Author's Note: Hello, all me fellow pirates! I'm glad yeh be likin' the
story so far. And Loony314, thank yeh for the constructive criticism about
the dialogue. It is pretty hard trying to write how they talk, especially
with this blasted Spell Check going off every five seconds about my
supposed misspelled pirate dialect. So thank you! You get a gold star (
And also thank you to all my other reviewers, you all get gold stars, too!
So how is Captain Jack Sparrow going to make Gallagher come back? How is
Gallagher going to give him a hard time about it? Well we are just going
to have to smile evilly and read on, shall we? Enjoy, mates!
We scavenge and rifle and don't give a hoot,
PineAppleLint
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Finally, my bare feet touched sand and I cried out in joy. My limbs ached from swimming so frivolously, and it was about time I reached that blasted beach. The water was clear as glass and I could spot a school of tropical fish swimming away from me to my right. The palm trees swayed gently in the salty breeze. I covered my eyes, protecting them from the glare of the sun as I looked back out at the Black Pearl. The water was calm and I saw no sign of life as the Black Pearl sat there like a sitting duck. Why wasn't it sailing off to leave me here to rot in this devil's paradise?
Oh well. It wasn't my problem anymore. I would slowly begin to die of hunger and end up gnawing off my own arms. Something tugged at my conscience and I knew that I shouldn't have angered Jack so much, but our personalities seemed to clash. Still, the thing that bothered me the most was that he would leave me out here to die in the first place. That didn't sit well with me and I told myself that I shouldn't care, but my heart refused to listen. Damn that heart.
It was too late to change my words and actions now. I was standing on the beach in a soggy, heavy crimson dress, staring out at the ocean like a lost orphan. Well, enough of that, dammit. I began to explore the outskirts of the island, roaming amongst the wild trees and brush until I found what I was looking for: a small spring. I dipped my toe in and it was luke warm. I hadn't bathed in a while and was starting to feel as disgusting as I probably looked. I laughed quietly to myself, thinking that the crew still on the Black Pearl didn't get to bathe and here I was, stranded, with a bath at the tips of my fingers.
I looked around and the spring was surrounded by wild palms and there were a few wild parrots sitting on the limbs, grooming themselves. Their blue and red color stood out amongst the different greens of the leaves. Finally I slipped off the dress and washed it in the spring, desperately trying to get the sand and salt water out of it. If I were to be rescued, I vowed, the first thing I would do is hunt down Elizabeth and give back her dress.
It was a beautiful dress, probably a mite expensive if you asked me, but Elizabeth was the kind of girl that never had to worry about money, or a warm place to stay, or if she was going to survive three months in a dank, smelly prison. That was where she and I were different. I grinned idiotically at my contrasting traits with Elizabeth. She was a lady, but I was a woman that could stand up for myself. Not saying Elizabeth couldn't, by all means, she told me the tale of Barbossa, but it was ironic how we were like day and night.
I slid the quite revealing bodice off of my body and stepped into the murky spring. The salt water felt so wonderful and I sighed instantly, sinking into the water with content. Being stranded was on the back of my mind right now. Right now I was going to clear my head of any worries for once and enjoy some peace and quiet.
Then I heard a twig snap.
My eyes shot open and I thought, just great, one more thing to worry about.
I whirled around and shrieked, immediately submerging myself up to my nose in the murky water. Jack Sparrow was standing there, staring at me with an idiotic grin plastered onto his face.
"CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" I shouted, "Yeh look away at once!"
"That's the first time yeh said me whole name without me correctin' yeh, luv," he said, eyes gleaming, "I came back to get the map."
"Oh, smart Jack finally realized what he was missing?" I scoffed, "Well forget it, I'm not going."
"No one will find yeh here, Gallagher," he said quietly, "No one wants to travel so close to the Sea of Blood. You'll die."
"Yeh sure have such a gloomy outlook on life, Jack," I said, one eyebrow raised, "But forget it. Yeh wanted me off'a your ship and I've granted yeh yer wish."
Jack slowly shook his head and said, "We need someone with experience, Gallagher, and experience is what yeh have. Help us with Snidely's treasure."
"I'd love to see yeh grovel," I said, eyes twinkling.
"I'm not groveling and losing me dignity to a naked woman in a spring," he said, disgusted, "Who do yeh think I am?"
Suddenly he turned and his eyes cut to my clothes hanging from a branch. Then his grin widened, as if he got a fabulous idea.
"I don't like that look, Captain Sparrow. What is it?"
"I'm bettin' that the map is in this dress," he said and walked over, beginning to go through the pockets.
"Oh no yeh don't, Sparrow!" I cried and was about to climb out of the wading pool to give him one hell of a fight but I realized my current situation and immediately sank back down into the water.
He held up the map between his two fingers and smiled. He held his two hands together and slightly bowed, saying, "Thank yeh, Gallagher."
"I'm not going to jus' sit here and let yeh sail off with me map," I growled, "That is MY map and therefore part of MY treasure."
"Well then, luv, whatever yeh decide. I'll just be takin' this map and perhaps this dress, too. Elizabeth will be wantin' it back."
"I can't swim back in my bodice!" I practically shouted, "That thing is dreadfully revealing!"
"Then I guess yeh won't be missin' yer map then," Sparrow said with enthusiasm.
