Hrm. one review? Is that the best you can do, people? Anyways, I've written
a lot more since the second chapter, but it won't all be up right away. I
can't type eighteen journal pages all the fast now, y'hear? *wink* Aye. so,
here be the third chapter! And none more until I get some more reviews!
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"Gibbs! Gibbs, man, can't this blasted ship go any faster?" He turned to look at me, an expression of drunken surprise on his features. His mouth moved a few times and then he spoke.
"'Fraid not, Jack. T' wind's against us today." He still looked at me, but almost like one of the dogs in Tortuga, starving for something to happen. I planted a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face the oncoming ship. I pointed to it with my other hand.
"That really is a ship from the Royal Navy," Gibbs turned to face me again, a sick grin on his face.
"I was wondering when they'd fin'ly show up," he chuckled. He smiled, then stepped aside so I could take the wheel again. I stepped up to it, firmly taking one of the pegs in my hand. I slowly turned it right until we were facing the threat.
Apparently, the sudden change of direction unsettled the crew. They all came wandering onto the man deck, except for Cotton, who for some reason was in the crow's nest. His parrot kept sqwuaking, "It's a doozy, aaaaaaaaaaaaawwk, it's a doozy," which probably had to do with the clouds.
Anamaria came stalking up to me. "Jack, what in Bootstrap's name are you doing?" I jerked my head in the direction of the ship, which was getting closer every minute. "Sparrow, I swear, if you do-" she broke off in mid sentence when she finally turned to see what I was looking at. "Oh." She paused, and looked down at the deck, then at me. "I suppose this means we'll be fighting, then." "Not necessarily," I smirked.
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It couldn't have been more than an hour later when we were close enough to see the name on the ship. Dauntless. I rolled my eyes and sighed; it really was a Royal Navy ship. Somehow, I'd been hoping it wasn't. Hoping, in some way, I s'pose, that we wouldn't have to fight.
As the Dauntless came ever closer, I began to recognize faces; Commodore Norrington, Governor Swann, and those two soldier dolts I'd met that first day on the docks in Port Royal. I found myself looking for Will and Elizabeth, and quickly stopped. Of course they wouldn't be on the Dauntless; the governor probably thought they'd had enough piracy for one lifetime.
I saw Norrington walking along the length of the Dauntless, his glaring eyes on me. He stopped next to the wheel and called out.
"Sparrow! Surrender! There is no possible way you could fight us with a crew.." he gazed pity like at the assembled crew, "like that." A look of contempt crept across his face.
As the soldiers below deck on the Dauntless began to load the cannons, two figures swung across the water from the Dauntless onto the deck of the Pearl. They fell in a heap on top of one another. I looked at them, trying to discern who they were. One of them stood up and reached a hand to the other. I could see now that the standing one had fine gentleman's clothing on: a fancy vest, clean white shirt, nice cotton pants of a blue color. and a fancy hat with a feather.
"Will! Elizabeth!" I exclaimed. I was about to say something else when the Governor cut me short.
"Elizabeth, my God, what are you doing?" he called across the gap between the ships. He looked quite worried, like he couldn't believe she was switching sides again. The soldiers on the Dauntless lowered their guns and stopped loading the cannons. I took this opportunity to speak to them.
"Good day, gentlemen! I know this has been a hard past day for you," I strolled to the side of the boat, taking a dangling rope in my hand to keep myself steady, "what with tracking this lovely ship down." I stroked the side of the Pearl, swinging slightly back and forth, my feet still on the deck. I looked back up at the Commodore. "You may take your chances in fighting us," I let go of the rope, drawing my pistol, "but if you do, you also take your chances in hurting the lovely Miss Swann," I motioned my pistol towards Elizabeth. "It is still Swann, isn't it?" I smiled, turning to look at the now standing Elizabeth. She nodded, a smile playing at the edges of her lips.
I spun on my heel to face the Dauntless and her crew once again. "So shoot at us if you wish her, and yourselves, dead." I caught the rope in my hands again, and considered my pistol for a moment, then put it back in the holster.
