Author's Notes: You reviewers would make wonderful pirates, and the
reviews are absolutely fabulous! Thank you from the tips of my toes to my
anxious typing fingers. Alas, my fellow readers, Gallagher and Jack's
adventure has just begun, and when we left off, Gallagher was planning
something evil to get back at the crude Captain Jack Sparrow. This ought
to be a hoot, wouldn't you say so? I'd say there is a mischievous gleam in
all of our eyes right about now. Well I love Gallagher because she can
maintain her tough posture while falooting around in a gosh awful dress
monstrosity. She has the wits to match Jack's, and perhaps even more so.
Captain Jack Sparrow is going to rue the day he came across Terrence
Gallagher! Read on, mateys, and enjoy the tale!
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot!
PineAppleLint
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The bright summer moon rode high in the night sky. There were no clouds lazily drifting by, the heavens clear and full of sparkling stars. In fact, the stars were sparkling just like my eyes at the moment, full of mischief and anticipation.
It was around midnight, I figured, the way the moon was positioned, and everyone was asleep, dead tired from the events of the day. And it was the perfect time to make that Captain pay.
I lugged my heavy, squirming sack to the front of Jack's door and opened the wooden door quietly and cautiously. It creaked a little and I cringed, awaiting for someone to shout at me, or for Jack's string of curses. There was none, so I crept inside.
Jack was dead asleep, the sheets pulled up to his waist and his chest in plain view. He was muscular and tanned from hard labor under the sun. He was clutching his pillow, his eyes shut and his mouth open slightly, some of the gold in his mouth shining in the moonlight coming from the only window. It was too perfect an opportunity, and I was going to take it.
Ah, he looks so peaceful while he sleeps, I thought eagerly, Why don't we change that?
I took a step and a floorboard groaned. I mentally cursed myself and froze as Jack began to move slightly.
"No .... don't take the rum!" he murmured in his sleep, twitching slightly, then being still once more. I muffled laughter and picked up my bag once more, the contents writhing to get out.
I leaned over the bed and with one moment, overturned the old sack. Dozens of tiny crabs began to scuttle towards Jack's face, under the sheets, down to the floor and escaping from sight. I backed into the shadows, leaning against his desk, my fingers twisted together. I awaited his reaction.
A tiny crab scurried onto Jack's chest and three neared his face, looking quite angry from being held captive so long. Finally, with one swoop, a claw snapped onto Captain Sparrow's nose in a death grip.
"AEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jack shouted and sat up straight in bed. The crabs, being tossed about so, started snapping at his skin in defense, trying to ward off their predator. I couldn't help it any longer. I burst out laughing, holding my side, feeling as if I was going to pee myself at any moment. There were tiny crustaceans hanging from his goatee, his hair, his nose, his fingers. Jack finally glared up at me with wide eyes and yelped as they kept snapping. He jumped out of bed and my laughter turned into a quick gasp as I whirled around, taking my eyes off of him.
He was stark nude.
"BLOODY HELL!" he shouted with rage, "CAN'T A MAN SLEEP IN PEACE? CAN'T I GET SOME BLOODY QUIET ON ME SHIP? 'ELL NO!" I turned around slowly and made sure to keep my eyes on his face. I had to admit, he had a fabulous body. He was throwing the crabs off of him and grabbed his bed sheet, wrapping it around his torso with jerky movements from his anger. Then he grabbed his pistol and aimed it at me, his fingers trembling, his eyes narrowed.
"It was just a joke, Jack," I said with a grin, "Let's have a laugh and be on our merry ways."
He stomped up to me and pressed the barrel of the pistol to my temple. "Ya shouldn't mess with Captain Jack Sparrow, luv," he growled, "Because I'm no saint. I'll shoot ya if I feel inclined to."
"Then why aren't ya pullin' the trigger?" I asked quietly.
He looked confused and bewildered, as if he didn't know the answer to that question. He dug the barrel harder against my head.
"Knock it off!" I growled back and pushed him away from me, "It's about time I get me some shut eye. Good night, King Jack of the Crustaceans!"
