Author's Note: WOOWOO the reviews are absolutely fabulous, my fellow
pirates! So here I am, listening to Frank Sinatra and cooking up some
awesome Gallagher/Jack incidents that will leave you drooling (haha Govnr's
Daughter, that's neato that my stories make you salivate. That's what I'm
aiming for!) and I'm glad you find it humorous, because I enjoy writing
funny fiction. My pirate buddy, Julie, and I have seen the movie four
times and I am planning to go again soon. I love studying the characters
(especially Jack) and how they act, move, etc! So Julie, you rock! And to
all my reviewers, I have a present for you (hands each person a small mug
of rum and a few pastries, and for those who don't want rum we have coffee
and orange soda). So enjoy your cyber drinks and food as you read!
Okay, Avey? Why did the chicken cross the road? Let's see ... (getting my imagination ready) .... The chicken was going to go to a techno club but across the street there was a club where they clog with seagulls and eat tiny pickles on toothpicks and the seagulls try to steal the pickles so the chicken and the seagulls get into a big fight and feathers fly everywhere and Jack was in the club and feathers get stuck in his goatee so he gets really angry and starts using potty mouth language and shoots the chickens and ends up having a fabulous dinner where he invites his buddy Will and they get drunk and sing songs and then pass out and wake up with pickles sticking in their ears. Was that a good answer to the riddle? Hmmm, maybe I need to calm down.
So we left off where Jack Sparrow had left Gallagher in a very interesting situation. She is going to have to swim back to ship in a very revealing bodice (borrowed from Elizabeth, which was probably Will's favorite) and now she has to get her bloody map back. What is she going to do? Will she get back at Jack? Will Jack stop playing his mind games and actually treat her with respect? I know, Jack sure was mean in that last chapter, but even though he has his devilishly brilliant pirate ways, we still love him, don't we, gals? ; ) Well then, please enjoy this chapter where there shall be "emotional" developments. (heehee) You are just going to have to find out! Well, have fun, and keep reviewing, you scoundrels!
We maraud and embezzle and even highjack!
PineAppleLint
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I muttered as I yanked on my bodice and in my hurry, tripped and fell, falling face first in the gritty sand.
I spat it out of my mouth wildly, cursing like a banshee, and cursed that dreadful Captain Jack Sparrow. I was sick of his childish pirate games.
No more for me. I wasn't going to fight back and give him the satisfaction of my anger. I was going to treat him with respect instead of saying some snide remark and making our professional relationship a hell of a lot worse off. I just wanted my map, and wanted my share of the treasure.
I began to think of the treasure and started to drool. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't obsessed with riches and jewels, but I could turn that wealth into my very own pirate fleet, perhaps have my own custom ship built. That was what I craved out of life. Sure, I was on a ship now, but I wanted to feel the helm in my hands and have the opportunity to call it my own.
Jack was a fast rower, I found out, because even though I jumped out of the spring and changed in record timing, I stared out at sea and found him already halfway back to the awaiting Black Pearl. Even if he was far away, I could swear I heard distant singing.
"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs ...." it sounded like.
I sighed and frowned. I wouldn't have wanted to hitch a ride with him anyhow, because all he would of done was stare at me in this hellish bodice, and I didn't want to beg for a ride back.
Terrence Gallagher doesn't beg, dammit.
So I jumped into the water and my muscles screamed as I began to force them to stroke through the churning water again. The sky rumbled and to make things worse, it began to rain.
"Hell," I muttered through gritted teeth. I stared out at the rowboat and the wind picked up, the crashing waves pummeled down on me, causing me to gasp and cough as water filled my mouth. The current was too strong, I realized, and I wasn't going to make it, no matter how hard I tried.
I went under again and this time I stayed under for a while. I didn't struggle, didn't go hysterical, I just floated under the water. I opened my eyes and watched in the darkness as fish swam lazily by, my hair fanning out around my head like window curtains on a windy day. It was so peaceful underneath the ocean, much different from the howling wind and the crashing waves above the sea. I was tired, so tired, and suddenly I felt my lungs burning and as I surfaced for air, another wave pushed me down again.
