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Thanx to:
Xx Dragon Princess Nikki xX (and you are a good writer! Hope you're liking school! Ha ha ha ha! I don't go back for another week or so!)
NOT Sherbet Mayhem (she is a Dutch hater)
Bey_girl_nicky: thank you, but I don't think not reviewing is very threatening. You know that if you didn't review I would be flaming yours and telling you to review me. Lol
Dark Maiden Reiya, thanx for reviewing! Lol!
Here is the next chapter!
Enjoy!
Chapter four; Negotiating
As Monice flicked open her hazel eyes, she took a moment to try and remember where she was. Her eyes focused and she jumped at the black and peach figure before her.
"ARGH! Oh, I thought you were a cabbage!" she cried, wincing at the pain in her head from speaking too loudly.
"Did yer hit yer head luv?"
Her eyes focused properly and she realised that she wasn't looking at a cabbage at all, or a panda.
"William! What on earth are you doing here?" she asked.
"William? Oh, William! Monice!" he said, trying to keep up with his own lies. Then the memory of who Monice actually was struck him and he glanced down at her chest again, a lop-sided grin on his face, his eyes sparkling mischievously at her white night gown which had gone see-through in the water.
"What?" she asked. "Is there a bug on me?" she said, thrusting her bosom in his face. "Get it off! Get it off!" she squealed, squirming with her eyes closed in case she saw the 'bug'.
'William's' smile grew and he raised his eyebrows. He reached forward to get the non-existent bug of her chest anyway, his hands lingering a little too long for Monice's liking. She glanced down at her chest to see what he was doing.
"Get off me this instant!" she yelled and slapped him. Monice heard laughter. She scrambled to her feet and the jeering continued.
"Getting friendly with the captain, eh?"
"Look what the Sparrow dragged in!"
She looked around and saw a whole crew of motley men, with parrots, beards and gold teeth. There were hooks for hands- well, no, there weren't any of them, but you get the picture. Monice tried to cover herself, but this set the crew off even more. Monice felt tears of shame sting her eyes.
"Here, take this," said someone from behind her. She felt something being draped around her shoulders. Monice looked and saw it was a coat, and she hastily put it on, much to the despair of the men.
"Bootstrap! Why did yer do that, eh? I'll have yer scrub the deck 'fer days! She was a fine piece of-"
"Enough Barbosa! Being first mate doesn't make yer captain," snapped 'William' sternly. "Bootstrap was only 'bein a gent!"
Barbosa grumbled and walked away. Monice turned around to face Bootstrap.
"Thank you," she said weakly, smiling slightly. Monice glanced at his face, with its golden brown skin and chocolate eyes. His hair was almost black, but slightly tinted by the sun, and curled towards the end.
She turned back to 'William'.
"How did I get here? Where I am?" she asked.
"You're aboard my ship, and yer here 'coz you blew a hole through it," he replied, with a smile.
Suddenly it all flooded back. Her argument with her father, storming off in a mood and lighting the 'candle'. She gulped and put her head in her hands.
"Oh, my goodness, what have I gotten myself into? I assume that my family are here too?" she inquired.
'William' pulled on his collar, almost nervously.
"Well, sort of. . . no. . . " he trailed off and looked at Monice. 'Ohh, if looks could kill,' he thought.
"What do you mean 'well sort of no'?" she demanded.
"Well, yer see luv, I had to kill 'em-"
"YOU KILLED THEM!?" she shouted. He winced.
"Well, I 'ad to. . . yer see. . . that's the first rule of piracy," he lied. "If someone fires on yer, yer have to shoot back. I 'ad the Code to consider,"
"Piracy? You're a pirate?" she asked. The crew laughed again.
"Yer, who did ya think 'e was? Captain Norrington?" said one pirate. The others laughed even harder.
"Captain Jack Sparrow at your service," he said, taking his hat of and swooping into a low bow. She cringed.
