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 BLACKMAILING MORONS! *reluctantly let Will and Jack go* THEY DON'T BELONG TO US ANYMORE!!! WAAAAAAAAH!!! *sob hysterically*
Will and Jack: YAY WE'RE FREE!!! *run away*
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~Sarah POV~
We got back to the house and I was forced into one of Elizabitch's old dresses, which actually wasn't "old" (she had just gotten a whole load of beautiful blue dresses three days ago and had decided she looked horrible in blue, so Laurel and I had gotten them all. . .) and it was quite nice. I actually LIKED just running about in my shift, as it was quite comfortable and corsets and dresses were NOT. I told Laurel this, and she agreed with me, and we decided we really must convince people that all these clothes really weren't necessary. Then we decided that if our uncle were to discover this, he's probably lock us in jail with Jack Sparrow (though we really wouldn't mind that at all).
"I want to go visit my poor Jack," I told Laurel after my hair had been dried and combed and washed and combed again and dried again (much to my annoyance).
"Yes. . .we should visit him. . .but our uncle will never let us!" Laurel said.
"So we sneak out."
"How?"
"Through the window," I said, grinning like an idjit.
"THE WINDOW?!"
"The window."
"The WINDOW?"
"Yes, the WINDOW."
"The window. You can't be serious. THERE ARE ROSEBUSHES UNDERNEATH THE WINDOW!" Laurel screeched.
"Yes, I am well aware of that fact."
"YOU NINNY FOO FOO! WE'LL GET ALL SCRATCHED AND CLAWED AND THEN WE'LL DIE!!!" Laurel shrieked shrilly into my ear.
"Not so loud you noodle nose! We won't get hurt. We'll be careful. Besides, isn't the window just so. . .pretty?" I asked.
"THAT ISN'T THE POINT! Why can't we just walk down the front steps and out the door?"
I rolled my eyes. Really, Laurel was quite daft. (Just kidding, Laurel) "BECAUSE, you sponge sniffer, we'll be SEEN. Either by Uncle or one of the servants, who will then tell our uncle. So the door is BAD," I explained as patiently as I could, which wasn't very.
"Oh . . . I see now," Laurel said.
"Alright then, let's go."
I edged towards the door, then abruptly jumped out the window and landed in the rosebushes. It didn't hurt a bit, honestly! Until, of course, Laurel landed on top of me.
"OW, YOU STUPID BANANA! Why didn't you wait till I got up to jump?!?!?!" I hissed.
"I was scawed!" Laurel whispered.
I rolled my eyes. Again. Silly girl. We snuck out of the house and hightailed it to the jail, where we snuck in past the sleeping guard. We took off our cloggy shoes and tippy toed towards the cells. We saw as we approached the cells that the guards had placed the keys in the mouth of what had to be the most disobedient dog in Port Royal. The prisoners in the cell next to Mr. Handsome J. Sparrow were waving a bone through the bars, whistling, and begging the dog to come closer. The dog, of course, stayed put.
"You can keep doing that all day but the dog is NEVER going to move," Jack Sparrow said from where he was leaning against the wall of his cell, his hat over his eyes.
Laurel and I looked at each other and grinned. He sounded so sexy when he said that. We quickly approached Jack's cell . . . causing the dog to run away, much to the other prisoner's anger. When we reached thee cell, stood in front of the door and said
"Hello, Mr. Sparrow!"
Jack Sparrow sat up from where he was leaning and removed his hat from his eyes. He glanced around the cell until his eyes caught mine. He smiled.
"Why hello Miss . . ."
"Sarah . . . Sarah Swann. But do call me Sarah," I said, smiling flirtatiously.
Laurel drooled on while Jack and I flirted. The dog eventually crept back into sight, and the other prisoners immediately started whistling to it, etc.
"Say, love, would you get those keys?" Jack asked sweetly.
"Of course I would, Jackie poo," I responded, batting my eyelashes. Laurel rolled her eyes at me.
I approached the dog . . . which, of course, proceeded to bolt away yet again. Damn thing.
All of a sudden, we heard cannon fire.
