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Chapter Seven; We're the Bad Guys
"Ouch! Jack! Stop it! I demand that you let me go right this instant! Let me go! Jack! Are you even listening to me? Jack?" were some of the shouts that could be heard by the crew below deck where they were eating their meal.
The crew laughed amongst themselves and the door burst open with Jack storming in, Monice close behind. He let Monice go and she immediately rubbed her sore arm.
"Sit," Jack instructed, pointing to a chair in between two pirates. Jack kept well away from her and sat down three chairs to the right of Monice and to the opposite side of the table, just so he could keep an eye on her. He tucked into his food.
Monice frowned and played with the food on her plate (well, mainly flicking peas towards Jack, but failing miserably as she had no aim). Her bottom lip was poking out sulkily. She wasn't eating anything that was on her plate.
"Your face'll stick," said the person sitting on her left. Monice didn't notice who it was until she looked at him.
"Ah . . . Shoelace," she said, groping around for a name . . . and getting it completely wrong. "What was that? Sorry - I wasn't paying attention," she giggled.
"It's Bootstrap," he corrected.
"Oh."
"What I said was, your face will stick. The wind'll change direction and you'll be left with that frown forever," he said, smiling politely.
"But it's not windy down here," Monice said.
Bootstrap rolled his eyes.
Monice stared back down at her plate and shrugged.
"You must get bored," she said loudly, addressing the whole crew. They all went silent and looked at her.
"I mean, what do you do? Apart from sail around on a little boat all the time," she said, gesturing around the 'little boat'.
They all kept quiet and Monice heard someone stab their knife into the table angrily.
"One; its not a 'little boat'. It's the Black Pearl! The most feared pirate ship on the Caribbean Sea. Two; we don't just 'sail around'," Jack said through gritted teeth. "We have adventures. Get the treasure, the gold, the land . . . the rum,"
"And the women," somebody said, and the crew laughed.
"OOOH! An adventure! How positively exciting! Do you go out, kill the 'baddies' and rescue the damsel in distress?" Monice asked eagerly.
They looked at each other, confused. Again there was a silence.
One person spoke out.
"Can we kill 'er yet?"
"Yer! She's annoyin' me!"
"NO! Not yet!" Jack said, glaring at his crew. "Look, Monice, we're the bad guys, and that makes you the . . . er . . . 'damsel' . . . in distress,"
"Ah," she said, and she sat there quietly for a while, the rest of the crew watching her reaction.
"Does that mean you're going to be killed by a knight in shining armour?" Monice asked, raising her head up and smiling.
The pirates looked at each other. When she put it that way . . .
"Yes! It does! By the British Royal Navy!" she said, clapping her hands together happily.
"Ar, but why would they be lookin' for yer? Yer not THAT important, missy," smirked Barbosa.
Monice raised her head up proudly.
"On the contrary! I AM important. If three-hundred and seventy four people in the Royal line die simultaneously for no apparent reason, I will be the Queen of England," she said proudly.
"What?" the person on her right asked; confused by it all. Obviously pirates weren't particularly bright with statistics.
"Nothing," Monice resigned.
The rest of the pirates that understood (all of three) laughed.
"So, what 'adventure' are we on then?" Monice asked.
Jack grinned.
"To find the secret Aztec Gold!" he said. "Some people say that it's cursed, but we aren't scared, are we men?"
"No!" the crew shouted.
"C- c- cursed?" Monice asked.
"Yes, cursed. But I don't believe in that mumbo-jumbo," Jack said.
"Where is it then?" Monice said.
"It's on an island that can not be found - except by those who know where it is," Jack said dramatically.
". . . that's stupid isn't it? What if you're trying to find it, but you can't because you don't know where it is?"
Jack rolled his eyes and put his head in his hands.
"Shut up and eat yer dinner," he said, and the chatter carried on.
Monice folded her arms across her chest. After a while she resumed flicking peas at Jack.
"Ready . . . aim. . . FIRE!" she whispered to herself dramatically and she flicked the pea.
It all went into slow motion. Jack throwing his head back laughing at a joke from a crewmate . . . the pea arching in the air . . . the pea shooting into his mouth . . . lodging at the back of his throat . . . Jack choking . . .
Then time went back to normal, and Jack was doubled over, choking on the pea that Monice had flicked into his mouth. She sat there, with her mouth open, amazed that she managed to hit her target.
"Help me! I'm choking!" Jack mouthed in between coughs. His arms were waving around manically. The crew had only just noticed Jack rolling around choking on the pea. Nobody knew what to do. Just then the chair on her left scraped backwards and Bootstrap ran over to Jack. He stood Jack up and did the Heimlich manoeuvre on him. After a few tries Jack spat out the pea and it went zooming across the room, hitting Barbosa in the centre of his head.
The room hushed again.
Every head turned in Monice's direction.
