Holy crap!! Reviews, reviews, reviews!! Thanks so much guys, I'm actually
really surprised as to how many people read and liked it. you're sure
you're not just sayin' so? LoL well anyways, I'm going to make the chapters
longer, I was just bored at the time and wanted to post what I had already
(considering I wasn't sure if I even was going to continue).
Plateado: "I loved that! Sorry, I just found that one line to be very funny. *coughs* Anyway, you seem to have their lines memorizes pretty well. How many times have you seen this movie?"
Hehe, thanks and I've only seen the movie. *grumble-grumble* times.
"What's that? We can't hear you!"
I SAID. . . only erm. . . 11. . . or. . . so. . . times. . . *hides face and feels ashamed that everyone knows that she's a crazy, obsessed fangirl*. . .
ANYWHO. . . onto less embarrassing subjects.
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Yes, up I flew. Way. . . way. . . up. And with a little less dignity and grace than I had imagined at the time. But the real point was that I had escaped. But who was to doubt that? After all, like I had said, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
Below I could hear the Commodore ordering them to fire. I hit the ground running, the bullets zinging past me.
I ran along the streets looking for some place to hide, but all the doors I tried were locked, and there were police almost everywhere now.
Around this time I realized that I really had nowhere to go. I had no ship. I had no crew. I had no allies. I have to admit, I got a bit worried. But just a bit. The first door I came to that was unlocked was a blacksmith workshop. I quickly slipped in, making sure not to draw any attention to the village people outside.
It was actually a rather convenient place to hide, considering I still had those bloody irons on. But what would I use to get them off? I couldn't very well burn them off. . . they were still attached to my hand after all.
"Bumpidy-bump. . ." I froze. Slowly and quietly I made my way to where the noise came from, and sleeping upon a barrel was an old, fat, dirty, smelly drunkard . . . yep, I sighed, my kinda guy.
I nudged him, but he didn't wake. Upon closer look, he didn't seem as if he'd wake even if there was a bunch'a hammerin' going on. . . aha! That's it! I'll hammer my shackles off!
Hmm. . . but just to make sure he's really out. . . "AAHH!!" Nope, not a budge.
I went back to where all the fancy tools were kept. Grabbing a hammer, I began to hammer away. To no avail. Plan "B" . . . which would help if I actually had a plan "B" . . . *looking around* Donkey! No, not just the donkey, but the gears that the donkey was attached to!
Grabbing a red hot metal rod (seeing as how there's no nicer way to get him moving. . .) I poked him. Ha! I poked the ass in the ass! I chuckled to myself at my own witty joke as I set the medal rod back, and swung my shackles into the gears.
"Crunch, pop!" They were off! Oh yes, am I brilliant or am I brilliant? Well, they weren't exactly off, but at least they weren't connected to each other anymore.
Then, the door swung open. I darted behind one of the many beams to see a young man come strolling in as if he owned the place. Hmm. . . Perhaps he did own the place.
He walked back to check on the drunk, and then was back into the room with the tools.
"Not where I left you," he spoke to the hammer. Then suspiciously eyed my hat. He had better not touch my hat. If he does, I swear I will- ok, he's reaching for the hat. I slid my sword from its sheath and stepped towards him steadily, preventing him from laying a finger on my beloved hat.
"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate." His eyes were narrowed in disgust, but I could sense a bit of fear in him too. Poor chap. But he looked familiar. Did I know him? I swear I've seen that face before. Same eyes, same nose. Hmm. . . "You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?" I calmly circled him, getting a better look to see if I would remember. Not the man from Havery was it? The man who tried to steal my donut, but ended up leaving with two fewer fingers than he had started with? No. . . No, nevermind, it wasn't him; that man didn't have a mustache, and this guy still had all his fingers.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."
I think perhaps I haven't met him before. I would have remembered such a cocky attitude from such a weak framed boy.
"Ah. Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me -" Not wanting to cause any undue problems, I turned to leave, but froze at the sound of him whipping out a sword from the nearby supply. I closed my eyes, how foolish can you be to try and duel with a pirate? Let alone me, the infamous Jack Sparrow?
"Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?"
"You threatened Miss Swann," He spoke in a very deliberate, protective tone. Who the blaze was Miss Swann? . . .Oh. . . right, the Princess with the pompous Commodore.
"Only a little," I took a step closer, sliding my blade smoothly across his. Then we dueled. With which I was impressed with his skill. "You know what you're doing, I'll give you that; excellent form, but how's your footwork? If I step here. . ." I turned about and he followed perfectly with every move, "Very good," I complimented. Never would have guessed it from him, but how long could he keep up? "Now I step again," Turning about the other way he followed flawlessly. But I was getting bored. I still had to make it off this blasted piece of land, which meant finding a ship and sailing away- all out of sight from the British Navy. "Ta."
