WOAH! You guys just made me ecstatic! I came home from a long day of school
(I felt awful today and the only reason I went was for a math quiz that I
found out was pushed to Tuesday!!!) and found I had 5 reviews! Woo!
DayDreamBeliever14-Thanks for the review!! Yeah, Guavaboat was a little nasty to me, but I think they stopped reading. So, thanks!
Ped-Sarah-WOO! Go you! And just to let you know, I was cracking up at number four, it sounded so funny, like a fan-girl cult or something, lmao.
This is what PED-Sarah said!!
tell Guavaboat that...
1. You have the right to name your character anything you want, just as much as (s)he has the right to opinion... I mean, what if I don't like the pename Guavaboat? I could be totally mean and diss her name, but I'm not gonna do that.
2. the reason to review under a signed account is so that everyone is free to make comments about your reviews and yell at you if they find it suitable... but you know, so many people probably hate Guavaboat now, so I can understand why that might not happen...
3. whether you've written any stories matters more than anything. Writing takes a lot of effort and you have to really love doing it and have the skills to have the patience. If you can't do that, you have no right to critisize.
4. Fanfiction.net is a site created for fangirls to show their love for the characters that others have created... we are all fangirls, but if you'll just read some of our stories, it could be quite obvious that fluff brained is hardly usable.
5. If you don't like the story, just leave it alone. Nobody told you that you have to stalk all the writing just to find out whether people take your advice. If you're so hopelessly dull that you have to spend every waking moment reading stories that you're conviced suck and will never get better, then you seriously need to get a life...
6. Oh, and lay off the name. I know I already said that, but Guavaboat mentioned it like twenty times in her review, and if that's the only thing that there is wrong with your story, then it's a compliment, not a flame.
Authors with nothing better to do than waste 7 minutes flaming a story should get a life. If you don't have something nice to say, bury all your meanness underneath a thousand compliments... that's my motto.
And yes, I realize I have spent 7 minutes writing this... but I didn't waste it. Just because you consistently flame a story doesn't mean it's going to magically get better.
SuzzieQue-I'm trying to write longer chapters, and this I think was a little longer than the last one. I hope so, I look at my fan fic and my chapters are so much shorter than others! But thanks for the review!
Araphin-Yay! A new reviewer...I think? Thanks so much! Please keep reading!
Dizzy-Izzy-OMG! You stopped doing math to read my fan fic? I'm so honored! I think? Math is boring lol. And yes, I will IM u! yay!
More reviews!
Aragorn and Jack Sparrow Lover-Thanks so much! And thanks for saying Guavaboat needs to get a life lol. Keep reading!
Dohgzmania-Thanks!! Keep reading!
Pirates-Thanks! And I'm not sure if I have a lot more chapters coming up, it's coming to an end soon, but I'll update pretty soon.
Emmy-Thanks! But you rock more lol. No problem about the monkey, and yes, that is the perfect system! Thanks!
Everyone gets a free spoon or fork that they used to attack the "Black Pearl" with! Honestly, can you tell I'm running out of ideas?
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, but I will when it comes out on DVD! *Hey! That was clever AND it rhymed! Go me!*
A/N: Woah...do you know how sad it is to write something like this while listening to a really sad song? Yeah, I'm in the middle of writing this and I'm listening to "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit, wow...lol, I want to cry now!
Chapter 27-Conclusions and Going Away Parties
~*A Month Later*~
I sat in my room, the battered brown leather notebook in my lap. Many written lines, crossed out words, and drips of ink lay before me. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to think, but I thought I was done. Every idea and reason was on that paper.
For the past month, I had pulled every idea I could think of out of my head and wrote it on paper in a pro/con list. All the reasons to stay on the "Pearl" were under pro, and all the reasons to stay on land were under con. If you took a look at the list, it was pretty funny. There seemed to be 7 million reasons under pro and 1 under con. Of course, the one under con was, "It's for Jack's sake."
