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Here is the next chapter for ya, and you all get Will Turner posters, and cookies and Jack Sparrow posters and rum! (I managed to pry it from his grasp! Lol) sorry for any mistakes!
Enjoy!
Chapter Eight; Bridgett Jones' Locker
Monice leaned back as he leaned toward her. She bent back as far as she could go, and Jack opened his eyes, as all he was kissing was air. He brought her towards him and kissed her. Well, she didn't have a clue what the hell was going on, so she tried her best to kiss him back. Suddenly she realised what she was doing and snapped to her senses. She pushed him away and this time he let her go. Monice slapped him on the cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Captain Sparrow, you utter scoundrel, how dare you?!" she said, scandalised.
"Well-"
"Oh no, what will I do now? I'm to be married soon! To Theobald. What on earth will he say if he found out that I kissed somebody?" she began to pace, still talking. "We were courting you know! He and I went out for supper once or twice! I had no idea he was going to propose to me! I don't even love him! Good heavens- what am I to do?"
Jack, who had been waiting for a chance to speak, looked at her.
"You're a little young to be wed, aren't you?" he said.
"Not too young to kiss, obviously," Jack grinned. "Oh, the poor fellow. His friend was shot you know. In the local brothel last week. Oooh, if I found the person who killed him-" Jack winced. "- I'd kiss him on the spot! All that stupid lard bottom did was leer at my chest. And to think he was being discreet! Ha!"
'He must have made it painstakingly obvious if Monice noticed!' Jack thought.
But despite himself, he smiled.
"That means you owe me a kiss," he said.
Monice stopped pacing. She glared daggers at him. What had he done now?
"YOU KILLED HIM?" she screamed. "YOU did that . . . that . . . awful thing! You are a terrible man, Jack Sparrow! I don't owe you a kiss at ALL-"
Monice got cut off as he kissed her again. It was the only way that he could shut her up (that he could have a profit in, anyway!). He stepped back, please with the look on her face. It was utter shock.
"I . . . I have to go," she said, heading towards his cabin. He grabbed her arm.
"Do you really think that's wise, Monice? Sharing a bed with a pirate?" he whispered in her ear.
She stepped back, appalled.
"I thought I could trust you. Silly me. Mark my words, I could NEVER- you hear me- NEVER love a . . . pirate," she spat, and stormed off into his cabin, slamming his door.
He heard her scream in frustration on the other side of his door. Jack stood there for a while letting those words sink in that she had said. He winced when he remembered how Monice said pirate, as if it were a curse or something. Jack walked over to the door and opened it. He heard a scream, then a sigh.
"Oh, Jack. It's only you. Listen, I think it's for the best if we forget tonight completely. Okay? Good. Now," she said, without getting his answer. "Could you please turn around, as I am only in my under garments. And these do have to come off to wear that nightgown you ever so kindly put out for me," she made shooing motions with her hands and he lazily turned around.
Monice quickly put her nightgown on and turned to face him. Once again kohl- lined eyes met her gaze.
"Would you stop doing that? It's getting scarily accurate when you know when to turn around!" she said. He smiled.
"Don't worry luv- I get that all the time," he lied. "Anyway, I have a bone to pick with you. This has been on my mind ever since you set foot on this ship," he paused for effect. "Do I really look like a vegetable?" he asked.
Monice sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, all you think about is yourself!"
"No I don't! I know I can be a little over-bearing, but personally I think I'm rather dashing. But do I honestly look like a vegetable?"
"No,"
"Not just a little bit?"
"No,"
"A carrot?"
"Hmmm, no,"
"What do you mean by 'hmmm, no,'?"
"I mean 'hmmm, no'!" Monice said.
"A turnip?"
"Nope,"
"A . . . a pea?"
"No!"
"Broccoli?"
"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! If you ask me once more what type of vegetable you resemble, so help me God I will throw you into Bridgett Jones' Locker!" she seethed.
He looked confused.
"What are you on about?" he asked. "What's 'Bridgett Jones' Locker'?"
"You know . . . you said something about Davie something's Locker at dinner just then . . . so I thought . . ."
"Davie Jones' Locker?" he asked.
"Is it? Well, yes, that then," Monice said, loosing the effect all together.
"Well then, what vegetable do I look like?" he asked, getting back to the subject.
"Argh!" she said, but then he put on a really cute face that she couldn't resist, so she did think for a while.
She stepped up to him, their noses almost touching. She studied his face, circulating around him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. He almost kissed her again on the spot. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she spoke up.
"A pineapple!" she said at last.
He looked at her as if she was growing another head.
"What?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes.
"I already told you! A pineapple!" she said happily.
