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~Laurel POV~
All I can say about the experience in Tortuga is that it was... interesting, to say the least. Gibbs seemed like a nice man, but all of those drunks just plain freaked me out. I was practically clinging to Will the whole night. Not that I minded, heh heh...
That night we slept on the Interceptor. Jack and Will were nice enough to give Sarah and I the captain's quarters, which were the nicest rooms on the ship. They are so sweet. (sigh)
The next morning Sarah and I woke up a bit early and crept down into the storage hold at the bottom of the ship. We dug through some of the crates until we found one filled with women's dresses. We each picked out a couple and lugged them back up to our quarters. I put on a moss green one (to match my eyes), while Sarah put on a deep purple one. They weren't fancy, but they weren't ugly, either, and they certainly were much more comfortable than the ones we usually wore.
By the time we finished getting ready, both Jack and Will were up and about. We met them out on the docks, where a line of men was standing as though in the army.
"Good morning, loves," Jack said as we came out. I thought Sarah would swoon.
"Hello," she squeaked. Good lord...
"Good morning, Laurel," Will said as I took my spot next to him (as usual).
"It is a nice day, isn't it?" I said sweetly. He nodded. "But who are all of these people?" I asked, gesturing to the line of men.
"I think it might..." He became silent as Gibbs started talking.
"Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them, faithful hands before the mast. Every man worth his salt, and crazy to boot!" Gibbs said proudly.
"Indeed..." I muttered.
"This is your able bodied crew?" Sarah asked Jack.
"You, sailor!" Jack called, completely ignoring her. He walked up to a man with a gorgeous blue and yellow parrot on his shoulder.
"Cotton, sir," Gibbs said.
"Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? Mr. Cotton! Answer me!" Mr. Cotton refused to talk.
"He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how..." Gibbs said. Mr. Cotton opened his mouth and revealed that he, in fact, didn't have a tongue. I wrinkled my nose and covered my mouth with my hand. I was going to THROW UP!!!
"Mr. Cotton's... parrot. Same question," Jack said uneasily.
"(squawk) Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" the parrot said.
"Mostly, we figure that means 'yes'."
"O'course it does!" Jack said. He turned to us. "Satisfied?"
"Well, you've proved them mad," Will muttered. I started laughing nervously. We were actually going to be around these people for longer than an hour!? How disgusting...
"What's the benefit for us?" said a sailor a bit farther down the line. We all walked down. Jack lifted the hat off the person's head. It was a WOMAN!!
"Anamaria!" Jack said happily. She smacked him hard across the face. I thought Sarah would claw her eyes out. Will and I had to physically restrain her (again) from doing so.
"You stole my boat!" Anamaria said angrily.
"Actually-" Jack started, but she slapped him again. "-borrowed, borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you."
"But you didn't!"
"You'll get another one!" Jack reassured her.
"I will?" "A better one," Sarah piped up.
"A better one!" Jack said happily.
"That one!" Will and I said, pointing at the Interceptor at the same time.
"What one? THAT ONE!?" Jack squealed. He looked at Anamaria and winced. "That one..." he said resignedly.
"What say you?" Anamaria asked the crew. They all cheered, "Aye!"
"Erm... aye?" Sarah said. Jack gave her a smile. "Where'd you get those dresses?" he asked.
Sarah and I shot each other little glances. "Erm... well... we sort of found them below deck," Sarah muttered. I nodded in agreement. Jack laughed out loud.
"You girls are well on your way to becoming pirates!" he said proudly as we boarded the ship. I looked over at Sarah and we both waggled our eyebrows.
Nothing really happened for the rest of that day. Mostly Sarah and I were pushed out of the way whenever we offered our help. Bloody pirates. But that night, we sailed straight into a storm.
"You two get into the cabin and stay there!" Will shouted over the wind and rain.
"But WILL!! We want to help, and you need all the assistance you can get!" I complained. He looked at me, then at Sarah, then sighed. "All right, then. But if anything bad happens, you're coming right back here."
"YAY!" Sarah and I squealed. We ran to the nearest person, Mr. Gibbs, who was pulling on some rope. "Let us help you!" I shouted over the noise. Gibbs nodded, then Sarah and me pulled on the rope. Even then all of our combined strength couldn't make it move. We finally had to get Will to come help us.
"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?" he shouted to Mr. Gibbs. By this time I was soaked to the skin, but I was having so much fun.
"Aye, the compass doesn't point north but we're not trying to find north, are we?" Gibbs said with a smile.
"I don't get it," I shouted to Sarah.
"It points to La Isla de Muerta, you twit!" she yelled back.