It wasn't funny to me. For some reason, I needed to escape the sudden love that Jack had provided me with, the sudden thrill, the unexpected adventure on the high seas with a totally different and totally loved crew. I started to try and make myself believe that my feelings for Jack were no more, but that was completely wrong. Every time I looked at him, my heart felt as if it had done 17 back flips.
Maybe I didn't want to hurt Jack? Maybe I felt as if I put too much pressure into him and couldn't let him breathe. But then why did he want me on the "Pearl" in the first place?
My eyes shot open and I stood up, off the dirty cot. "Oh my Lord..." I muttered. I came to a conclusion that totally told me why I wanted to get off the "Pearl" in the first place. I started to laugh and jump up and down in excitement. I understood! I knew why I wanted to leave! I ran out of there as quick as I could and ran to find Jack. ~*~*~*~
I ran to the top deck and looked around frantically. I saw Will...once again...sharpening a...sword. His life must've been dull if that's what he did everyday, honestly.
"Will! Where's Jack? I have good news to tell him!"
"He's below deck talking to the cook."
I clenched my fists and muttered something about how I was JUST down there and how I just wanted to tell him the good news and how he was half way across the ship. I turned on my heel, bumping into someone.
I looked up and saw the brown eyes that lingered in my head, driving me insane.
"JACK! We need to talk!!!"
"Aye, apparently we do." He sighed. He sounded upset with something. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he grabbed my hand and led me down below deck to his cabin, the one he was sharing with Will (With all the problems going on, we decided it would be best if Will and Jack shared a room and Liz and I shared one).
"Lass, I know ye want to get off the "Pearl" and I shouldn't be stopping ye."
I looked up at him quizzically. "...what?"
"Let me finish. Ye deserve better than this. So, we'll be stopping off in a week; I took a shortcut."
"Jack!" I shouted at him.
"I know, you're excited about leaving and I just want ye to know I'll miss ye...a hell of a lot."
"Jack, listen to me!!"
"Because ye know I love ye and all..." What, did this man have spinach in his ears that he didn't hear me?!
Finally, I couldn't stand it and leaped at him, kissing him hard on the lips. We parted slowly and I shouted straight at his face, "WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME ALREADY?!?!!"
His eyes were wide as he pushed me slowly back to my seat. "Go on..."
"I wrote down a lot of ideas on paper and tried to figure out why I wanted to leave. After a month of thinking, I finally figured it out."
He practically leaped out his chair and even went as far as knocking it over in the process. "WELL TELL ME, LASS!"
I looked down and to the left nervously. What would he say to this? "I'm...I'm..."
"You're..." He looked at me expectantly. I breathed out a sigh and a whole jumble of words fell out of my mouth in one breath.
"I'mscaredtofallinlove."
"I'm sorry, what was that, love?"
I moaned. "I'M SCARED TO FALL IN LOVE!"
He looked at me shocked. Then he threw his head back and laughed out loud, making me want to slap him across the face.
"How could ye be scared of fallin' in love if ye already did?"
I sighed. "Let me reword it then! I'm scared of BEING in love! I'm scared that we'll have an argument and never even be friends anymore! So, maybe if I leave it at this, we can still be friends!"
Jack walked towards me like he did a month ago and once again grabbed my face in his hands. "Love? Why don't ye just give it a shot? What is there to lose?"
"Our friendship?"
"We will never lose that. Ever."
I half smiled at him. "Is that a promise?"
"It's a guarantee." (A/N: That line is from Chocolat, and therefore, is not mine)
He caressed my cheek with his thumb and I leaned into his body. I hugged him closely.
Jack parted from me, practically pushing me over, and started smelling the air. I smelled too and got in a scent of a whole array of foods: Chicken, fish, beef, pork, everything imaginable.
"Jack? What's that smell?"
"Wh...what smell, love?"
"THAT WONDERFUL SMELL THAT'S COVERING UP THE USUAL STENCH OF STINKY PIRATES!"
