, bouncing on the balls of my feet and watching them continue to fight.
"Or MAYBE," Jack continued, "the reason you practice three hours a day *clang clang* is because you already have one-"
"Damn!" I blurted out.
"-and are otherwise incapable of WOOing so..." *clang clang* Sarah started madly tittering and I hit her on her arm.
"The reason I practice three hours a day is that so when i FIND I pirate...I can kill IT," Will shot back.
"Haha!" I cried triumphantly. The other three stopped and stared at me. "Erm... carry on," I muttered, blushing.
Will and Jack continued to clash swords for several more minutes. It was full of action, including each of them being thrown up onto the rafters above our heads. Sarah waggled her eyebrows, and we looked up with idiotic grins on our faces and watched as they nimbly leapt from beam to beam.
"That makes them seem even more attractive," Sarah said breathlessly.
"Yeah..." To our disappointment, both of them fell back to the ground, and Will ended up covered in brown... stuff. He had dropped his sword and just sort of stood in front of the back door, not really knowing what to do.
Jack pulled out a pistol and aimed it at him. "Move."
"No."
The pirate cocked the gun and put his finger on the trigger. "This bullet was not meant for you," he told Will.
"NO!" I screamed, leaping in front of him. "You can't DO that!"
"And why not, miss?" Jack asked sarcastically, not lowering the gun.
"Because... I'm buying time for the blacksmith that's about to smash your head with a whiskey bottle," I said.
"Wha-?" CRASH.
"Teehee!" I giggled.
"Oh my goodness!" Sarah squealed and ran over to where Jack's form lay on the floor. "YOU KILLED HIM, YOU BIG FUDGE MONKEY!!!" she screamed at the blacksmith. Honestly, the names that girl comes up with...
"He isn't dead, you dunce," I told her. Just at that moment the main door broke down and in strode my uncle, the commodore, and his band of goons. The commodore looked to the blacksmith, completely ignoring Will. "Good work," he said in his usual big air-headed idiot fashion.
"Just doin' my duty, sir," the blacksmith muttered, obviously very drunk.
"Sarah! Laurel! What are you two doing here?" my uncle asked suddenly.
"Errr..." Sarah and I said intelligently. "You see-"
"It's an interesting story, actually..."
"We, um..."
"Yeah, well..."
"Sir, I told them to come here," Will said suddenly. I turned around and gaped at him. "Huh?" Sarah and I both blurted.
"Yes," he continued with a raised eyebrow and a piercing glare at me. Oooh, I get it! "I met up with them in an alleyway and they told me about the pirate. So I asked them to come back here to the shop with me. I just didn't want them to be injured." Wow, he's a good liar...
"Um... yes, that's exactly what happened," Sarah said.
"Yes. We saw him in an alley." I nodded in agreement.
"Very well then. Come along, girls. We need to get you some clothes, Sarah," my uncle said, ushering us to the door. Sarah looked down at her attire and blushed. I snickered, getting evil glares from both of them.
Before I walked out the door I turned around and looked at Will. "Thank you," I mouthed to him. He grinned and nodded.
It was just as we were climbing into the carriage that I realized something. I was in love.
~*~*~*~*~
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Laurel: Righto! *huggles Will*
*movie producers suddenly appear*
Movie Producer: Excuse me? Ahem?
Laurel and Sarah: Dammit. *huggle Will and Jack closer* YOU CAN'T HAVE THEM!!!
Movie Producer: Let them go, or I'll steal all your celery sticks and crutons!
Laurel and Sarah: Pooey! YOU CRUTONIC MORONS! *reluctantly let Will and Jack go* THEY DON'T BELONG TO US ANYMORE!!! WAAAAAAAAH!!! *sob hysterically*
Will and Jack: YAY WE'RE FREE!!!
~Laurel POV~
I watched with a grin on my face as Sarah gave Captain Sparrow his "effects", knowing that she was enjoying every second of it. I started giggling when she put on his belt for him. It was just too odd. When she walked slowly back to where I was standing, I chuckled and shook my head. She just looked at me with a smug smile and an ecstatic expression.