"Jack Sparrow?" she said, unimpressed. "A man who killed all of my family is called Jack Sparrow?" she laughed.
Jack looked hurt.
"You know, yer shouldn't really be 'sayin that to a man who can 'av yer guts fer garters," Jack said, his expression hardening. She gulped.
His face turned into a sly smile.
"But on the other hand. . ." he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "you could warm me bed up at night? Savvy? It does get awfully lonely on the Pearl, dunnit lads?"
"Aye!"
She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Well. . . " she pondered aloud. "I supposed it must get cold," she said, completely missing what Jack was suggesting. "Especially with those draughts and no bed-pans to warm you up."
Jack looked more confused than his crew had ever seen him. This girl was really beyond him. How could somebody be so naïve?
"I suppose you have your own quarters separate to the crew?" she asked.
"Uh. . . yes," Jack answered.
"Well, sharing with you is a lot better than sharing with the rest of them," she said, jerking her head towards the crew violently, "I wouldn't want to be kept with that lt. I'll share a bed with you," she declared in the end.
Silence cloaked the ship.
"What?" asked Jack in the end, a smirk creeping on to his features.
Monice rolled her eyes impatiently.
"I'm sure you heard the first time," she said.
Jack shrugged his shoulders.
"Just makin sure. Wouldn't want another slap across me face now, would I?" he said, his gold teeth glittering.
She sighed impatiently.
"Where are your quarters then?" she said.
"Blimey, you're keen aren't you?" replied Jack.
"I only want to get away from them," she said simply.
"Right this way then," he said, standing aside to let her past.
She looked at him- as if unsure about what to do, but the she gave a small smile and walked past him.
When her back was turned, Jack turned to his crew and winked.
"Must be my charms," he said to his crew and laughed along with them.
"What are yer laughing at? Get back ter work! And if you interrupt me in me cabin, then I'll shoot yer. You know how I like to negotiate!" Jack ordered.
He walked away to show Monice where to go, still smiling.
Thanx to:
Xx Dragon Princess Nikki xX (and you are a good writer! Hope you're liking school! Ha ha ha ha! I don't go back for another week or so!)
NOT Sherbet Mayhem (she is a Dutch hater)
Bey_girl_nicky: thank you, but I don't think not reviewing is very threatening. You know that if you didn't review I would be flaming yours and telling you to review me. Lol
Dark Maiden Reiya, thanx for reviewing! Lol!
Here is the next chapter!
Enjoy!
Chapter four; Negotiating
As Monice flicked open her hazel eyes, she took a moment to try and remember where she was. Her eyes focused and she jumped at the black and peach figure before her.
"ARGH! Oh, I thought you were a cabbage!" she cried, wincing at the pain in her head from speaking too loudly.
"Did yer hit yer head luv?"
Her eyes focused properly and she realised that she wasn't looking at a cabbage at all, or a panda.
"William! What on earth are you doing here?" she asked.
"William? Oh, William! Monice!" he said, trying to keep up with his own lies. Then the memory of who Monice actually was struck him and he glanced down at her chest again, a lop-sided grin on his face, his eyes sparkling mischievously at her white night gown which had gone see-through in the water.
"What?" she asked. "Is there a bug on me?" she said, thrusting her bosom in his face. "Get it off! Get it off!" she squealed, squirming with her eyes closed in case she saw the 'bug'.
'William's' smile grew and he raised his eyebrows. He reached forward to get the non-existent bug of her chest anyway, his hands lingering a little too long for Monice's liking. She glanced down at her chest to see what he was doing.
"Get off me this instant!" she yelled and slapped him. Monice heard laughter. She scrambled to her feet and the jeering continued.
"Getting friendly with the captain, eh?"
"Look what the Sparrow dragged in!"
She looked around and saw a whole crew of motley men, with parrots, beards and gold teeth. There were hooks for hands- well, no, there weren't any of them, but you get the picture. Monice tried to cover herself, but this set the crew off even more. Monice felt tears of shame sting her eyes.
