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Chapter five; A Misunderstanding
When he got to Monice, he put on a serious face straight away. She was standing outside his cabin door. He frowned. How did she know how to get there? As if she read his mind she pointed to the metal sign on his door.
"It says 'Captain's Quarters'," she said simply.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Does it? I wouldn't know. I can't read. I stole- acquired it off this blacksmith who told me what it said. I was unsure myself, so I shot 'im afterwards, just in case," he said.
She gulped.
"Well, go inside," he said, signalling to the door.
With a shaky hand, she opened the door slowly, as if unsure of what was about to pop out at her.
It certainly was messy. Men aren't very tidy though, are they? She thought that it was natural for a man to be this messy. Clothes were strewn lazily across the floor. She carefully stepped around them and sat herself down on the bed.
That was when she broke into hysterics. Everything that was held inside of her when she was standing nearly naked in front of those horrific pirates came flooding out. She hadn't wanted to look any weaker to them. She missed her family already. Everything she had was now lost, due to the man who was now standing in front of her. She glared up angrily at him when he asked what was wrong.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a dangerous whisper. He took a step back out of instinct. She stood up. "What's WRONG?" she shouted. Jack winced. "YOU have just killed MY FAMILY!" she screamed. "I HAVE NOTHING LEFT! I'M STUCK ON A SHIP WITH A FEW MANGY PIRATES AND A SEE THROUGH NIGHTY!"
She saw him glance down again and rolled her eyes in utter frustration.
"MR. SPARROW!"
"CAPTAIN!" Jack corrected, annoyed. "Why can't anybody get it right? Is it really that hard?"
"YES IT HARD!" she yelled back.
Up on deck, the pirates 'listening' into the conversation widened their eyes, laughing. Well, I say listening, but anybody that wasn't deaf and was within a fifty-mile radius could've heard them at it.
"Old Jack hasn't lost 'is touch- eh?" said one of them with an eye missing out of it's socket. He guffawed in a retarded fashion.
Back inside Monice sat back down on the bed.
"This just isn't good enough Captain Sparrow! I always thought this type of thing would be an adventure, but I'm not even excited! This is not satisfactory!"
The pirates outside looked at each other, taken aback.
"If Jack isn't good enough, then we haven't got a hope in hell!" said a black man with dreadlocks. They were obviously mistaken as to what was happening below deck. They hushed up to listen to more.
"I'm trying me best, luv, what more can I do?"
"Well, at least let me feel comfortable. I'm standing here sopping wet in a see-through nighty! Do you think I'm enjoying myself?"
"'Ere, 'ave a lie down. I'll see what I can do fer yer," said Jack.
Monice groaned as she lay back on the bed, fed up with her situation. She let out a long sigh.
The pirates looked at each other, impressed. Just then the door to the deck opened, and Jack climbed out.
"Shiver me timbers, Jack, that was fast!" said a smallish grizzly looking man with a balding head and rotting teeth.
"Yes, well, I'm just getting the lass 'ere a change of clothes. After all she's been through, she must be feeling quite dirty," he said, unaware of the effect these words would have on his crew.
They instantly began whistling and shouting.
"Oh, don't be stupid," interrupted Bootstrap, who was mopping the deck. "What do you think he was doing down there? Pleasuring her?" he said and chuckled to himself at his shipmates' stupidity.
The crew looked expectantly at Jack.
"You were, weren't yer?" they asked.
He stared at them for a minute before replying with a grin.
". . . er. . . 'course I was, who d'ya think I am?" he lowered his voice to a whisper. "She's fantastic," and he waltzed off to find her a dress.
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Chapter five; A Misunderstanding
When he got to Monice, he put on a serious face straight away. She was standing outside his cabin door. He frowned. How did she know how to get there? As if she read his mind she pointed to the metal sign on his door.
"It says 'Captain's Quarters'," she said simply.
He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Does it? I wouldn't know. I can't read. I stole- acquired it off this blacksmith who told me what it said. I was unsure myself, so I shot 'im afterwards, just in case," he said.
She gulped.
"Well, go inside," he said, signalling to the door.
With a shaky hand, she opened the door slowly, as if unsure of what was about to pop out at her.
It certainly was messy. Men aren't very tidy though, are they? She thought that it was natural for a man to be this messy. Clothes were strewn lazily across the floor. She carefully stepped around them and sat herself down on the bed.
That was when she broke into hysterics. Everything that was held inside of her when she was standing nearly naked in front of those horrific pirates came flooding out. She hadn't wanted to look any weaker to them. She missed her family already. Everything she had was now lost, due to the man who was now standing in front of her. She glared up angrily at him when he asked what was wrong.
"What's wrong?" she asked in a dangerous whisper. He took a step back out of instinct. She stood up. "What's WRONG?" she shouted. Jack winced. "YOU have just killed MY FAMILY!" she screamed. "I HAVE NOTHING LEFT! I'M STUCK ON A SHIP WITH A FEW MANGY PIRATES AND A SEE THROUGH NIGHTY!"
She saw him glance down again and rolled her eyes in utter frustration.
"MR. SPARROW!"
"CAPTAIN!" Jack corrected, annoyed. "Why can't anybody get it right? Is it really that hard?"
"YES IT HARD!" she yelled back.
Up on deck, the pirates 'listening' into the conversation widened their eyes, laughing. Well, I say listening, but anybody that wasn't deaf and was within a fifty-mile radius could've heard them at it.
"Old Jack hasn't lost 'is touch- eh?" said one of them with an eye missing out of it's socket. He guffawed in a retarded fashion.
Back inside Monice sat back down on the bed.
"This just isn't good enough Captain Sparrow! I always thought this type of thing would be an adventure, but I'm not even excited! This is not satisfactory!"
The pirates outside looked at each other, taken aback.
"If Jack isn't good enough, then we haven't got a hope in hell!" said a black man with dreadlocks. They were obviously mistaken as to what was happening below deck. They hushed up to listen to more.
"I'm trying me best, luv, what more can I do?"
"Well, at least let me feel comfortable. I'm standing here sopping wet in a see-through nighty! Do you think I'm enjoying myself?"
"'Ere, 'ave a lie down. I'll see what I can do fer yer," said Jack.
Monice groaned as she lay back on the bed, fed up with her situation. She let out a long sigh.
The pirates looked at each other, impressed. Just then the door to the deck opened, and Jack climbed out.
"Shiver me timbers, Jack, that was fast!" said a smallish grizzly looking man with a balding head and rotting teeth.
"Yes, well, I'm just getting the lass 'ere a change of clothes. After all she's been through, she must be feeling quite dirty," he said, unaware of the effect these words would have on his crew.
They instantly began whistling and shouting.
"Oh, don't be stupid," interrupted Bootstrap, who was mopping the deck. "What do you think he was doing down there? Pleasuring her?" he said and chuckled to himself at his shipmates' stupidity.
The crew looked expectantly at Jack.
"You were, weren't yer?" they asked.
He stared at them for a minute before replying with a grin.
". . . er. . . 'course I was, who d'ya think I am?" he lowered his voice to a whisper. "She's fantastic," and he waltzed off to find her a dress.
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