Jack sort of nodded his approval, the chain still around Elizabeth's neck. "Gentlemen," he said, looking towards my uncle, the commodore and the soldiers, "ladies," he nodded to Elizabeth, Sarah and I, "this is the day you will remember that you almost caught... Captain Jack Sparrow!" With that he pulled away the chain and pushed Elizabitch with all his might towards us. Then he turned around and kicked a gear with his foot, causing a rope to fly upwards. He grabbed onto it and rode it up to the top the ship's mast. Sarah squealed and cheered him on while the soldiers began firing their guns. "Go Captain Jack!" she cried, jumping up and down slightly. He paused for a split second and winked at her, then rode down yet ANOTHER rope to the ground and started running away. Sarah watched him with her mouth hanging open and her eyes glittering with delight. I must admit it was quite amazing.
"Get him!" the governor bellowed. All the soldiers around us ran after Jack, who was now fleeing towards the town. Sarah and I started to run after them. "Laurel! Sarah! Get back here!" my uncle yelled.
"NO!! SHUT UP!!" we both yelled. "YOU FAT OLD COOT!!" Sarah added, and we kept running.
Sarah is much more athletic than I am and was running along without a care. I, on the other hand, could only go so far before I lost sight of the bright red-coated soldiers and Sarah. "Damn," I muttered. I rounded a corner to an alley and bumped into... who else? Will Turner. Yay!
"Laurel! Why are you all out of breath?" he asked with a concerned look.
"I was following *pant* a pirate," I told him, leaning against the wall to catch my breath.
"A pirate?!"
"Yes, he threatened *pant* to kill Elizabit- err, Elizabeth."
His eyes got wide and glittered in anger. "He threatened to kill her?"
"...Yes." Oh, boy, he looked angry.
"Come on!" he said furiously, grabbing my hand.
"Where are we going?" I asked happily, not really caring, just as long as he kept holding my hand.
"Back to my shop." Oooh, goody!! I thought excitedly. We started walking down the alley when...
"What the bloody-!!!" A person came running down the street and smacked right into Will, knocking him down. I immediately knew who it was, since she was wearing only a shift.
"Sarah!!" I growled, helping Will up. "What in the name of the Lord do you think you're doing?"
"Sorry! I lost Ja- erm, the soldiers, and was looking for him... I mean them," she told me hurriedly. "Can I come with you?"
"Yes, I suppose you must," said Will, and he started walking down the street.
Sarah and I followed him back to the blacksmith shop, where he quietly opened the door and looked in. "It's all right. Come on," he said, gesturing to us. We nodded and followed him. The first thing that I noticed was that all the machinery was going, and that the donkey that powered it seemed excited about something. Will knelt down and stopped him. Ahh, he was good with animals, too.
The next thing I saw was that there was another man sitting on a chair, unconscious. In his left hand there was a whiskey bottle, which was half empty. "Right where I left you," Will said with a smile. Sarah and I started giggling madly as the man started talking in his sleep. I walked over to a table, curious about the tools he used, when I found a hat that seemed oddly familiar.
"Will, is this yours?" I asked, holding it up. He got a puzzled look and shook his head.
"Hey, that looks like-" Sarah started to say.
All of a sudden someone jumped out of the shadows, a sword in their hand. Sarah and I screeched and ran to the other side of the shop. It was Jack Sparrow! Bloody hell, of all the places for him to pop up...
Will grabbed a sword off a nearby stand and the two of them began dueling. The swords sliced through the air and met with a *clang* over and over again. "Do you really think this wise boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?" Jack asked at one point. How dare he call him a boy!? Will glared at him and didn't answer. "Ta!" Jack said cheerily as he ran for the door. Will took the sword he held and threw it, aiming straight for where Jack was. Sarah cried out and covered her eyes in fear. The sword slammed into the door, mere centimeters from Jack's nose, causing it to stick shut. He stared at it for a moment in wonder, then began to pull at it. It wouldn't even budge. He turned to Will.
"That is a WONDERFUL trick...but once again, you are between me and my way out, and now...you have no weapon." He was right. I couldn't see any possible way for Will to win this one.