I turned to leave, leapt up onto the landing to go through the door, and was just about to open the door when his sword came "fwapping" into place, just centimeters from my head. And I confess, it startled me. Taking a hold of the sword, I attempted to pull it from the door, but alas, it was stuck. Even I, the strapping Jack Sparrow, couldn't budge it. I turned back to the young fellow, smiling in exasperation.
"That is a wonderful trick, except once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon," He was trying my patience, but nothing I couldn't handle- especially since he was without his sword. That was until he pulled out the half made sword that I had used to scorch the donkey with. The end was red hot, and sizzled in the air, inches from my face.
We dueled for a while longer.
"Who makes all these?" I noticed just how many swords were stored in the small room.
"I do! And I practice with them three hours a day!" Ok. . . I'm wondering why it is that he is bragging about this. . .?
"You need to find yourself a girl, mate!" I blocked another one of his blows, and leaned in closer, eyeing him up and down suspiciously, "Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?"
"I practice three hours a day, so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" Feeling a little dramatic now, are we? We dueled further. He seemed to have gotten a surge of madness after my little comment about his masculinity ("Me thinks thou doest protest too much, Aye?" . . .hmm, did I just quote shakespear?)
Swords clashing around the gears, on a teeter-totter sort of thing (Donkey toy?), and even in the rafters of all places. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity, I blew some sawdust in his face and whipped out my pistol. Of course, I knew I wouldn't actually be usin' it, but he had no idea.
When he realized what I had done, he froze with his sword still pointing at me.
"You. . . cheated. . ." The poor lad looked as if he were about to cry.
"Pirate," I reminded him, "Now, move away."
"No." He stood firmly in place. What did I have to do for this boy to let me go?
"Please move?" There was banging going on at the door now. No doubt the Commodore had found out where I was.
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."
"This shot is not meant for you." Why. . . why did I say that? Perhaps if I would have held out a bit longer he would have- . . . ouch. . . *blackness*
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Whatcha think? Yay or nay? Anything not "Jack-y" enough? Well, once again I'm requesting that you will place SOMETHING in my reviews ;) hehe, this is fun!! (although he was getting on my nerves the way he kept thinking about himself in 3rd person. . . "afterall, I'm captain jack sparrow!". . . I picture he goes over that a lot in his mind though ;))
Plateado: "I loved that! Sorry, I just found that one line to be very funny. *coughs* Anyway, you seem to have their lines memorizes pretty well. How many times have you seen this movie?"
Hehe, thanks and I've only seen the movie. *grumble-grumble* times.
"What's that? We can't hear you!"
I SAID. . . only erm. . . 11. . . or. . . so. . . times. . . *hides face and feels ashamed that everyone knows that she's a crazy, obsessed fangirl*. . .
ANYWHO. . . onto less embarrassing subjects.
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Yes, up I flew. Way. . . way. . . up. And with a little less dignity and grace than I had imagined at the time. But the real point was that I had escaped. But who was to doubt that? After all, like I had said, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!
Below I could hear the Commodore ordering them to fire. I hit the ground running, the bullets zinging past me.
I ran along the streets looking for some place to hide, but all the doors I tried were locked, and there were police almost everywhere now.
Around this time I realized that I really had nowhere to go. I had no ship. I had no crew. I had no allies. I have to admit, I got a bit worried. But just a bit. The first door I came to that was unlocked was a blacksmith workshop. I quickly slipped in, making sure not to draw any attention to the village people outside.
It was actually a rather convenient place to hide, considering I still had those bloody irons on. But what would I use to get them off? I couldn't very well burn them off. . . they were still attached to my hand after all.
"Bumpidy-bump. . ." I froze. Slowly and quietly I made my way to where the noise came from, and sleeping upon a barrel was an old, fat, dirty, smelly drunkard . . . yep, I sighed, my kinda guy.
I nudged him, but he didn't wake. Upon closer look, he didn't seem as if he'd wake even if there was a bunch'a hammerin' going on. . . aha! That's it! I'll hammer my shackles off!
Hmm. . . but just to make sure he's really out. . . "AAHH!!" Nope, not a budge.
I went back to where all the fancy tools were kept. Grabbing a hammer, I began to hammer away. To no avail. Plan "B" . . . which would help if I actually had a plan "B" . . . *looking around* Donkey! No, not just the donkey, but the gears that the donkey was attached to!
Grabbing a red hot metal rod (seeing as how there's no nicer way to get him moving. . .) I poked him. Ha! I poked the ass in the ass! I chuckled to myself at my own witty joke as I set the medal rod back, and swung my shackles into the gears.
