*Disclaimer*: I don't own POTC, I own Lee and anyone else in here not mentioned in POTC. Moo.
^Lil Note^: FIRST of all. I re-uploaded chapter 6 (or 7, if you count my note as a chapter). There was a nice, friendly, girl talk moment and it really doesn't alter anything in the story but I felt like it needed to be there to reveal just a bit more about the relationship Lee has with her crew. So NAH. Go read it, munky. Onto the next matter…
I LUV YOO GUYZ! Heheh, ya'll are the greatest. I'm out of my funk and happy now ^^ 'Sept school's a MAJOR bummer. My History teacher is NUTS. Poor old senile coot tried to bitch us out about being late for lunch and half way through our lecture the LATE BELL RINGS. Fart. Anyway, sky is blue and Quennya rawk my sawks awf and get cookies!!!!! The rest of you… READ MY FREAKING AUTHOR'S NOTES! KSSSSSSSSS! Bad people. -whacks ya'll with a stick- Read them. They are important. If you're reading THIS one please put 'smoochle oochle' in your review. If you don't I'll throw forks at your head. Salad forks! With the long spikes! -skitters away-
Lee was walking on air throughout the rest of the day. Her face was painted with a soft smile that wouldn't wash away and she was unusually nice to the crew. They knew something had happened last night. And, being as they were pirates, they weren't afraid to mention it and tease her about it.
"Oi, mate. I couldn't hardly sleep last night, I tell ye. Somethin' was making such a fuss in the room next to me." Sam said as if he honestly didn't know what the noise had been. The crew lowered there heads to their breakfast and snickered.
"Yeah, I heard the same thing. Strangest noise, screechin' an' such." Said a short man, and he looked like he was trying really hard not to grin.
All their eyes shifted to Lee, and when she stared straight back at them they glanced down at their breakfast. The comments continued until Lee finally spoke up.
"Buncha liars. We didn't make /that/ much noise. And there was no screechin', thank you." Lee tried to keep the color of her face normal, but when the crew roared with laughter and hooted as they pointed fingers and punched Jack's arm with giggling and glances her cheeks turned a bright crimson. Jack couldn't help but give a sly grin. Lee's body heat rose and her heart thumped from the embarrassment. Her lips formed a tight smile and she put her face in her hands. Wasn't someone's sex life supposed to personal? Wasn't it supposed to be one of those things that everyone knows happens but never mentions anything about it because it was incredibly rude to do so?
Well, apparently, that didn't apply to pirates.
The laughter still continued and Jack's arm was getting sore. Lee finally slammed her hands down on the table, rattling the little plates.
"Alright! God, enough! Ya've had yer fun."
The men shut their lips tight and a few acted as if they just almost couldn't contain the laughter. Sam turned red and he clapped both his hands over his mouth. Lana was the only one that wasn't laughing, although she had a wide smile and looked as if she was nearly as embarrassed as Lee. She and Lee always did have the same feelings on a lot of things. Maybe that's why that were such good friends. The crew kept laughing.
Captain Lee Caelum and Captain Jack Sparrow. Somehow, for what reason Lee honestly could not comprehend, this gave the crew great amusement. Lee gave a heavy sigh and laughed slightly. She was the captain of a crew of oddballs.
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After breakfast, Lee decided they better not waste any time walking about the town. Booker, along with some other crewmen, 'obtained' some supplies for the ship. Unfortunately, because the town was quite small and quite busy, there wasn't much to gather.
"/This/ is it?" Lee waved her arms at the one barrel of water and the small crate of biscuits. Oh wait, there was an apple or two in there with those biscuits.
Booker nodded. "Small town, miss. Small town with lots of people. Relentless folks, they are. Old woman nearly shot me arm off as I tried to run off with her bread."
Lee stared at him for a moment in disbelief that an old woman would do such a thing. And to /Booker/, who looked like one snap and your head would fall right off your neck. Then again the tolerance for pirates was steadily decreasing. Jack predicted her next move, and sure enough, Lee's hand went to her forehead and began rubbing it as she sighed.
"Oh… yeah." Booker reached inside his vest and removed a bulge from his hip. He set the nearly empty bottle of rum on the water barrel.
"Oh, that helps." Lee said sarcastically. Jack frowned and waved an arm at the stupid little bottle. Why can't it be full?
/Damn people who drink too much! A moron, that beautiful specimen's former owner must have been. I mean, leaving such a quenchin' little swallow justa sittin' there. Is he tryin' to torture me or can he just not finish his liquor?/
Lee kept rubbing her forehead.
/Does that actually help?/ Jack wondered. He thought about rubbing his own forehead just to experiment, but Lee sauntered over to him and leaned against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she folded her arms over his.
