Eh. I gave in. Here's the fourth chapters, and I better get some gosh darn
reviews soon! Or I shall be very upset! *laughs* Eh, I'm just going to keep
posting until someone else takes notice of this. Oh! One thing ye should
know; this is from a new point of view ;)
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All my life, I've loved listening to stories. The ones about real adventure, mind you, not the boring ones about neighbors and what went on in market on Sunday. So, it should come as no surprise to you if I told ye I was a pirate. I expect I was born one, as they say in Tortuga. My mum and dad both died of some odd disease when I was ten. A few weeks later, our town was pillaged by pirates. They nearly killed me, they did, but I begged parley and was taken to their ship.
A fine ship it was, by the name of the Endeavor. The captain let me stay aboard, so long as I worked my salt's worth. I worked hard for the next eight years, cleaning the ship and looking out for other ones. One day though, in that eighth year, one of the crew discovered something: a chest in the captain's quarters filled with more than twice as much gold as it ought to have had. We were furious, and mutinied that morning, throwing the captain's body overboard when we were through.
After that, none of us were exactly sure about what to do. We each took our own share of the gold and headed for Tortuga, the only place any of us could call home anymore. The next three years of my life I spent there, being harassed by drunken pirates, doing some drinking myself, and wondering what to do next.
I finally got a ship of my own and left that wretched place. I sailed for three months, looking for nothing in particular, when I spotted another ship from a distance. I took out my eyeglass to see it better. The hull was black, the sails a dark white, and torn in small places. I gasped. There was no mistaking it. It was the Black Pearl.
I pulled up next to the hull later that night. I touched it with my fingertips and a shiver went down my spine. This really was the legendary Black Pearl. I climbed aboard and gazed around. It was just as marvelous as I'd expected. Everything was exactly as I'd imagined.
That was when I tripped over a barrel I hadn't seen. I went tumbling to the deck, sprawled like a dead chicken. I quickly picked myself up and looked around for somewhere to hide, but it was too late. There was already a figure coming out of the captain's quarters. I panicked and did the only thing I could think of: draw my sword.
"Now, now, love, there's no need for that," a deep, gravely voice said. I realized it had come from the figure, and clenched the hilt of my sword tighter.
"This is the Black Pearl. isn't it?" I asked. The figure stepped into a shaft of moonlight on the deck and peered at me quizzically. He had long brown hair, tangly, which hung just past his shoulders. He had a small mustache and a beard, in which there were two strands which were braided with beads on the end. His eyes seemed to be surrounded by kohl, which was even darker than the night surrounding us. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt which may once have been white and dark grey pants which were tucked into mousey brown boots which nearly reached his knees. The top of his head was wrapped in a faded red bandana, and a few strands of hair were braided with beads and coins, and even a flat bone on one side.
"Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow?" I exhaled, sheathing my sword. He spread his arms and grinned.
"The one 'n only, love," he purred. His lips were a soft pink, almost like a sunburn barely started. I realized how stupid I must have looked, staring at him like I was, and pushed my eyes away.
"May I ask," he said, moving closer, "what you're doin' on my ship, love?" I looked back up and found him smiling, staring at me now.
"Oh. er." I mumbled. Why was I getting so shy? "I'm not sure why I came on. Looking for a place to go, I guess." He nodded like he understood, which is more than I could say for the situation.
"Well, seeing as how you are on my ship, I would like t' think I should." his voice trailed off, like he was considering something, "accommodate ye. D'ye want a drink?" He grinned, which promptly disappeared. "There ain't no one with ye, is there now?" I shook my head.
He smiled again. "Good. I don't belive I caught your name, now, love." The smile remained on his face now.
"My name?" Why couldn't I stop acting like such a fool? "It's Jules." He considered this for a moment, rolling it around in his mind. He looked me up and down, which made me even more uncomfortable than I already was. Then he reached out his hand. "Well, Jules, well met." I smiled and took his hand, and he bent to kiss the top of mine.
I blushed like a blithering idiot and was glad he couldn't see my face well in the dark. He didn't let go and began to lead me towards the captain's quarters. I wrenched my hand from his and stared at him.