"Crunch, pop!" They were off! Oh yes, am I brilliant or am I brilliant? Well, they weren't exactly off, but at least they weren't connected to each other anymore.
Then, the door swung open. I darted behind one of the many beams to see a young man come strolling in as if he owned the place. Hmm. . . Perhaps he did own the place.
He walked back to check on the drunk, and then was back into the room with the tools.
"Not where I left you," he spoke to the hammer. Then suspiciously eyed my hat. He had better not touch my hat. If he does, I swear I will- ok, he's reaching for the hat. I slid my sword from its sheath and stepped towards him steadily, preventing him from laying a finger on my beloved hat.
"You're the one they're hunting. The pirate." His eyes were narrowed in disgust, but I could sense a bit of fear in him too. Poor chap. But he looked familiar. Did I know him? I swear I've seen that face before. Same eyes, same nose. Hmm. . . "You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?" I calmly circled him, getting a better look to see if I would remember. Not the man from Havery was it? The man who tried to steal my donut, but ended up leaving with two fewer fingers than he had started with? No. . . No, nevermind, it wasn't him; that man didn't have a mustache, and this guy still had all his fingers.
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."
I think perhaps I haven't met him before. I would have remembered such a cocky attitude from such a weak framed boy.
"Ah. Well, then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me -" Not wanting to cause any undue problems, I turned to leave, but froze at the sound of him whipping out a sword from the nearby supply. I closed my eyes, how foolish can you be to try and duel with a pirate? Let alone me, the infamous Jack Sparrow?
"Do you think this wise, boy? Crossing blades with a pirate?"
"You threatened Miss Swann," He spoke in a very deliberate, protective tone. Who the blaze was Miss Swann? . . .Oh. . . right, the Princess with the pompous Commodore.
"Only a little," I took a step closer, sliding my blade smoothly across his. Then we dueled. With which I was impressed with his skill. "You know what you're doing, I'll give you that; excellent form, but how's your footwork? If I step here. . ." I turned about and he followed perfectly with every move, "Very good," I complimented. Never would have guessed it from him, but how long could he keep up? "Now I step again," Turning about the other way he followed flawlessly. But I was getting bored. I still had to make it off this blasted piece of land, which meant finding a ship and sailing away- all out of sight from the British Navy. "Ta."
I turned to leave, leapt up onto the landing to go through the door, and was just about to open the door when his sword came "fwapping" into place, just centimeters from my head. And I confess, it startled me. Taking a hold of the sword, I attempted to pull it from the door, but alas, it was stuck. Even I, the strapping Jack Sparrow, couldn't budge it. I turned back to the young fellow, smiling in exasperation.
"That is a wonderful trick, except once again you are between me and my way out. And now you have no weapon," He was trying my patience, but nothing I couldn't handle- especially since he was without his sword. That was until he pulled out the half made sword that I had used to scorch the donkey with. The end was red hot, and sizzled in the air, inches from my face.
We dueled for a while longer.
"Who makes all these?" I noticed just how many swords were stored in the small room.
"I do! And I practice with them three hours a day!" Ok. . . I'm wondering why it is that he is bragging about this. . .?
"You need to find yourself a girl, mate!" I blocked another one of his blows, and leaned in closer, eyeing him up and down suspiciously, "Or, perhaps the reason you practice three hours a day is that you already found one and are otherwise incapable of wooing said strumpet. You're not a eunuch, are you?"
"I practice three hours a day, so that when I meet a pirate, I can kill it!" Feeling a little dramatic now, are we? We dueled further. He seemed to have gotten a surge of madness after my little comment about his masculinity ("Me thinks thou doest protest too much, Aye?" . . .hmm, did I just quote shakespear?)
Swords clashing around the gears, on a teeter-totter sort of thing (Donkey toy?), and even in the rafters of all places. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity, I blew some sawdust in his face and whipped out my pistol. Of course, I knew I wouldn't actually be usin' it, but he had no idea.
When he realized what I had done, he froze with his sword still pointing at me.
"You. . . cheated. . ." The poor lad looked as if he were about to cry.
"Pirate," I reminded him, "Now, move away."
"No." He stood firmly in place. What did I have to do for this boy to let me go?
"Please move?" There was banging going on at the door now. No doubt the Commodore had found out where I was.
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."
"This shot is not meant for you." Why. . . why did I say that? Perhaps if I would have held out a bit longer he would have- . . . ouch. . . *blackness*
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Whatcha think? Yay or nay? Anything not "Jack-y" enough? Well, once again I'm requesting that you will place SOMETHING in my reviews ;) hehe, this is fun!! (although he was getting on my nerves the way he kept thinking about himself in 3rd person. . . "afterall, I'm captain jack sparrow!". . . I picture he goes over that a lot in his mind though ;))