"Oh... ACK!!!" A huge wave came and washed over us, causing me and Sarah to fall down... well, me to fall down, Sarah to fall on top of me.
"Owwww..." we groaned.
"Are you two all right?" Will asked as he pulled Sarah off of me.
"Yes, I'm fine." God, that scared the bejesus out of me...
"Good. But now I want you both to go back into the cabin," he said. I looked up and gave him a puppy face.
"Pwease?"
"Laurel, you can't. You could have gotten hurt, and I wouldn't want that to happen. Now please go back to the cabin."
I did my cutesy pouty thing. "Oh all right." I dragged Sarah up off the deck and into the cabin, where it was (fortunately) nice and dry.
We changed out of our sopping wet dresses and into some nice dry ones that we had snitched earlier that day.
"Well, what should we do with the wet ones?" Sarah asked.
"Erm... I dunno. We can't exactly hang them outside to dry, can we?"
"No. But we could... THROW THEM OUT THE WINDOW!"
"What?" I asked, dragging my dress around behind me and making huge puddles everywhere. I was searching for some place to stash it.
"Well, no one will care if we throw them into the ocean, will they?" Sarah asked, daintily skipping around the puddles I had made.
"No, I suppose not..." I opened the port hole and yanked on my dress. Unfortunately for Sarah, she was standing on it. Her legs flew out from under her and she landed with a "clonk" on the floor.
"DAMMIT!!!" she screeched. "LAUREL, WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO STUPID!!!!"
"You forget, darling, that I am a blonde," I replied as I tossed the dress out the window.
"I should remember to tie pillows to my arse when I'm around you," Sarah muttered as she heaved herself off the floor. She chucked her dress out the window. After she had closed the window, we headed back towards our beds. However, we both had forgotten about the puddles I had made.
"YAAAAH!!" we screeched as we fell on our bums. Sarah turned bright red as she glared at me. "Why couldn't I have had Elizabitch's huge arse?!" she yelled, and threw herself into her bed.
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"Laurel? Sarah? Wake up," I heard a voice say. I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the gorgeous brown ones of none other than Will.
"Wnggh," I said, and buried my face back into my pillow. Will chuckled and pulled the sheet off of me. "Gaaa!! It's cold!" I yelped, leaping up.
"Why is there water all over the floor?" Will asked. I looked down and saw that I was standing in one of the puddles.
"Erm... a leak, perhaps? Hehe..." I muttered, blushing.
"Oh," he said, and we walked out onto the deck together. We wandered around the ship, talking about all sorts of things. We found a bench at the stern and sat down upon it. For a few moments there wasn't any talking, then Will said, "Laurel?"
"Yeeeees?"
He stared intently at me, then leaned forward a bit. HOLY GOD, HE WAS GOING TO KISS ME!! I closed my eyes and puckered up my lips, which was when he tapped my nose. "You have a bit of dirt right there," he said. I opened my eyes angrily.
"ERRRGH!!!" I growled, and stalked off, leaving poor Will behind with a very confused look on his handsome face. I rounded the corner and bumped into Sarah. "Sometimes I could just slug him!!" I peeked around the corner and saw him staring off into the distance. "But then I look upon his sweet little face and I just can't!"
Sarah stared at me with a frown. "You are just hopeless," she muttered. "Oh, and did you know that you have some dirt right there on your face?"
"Yes, I did know," I said through gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes as Sarah licked her finger and wiped it across my nose. "Thank you, mother," I growled.
"I'm bored," Sarah said suddenly. I nodded in agreement.
"What can we do, though?"
"Well... let's go see Jack!" she said happily.
I sighed. "Oh, all right." Sarah squealed and dragged me along behind her.
We found "Captain Jack" at the bow of the ship, looking towards an island about ten miles away. "What is that, Jack?" Sarah asked.
"It's La Isla de Muerta," he said gloomily.
"Oh joy," I said dryly as Will walked up to us.
"Laurel are you feeling okay? You seemed very upset when I saw that dirt on your nose," he said.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. I had just... erm... washed my face especially well last night," I lied.
"Ah," he said, still looking a bit skeptical.
We sailed closer to the Isla de Muerta, until we were inside one of the lagoons. Everyone lined up along the edge of the ship and looked out.
"Puts a chill in me bones how many honest sailors have lost their lives here," Gibbs said. Old masts of wrecked vessels were sticking up out of the water all over the place, as well as the bows and/or sterns of ships.
After a few minutes we reached some sort of cave carved into the side of the island. "Young Mr. Turner and I will go in," Jack announced.
"What about us?" Sarah and I complained at the same time.