"Prepare to starve." She huffed.
Jack tilted his head. "Uh, luv? Why not just find another port?"
Lee tapped her finger on his wrist and didn't speak. Jack lowered his head so he cheek was touching hers. She turned her head toward him and gave him a swift kiss.
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Jack wished he had taken Lee's advice and actually prepared himself for starvation. Even eating the biscuits sparingly soon emptied the crate. There was still a bit of water left in the barrel, but there was no telling when they'd stop next to replenish their supplies so no one dared to take the last drop. Jack gave a slight sigh. Lee never had answered his question, and it still bugged him.
/Damn her and her secrets!/
Lee and Jack sat side by side on the floor of the ship, leaning their backs against the hard wood. Lee's mouth hung open slightly and her head tilted tiredly to one side. The crewmen were sprawled out on the floor and slung over old empty barrels. Lee moaned and Jack swung his head around to face her.
"Hungry." Lee choked out.
"Aye. Me too, luv." Jack said as he grabbed her thigh and rolled it back and forth. "Maybe I'll just have me a nice, big, juicy thigh."
Lee reached out an arm and wiggled her fingers like she was trying to grab something. "Then I'll have to eat yer shoe, Mr.Sparrow."
"Captain." Jack said half-heartedly. They both laughed slightly, more like huffed as laughing took too much energy and only tightened their empty stomachs, reminding them that food should be in there.
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It was nearly four days of old biscuits, fights over two apples, and tiny sips of water before everyone had finally had enough.
"M'lady… there's a port comin' up."
Lee glanced at the thin man (even thinner now, the poor lad) and he had a hopeful look on his face. He was almost begging with his sad little eyes, just like a puppy.
"It'll be the third one we've seen, miss."
Lee nodded. She looked at her feet and wrinkled her forehead as she thought hard.
The man sighed. "Will it be the third one we pass as well?"
Lee was silent. She stared at her dusty black shoe.
"Alright. Lower the sails, we'll stop here."
The crew suddenly came alive and men scrambled to lower the sails. Jack stood and helped Lee to her feet.
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The rowboats were barely tied before everyone was scampering off to the nearest tavern. They almost dove into the smithy as they weren't really paying attention to where they were going. At last, though, they found the tavern. Lee had warned them to not draw too much attention to themselves, just incase… well, just incase. They had ignorantly agreed, and Jack didn't question this time. The low profile thing didn't go over too smoothly. The band of scruffy old men burst through the tavern doors like they were being followed by fire. They skittered and stumbled to a table and threw themselves into the chairs. The serving girl stepped timidly to the table and was bombarded with the shouts of the men's orders.
A low profile, indeed. Not many people were staring at them. Only the entire tavern and a few passersby at the windows. They were a large mass of dirty pirates stuffing as much food into their mouths as would fit. There was no reason to stare at such a thing. None at all.
^Note^: Muah! I popped out another chappie. Quick, too. Heheh. This is mainly a bunch of short, broken pieces, as I'm sure you noticed. I hate to admit it, but it's a filler chapter. There really was no point for them to starve for four days, but those four days were very helpful in moving us along to get into some seriously juicy happenings. See, I have another horrible habits (they hang around me like flies, they do) of coming up with ideas that are really really interesting, but don't fall in line with the current place I am at in my story. I have this SERIOUSLY dramatic idea, I mean we're talking tears and madness (the clinical kind, not the "oh you stole my cookie I'm mad") and death-- er, oh never mind my ramblings ^^ -sweeps away the ramblings, throws the word 'death' under a rug- no one saw that, savvy? -cackle- ANYWAY. Sorry about the crappy filler, will do better next time, hopefully.
Somewhar in this story there was a line that was a thought of our beloved Sam and it went somethin lak dish "she marches to the beat of maracas, she does". That 'maracas' statement is courtesy of our dearest Sukes. She rawks.
Okay I had something else to say… um… gosh, what was it… uh… I know it was important… OH! Yeah. When I say refer to the crew as 'men' or 'crewmen' er WHAT.EVER, that includes Lana. It'd get really tiring and irritated to always go "so the crewmen (and woman) strolled down the street". Sometimes, if Lana is doing something separate from the rest of the crew (notice how I mostly refer to them as one big group? There's Booker, Sam, and Thin Diversion Man. The rest are grunts) I will say her action separately. But otherwise, crewmen=dudes and LANA. Lee and Jack are not included in the crew, however. Lee is the /captain/. She differnt. And Jack is her luv thang, he's differnt tew. Usually I state what she and Jack are doing, but if I don't you can assume they're just doing whatever the crew is doing, such as walking into the tavern n such. Mkee? Luv ya! Muah.