My mind fought to remain in control but my body cried out in agony, and suddenly I took a breath as I floated underneath the gray and navy water. I felt the painful process of my lungs filling with water and slowly but surely, I began to swim not only in water, but in darkness .......
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"Gallagher ..." I heard a faint voice, "Gallagher, dammit, come on!"
My eyelids fluttered and I began to cough up all this water, regurgitate it up was more like it.
"Oh God, Gallagher ...." the voice said again with emotion.
I finally opened my eyes, my gray pupils wearily took in my surroundings. I was staring up at the sky, the water droplets steadily pelting my body. I turned my head and found that it was in the hands of Jack Sparrow. He was sitting and had my head cradled in his lap. The crew was nearby, watching with wide eyes. Elizabeth was standing to the right of us, her hands clasped so tightly, her knuckles were white. Will was sitting next to Jack, watching me with deep concern.
"What 'appened?" I croaked and suddenly became dizzy.
"I turned my boat around to get yeh but I couldn't find you until I saw .. I saw you bobbing in the water." I looked straight up into his eyes and they were filled with worry, guilt, and shame. All the traits I had never seen in Sparrow's eyes before. At least, not when he had ever stared back at me.
"Bloody hell, I'm sorry, Gallagher," he said with a disgusted tone, obviously angry with himself, "I should have never let yeh get in the water when it looked so stormy out. You could 'ave sunk to the depths of Davy Jones' Locker."
"Jack?"
"What, luv? What is it? What do yeh need?"
"I'm dreadfully tired. Let us discuss this tomorrow."
He nodded and shouted, "Make way, men! Give Gallagher some room, savvy?"
Jack helped me to my feet and when I couldn't quite find my feet, he picked me up and began to carry me.
"I can walk!" I protested weakly.
"We don't want yeh getting' sicker, Gallagher," he warned, "Just leave it to me."
I frowned but instantly felt calm and comforted in his arms. I lay my head on his shoulder and felt myself drifting off slowly again, but managed with all my strength to keep awake.
"We need to get yeh out of that wet bodice," he murmured, taking me in.
With as little strength as I had left, I managed to raise my eyebrows at that remark.
"No luv. I'll have Elizabeth come in and help yeh with that." He lay me gently against the sheets of his bed and I sat up and watched him as he moved around hastily, grabbing a glass of water for me and held it out to me.
"Don't yeh think I swallowed enough of that?" I asked with a smile.
"Good, at least yer getting back yer smart remarks," he said with a grin, flashing his gold teeth, his goatee braids gently swaying. Will walked in and asked, "Are you all right, Terrence?"
"I'm fine, Will. Don't worry about the likes of me."
"Go get Elizabeth," Jack ordered Will, "She needs to help Gallagher with her clothes."
Will nodded and left as quickly as he had entered.
I took a sip of the water and Jack watched me, his eyes lingering on my pale face.
I took a breath and said, "I'm sorry I have inconvenienced yeh. We are probably going to be late getting to Snidely's treasure."
"Bloody hell!" Jack growled and walked up to me, his face inches from mine. He grabbed my chin with his fingertips and gently yanked my face his way so we saw eye to eye.
"Right now I don't give a damn about any treasure. Savvy?"
"Savvy," I said in a tired tone, "But I'm already feeling better, I assure yeh."
"I will be the judge of that tomorrow, Gallagher," he said, "Yeh could have died out there today."
"It was just a minor accident. Nothing to worry about, Sparrow. Now we just need to get back on track and go get that blasted treasure before the bloody Ghost snatches it away from our grasp and ...." I was silenced by Jack, who placed his fingers against my lips, shushing me. Something in his eyes changed, and they grew darker. I couldn't read that look and it frightened me. His finger slowly traced the curve of my lips and my breath went out in a small sigh, half in surprise and half in curiosity.
Then the door flew open and Elizabeth exclaimed, "Will said that you needed my help with something?"