"No, you two. We already have one woman kidnapped; we don't need to make it three," Will said.
"Captain, what if the worst should happen?" Gibbs asked as Jack and Will climbed into the rowboat.
"Keep to the code," Jack said.
"Aye, the code..." We watched as the two of them rowed into the cave.
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"Got any twos?"
"Go fish," Sarah said.
"Damnation. I HATE this game!" I cried, slamming my cards down onto the deck. We had been playing stupid "Go fish" for last HOUR, and believe me, it gets boring fast.
"Well, what else is there to do?" Sarah said calmly. She was only in a good mood because she was winning.
"I don't know! Something other than cards!" I stood up and started pacing around the deck. "Where are Will and Jack? What's taking them so long?"
"Maybe Elizabeth died," Sarah said hopefully. I grinned. That would be a pleasant turn of events...
"There they are!" someone shouted suddenly. Sarah and I ran to the hull and looked over the side. "There they are!" I repeated happily. Sarah squinted and peered towards the rowboat and her face fell. "Where is my Jackie- poo?!" she screeched. I looked back out at the boat. She was right: there were only two people in it, and Jack wasn't one of them.
"Uh-oh..." I murmered.
We ran up to the bow of the ship where Will and Elizabeth were climbing up a rope ladder. Will came up first. He then turned to aid Elizabitch.
"WILL!!! You're okay!" I said, flinging my arms around madly. I practically threw myself onto him, which, FORTUNATELY, caused him to lose grip on Elizabitch's hand. Soon we heard a scream and a huge "kersplash".
"Well, I know what hit first," Sarah muttered. I whispered back, "Well, you still want that huge arse of hers?"
"Elizabeth! Are you alright?" Will cried down to her. I smirked over the edge of the boat. "Yeah, are you okay Lizzie?" I said unenthusiastically. "Sorry 'bout that." She growled loudly and started climbing back up the ladder. She fell two more times before finally making it all the way onto the deck. By this time the whole crew was laughing, and even Will was grinning slightly.
As Elizabeth scrambled up onto the deck, Will turned to me and Sarah. "Laurel, go get Elizabeth some dry clothes. Sarah, get me some bandages, please?" I didn't want to do it on behalf of Elizabitch, but Will was just so darn sweet.
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~Laurel POV~
All I can say about the experience in Tortuga is that it was... interesting, to say the least. Gibbs seemed like a nice man, but all of those drunks just plain freaked me out. I was practically clinging to Will the whole night. Not that I minded, heh heh...
That night we slept on the Interceptor. Jack and Will were nice enough to give Sarah and I the captain's quarters, which were the nicest rooms on the ship. They are so sweet. (sigh)
The next morning Sarah and I woke up a bit early and crept down into the storage hold at the bottom of the ship. We dug through some of the crates until we found one filled with women's dresses. We each picked out a couple and lugged them back up to our quarters. I put on a moss green one (to match my eyes), while Sarah put on a deep purple one. They weren't fancy, but they weren't ugly, either, and they certainly were much more comfortable than the ones we usually wore.
By the time we finished getting ready, both Jack and Will were up and about. We met them out on the docks, where a line of men was standing as though in the army.
"Good morning, loves," Jack said as we came out. I thought Sarah would swoon.
"Hello," she squeaked. Good lord...
"Good morning, Laurel," Will said as I took my spot next to him (as usual).
"It is a nice day, isn't it?" I said sweetly. He nodded. "But who are all of these people?" I asked, gesturing to the line of men.
"I think it might..." He became silent as Gibbs started talking.
"Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them, faithful hands before the mast. Every man worth his salt, and crazy to boot!" Gibbs said proudly.
"Indeed..." I muttered.
"This is your able bodied crew?" Sarah asked Jack.
"You, sailor!" Jack called, completely ignoring her. He walked up to a man with a gorgeous blue and yellow parrot on his shoulder.
"Cotton, sir," Gibbs said.
"Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? Mr. Cotton! Answer me!" Mr. Cotton refused to talk.
"He's a mute, sir. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how..." Gibbs said. Mr. Cotton opened his mouth and revealed that he, in fact, didn't have a tongue. I wrinkled my nose and covered my mouth with my hand. I was going to THROW UP!!!
"Mr. Cotton's... parrot. Same question," Jack said uneasily.
"(squawk) Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" the parrot said.
"Mostly, we figure that means 'yes'."
"O'course it does!" Jack said. He turned to us. "Satisfied?"
"Well, you've proved them mad," Will muttered. I started laughing nervously. We were actually going to be around these people for longer than an hour!? How disgusting...