I spun on my heels and barreled out of there, closing the door after me just in time to hear a loud shot and a bullet go whizzing past my head. Let's just say I locked the door of my tiny room that night. I didn't want Jack to push me overboard while I slept and wake up in the depths of Davy Jones's Locker.
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Hee hee. Don't worry, me fellow pirates. More is on the way, I assure ya!
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle and loot!
PineAppleLint
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The bright summer moon rode high in the night sky. There were no clouds lazily drifting by, the heavens clear and full of sparkling stars. In fact, the stars were sparkling just like my eyes at the moment, full of mischief and anticipation.
It was around midnight, I figured, the way the moon was positioned, and everyone was asleep, dead tired from the events of the day. And it was the perfect time to make that Captain pay.
I lugged my heavy, squirming sack to the front of Jack's door and opened the wooden door quietly and cautiously. It creaked a little and I cringed, awaiting for someone to shout at me, or for Jack's string of curses. There was none, so I crept inside.
Jack was dead asleep, the sheets pulled up to his waist and his chest in plain view. He was muscular and tanned from hard labor under the sun. He was clutching his pillow, his eyes shut and his mouth open slightly, some of the gold in his mouth shining in the moonlight coming from the only window. It was too perfect an opportunity, and I was going to take it.
Ah, he looks so peaceful while he sleeps, I thought eagerly, Why don't we change that?
I took a step and a floorboard groaned. I mentally cursed myself and froze as Jack began to move slightly.
"No .... don't take the rum!" he murmured in his sleep, twitching slightly, then being still once more. I muffled laughter and picked up my bag once more, the contents writhing to get out.
I leaned over the bed and with one moment, overturned the old sack. Dozens of tiny crabs began to scuttle towards Jack's face, under the sheets, down to the floor and escaping from sight. I backed into the shadows, leaning against his desk, my fingers twisted together. I awaited his reaction.
A tiny crab scurried onto Jack's chest and three neared his face, looking quite angry from being held captive so long. Finally, with one swoop, a claw snapped onto Captain Sparrow's nose in a death grip.
"AEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Jack shouted and sat up straight in bed. The crabs, being tossed about so, started snapping at his skin in defense, trying to ward off their predator. I couldn't help it any longer. I burst out laughing, holding my side, feeling as if I was going to pee myself at any moment. There were tiny crustaceans hanging from his goatee, his hair, his nose, his fingers. Jack finally glared up at me with wide eyes and yelped as they kept snapping. He jumped out of bed and my laughter turned into a quick gasp as I whirled around, taking my eyes off of him.
He was stark nude.
"BLOODY HELL!" he shouted with rage, "CAN'T A MAN SLEEP IN PEACE? CAN'T I GET SOME BLOODY QUIET ON ME SHIP? 'ELL NO!" I turned around slowly and made sure to keep my eyes on his face. I had to admit, he had a fabulous body. He was throwing the crabs off of him and grabbed his bed sheet, wrapping it around his torso with jerky movements from his anger. Then he grabbed his pistol and aimed it at me, his fingers trembling, his eyes narrowed.
"It was just a joke, Jack," I said with a grin, "Let's have a laugh and be on our merry ways."
He stomped up to me and pressed the barrel of the pistol to my temple. "Ya shouldn't mess with Captain Jack Sparrow, luv," he growled, "Because I'm no saint. I'll shoot ya if I feel inclined to."
"Then why aren't ya pullin' the trigger?" I asked quietly.
He looked confused and bewildered, as if he didn't know the answer to that question. He dug the barrel harder against my head.
"Knock it off!" I growled back and pushed him away from me, "It's about time I get me some shut eye. Good night, King Jack of the Crustaceans!"
I spun on my heels and barreled out of there, closing the door after me just in time to hear a loud shot and a bullet go whizzing past my head. Let's just say I locked the door of my tiny room that night. I didn't want Jack to push me overboard while I slept and wake up in the depths of Davy Jones's Locker.
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Hee hee. Don't worry, me fellow pirates. More is on the way, I assure ya!