"Oh! Ha! That one, it's um...nothing?" He started running out of the room, but didn't get far seeing as I tackled him to the wooden floor.
"Jack..." It was then I remembered that when I asked Will where Jack was, he told me he was talking to the cook.
"Jack? Were you planning something? Say...a big meal?"
"NO! GET OFF ME, LOVE!"
"Not until you tell me the truth!"
He struggled to get free, but I had his arms locked behind his back.
"Then we'll be sittin' here for quite some time, now won't we, love?"
We sat in that position, like Jack said, for quite some time. Every once in a while, he would struggle again to get free, but I held a tight grip on him. I would find out what that smell was if it was the last thing I did.
"I have to...well, relieve myself, love!!" Jack shouted at me.
"Well, you know what you have to do first!"
He moaned before saying anything.
"FINE! I told the cook to make ye a big meal as a going away party. BUT YE WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW LOVE!"
A big grin grew on my face. "Aww...you did that for me?"
"Aye, I did, love."
"That's so sweet! But it'll be a waste of food."
"You're right, it was too much."
"No, not just that."
I got off of him and started walking away. Jack, being extremely curious, followed me.
"What do ye mean, not just that?"
"There's another reason!"
"WELL I KNEW THAT, but what's the other reason??"
"...nothing?"
Once again, we got into that same game where one of us tackled the other. But this time, I was practically killed seeing as Jack was the one to tackle me.
"Tell me."
"NO!"
"Yes..."
"NO!!"
"Fine, we'll be sittin' here for a while then."
"WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU HAVING TO RELIEVE YOURSELF?!"
"I can hold it! NOW TELL!"
"FINE!" I pushed him off of me with one giant push and looked at him.
"What's the point of a meal and party if I changed my mind?"
I got up and started to walk away again, and once again, Jack followed.
"Wait, wait, wait!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around.
"You're not leavin' anymore?"
"Well...no. You changed my mind. I want to stay." A large grin grew on both of our faces.
He leaned in and gave me a huge kiss on the lips, which of course, was interrupted by Will.
"Jack?"
"DAFT BOY, WHAT IS IT?!" Jack yelled at him.
"Oh...well, it's nothing important."
"What was it?!"
"I just wanted to play cards! I'm bored!!"
"Geeze, Will, must ye ruin everythin'?"
Will thought for a while, and at first I thought Jack hurt his feelings. "Yeah, I guess I do ruin a lot of things. Ta!" With that he left, as Jack threw a vase at him but missed terribly. ~*~*~*~
We sat at the big table in the "Pearl's" dining room as we ate our big 'Going away meal'. Jack stood up and tapped his glass with his spoon.
"We have an announcement! Well, I know this is Juniper's great goin' away meal and all, so I just wanted to say good bye." This was followed by many 'aww's' and 'how sweet's!'
"This'll be incredibly hard to do...seeing one thing." Jack continued.
"BECAUSE!" I yelled, jumping up out of my seat. "I'm staying!!"
There were gasps and "Oh my Lords!" and all sorts of things going on.
"Juniper!! You get to see the baby then! We've been planning this since we were little girls!!"
"How'd you two meet anyway?" Will asked.
"Well, Juniper and her father came to Port Royale one day and I saw her ship. This wasn't her first ship; this one was called...the "Rusty Anchor", was it?"
Everyone laughed as I nodded with a sympathetic smile on my face.
"So I went down to say hello when my father was out. I became best friends with her and her father was like a second father to me. They came back for a month every year."
"Why didn't you ever introduce me?" Will asked, a little offended.
"Well, I didn't think you'd be interested!...and maybe I wanted to keep you to myself..." Liz answered, with a mischievous smile on her face, in which everyone laughed.
We sat there all night, rejoicing and singing, playing games and just celebrating the complete opposite of what we supposed to be celebrating.
A/N: Just in case you're wondering, THIS IS NOT OVER! I have at least one more chapter to go, maybe two.