"What's the benefit for us?" said a sailor a bit farther down the line. We all walked down. Jack lifted the hat off the person's head. It was a WOMAN!!
"Anamaria!" Jack said happily. She smacked him hard across the face. I thought Sarah would claw her eyes out. Will and I had to physically restrain her (again) from doing so.
"You stole my boat!" Anamaria said angrily.
"Actually-" Jack started, but she slapped him again. "-borrowed, borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you."
"But you didn't!"
"You'll get another one!" Jack reassured her.
"I will?" "A better one," Sarah piped up.
"A better one!" Jack said happily.
"That one!" Will and I said, pointing at the Interceptor at the same time.
"What one? THAT ONE!?" Jack squealed. He looked at Anamaria and winced. "That one..." he said resignedly.
"What say you?" Anamaria asked the crew. They all cheered, "Aye!"
"Erm... aye?" Sarah said. Jack gave her a smile. "Where'd you get those dresses?" he asked.
Sarah and I shot each other little glances. "Erm... well... we sort of found them below deck," Sarah muttered. I nodded in agreement. Jack laughed out loud.
"You girls are well on your way to becoming pirates!" he said proudly as we boarded the ship. I looked over at Sarah and we both waggled our eyebrows.
Nothing really happened for the rest of that day. Mostly Sarah and I were pushed out of the way whenever we offered our help. Bloody pirates. But that night, we sailed straight into a storm.
"You two get into the cabin and stay there!" Will shouted over the wind and rain.
"But WILL!! We want to help, and you need all the assistance you can get!" I complained. He looked at me, then at Sarah, then sighed. "All right, then. But if anything bad happens, you're coming right back here."
"YAY!" Sarah and I squealed. We ran to the nearest person, Mr. Gibbs, who was pulling on some rope. "Let us help you!" I shouted over the noise. Gibbs nodded, then Sarah and me pulled on the rope. Even then all of our combined strength couldn't make it move. We finally had to get Will to come help us.
"How can we sail to an island that nobody can find with a compass that doesn't work?" he shouted to Mr. Gibbs. By this time I was soaked to the skin, but I was having so much fun.
"Aye, the compass doesn't point north but we're not trying to find north, are we?" Gibbs said with a smile.
"I don't get it," I shouted to Sarah.
"It points to La Isla de Muerta, you twit!" she yelled back.
"Oh... ACK!!!" A huge wave came and washed over us, causing me and Sarah to fall down... well, me to fall down, Sarah to fall on top of me.
"Owwww..." we groaned.
"Are you two all right?" Will asked as he pulled Sarah off of me.
"Yes, I'm fine." God, that scared the bejesus out of me...
"Good. But now I want you both to go back into the cabin," he said. I looked up and gave him a puppy face.
"Pwease?"
"Laurel, you can't. You could have gotten hurt, and I wouldn't want that to happen. Now please go back to the cabin."
I did my cutesy pouty thing. "Oh all right." I dragged Sarah up off the deck and into the cabin, where it was (fortunately) nice and dry.
We changed out of our sopping wet dresses and into some nice dry ones that we had snitched earlier that day.
"Well, what should we do with the wet ones?" Sarah asked.
"Erm... I dunno. We can't exactly hang them outside to dry, can we?"
"No. But we could... THROW THEM OUT THE WINDOW!"
"What?" I asked, dragging my dress around behind me and making huge puddles everywhere. I was searching for some place to stash it.
"Well, no one will care if we throw them into the ocean, will they?" Sarah asked, daintily skipping around the puddles I had made.
"No, I suppose not..." I opened the port hole and yanked on my dress. Unfortunately for Sarah, she was standing on it. Her legs flew out from under her and she landed with a "clonk" on the floor.
"DAMMIT!!!" she screeched. "LAUREL, WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO STUPID!!!!"
"You forget, darling, that I am a blonde," I replied as I tossed the dress out the window.
"I should remember to tie pillows to my arse when I'm around you," Sarah muttered as she heaved herself off the floor. She chucked her dress out the window. After she had closed the window, we headed back towards our beds. However, we both had forgotten about the puddles I had made.
"YAAAAH!!" we screeched as we fell on our bums. Sarah turned bright red as she glared at me. "Why couldn't I have had Elizabitch's huge arse?!" she yelled, and threw herself into her bed.
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"Laurel? Sarah? Wake up," I heard a voice say. I slowly opened my eyes and looked into the gorgeous brown ones of none other than Will.
"Wnggh," I said, and buried my face back into my pillow. Will chuckled and pulled the sheet off of me. "Gaaa!! It's cold!" I yelped, leaping up.