There was silence.
"But a pineapple isn't a vegetable," he said.
It was her turn to be confused.
"What? Of course it is!" she exclaimed.
"No. A pineapple is a fruit 'luv, not a vegetable," he told her.
"But I thought . . . fruit grew . . . and . . . vegetables . . . grew . . . oh."
He couldn't stand it any longer. Jack left the room muttering that he'd be surprised if she knew what a pineapple even was.
Monice sighed and sat down on the bed. Soon enough she fell asleep.
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She woke up when she felt something brush her cheek. She kept her eyes closed and twitched her nose when it tickled her there.
"Okay, I'm up now Tess, tell my father that I got up about an hour ago and I was doing my French assignment," she said as if it was drilled into her. She was good at making excuses off the top of her head.
"Oh, so that's how I get you up without you head butting my nose then, is it?" an unfamiliar voice said.
Monice shot up in bed and head butted however it was in the nose. She didn't care- it wasn't Tess. She opened her eyes and saw the face of Jack Sparrow clutching his bleeding nose. She looked at the object that he held in one of his hands and I was a feather. So that's what was tickling her!
"Oops! Sorry!" she apologised.
All he did was glare.
"I thought you might like some breakfast," he said through a bloody nose.
"Oh, no thank you! I can never eat in the mornings," she said.
Jack had just broken his nose for nothing.
"Great, thanks 'luv," he muttered and walked out of the room.
He stepped out of the room and the glare of the sun hit his face.
"Jack! A word if you please," Barbosa said to him.
"Captain, Barbosa. Captain," Jack corrected. He was in a bad mood. "Yes, what is it?" he asked.
"Not out here. Nobody knows how many ears will be listening. I was thinking below deck," he said.
Jack was suspicious, but he followed anyway.
Oooh, what d'ya think Barbosa wants to talk about? Well, if you leave a review, I will definitely update sooner! Sorry bout the crappy-ness of this chapter- I rushed it a little!
Review!
Wolfybaby: Yay! You read it! Woo woo! And so many reviews . . Thank you!!! See ya in school . . . is that some sort of sick joke? Lol. Our school is now a pile of ashes! Lol
crescent_illusion: yeah, the preview WAS short, but ah well, I try and update as soon as possible. ^_^
Fuzzy Angel: awww, than you so much! I'm so happy that you like this! I like being showered with compliments. Lol
XxDragon Princess NikkixX: Thank you! You even review me for the crappy little short chapters! *hugz*. Thanx hun!
Here is the next chapter for ya, and you all get Will Turner posters, and cookies and Jack Sparrow posters and rum! (I managed to pry it from his grasp! Lol) sorry for any mistakes!
Enjoy!
Chapter Eight; Bridgett Jones' Locker
Monice leaned back as he leaned toward her. She bent back as far as she could go, and Jack opened his eyes, as all he was kissing was air. He brought her towards him and kissed her. Well, she didn't have a clue what the hell was going on, so she tried her best to kiss him back. Suddenly she realised what she was doing and snapped to her senses. She pushed him away and this time he let her go. Monice slapped him on the cheek.
"What was that for?" he asked.
"Captain Sparrow, you utter scoundrel, how dare you?!" she said, scandalised.
"Well-"
"Oh no, what will I do now? I'm to be married soon! To Theobald. What on earth will he say if he found out that I kissed somebody?" she began to pace, still talking. "We were courting you know! He and I went out for supper once or twice! I had no idea he was going to propose to me! I don't even love him! Good heavens- what am I to do?"
Jack, who had been waiting for a chance to speak, looked at her.
"You're a little young to be wed, aren't you?" he said.
"Not too young to kiss, obviously," Jack grinned. "Oh, the poor fellow. His friend was shot you know. In the local brothel last week. Oooh, if I found the person who killed him-" Jack winced. "- I'd kiss him on the spot! All that stupid lard bottom did was leer at my chest. And to think he was being discreet! Ha!"
'He must have made it painstakingly obvious if Monice noticed!' Jack thought.
But despite himself, he smiled.
"That means you owe me a kiss," he said.
Monice stopped pacing. She glared daggers at him. What had he done now?
"YOU KILLED HIM?" she screamed. "YOU did that . . . that . . . awful thing! You are a terrible man, Jack Sparrow! I don't owe you a kiss at ALL-"
Monice got cut off as he kissed her again. It was the only way that he could shut her up (that he could have a profit in, anyway!). He stepped back, please with the look on her face. It was utter shock.
"I . . . I have to go," she said, heading towards his cabin. He grabbed her arm.