"Um . . . Sorry?" she offered, holding her hands up defensively.
Jack looked ready to kill.
For once, an ounce of common sense hit her and she got up and ran from he room, closely followed by a murderous Jack.
She screamed when she felt hands grab her waist and roughly turn her around. They were on the deck now, alone, and Monice was sure that the breath that she was taking now would be her last.
"Look, I said I'm sorry!" Monice said quickly, flailing her hands rather pathetically. She looked like a girl in a catfight as she slapped lightly at Jack's face. Jack didn't even flinch.
"You fight like a girl," he grinned sarcastically. Monice stopped, and scratched her head.
"But I am a girl, Jack!" she protested mildly. Jack sighed, her density still causing him to ponder. Had she stolen a four year old's brain and replaced her own with it? (a/n hey Lindz . . . erm . . . )
Monice gave up trying to figure out Jack's comment and sighed herself. Jack growled, his mood changing swiftly.
"Look, the whole pea thing," she said casually, as if nothing had even happened. "I suggest we drop it. I mean, I didn't mean to kill you- I only meant to hit you, rather squarely on the head. I didn't mean to kill you, I meant to hurt you . . . " she drifted off pathetically from the look on Jack's face.
"Ha! You'd need a lot more than a pea to kill ol' Jack here! I'm the most feared pirate on the Caribbean!" he said, laughing.
". . . But didn't you just nearly choke to death on pea?"
"Stop talking about the pea! What is it with you and vegetables?" he said, sounding a little frantic.
Monice tried to back away, but his grip around her waist was still firm. He looked at her, still appearing angry.
"Um . . ." she quickly tried to think of a line to compliment him, hoping to quell his anger. "I like your . . . "
Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Eyeliner!" she said triumphantly. "Yes! It's really - original. Yes original!"
"It's not eyeliner, but thank you for the compliment," he smiled. She nodded.
"Well, I had best be off then!" she said briskly. She tried to get away again. He wouldn't let go. "Can you let go of me now- I've said I'm sorry, what more do you want?"
"Well. . . "
He brought her towards him and leaned in, closing his eyes . . .
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Gypsy-Fire: aww! I have already eaten the cookies! Mmm, they were lovely, thank you very much! Poor you! You had to put up with a Monice? Did ya shoot her? Argh! There is a girl that is actually blonde that's like that. ^_^
Herbie: what happens after chapter 6? Well, read chapter seven and find out! Lol. It's based before the movie, if that's what you mean! Lol. Thanx.
Bey-Girl-Nicky: thank you so much! ! ! ! ! ha! Beat that sherbet! I have a blow up bow and arrow! Ha ha ha! Thanx again. I can get her back now! He he he.
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Chapter Seven; We're the Bad Guys
"Ouch! Jack! Stop it! I demand that you let me go right this instant! Let me go! Jack! Are you even listening to me? Jack?" were some of the shouts that could be heard by the crew below deck where they were eating their meal.
The crew laughed amongst themselves and the door burst open with Jack storming in, Monice close behind. He let Monice go and she immediately rubbed her sore arm.
"Sit," Jack instructed, pointing to a chair in between two pirates. Jack kept well away from her and sat down three chairs to the right of Monice and to the opposite side of the table, just so he could keep an eye on her. He tucked into his food.
Monice frowned and played with the food on her plate (well, mainly flicking peas towards Jack, but failing miserably as she had no aim). Her bottom lip was poking out sulkily. She wasn't eating anything that was on her plate.
"Your face'll stick," said the person sitting on her left. Monice didn't notice who it was until she looked at him.
"Ah . . . Shoelace," she said, groping around for a name . . . and getting it completely wrong. "What was that? Sorry - I wasn't paying attention," she giggled.
"It's Bootstrap," he corrected.
"Oh."
"What I said was, your face will stick. The wind'll change direction and you'll be left with that frown forever," he said, smiling politely.
"But it's not windy down here," Monice said.
Bootstrap rolled his eyes.
Monice stared back down at her plate and shrugged.
"You must get bored," she said loudly, addressing the whole crew. They all went silent and looked at her.
"I mean, what do you do? Apart from sail around on a little boat all the time," she said, gesturing around the 'little boat'.
They all kept quiet and Monice heard someone stab their knife into the table angrily.
"One; its not a 'little boat'. It's the Black Pearl! The most feared pirate ship on the Caribbean Sea. Two; we don't just 'sail around'," Jack said through gritted teeth. "We have adventures. Get the treasure, the gold, the land . . . the rum,"
"And the women," somebody said, and the crew laughed.
"OOOH! An adventure! How positively exciting! Do you go out, kill the 'baddies' and rescue the damsel in distress?" Monice asked eagerly.
They looked at each other, confused. Again there was a silence.
One person spoke out.
"Can we kill 'er yet?"