DayDreamBeliever14-Thanks for the review!! Yeah, Guavaboat was a little nasty to me, but I think they stopped reading. So, thanks!
Ped-Sarah-WOO! Go you! And just to let you know, I was cracking up at number four, it sounded so funny, like a fan-girl cult or something, lmao.
This is what PED-Sarah said!!
tell Guavaboat that...
1. You have the right to name your character anything you want, just as much as (s)he has the right to opinion... I mean, what if I don't like the pename Guavaboat? I could be totally mean and diss her name, but I'm not gonna do that.
2. the reason to review under a signed account is so that everyone is free to make comments about your reviews and yell at you if they find it suitable... but you know, so many people probably hate Guavaboat now, so I can understand why that might not happen...
3. whether you've written any stories matters more than anything. Writing takes a lot of effort and you have to really love doing it and have the skills to have the patience. If you can't do that, you have no right to critisize.
4. Fanfiction.net is a site created for fangirls to show their love for the characters that others have created... we are all fangirls, but if you'll just read some of our stories, it could be quite obvious that fluff brained is hardly usable.
5. If you don't like the story, just leave it alone. Nobody told you that you have to stalk all the writing just to find out whether people take your advice. If you're so hopelessly dull that you have to spend every waking moment reading stories that you're conviced suck and will never get better, then you seriously need to get a life...
6. Oh, and lay off the name. I know I already said that, but Guavaboat mentioned it like twenty times in her review, and if that's the only thing that there is wrong with your story, then it's a compliment, not a flame.
Authors with nothing better to do than waste 7 minutes flaming a story should get a life. If you don't have something nice to say, bury all your meanness underneath a thousand compliments... that's my motto.
And yes, I realize I have spent 7 minutes writing this... but I didn't waste it. Just because you consistently flame a story doesn't mean it's going to magically get better.
SuzzieQue-I'm trying to write longer chapters, and this I think was a little longer than the last one. I hope so, I look at my fan fic and my chapters are so much shorter than others! But thanks for the review!
Araphin-Yay! A new reviewer...I think? Thanks so much! Please keep reading!
Dizzy-Izzy-OMG! You stopped doing math to read my fan fic? I'm so honored! I think? Math is boring lol. And yes, I will IM u! yay!
More reviews!
Aragorn and Jack Sparrow Lover-Thanks so much! And thanks for saying Guavaboat needs to get a life lol. Keep reading!
Dohgzmania-Thanks!! Keep reading!
Pirates-Thanks! And I'm not sure if I have a lot more chapters coming up, it's coming to an end soon, but I'll update pretty soon.
Emmy-Thanks! But you rock more lol. No problem about the monkey, and yes, that is the perfect system! Thanks!
Everyone gets a free spoon or fork that they used to attack the "Black Pearl" with! Honestly, can you tell I'm running out of ideas?
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC, but I will when it comes out on DVD! *Hey! That was clever AND it rhymed! Go me!*
A/N: Woah...do you know how sad it is to write something like this while listening to a really sad song? Yeah, I'm in the middle of writing this and I'm listening to "Behind Blue Eyes" by Limp Bizkit, wow...lol, I want to cry now!
Chapter 27-Conclusions and Going Away Parties
~*A Month Later*~
I sat in my room, the battered brown leather notebook in my lap. Many written lines, crossed out words, and drips of ink lay before me. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to think, but I thought I was done. Every idea and reason was on that paper.
For the past month, I had pulled every idea I could think of out of my head and wrote it on paper in a pro/con list. All the reasons to stay on the "Pearl" were under pro, and all the reasons to stay on land were under con. If you took a look at the list, it was pretty funny. There seemed to be 7 million reasons under pro and 1 under con. Of course, the one under con was, "It's for Jack's sake."