"Why is there water all over the floor?" Will asked. I looked down and saw that I was standing in one of the puddles.
"Erm... a leak, perhaps? Hehe..." I muttered, blushing.
"Oh," he said, and we walked out onto the deck together. We wandered around the ship, talking about all sorts of things. We found a bench at the stern and sat down upon it. For a few moments there wasn't any talking, then Will said, "Laurel?"
"Yeeeees?"
He stared intently at me, then leaned forward a bit. HOLY GOD, HE WAS GOING TO KISS ME!! I closed my eyes and puckered up my lips, which was when he tapped my nose. "You have a bit of dirt right there," he said. I opened my eyes angrily.
"ERRRGH!!!" I growled, and stalked off, leaving poor Will behind with a very confused look on his handsome face. I rounded the corner and bumped into Sarah. "Sometimes I could just slug him!!" I peeked around the corner and saw him staring off into the distance. "But then I look upon his sweet little face and I just can't!"
Sarah stared at me with a frown. "You are just hopeless," she muttered. "Oh, and did you know that you have some dirt right there on your face?"
"Yes, I did know," I said through gritted teeth. I rolled my eyes as Sarah licked her finger and wiped it across my nose. "Thank you, mother," I growled.
"I'm bored," Sarah said suddenly. I nodded in agreement.
"What can we do, though?"
"Well... let's go see Jack!" she said happily.
I sighed. "Oh, all right." Sarah squealed and dragged me along behind her.
We found "Captain Jack" at the bow of the ship, looking towards an island about ten miles away. "What is that, Jack?" Sarah asked.
"It's La Isla de Muerta," he said gloomily.
"Oh joy," I said dryly as Will walked up to us.
"Laurel are you feeling okay? You seemed very upset when I saw that dirt on your nose," he said.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. I had just... erm... washed my face especially well last night," I lied.
"Ah," he said, still looking a bit skeptical.
We sailed closer to the Isla de Muerta, until we were inside one of the lagoons. Everyone lined up along the edge of the ship and looked out.
"Puts a chill in me bones how many honest sailors have lost their lives here," Gibbs said. Old masts of wrecked vessels were sticking up out of the water all over the place, as well as the bows and/or sterns of ships.
After a few minutes we reached some sort of cave carved into the side of the island. "Young Mr. Turner and I will go in," Jack announced.
"What about us?" Sarah and I complained at the same time.
"No, you two. We already have one woman kidnapped; we don't need to make it three," Will said.
"Captain, what if the worst should happen?" Gibbs asked as Jack and Will climbed into the rowboat.
"Keep to the code," Jack said.
"Aye, the code..." We watched as the two of them rowed into the cave.
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"Got any twos?"
"Go fish," Sarah said.
"Damnation. I HATE this game!" I cried, slamming my cards down onto the deck. We had been playing stupid "Go fish" for last HOUR, and believe me, it gets boring fast.
"Well, what else is there to do?" Sarah said calmly. She was only in a good mood because she was winning.
"I don't know! Something other than cards!" I stood up and started pacing around the deck. "Where are Will and Jack? What's taking them so long?"
"Maybe Elizabeth died," Sarah said hopefully. I grinned. That would be a pleasant turn of events...
"There they are!" someone shouted suddenly. Sarah and I ran to the hull and looked over the side. "There they are!" I repeated happily. Sarah squinted and peered towards the rowboat and her face fell. "Where is my Jackie- poo?!" she screeched. I looked back out at the boat. She was right: there were only two people in it, and Jack wasn't one of them.
"Uh-oh..." I murmered.
We ran up to the bow of the ship where Will and Elizabeth were climbing up a rope ladder. Will came up first. He then turned to aid Elizabitch.
"WILL!!! You're okay!" I said, flinging my arms around madly. I practically threw myself onto him, which, FORTUNATELY, caused him to lose grip on Elizabitch's hand. Soon we heard a scream and a huge "kersplash".
"Well, I know what hit first," Sarah muttered. I whispered back, "Well, you still want that huge arse of hers?"
"Elizabeth! Are you alright?" Will cried down to her. I smirked over the edge of the boat. "Yeah, are you okay Lizzie?" I said unenthusiastically. "Sorry 'bout that." She growled loudly and started climbing back up the ladder. She fell two more times before finally making it all the way onto the deck. By this time the whole crew was laughing, and even Will was grinning slightly.
As Elizabeth scrambled up onto the deck, Will turned to me and Sarah. "Laurel, go get Elizabeth some dry clothes. Sarah, get me some bandages, please?" I didn't want to do it on behalf of Elizabitch, but Will was just so darn sweet.
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