Jack jumped about three feet away from me and said gruffly, "Yes. Help her find some new clothes and get her settled in." He walked briskly out of the cabin and turned around one last time to gaze at me. Our eyes met and held, then he broke the gaze and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving me wondering, contemplating, and sorting out new fears and new bewilderments. What was going on in the mind of the mysterious captain Jack Sparrow? Did I even want to bloody know?
Okay, Avey? Why did the chicken cross the road? Let's see ... (getting my imagination ready) .... The chicken was going to go to a techno club but across the street there was a club where they clog with seagulls and eat tiny pickles on toothpicks and the seagulls try to steal the pickles so the chicken and the seagulls get into a big fight and feathers fly everywhere and Jack was in the club and feathers get stuck in his goatee so he gets really angry and starts using potty mouth language and shoots the chickens and ends up having a fabulous dinner where he invites his buddy Will and they get drunk and sing songs and then pass out and wake up with pickles sticking in their ears. Was that a good answer to the riddle? Hmmm, maybe I need to calm down.
So we left off where Jack Sparrow had left Gallagher in a very interesting situation. She is going to have to swim back to ship in a very revealing bodice (borrowed from Elizabeth, which was probably Will's favorite) and now she has to get her bloody map back. What is she going to do? Will she get back at Jack? Will Jack stop playing his mind games and actually treat her with respect? I know, Jack sure was mean in that last chapter, but even though he has his devilishly brilliant pirate ways, we still love him, don't we, gals? ; ) Well then, please enjoy this chapter where there shall be "emotional" developments. (heehee) You are just going to have to find out! Well, have fun, and keep reviewing, you scoundrels!
We maraud and embezzle and even highjack!
PineAppleLint
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I muttered as I yanked on my bodice and in my hurry, tripped and fell, falling face first in the gritty sand.
I spat it out of my mouth wildly, cursing like a banshee, and cursed that dreadful Captain Jack Sparrow. I was sick of his childish pirate games.
No more for me. I wasn't going to fight back and give him the satisfaction of my anger. I was going to treat him with respect instead of saying some snide remark and making our professional relationship a hell of a lot worse off. I just wanted my map, and wanted my share of the treasure.
I began to think of the treasure and started to drool. Now don't get me wrong, I wasn't obsessed with riches and jewels, but I could turn that wealth into my very own pirate fleet, perhaps have my own custom ship built. That was what I craved out of life. Sure, I was on a ship now, but I wanted to feel the helm in my hands and have the opportunity to call it my own.
Jack was a fast rower, I found out, because even though I jumped out of the spring and changed in record timing, I stared out at sea and found him already halfway back to the awaiting Black Pearl. Even if he was far away, I could swear I heard distant singing.
"We're devils and black sheep and really bad eggs ...." it sounded like.
I sighed and frowned. I wouldn't have wanted to hitch a ride with him anyhow, because all he would of done was stare at me in this hellish bodice, and I didn't want to beg for a ride back.
Terrence Gallagher doesn't beg, dammit.
So I jumped into the water and my muscles screamed as I began to force them to stroke through the churning water again. The sky rumbled and to make things worse, it began to rain.
"Hell," I muttered through gritted teeth. I stared out at the rowboat and the wind picked up, the crashing waves pummeled down on me, causing me to gasp and cough as water filled my mouth. The current was too strong, I realized, and I wasn't going to make it, no matter how hard I tried.
I went under again and this time I stayed under for a while. I didn't struggle, didn't go hysterical, I just floated under the water. I opened my eyes and watched in the darkness as fish swam lazily by, my hair fanning out around my head like window curtains on a windy day. It was so peaceful underneath the ocean, much different from the howling wind and the crashing waves above the sea. I was tired, so tired, and suddenly I felt my lungs burning and as I surfaced for air, another wave pushed me down again.
My mind fought to remain in control but my body cried out in agony, and suddenly I took a breath as I floated underneath the gray and navy water. I felt the painful process of my lungs filling with water and slowly but surely, I began to swim not only in water, but in darkness .......
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"Gallagher ..." I heard a faint voice, "Gallagher, dammit, come on!"