"Are those guns?" Jack dashed over to the window, looked out, and said almost to himself, "it's the Pearl."
Laurel and I looked at each other and gulped. The Black Pearl was sitting down in our harbor, firing cannon fire at us.
"RUN!" I screamed at her. We ran out of the jail and back to our house as fast as we could and climbed into the house through and open window on the first floor, which we quickly shut.
"HOLY SPOONS!" I yelled as a cannon ball hit a building and made a very large window in the wall of it.
We ran upstairs at the speed of lightening (however fast that is). We were running so fast that we banged into and knocked down Elizabitch.
"ERLACK!" Elizabeth yelled when she fell and hit her head on the ground.
"Oh.Elizabit-Elizabeth dear . . . we're SO sorry," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Laurel and I cackled in all our coconut-like insanity and raced into Laurel's bedroom and locked the door. Just as soon as we had done so, we heard a tremendous crash and Elizabeth's scream. Laurel and I looked at each other and gulped. Then we scurried over to Laurel's closet and shut ourselves in, clutching each other and trembling like scared bunnie wabbits. A few moments later, after hearing an amazing amount of crashing, banging, booping, screaming, cursing, yelling, whistling, doobeling (yes, doobeling), and screeching, we heard someone banging on Laurel's bedroom door. Ah sticklebats and festering tree stumps. A split second later we heard the door crash down and voices of evil smelly men.
"We know you're in here! Come out!" a voice called.
Laurel and I stared at the closet door like it might just bite us. We were barely breathing . . . and then the closet door banged open, revealing two evil pirates.
"Why, hello young Missies . . ." one of them said.
"GET AWAY FROM US YOU KIWI BRAINS!!" We screamed.
The pirates looked at each other, then back at us, and one of them said "No, missies, don't think so . . ."
Erlack. This was NOT good . . . I thought of Jack Sparrow. He would save me, wouldn't he? My love would save me from this dilly poo's . . .
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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 BLACKMAILING MORONS! *reluctantly let Will and Jack go* THEY DON'T BELONG TO US ANYMORE!!! WAAAAAAAAH!!! *sob hysterically*
Will and Jack: YAY WE'RE FREE!!! *run away*
Reviewers: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR REVIEWS!! YOU ARE LOVED!!! All of you who reviewed last chapter get cybercookies!!!
A/N: THERE WILL BE NO UPDATES UNTIL NEXT WEEK BECAUSE BOTH AUTHORS WILL BE ON VACATION. Sorry for the inconvenience. ~*~*~*~*~
~Sarah POV~
We got back to the house and I was forced into one of Elizabitch's old dresses, which actually wasn't "old" (she had just gotten a whole load of beautiful blue dresses three days ago and had decided she looked horrible in blue, so Laurel and I had gotten them all. . .) and it was quite nice. I actually LIKED just running about in my shift, as it was quite comfortable and corsets and dresses were NOT. I told Laurel this, and she agreed with me, and we decided we really must convince people that all these clothes really weren't necessary. Then we decided that if our uncle were to discover this, he's probably lock us in jail with Jack Sparrow (though we really wouldn't mind that at all).
"I want to go visit my poor Jack," I told Laurel after my hair had been dried and combed and washed and combed again and dried again (much to my annoyance).
"Yes. . .we should visit him. . .but our uncle will never let us!" Laurel said.
"So we sneak out."
"How?"
"Through the window," I said, grinning like an idjit.
"THE WINDOW?!"
"The window."
"The WINDOW?"
"Yes, the WINDOW."
"The window. You can't be serious. THERE ARE ROSEBUSHES UNDERNEATH THE WINDOW!" Laurel screeched.
"Yes, I am well aware of that fact."
"YOU NINNY FOO FOO! WE'LL GET ALL SCRATCHED AND CLAWED AND THEN WE'LL DIE!!!" Laurel shrieked shrilly into my ear.
"Not so loud you noodle nose! We won't get hurt. We'll be careful. Besides, isn't the window just so. . .pretty?" I asked.
"THAT ISN'T THE POINT! Why can't we just walk down the front steps and out the door?"