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R&R as always. I should have the next chapter up soon! Also, if you want to IM me, my screen name is blueskittles13, and my email is goblueygo@hotmail.com ^-^ I'm looking forward to reviews! *big enooooooormous hint*
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"Gibbs! Gibbs, man, can't this blasted ship go any faster?" He turned to look at me, an expression of drunken surprise on his features. His mouth moved a few times and then he spoke.
"'Fraid not, Jack. T' wind's against us today." He still looked at me, but almost like one of the dogs in Tortuga, starving for something to happen. I planted a hand on his shoulder and turned him to face the oncoming ship. I pointed to it with my other hand.
"That really is a ship from the Royal Navy," Gibbs turned to face me again, a sick grin on his face.
"I was wondering when they'd fin'ly show up," he chuckled. He smiled, then stepped aside so I could take the wheel again. I stepped up to it, firmly taking one of the pegs in my hand. I slowly turned it right until we were facing the threat.
Apparently, the sudden change of direction unsettled the crew. They all came wandering onto the man deck, except for Cotton, who for some reason was in the crow's nest. His parrot kept sqwuaking, "It's a doozy, aaaaaaaaaaaaawwk, it's a doozy," which probably had to do with the clouds.
Anamaria came stalking up to me. "Jack, what in Bootstrap's name are you doing?" I jerked my head in the direction of the ship, which was getting closer every minute. "Sparrow, I swear, if you do-" she broke off in mid sentence when she finally turned to see what I was looking at. "Oh." She paused, and looked down at the deck, then at me. "I suppose this means we'll be fighting, then." "Not necessarily," I smirked.
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It couldn't have been more than an hour later when we were close enough to see the name on the ship. Dauntless. I rolled my eyes and sighed; it really was a Royal Navy ship. Somehow, I'd been hoping it wasn't. Hoping, in some way, I s'pose, that we wouldn't have to fight.
As the Dauntless came ever closer, I began to recognize faces; Commodore Norrington, Governor Swann, and those two soldier dolts I'd met that first day on the docks in Port Royal. I found myself looking for Will and Elizabeth, and quickly stopped. Of course they wouldn't be on the Dauntless; the governor probably thought they'd had enough piracy for one lifetime.
I saw Norrington walking along the length of the Dauntless, his glaring eyes on me. He stopped next to the wheel and called out.
"Sparrow! Surrender! There is no possible way you could fight us with a crew.." he gazed pity like at the assembled crew, "like that." A look of contempt crept across his face.
As the soldiers below deck on the Dauntless began to load the cannons, two figures swung across the water from the Dauntless onto the deck of the Pearl. They fell in a heap on top of one another. I looked at them, trying to discern who they were. One of them stood up and reached a hand to the other. I could see now that the standing one had fine gentleman's clothing on: a fancy vest, clean white shirt, nice cotton pants of a blue color. and a fancy hat with a feather.
"Will! Elizabeth!" I exclaimed. I was about to say something else when the Governor cut me short.
"Elizabeth, my God, what are you doing?" he called across the gap between the ships. He looked quite worried, like he couldn't believe she was switching sides again. The soldiers on the Dauntless lowered their guns and stopped loading the cannons. I took this opportunity to speak to them.
"Good day, gentlemen! I know this has been a hard past day for you," I strolled to the side of the boat, taking a dangling rope in my hand to keep myself steady, "what with tracking this lovely ship down." I stroked the side of the Pearl, swinging slightly back and forth, my feet still on the deck. I looked back up at the Commodore. "You may take your chances in fighting us," I let go of the rope, drawing my pistol, "but if you do, you also take your chances in hurting the lovely Miss Swann," I motioned my pistol towards Elizabeth. "It is still Swann, isn't it?" I smiled, turning to look at the now standing Elizabeth. She nodded, a smile playing at the edges of her lips.
I spun on my heel to face the Dauntless and her crew once again. "So shoot at us if you wish her, and yourselves, dead." I caught the rope in my hands again, and considered my pistol for a moment, then put it back in the holster.
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R&R as always. I should have the next chapter up soon! Also, if you want to IM me, my screen name is blueskittles13, and my email is goblueygo@hotmail.com ^-^ I'm looking forward to reviews! *big enooooooormous hint*