"Here, take this," said someone from behind her. She felt something being draped around her shoulders. Monice looked and saw it was a coat, and she hastily put it on, much to the despair of the men.
"Bootstrap! Why did yer do that, eh? I'll have yer scrub the deck 'fer days! She was a fine piece of-"
"Enough Barbosa! Being first mate doesn't make yer captain," snapped 'William' sternly. "Bootstrap was only 'bein a gent!"
Barbosa grumbled and walked away. Monice turned around to face Bootstrap.
"Thank you," she said weakly, smiling slightly. Monice glanced at his face, with its golden brown skin and chocolate eyes. His hair was almost black, but slightly tinted by the sun, and curled towards the end.
She turned back to 'William'.
"How did I get here? Where I am?" she asked.
"You're aboard my ship, and yer here 'coz you blew a hole through it," he replied, with a smile.
Suddenly it all flooded back. Her argument with her father, storming off in a mood and lighting the 'candle'. She gulped and put her head in her hands.
"Oh, my goodness, what have I gotten myself into? I assume that my family are here too?" she inquired.
'William' pulled on his collar, almost nervously.
"Well, sort of. . . no. . . " he trailed off and looked at Monice. 'Ohh, if looks could kill,' he thought.
"What do you mean 'well sort of no'?" she demanded.
"Well, yer see luv, I had to kill 'em-"
"YOU KILLED THEM!?" she shouted. He winced.
"Well, I 'ad to. . . yer see. . . that's the first rule of piracy," he lied. "If someone fires on yer, yer have to shoot back. I 'ad the Code to consider,"
"Piracy? You're a pirate?" she asked. The crew laughed again.
"Yer, who did ya think 'e was? Captain Norrington?" said one pirate. The others laughed even harder.
"Captain Jack Sparrow at your service," he said, taking his hat of and swooping into a low bow. She cringed.
"Jack Sparrow?" she said, unimpressed. "A man who killed all of my family is called Jack Sparrow?" she laughed.
Jack looked hurt.
"You know, yer shouldn't really be 'sayin that to a man who can 'av yer guts fer garters," Jack said, his expression hardening. She gulped.
His face turned into a sly smile.
"But on the other hand. . ." he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively, "you could warm me bed up at night? Savvy? It does get awfully lonely on the Pearl, dunnit lads?"
"Aye!"
She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Well. . . " she pondered aloud. "I supposed it must get cold," she said, completely missing what Jack was suggesting. "Especially with those draughts and no bed-pans to warm you up."
Jack looked more confused than his crew had ever seen him. This girl was really beyond him. How could somebody be so naïve?
"I suppose you have your own quarters separate to the crew?" she asked.
"Uh. . . yes," Jack answered.
"Well, sharing with you is a lot better than sharing with the rest of them," she said, jerking her head towards the crew violently, "I wouldn't want to be kept with that lt. I'll share a bed with you," she declared in the end.
Silence cloaked the ship.
"What?" asked Jack in the end, a smirk creeping on to his features.
Monice rolled her eyes impatiently.
"I'm sure you heard the first time," she said.
Jack shrugged his shoulders.
"Just makin sure. Wouldn't want another slap across me face now, would I?" he said, his gold teeth glittering.
She sighed impatiently.
"Where are your quarters then?" she said.
"Blimey, you're keen aren't you?" replied Jack.
"I only want to get away from them," she said simply.
"Right this way then," he said, standing aside to let her past.
She looked at him- as if unsure about what to do, but the she gave a small smile and walked past him.
When her back was turned, Jack turned to his crew and winked.
"Must be my charms," he said to his crew and laughed along with them.
"What are yer laughing at? Get back ter work! And if you interrupt me in me cabin, then I'll shoot yer. You know how I like to negotiate!" Jack ordered.
He walked away to show Monice where to go, still smiling.