"Do you really think that's wise, Monice? Sharing a bed with a pirate?" he whispered in her ear.
She stepped back, appalled.
"I thought I could trust you. Silly me. Mark my words, I could NEVER- you hear me- NEVER love a . . . pirate," she spat, and stormed off into his cabin, slamming his door.
He heard her scream in frustration on the other side of his door. Jack stood there for a while letting those words sink in that she had said. He winced when he remembered how Monice said pirate, as if it were a curse or something. Jack walked over to the door and opened it. He heard a scream, then a sigh.
"Oh, Jack. It's only you. Listen, I think it's for the best if we forget tonight completely. Okay? Good. Now," she said, without getting his answer. "Could you please turn around, as I am only in my under garments. And these do have to come off to wear that nightgown you ever so kindly put out for me," she made shooing motions with her hands and he lazily turned around.
Monice quickly put her nightgown on and turned to face him. Once again kohl- lined eyes met her gaze.
"Would you stop doing that? It's getting scarily accurate when you know when to turn around!" she said. He smiled.
"Don't worry luv- I get that all the time," he lied. "Anyway, I have a bone to pick with you. This has been on my mind ever since you set foot on this ship," he paused for effect. "Do I really look like a vegetable?" he asked.
Monice sighed and shook her head. "Honestly, all you think about is yourself!"
"No I don't! I know I can be a little over-bearing, but personally I think I'm rather dashing. But do I honestly look like a vegetable?"
"No,"
"Not just a little bit?"
"No,"
"A carrot?"
"Hmmm, no,"
"What do you mean by 'hmmm, no,'?"
"I mean 'hmmm, no'!" Monice said.
"A turnip?"
"Nope,"
"A . . . a pea?"
"No!"
"Broccoli?"
"FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! If you ask me once more what type of vegetable you resemble, so help me God I will throw you into Bridgett Jones' Locker!" she seethed.
He looked confused.
"What are you on about?" he asked. "What's 'Bridgett Jones' Locker'?"
"You know . . . you said something about Davie something's Locker at dinner just then . . . so I thought . . ."
"Davie Jones' Locker?" he asked.
"Is it? Well, yes, that then," Monice said, loosing the effect all together.
"Well then, what vegetable do I look like?" he asked, getting back to the subject.
"Argh!" she said, but then he put on a really cute face that she couldn't resist, so she did think for a while.
She stepped up to him, their noses almost touching. She studied his face, circulating around him. He could feel the heat radiating from her body. He almost kissed her again on the spot. Just when he thought he couldn't take it anymore, she spoke up.
"A pineapple!" she said at last.
He looked at her as if she was growing another head.
"What?" he asked.
She rolled her eyes.
"I already told you! A pineapple!" she said happily.
There was silence.
"But a pineapple isn't a vegetable," he said.
It was her turn to be confused.
"What? Of course it is!" she exclaimed.
"No. A pineapple is a fruit 'luv, not a vegetable," he told her.
"But I thought . . . fruit grew . . . and . . . vegetables . . . grew . . . oh."
He couldn't stand it any longer. Jack left the room muttering that he'd be surprised if she knew what a pineapple even was.
Monice sighed and sat down on the bed. Soon enough she fell asleep.
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She woke up when she felt something brush her cheek. She kept her eyes closed and twitched her nose when it tickled her there.
"Okay, I'm up now Tess, tell my father that I got up about an hour ago and I was doing my French assignment," she said as if it was drilled into her. She was good at making excuses off the top of her head.
"Oh, so that's how I get you up without you head butting my nose then, is it?" an unfamiliar voice said.
Monice shot up in bed and head butted however it was in the nose. She didn't care- it wasn't Tess. She opened her eyes and saw the face of Jack Sparrow clutching his bleeding nose. She looked at the object that he held in one of his hands and I was a feather. So that's what was tickling her!
"Oops! Sorry!" she apologised.
All he did was glare.
"I thought you might like some breakfast," he said through a bloody nose.
"Oh, no thank you! I can never eat in the mornings," she said.
Jack had just broken his nose for nothing.
"Great, thanks 'luv," he muttered and walked out of the room.
He stepped out of the room and the glare of the sun hit his face.
"Jack! A word if you please," Barbosa said to him.
"Captain, Barbosa. Captain," Jack corrected. He was in a bad mood. "Yes, what is it?" he asked.
"Not out here. Nobody knows how many ears will be listening. I was thinking below deck," he said.
Jack was suspicious, but he followed anyway.
Oooh, what d'ya think Barbosa wants to talk about? Well, if you leave a review, I will definitely update sooner! Sorry bout the crappy-ness of this chapter- I rushed it a little!
Review!