It wasn't funny to me. For some reason, I needed to escape the sudden love that Jack had provided me with, the sudden thrill, the unexpected adventure on the high seas with a totally different and totally loved crew. I started to try and make myself believe that my feelings for Jack were no more, but that was completely wrong. Every time I looked at him, my heart felt as if it had done 17 back flips.
Maybe I didn't want to hurt Jack? Maybe I felt as if I put too much pressure into him and couldn't let him breathe. But then why did he want me on the "Pearl" in the first place?
My eyes shot open and I stood up, off the dirty cot. "Oh my Lord..." I muttered. I came to a conclusion that totally told me why I wanted to get off the "Pearl" in the first place. I started to laugh and jump up and down in excitement. I understood! I knew why I wanted to leave! I ran out of there as quick as I could and ran to find Jack. ~*~*~*~
I ran to the top deck and looked around frantically. I saw Will...once again...sharpening a...sword. His life must've been dull if that's what he did everyday, honestly.
"Will! Where's Jack? I have good news to tell him!"
"He's below deck talking to the cook."
I clenched my fists and muttered something about how I was JUST down there and how I just wanted to tell him the good news and how he was half way across the ship. I turned on my heel, bumping into someone.
I looked up and saw the brown eyes that lingered in my head, driving me insane.
"JACK! We need to talk!!!"
"Aye, apparently we do." He sighed. He sounded upset with something. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he grabbed my hand and led me down below deck to his cabin, the one he was sharing with Will (With all the problems going on, we decided it would be best if Will and Jack shared a room and Liz and I shared one).
"Lass, I know ye want to get off the "Pearl" and I shouldn't be stopping ye."
I looked up at him quizzically. "...what?"
"Let me finish. Ye deserve better than this. So, we'll be stopping off in a week; I took a shortcut."
"Jack!" I shouted at him.
"I know, you're excited about leaving and I just want ye to know I'll miss ye...a hell of a lot."
"Jack, listen to me!!"
"Because ye know I love ye and all..." What, did this man have spinach in his ears that he didn't hear me?!
Finally, I couldn't stand it and leaped at him, kissing him hard on the lips. We parted slowly and I shouted straight at his face, "WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME ALREADY?!?!!"
His eyes were wide as he pushed me slowly back to my seat. "Go on..."
"I wrote down a lot of ideas on paper and tried to figure out why I wanted to leave. After a month of thinking, I finally figured it out."
He practically leaped out his chair and even went as far as knocking it over in the process. "WELL TELL ME, LASS!"
I looked down and to the left nervously. What would he say to this? "I'm...I'm..."
"You're..." He looked at me expectantly. I breathed out a sigh and a whole jumble of words fell out of my mouth in one breath.
"I'mscaredtofallinlove."
"I'm sorry, what was that, love?"
I moaned. "I'M SCARED TO FALL IN LOVE!"
He looked at me shocked. Then he threw his head back and laughed out loud, making me want to slap him across the face.
"How could ye be scared of fallin' in love if ye already did?"
I sighed. "Let me reword it then! I'm scared of BEING in love! I'm scared that we'll have an argument and never even be friends anymore! So, maybe if I leave it at this, we can still be friends!"
Jack walked towards me like he did a month ago and once again grabbed my face in his hands. "Love? Why don't ye just give it a shot? What is there to lose?"
"Our friendship?"
"We will never lose that. Ever."
I half smiled at him. "Is that a promise?"
"It's a guarantee." (A/N: That line is from Chocolat, and therefore, is not mine)
He caressed my cheek with his thumb and I leaned into his body. I hugged him closely.
Jack parted from me, practically pushing me over, and started smelling the air. I smelled too and got in a scent of a whole array of foods: Chicken, fish, beef, pork, everything imaginable.
"Jack? What's that smell?"
"Wh...what smell, love?"
"THAT WONDERFUL SMELL THAT'S COVERING UP THE USUAL STENCH OF STINKY PIRATES!"
"Oh! Ha! That one, it's um...nothing?" He started running out of the room, but didn't get far seeing as I tackled him to the wooden floor.