"Give me the map, Sparrow," I growled as he began to walk away, "Yeh can't expect me to swim back half naked in front of a whole crew of men?"
Jack stopped mid-swagger and turned around. His hands flailing about, the dress in his hands, he said, "Welcome to the Caribbean, luv!" then went on his merry way.
We scavenge and rifle and don't give a hoot,
PineAppleLint
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Finally, my bare feet touched sand and I cried out in joy. My limbs ached from swimming so frivolously, and it was about time I reached that blasted beach. The water was clear as glass and I could spot a school of tropical fish swimming away from me to my right. The palm trees swayed gently in the salty breeze. I covered my eyes, protecting them from the glare of the sun as I looked back out at the Black Pearl. The water was calm and I saw no sign of life as the Black Pearl sat there like a sitting duck. Why wasn't it sailing off to leave me here to rot in this devil's paradise?
Oh well. It wasn't my problem anymore. I would slowly begin to die of hunger and end up gnawing off my own arms. Something tugged at my conscience and I knew that I shouldn't have angered Jack so much, but our personalities seemed to clash. Still, the thing that bothered me the most was that he would leave me out here to die in the first place. That didn't sit well with me and I told myself that I shouldn't care, but my heart refused to listen. Damn that heart.
It was too late to change my words and actions now. I was standing on the beach in a soggy, heavy crimson dress, staring out at the ocean like a lost orphan. Well, enough of that, dammit. I began to explore the outskirts of the island, roaming amongst the wild trees and brush until I found what I was looking for: a small spring. I dipped my toe in and it was luke warm. I hadn't bathed in a while and was starting to feel as disgusting as I probably looked. I laughed quietly to myself, thinking that the crew still on the Black Pearl didn't get to bathe and here I was, stranded, with a bath at the tips of my fingers.
I looked around and the spring was surrounded by wild palms and there were a few wild parrots sitting on the limbs, grooming themselves. Their blue and red color stood out amongst the different greens of the leaves. Finally I slipped off the dress and washed it in the spring, desperately trying to get the sand and salt water out of it. If I were to be rescued, I vowed, the first thing I would do is hunt down Elizabeth and give back her dress.
It was a beautiful dress, probably a mite expensive if you asked me, but Elizabeth was the kind of girl that never had to worry about money, or a warm place to stay, or if she was going to survive three months in a dank, smelly prison. That was where she and I were different. I grinned idiotically at my contrasting traits with Elizabeth. She was a lady, but I was a woman that could stand up for myself. Not saying Elizabeth couldn't, by all means, she told me the tale of Barbossa, but it was ironic how we were like day and night.
I slid the quite revealing bodice off of my body and stepped into the murky spring. The salt water felt so wonderful and I sighed instantly, sinking into the water with content. Being stranded was on the back of my mind right now. Right now I was going to clear my head of any worries for once and enjoy some peace and quiet.
Then I heard a twig snap.
My eyes shot open and I thought, just great, one more thing to worry about.
I whirled around and shrieked, immediately submerging myself up to my nose in the murky water. Jack Sparrow was standing there, staring at me with an idiotic grin plastered onto his face.
"CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!" I shouted, "Yeh look away at once!"
"That's the first time yeh said me whole name without me correctin' yeh, luv," he said, eyes gleaming, "I came back to get the map."
"Oh, smart Jack finally realized what he was missing?" I scoffed, "Well forget it, I'm not going."
"No one will find yeh here, Gallagher," he said quietly, "No one wants to travel so close to the Sea of Blood. You'll die."
"Yeh sure have such a gloomy outlook on life, Jack," I said, one eyebrow raised, "But forget it. Yeh wanted me off'a your ship and I've granted yeh yer wish."
Jack slowly shook his head and said, "We need someone with experience, Gallagher, and experience is what yeh have. Help us with Snidely's treasure."
"I'd love to see yeh grovel," I said, eyes twinkling.
"I'm not groveling and losing me dignity to a naked woman in a spring," he said, disgusted, "Who do yeh think I am?"
Suddenly he turned and his eyes cut to my clothes hanging from a branch. Then his grin widened, as if he got a fabulous idea.
"I don't like that look, Captain Sparrow. What is it?"
"I'm bettin' that the map is in this dress," he said and walked over, beginning to go through the pockets.
"Oh no yeh don't, Sparrow!" I cried and was about to climb out of the wading pool to give him one hell of a fight but I realized my current situation and immediately sank back down into the water.
He held up the map between his two fingers and smiled. He held his two hands together and slightly bowed, saying, "Thank yeh, Gallagher."
"I'm not going to jus' sit here and let yeh sail off with me map," I growled, "That is MY map and therefore part of MY treasure."
"Well then, luv, whatever yeh decide. I'll just be takin' this map and perhaps this dress, too. Elizabeth will be wantin' it back."
"I can't swim back in my bodice!" I practically shouted, "That thing is dreadfully revealing!"
"Then I guess yeh won't be missin' yer map then," Sparrow said with enthusiasm.
"Give me the map, Sparrow," I growled as he began to walk away, "Yeh can't expect me to swim back half naked in front of a whole crew of men?"
Jack stopped mid-swagger and turned around. His hands flailing about, the dress in his hands, he said, "Welcome to the Caribbean, luv!" then went on his merry way.