I rolled my eyes. Really, Laurel was quite daft. (Just kidding, Laurel) "BECAUSE, you sponge sniffer, we'll be SEEN. Either by Uncle or one of the servants, who will then tell our uncle. So the door is BAD," I explained as patiently as I could, which wasn't very.
"Oh . . . I see now," Laurel said.
"Alright then, let's go."
I edged towards the door, then abruptly jumped out the window and landed in the rosebushes. It didn't hurt a bit, honestly! Until, of course, Laurel landed on top of me.
"OW, YOU STUPID BANANA! Why didn't you wait till I got up to jump?!?!?!" I hissed.
"I was scawed!" Laurel whispered.
I rolled my eyes. Again. Silly girl. We snuck out of the house and hightailed it to the jail, where we snuck in past the sleeping guard. We took off our cloggy shoes and tippy toed towards the cells. We saw as we approached the cells that the guards had placed the keys in the mouth of what had to be the most disobedient dog in Port Royal. The prisoners in the cell next to Mr. Handsome J. Sparrow were waving a bone through the bars, whistling, and begging the dog to come closer. The dog, of course, stayed put.
"You can keep doing that all day but the dog is NEVER going to move," Jack Sparrow said from where he was leaning against the wall of his cell, his hat over his eyes.
Laurel and I looked at each other and grinned. He sounded so sexy when he said that. We quickly approached Jack's cell . . . causing the dog to run away, much to the other prisoner's anger. When we reached thee cell, stood in front of the door and said
"Hello, Mr. Sparrow!"
Jack Sparrow sat up from where he was leaning and removed his hat from his eyes. He glanced around the cell until his eyes caught mine. He smiled.
"Why hello Miss . . ."
"Sarah . . . Sarah Swann. But do call me Sarah," I said, smiling flirtatiously.
Laurel drooled on while Jack and I flirted. The dog eventually crept back into sight, and the other prisoners immediately started whistling to it, etc.
"Say, love, would you get those keys?" Jack asked sweetly.
"Of course I would, Jackie poo," I responded, batting my eyelashes. Laurel rolled her eyes at me.
I approached the dog . . . which, of course, proceeded to bolt away yet again. Damn thing.
All of a sudden, we heard cannon fire.
"Are those guns?" Jack dashed over to the window, looked out, and said almost to himself, "it's the Pearl."
Laurel and I looked at each other and gulped. The Black Pearl was sitting down in our harbor, firing cannon fire at us.
"RUN!" I screamed at her. We ran out of the jail and back to our house as fast as we could and climbed into the house through and open window on the first floor, which we quickly shut.
"HOLY SPOONS!" I yelled as a cannon ball hit a building and made a very large window in the wall of it.
We ran upstairs at the speed of lightening (however fast that is). We were running so fast that we banged into and knocked down Elizabitch.
"ERLACK!" Elizabeth yelled when she fell and hit her head on the ground.
"Oh.Elizabit-Elizabeth dear . . . we're SO sorry," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Laurel and I cackled in all our coconut-like insanity and raced into Laurel's bedroom and locked the door. Just as soon as we had done so, we heard a tremendous crash and Elizabeth's scream. Laurel and I looked at each other and gulped. Then we scurried over to Laurel's closet and shut ourselves in, clutching each other and trembling like scared bunnie wabbits. A few moments later, after hearing an amazing amount of crashing, banging, booping, screaming, cursing, yelling, whistling, doobeling (yes, doobeling), and screeching, we heard someone banging on Laurel's bedroom door. Ah sticklebats and festering tree stumps. A split second later we heard the door crash down and voices of evil smelly men.
"We know you're in here! Come out!" a voice called.
Laurel and I stared at the closet door like it might just bite us. We were barely breathing . . . and then the closet door banged open, revealing two evil pirates.
"Why, hello young Missies . . ." one of them said.
"GET AWAY FROM US YOU KIWI BRAINS!!" We screamed.
The pirates looked at each other, then back at us, and one of them said "No, missies, don't think so . . ."
Erlack. This was NOT good . . . I thought of Jack Sparrow. He would save me, wouldn't he? My love would save me from this dilly poo's . . .
~*~*~*~
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