"Jack..." It was then I remembered that when I asked Will where Jack was, he told me he was talking to the cook.
"Jack? Were you planning something? Say...a big meal?"
"NO! GET OFF ME, LOVE!"
"Not until you tell me the truth!"
He struggled to get free, but I had his arms locked behind his back.
"Then we'll be sittin' here for quite some time, now won't we, love?"
We sat in that position, like Jack said, for quite some time. Every once in a while, he would struggle again to get free, but I held a tight grip on him. I would find out what that smell was if it was the last thing I did.
"I have to...well, relieve myself, love!!" Jack shouted at me.
"Well, you know what you have to do first!"
He moaned before saying anything.
"FINE! I told the cook to make ye a big meal as a going away party. BUT YE WEREN'T SUPPOSED TO KNOW LOVE!"
A big grin grew on my face. "Aww...you did that for me?"
"Aye, I did, love."
"That's so sweet! But it'll be a waste of food."
"You're right, it was too much."
"No, not just that."
I got off of him and started walking away. Jack, being extremely curious, followed me.
"What do ye mean, not just that?"
"There's another reason!"
"WELL I KNEW THAT, but what's the other reason??"
"...nothing?"
Once again, we got into that same game where one of us tackled the other. But this time, I was practically killed seeing as Jack was the one to tackle me.
"Tell me."
"NO!"
"Yes..."
"NO!!"
"Fine, we'll be sittin' here for a while then."
"WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO YOU HAVING TO RELIEVE YOURSELF?!"
"I can hold it! NOW TELL!"
"FINE!" I pushed him off of me with one giant push and looked at him.
"What's the point of a meal and party if I changed my mind?"
I got up and started to walk away again, and once again, Jack followed.
"Wait, wait, wait!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and spun me around.
"You're not leavin' anymore?"
"Well...no. You changed my mind. I want to stay." A large grin grew on both of our faces.
He leaned in and gave me a huge kiss on the lips, which of course, was interrupted by Will.
"Jack?"
"DAFT BOY, WHAT IS IT?!" Jack yelled at him.
"Oh...well, it's nothing important."
"What was it?!"
"I just wanted to play cards! I'm bored!!"
"Geeze, Will, must ye ruin everythin'?"
Will thought for a while, and at first I thought Jack hurt his feelings. "Yeah, I guess I do ruin a lot of things. Ta!" With that he left, as Jack threw a vase at him but missed terribly. ~*~*~*~
We sat at the big table in the "Pearl's" dining room as we ate our big 'Going away meal'. Jack stood up and tapped his glass with his spoon.
"We have an announcement! Well, I know this is Juniper's great goin' away meal and all, so I just wanted to say good bye." This was followed by many 'aww's' and 'how sweet's!'
"This'll be incredibly hard to do...seeing one thing." Jack continued.
"BECAUSE!" I yelled, jumping up out of my seat. "I'm staying!!"
There were gasps and "Oh my Lords!" and all sorts of things going on.
"Juniper!! You get to see the baby then! We've been planning this since we were little girls!!"
"How'd you two meet anyway?" Will asked.
"Well, Juniper and her father came to Port Royale one day and I saw her ship. This wasn't her first ship; this one was called...the "Rusty Anchor", was it?"
Everyone laughed as I nodded with a sympathetic smile on my face.
"So I went down to say hello when my father was out. I became best friends with her and her father was like a second father to me. They came back for a month every year."
"Why didn't you ever introduce me?" Will asked, a little offended.
"Well, I didn't think you'd be interested!...and maybe I wanted to keep you to myself..." Liz answered, with a mischievous smile on her face, in which everyone laughed.
We sat there all night, rejoicing and singing, playing games and just celebrating the complete opposite of what we supposed to be celebrating.
A/N: Just in case you're wondering, THIS IS NOT OVER! I have at least one more chapter to go, maybe two.