My eyelids fluttered and I began to cough up all this water, regurgitate it up was more like it.
"Oh God, Gallagher ...." the voice said again with emotion.
I finally opened my eyes, my gray pupils wearily took in my surroundings. I was staring up at the sky, the water droplets steadily pelting my body. I turned my head and found that it was in the hands of Jack Sparrow. He was sitting and had my head cradled in his lap. The crew was nearby, watching with wide eyes. Elizabeth was standing to the right of us, her hands clasped so tightly, her knuckles were white. Will was sitting next to Jack, watching me with deep concern.
"What 'appened?" I croaked and suddenly became dizzy.
"I turned my boat around to get yeh but I couldn't find you until I saw .. I saw you bobbing in the water." I looked straight up into his eyes and they were filled with worry, guilt, and shame. All the traits I had never seen in Sparrow's eyes before. At least, not when he had ever stared back at me.
"Bloody hell, I'm sorry, Gallagher," he said with a disgusted tone, obviously angry with himself, "I should have never let yeh get in the water when it looked so stormy out. You could 'ave sunk to the depths of Davy Jones' Locker."
"Jack?"
"What, luv? What is it? What do yeh need?"
"I'm dreadfully tired. Let us discuss this tomorrow."
He nodded and shouted, "Make way, men! Give Gallagher some room, savvy?"
Jack helped me to my feet and when I couldn't quite find my feet, he picked me up and began to carry me.
"I can walk!" I protested weakly.
"We don't want yeh getting' sicker, Gallagher," he warned, "Just leave it to me."
I frowned but instantly felt calm and comforted in his arms. I lay my head on his shoulder and felt myself drifting off slowly again, but managed with all my strength to keep awake.
"We need to get yeh out of that wet bodice," he murmured, taking me in.
With as little strength as I had left, I managed to raise my eyebrows at that remark.
"No luv. I'll have Elizabeth come in and help yeh with that." He lay me gently against the sheets of his bed and I sat up and watched him as he moved around hastily, grabbing a glass of water for me and held it out to me.
"Don't yeh think I swallowed enough of that?" I asked with a smile.
"Good, at least yer getting back yer smart remarks," he said with a grin, flashing his gold teeth, his goatee braids gently swaying. Will walked in and asked, "Are you all right, Terrence?"
"I'm fine, Will. Don't worry about the likes of me."
"Go get Elizabeth," Jack ordered Will, "She needs to help Gallagher with her clothes."
Will nodded and left as quickly as he had entered.
I took a sip of the water and Jack watched me, his eyes lingering on my pale face.
I took a breath and said, "I'm sorry I have inconvenienced yeh. We are probably going to be late getting to Snidely's treasure."
"Bloody hell!" Jack growled and walked up to me, his face inches from mine. He grabbed my chin with his fingertips and gently yanked my face his way so we saw eye to eye.
"Right now I don't give a damn about any treasure. Savvy?"
"Savvy," I said in a tired tone, "But I'm already feeling better, I assure yeh."
"I will be the judge of that tomorrow, Gallagher," he said, "Yeh could have died out there today."
"It was just a minor accident. Nothing to worry about, Sparrow. Now we just need to get back on track and go get that blasted treasure before the bloody Ghost snatches it away from our grasp and ...." I was silenced by Jack, who placed his fingers against my lips, shushing me. Something in his eyes changed, and they grew darker. I couldn't read that look and it frightened me. His finger slowly traced the curve of my lips and my breath went out in a small sigh, half in surprise and half in curiosity.
Then the door flew open and Elizabeth exclaimed, "Will said that you needed my help with something?"
Jack jumped about three feet away from me and said gruffly, "Yes. Help her find some new clothes and get her settled in." He walked briskly out of the cabin and turned around one last time to gaze at me. Our eyes met and held, then he broke the gaze and slammed the door shut behind him, leaving me wondering, contemplating, and sorting out new fears and new bewilderments. What was going on in the mind of the mysterious captain Jack Sparrow? Did I even want to bloody know?