"What do ye think ye'r doin', Captain?" I must have sounded upset, because he appeared hurt. "Only getting' ye the drink I offered before, love," he smiled, and then stepped inside the quarters. I took a deep breath and decided to follow him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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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All my life, I've loved listening to stories. The ones about real adventure, mind you, not the boring ones about neighbors and what went on in market on Sunday. So, it should come as no surprise to you if I told ye I was a pirate. I expect I was born one, as they say in Tortuga. My mum and dad both died of some odd disease when I was ten. A few weeks later, our town was pillaged by pirates. They nearly killed me, they did, but I begged parley and was taken to their ship.
A fine ship it was, by the name of the Endeavor. The captain let me stay aboard, so long as I worked my salt's worth. I worked hard for the next eight years, cleaning the ship and looking out for other ones. One day though, in that eighth year, one of the crew discovered something: a chest in the captain's quarters filled with more than twice as much gold as it ought to have had. We were furious, and mutinied that morning, throwing the captain's body overboard when we were through.
After that, none of us were exactly sure about what to do. We each took our own share of the gold and headed for Tortuga, the only place any of us could call home anymore. The next three years of my life I spent there, being harassed by drunken pirates, doing some drinking myself, and wondering what to do next.
I finally got a ship of my own and left that wretched place. I sailed for three months, looking for nothing in particular, when I spotted another ship from a distance. I took out my eyeglass to see it better. The hull was black, the sails a dark white, and torn in small places. I gasped. There was no mistaking it. It was the Black Pearl.
I pulled up next to the hull later that night. I touched it with my fingertips and a shiver went down my spine. This really was the legendary Black Pearl. I climbed aboard and gazed around. It was just as marvelous as I'd expected. Everything was exactly as I'd imagined.
That was when I tripped over a barrel I hadn't seen. I went tumbling to the deck, sprawled like a dead chicken. I quickly picked myself up and looked around for somewhere to hide, but it was too late. There was already a figure coming out of the captain's quarters. I panicked and did the only thing I could think of: draw my sword.
"Now, now, love, there's no need for that," a deep, gravely voice said. I realized it had come from the figure, and clenched the hilt of my sword tighter.
"This is the Black Pearl. isn't it?" I asked. The figure stepped into a shaft of moonlight on the deck and peered at me quizzically. He had long brown hair, tangly, which hung just past his shoulders. He had a small mustache and a beard, in which there were two strands which were braided with beads on the end. His eyes seemed to be surrounded by kohl, which was even darker than the night surrounding us. He was wearing a long sleeved shirt which may once have been white and dark grey pants which were tucked into mousey brown boots which nearly reached his knees. The top of his head was wrapped in a faded red bandana, and a few strands of hair were braided with beads and coins, and even a flat bone on one side.
"Jack. Captain Jack Sparrow?" I exhaled, sheathing my sword. He spread his arms and grinned.
"The one 'n only, love," he purred. His lips were a soft pink, almost like a sunburn barely started. I realized how stupid I must have looked, staring at him like I was, and pushed my eyes away.
"May I ask," he said, moving closer, "what you're doin' on my ship, love?" I looked back up and found him smiling, staring at me now.
"Oh. er." I mumbled. Why was I getting so shy? "I'm not sure why I came on. Looking for a place to go, I guess." He nodded like he understood, which is more than I could say for the situation.
"Well, seeing as how you are on my ship, I would like t' think I should." his voice trailed off, like he was considering something, "accommodate ye. D'ye want a drink?" He grinned, which promptly disappeared. "There ain't no one with ye, is there now?" I shook my head.
He smiled again. "Good. I don't belive I caught your name, now, love." The smile remained on his face now.
"My name?" Why couldn't I stop acting like such a fool? "It's Jules." He considered this for a moment, rolling it around in his mind. He looked me up and down, which made me even more uncomfortable than I already was. Then he reached out his hand. "Well, Jules, well met." I smiled and took his hand, and he bent to kiss the top of mine.
I blushed like a blithering idiot and was glad he couldn't see my face well in the dark. He didn't let go and began to lead me towards the captain's quarters. I wrenched my hand from his and stared at him.
"What do ye think ye'r doin', Captain?" I must have sounded upset, because he appeared hurt. "Only getting' ye the drink I offered before, love," he smiled, and then stepped inside the quarters. I took a deep breath and decided to follow him. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
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*