But both of us were wrong. Quickly he grabbed a red-hot sword out of a nearby fire and brandished it. "Oooh, Jack is going to get his arse kicked," I muttered to Sarah, earning me a jab in the ribs. We both turned back to the fight. The two of them were now dueling around a piece of machinery.
"Who MAKES all these?" Jack said incredulously, looking at the weapons.
"I do!" Will said proudly. He was so talented... *clang clang* "...and I practice with them *clang* for three hours every day!" *clang clang*
They jabbed at each other a few more times before Jack said, "You need a girl, mate."
"Ooh, ooh! Pick me!" I squealed quietly, bouncing on the balls of my feet and watching them continue to fight.
"Or MAYBE," Jack continued, "the reason you practice three hours a day *clang clang* is because you already have one-"
"Damn!" I blurted out.
"-and are otherwise incapable of WOOing so..." *clang clang* Sarah started madly tittering and I hit her on her arm.
"The reason I practice three hours a day is that so when i FIND I pirate...I can kill IT," Will shot back.
"Haha!" I cried triumphantly. The other three stopped and stared at me. "Erm... carry on," I muttered, blushing.
Will and Jack continued to clash swords for several more minutes. It was full of action, including each of them being thrown up onto the rafters above our heads. Sarah waggled her eyebrows, and we looked up with idiotic grins on our faces and watched as they nimbly leapt from beam to beam.
"That makes them seem even more attractive," Sarah said breathlessly.
"Yeah..." To our disappointment, both of them fell back to the ground, and Will ended up covered in brown... stuff. He had dropped his sword and just sort of stood in front of the back door, not really knowing what to do.
Jack pulled out a pistol and aimed it at him. "Move."
"No."
The pirate cocked the gun and put his finger on the trigger. "This bullet was not meant for you," he told Will.
"NO!" I screamed, leaping in front of him. "You can't DO that!"
"And why not, miss?" Jack asked sarcastically, not lowering the gun.
"Because... I'm buying time for the blacksmith that's about to smash your head with a whiskey bottle," I said.
"Wha-?" CRASH.
"Teehee!" I giggled.
"Oh my goodness!" Sarah squealed and ran over to where Jack's form lay on the floor. "YOU KILLED HIM, YOU BIG FUDGE MONKEY!!!" she screamed at the blacksmith. Honestly, the names that girl comes up with...
"He isn't dead, you dunce," I told her. Just at that moment the main door broke down and in strode my uncle, the commodore, and his band of goons. The commodore looked to the blacksmith, completely ignoring Will. "Good work," he said in his usual big air-headed idiot fashion.
"Just doin' my duty, sir," the blacksmith muttered, obviously very drunk.
"Sarah! Laurel! What are you two doing here?" my uncle asked suddenly.
"Errr..." Sarah and I said intelligently. "You see-"
"It's an interesting story, actually..."
"We, um..."
"Yeah, well..."
"Sir, I told them to come here," Will said suddenly. I turned around and gaped at him. "Huh?" Sarah and I both blurted.
"Yes," he continued with a raised eyebrow and a piercing glare at me. Oooh, I get it! "I met up with them in an alleyway and they told me about the pirate. So I asked them to come back here to the shop with me. I just didn't want them to be injured." Wow, he's a good liar...
"Um... yes, that's exactly what happened," Sarah said.
"Yes. We saw him in an alley." I nodded in agreement.
"Very well then. Come along, girls. We need to get you some clothes, Sarah," my uncle said, ushering us to the door. Sarah looked down at her attire and blushed. I snickered, getting evil glares from both of them.
Before I walked out the door I turned around and looked at Will. "Thank you," I mouthed to him. He grinned and nodded.
It was just as we were climbing into the carriage that I realized something. I was in love.
~*~*~*~*~
Ooooooh, wasn't that FUN!? Please review! (All reviewers get cybercookies) All flames will go to Noodles, our pet Fleefer. Say hello, Noodles.
Noodles: ROOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAARRRRRR!!! MEEEEEE HUNGRYYYYYYY!!!
Did I mention that Fleefers especially like to eat flames and people who send them? *big stupid grin* Toodles!