"Yer! She's annoyin' me!"
"NO! Not yet!" Jack said, glaring at his crew. "Look, Monice, we're the bad guys, and that makes you the . . . er . . . 'damsel' . . . in distress,"
"Ah," she said, and she sat there quietly for a while, the rest of the crew watching her reaction.
"Does that mean you're going to be killed by a knight in shining armour?" Monice asked, raising her head up and smiling.
The pirates looked at each other. When she put it that way . . .
"Yes! It does! By the British Royal Navy!" she said, clapping her hands together happily.
"Ar, but why would they be lookin' for yer? Yer not THAT important, missy," smirked Barbosa.
Monice raised her head up proudly.
"On the contrary! I AM important. If three-hundred and seventy four people in the Royal line die simultaneously for no apparent reason, I will be the Queen of England," she said proudly.
"What?" the person on her right asked; confused by it all. Obviously pirates weren't particularly bright with statistics.
"Nothing," Monice resigned.
The rest of the pirates that understood (all of three) laughed.
"So, what 'adventure' are we on then?" Monice asked.
Jack grinned.
"To find the secret Aztec Gold!" he said. "Some people say that it's cursed, but we aren't scared, are we men?"
"No!" the crew shouted.
"C- c- cursed?" Monice asked.
"Yes, cursed. But I don't believe in that mumbo-jumbo," Jack said.
"Where is it then?" Monice said.
"It's on an island that can not be found - except by those who know where it is," Jack said dramatically.
". . . that's stupid isn't it? What if you're trying to find it, but you can't because you don't know where it is?"
Jack rolled his eyes and put his head in his hands.
"Shut up and eat yer dinner," he said, and the chatter carried on.
Monice folded her arms across her chest. After a while she resumed flicking peas at Jack.
"Ready . . . aim. . . FIRE!" she whispered to herself dramatically and she flicked the pea.
It all went into slow motion. Jack throwing his head back laughing at a joke from a crewmate . . . the pea arching in the air . . . the pea shooting into his mouth . . . lodging at the back of his throat . . . Jack choking . . .
Then time went back to normal, and Jack was doubled over, choking on the pea that Monice had flicked into his mouth. She sat there, with her mouth open, amazed that she managed to hit her target.
"Help me! I'm choking!" Jack mouthed in between coughs. His arms were waving around manically. The crew had only just noticed Jack rolling around choking on the pea. Nobody knew what to do. Just then the chair on her left scraped backwards and Bootstrap ran over to Jack. He stood Jack up and did the Heimlich manoeuvre on him. After a few tries Jack spat out the pea and it went zooming across the room, hitting Barbosa in the centre of his head.
The room hushed again.
Every head turned in Monice's direction.
"Um . . . Sorry?" she offered, holding her hands up defensively.
Jack looked ready to kill.
For once, an ounce of common sense hit her and she got up and ran from he room, closely followed by a murderous Jack.
She screamed when she felt hands grab her waist and roughly turn her around. They were on the deck now, alone, and Monice was sure that the breath that she was taking now would be her last.
"Look, I said I'm sorry!" Monice said quickly, flailing her hands rather pathetically. She looked like a girl in a catfight as she slapped lightly at Jack's face. Jack didn't even flinch.
"You fight like a girl," he grinned sarcastically. Monice stopped, and scratched her head.
"But I am a girl, Jack!" she protested mildly. Jack sighed, her density still causing him to ponder. Had she stolen a four year old's brain and replaced her own with it? (a/n hey Lindz . . . erm . . . )
Monice gave up trying to figure out Jack's comment and sighed herself. Jack growled, his mood changing swiftly.
"Look, the whole pea thing," she said casually, as if nothing had even happened. "I suggest we drop it. I mean, I didn't mean to kill you- I only meant to hit you, rather squarely on the head. I didn't mean to kill you, I meant to hurt you . . . " she drifted off pathetically from the look on Jack's face.
"Ha! You'd need a lot more than a pea to kill ol' Jack here! I'm the most feared pirate on the Caribbean!" he said, laughing.
". . . But didn't you just nearly choke to death on pea?"
"Stop talking about the pea! What is it with you and vegetables?" he said, sounding a little frantic.
Monice tried to back away, but his grip around her waist was still firm. He looked at her, still appearing angry.
"Um . . ." she quickly tried to think of a line to compliment him, hoping to quell his anger. "I like your . . . "
Jack raised his eyebrows.
"Eyeliner!" she said triumphantly. "Yes! It's really - original. Yes original!"
"It's not eyeliner, but thank you for the compliment," he smiled. She nodded.
"Well, I had best be off then!" she said briskly. She tried to get away again. He wouldn't let go. "Can you let go of me now- I've said I'm sorry, what more do you want?"
"Well. . . "
He brought her towards him and leaned in, closing his eyes . . .
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