o*~*Chapter Four: The Diary of Gillette (the character, not the razor)*~*
Prologue: It was wintertime, around Christmas to be exact. A storeowner was yelling that someone was trying to shoplift rum. Gillette, who was 17 at the time and part of the Royal Guard, came to help. Out of a ram-shackle shop teetered a pirate saying, "I'd like to thank you for this.It'll be a great gift for my.friend.named Jack!" Gillette ran up to the man and asked, "Sir.does your friend really need a 20 gallon keg of rum for Christmas? I would imagine someone *looks the pirate up and down* such as yourself couldn't afford a keg such as this." "First off, I'm not just some random, bloody pirate! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Savvy? And secondly, *backhands Gillette with his pistol and runs* you'll never catch me! Ah-hah-*gag*".Jack ran into a street sign for the blacksmith's shop. A young Will opened the door, saw a drunken pirate, and kicked him off the porch onto the street. As this was happening, Gillette was sobbing uncontrollably since he was backhanded by a pistol.
Gillette Wakes Up
"Bloody mermaids!" He screams rn Day one: Had that dream again where that bloody pirate backhanded me with that pistol. I've never been the same since.but hey! That was eight years ago, so I don't think I'll be seeing that pirate again. Yay!
Bloody pirate!
Bloody mermaids!
Bloody corsets!
Later: Saw that bloody pirate again. When I did, I broke out into a cold sweat. Tried shooting at him, but missed all ten times. Stupid pistol. Sobbed uncontrollably for an hour and a half. A girl called me the 'Commodore's little minion' today. Got very ticked off. Think I'll talk to Mr. Woofy McWoof. He is too real! He isn't stuffed! I swear!
Day Two: Mr. Woofy McWoof didn't help much. He just told me that Jack was an idiot and not my type. *sighs*. Mr. McWoof says I should make my aim higher than a pirate.maybe the Commodore?.:Must look into this.:.
*~*To Be Continued*~*
Prologue: It was wintertime, around Christmas to be exact. A storeowner was yelling that someone was trying to shoplift rum. Gillette, who was 17 at the time and part of the Royal Guard, came to help. Out of a ram-shackle shop teetered a pirate saying, "I'd like to thank you for this.It'll be a great gift for my.friend.named Jack!" Gillette ran up to the man and asked, "Sir.does your friend really need a 20 gallon keg of rum for Christmas? I would imagine someone *looks the pirate up and down* such as yourself couldn't afford a keg such as this." "First off, I'm not just some random, bloody pirate! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Savvy? And secondly, *backhands Gillette with his pistol and runs* you'll never catch me! Ah-hah-*gag*".Jack ran into a street sign for the blacksmith's shop. A young Will opened the door, saw a drunken pirate, and kicked him off the porch onto the street. As this was happening, Gillette was sobbing uncontrollably since he was backhanded by a pistol.
Gillette Wakes Up
"Bloody mermaids!" He screams rn Day one: Had that dream again where that bloody pirate backhanded me with that pistol. I've never been the same since.but hey! That was eight years ago, so I don't think I'll be seeing that pirate again. Yay!
Bloody pirate!
Bloody mermaids!
Bloody corsets!
Later: Saw that bloody pirate again. When I did, I broke out into a cold sweat. Tried shooting at him, but missed all ten times. Stupid pistol. Sobbed uncontrollably for an hour and a half. A girl called me the 'Commodore's little minion' today. Got very ticked off. Think I'll talk to Mr. Woofy McWoof. He is too real! He isn't stuffed! I swear!
Day Two: Mr. Woofy McWoof didn't help much. He just told me that Jack was an idiot and not my type. *sighs*. Mr. McWoof says I should make my aim higher than a pirate.maybe the Commodore?.:Must look into this.:.
*~*To Be Continued*~*