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barraged with 'ur so meen, ur jst jealus becuz we right bitter, uh-huh, so
there!!1'. So I am thankful that there are others who share my views.
Thanks so much for the reviews and since they prompted me to keep going,
here's another chapter!
Chapter 2
As Jack left the room, there was the totally original scene from the totally original plot in which the luckless blacksmith pronounced his undying love to the extravagant woman he had known for a total of maybe thirty seconds now. Along with the exchange of vows, he promised to do everything in his power to protect her and see that she was well taken care of. In which the completely original character that was Max stated vaguely that she could take care of herself and tie up her own loose ends. Further indications of her uber-mysterious past that would not be revealed until later on in the story so as to instill a feeling of suspense to the doting readers that no doubt cared as much about her as the author.
So while this touching and key scene was taking place, only within the second chapter no less, Captain Jack Sparrow was forgotten for the moment by the author. He was going to be brought into the story again later of course so that he may challenge Will again in a fight to the death for the hand of the dazzling Miss Max, but for now he was left alone.
Putting a hand to his head, the captain stopped where he was and felt an inexplicable feeling of nausea pass through him. What in the name of all that was holy was going on here? Why was he not at the helm and seeing that his ship did not crash into rocks or the like and why was he threatening a good friend of his over a woman that had only just arrived? And while he was at it, why was he only capable of saying savvy? Perhaps he would be able to mutter other cool pirate catch-phrases as soon as the author caught on to the concept of diction and such, but for now he was stuck.
All of this seemed indeed strange to Captain Jack Sparrow, and Captain Jack Sparrow was certainly no fool. He was a pirate, and it was well-known even to those who had not seen the movie that pirates were superstitious. A witch had been brought on board.
Yet before he could get any further and take action in ordering the strange witch maiden to walk the plank, he felt a dizzying sensation come over him and his thoughts were once again switched to those filled with lust, rum, and savvyness.
The touching key scene was already over, as the author could not be expected to have the talent to actually flesh a scene out and give it substance, and Will was coming out of the room leading the amazingly beautiful Max by the hand. They were coming back up on deck.
Max seemed momentarily surprised at the sight of Jack still loitering below deck, and this was shown by the predictable widening of her cobalt eyes. Something inside of Jack lurched at the sight of Max, but it was not his cute little pirate heart. It was something akin to logistics as he saw that the young Max was already bone dry and perfectly primped, regardless she had just been pulled out of the ocean a total of five minutes ago.
But a sly smile from the once again fantastically prosed description of her lips smothered the feeling fighting to break free and savvys once more ran freely through the captain's mind.
Will noticed the captain as well, and since he was too close to the young woman for his own safety, clichéd lines fell from his mouth.
"Jack, why are you still down here? Were you waiting to catch one more glimpse of Max?"
Jack said nothing, thank goodness, and only turned to go back up on deck. The two new lovebirds followed closely behind. "I hope you do not mind Jack," the young blacksmith was saying as they walked, "but I already promised Max she could take over the ship for a while. Coincidentally, she has had a lot of experience with ships and claims she was the captain of her own ship before it was tragically destroyed leaving no survivors save herself. That was why she was floating around in the water. She has been unconscious in the water for a whole week now and is eager to get back at the helm."
Jack paused, his inner self once again fighting to break free. There was no way she could have informed Will of all of that in the small amount of time they had had together, not to mention that there was no way a body could survive for a whole week in the ocean. But even as Jack opened his mouth to question the oddity of the situation, he heard "Savvy?" come out instead.
The young and still spectacularly stunning Max nodded. "Aye, savvy. Do we have an accord?" Ah, so the author was paying more attention to the dialogue in the movie than previously thought.
Jack nodded, "Savvy." And thus continued on up the stairs so that he could then voluntarily relinquish his own ship, the ship that meant more to him than anything.
The crew was not to be seen as the three people came up on deck, but were then hastily added in the background as the oversight was caught. Max walked straight up to the helm, her head held high and her stride relatively strong for someone who should have well been near death, if not dead completely, from starvation and lack of water.
Will and Jack stayed behind off of the platform that held the helm and only stood so that they could gaze admiringly up at their daring new captain. Max ran her hands smoothly over the polished wood of the over- sized wheel and sighed happily. "A ship is freedom," she told the two men below her pointedly.
Strong feelings of deja-vu swept through both of the men, but were once again conquered by another astounding smile from the Mary-S, er, original female character. And thus came forth the entire paragraph devoted to describing the appearance of the woman as seen through the eyes of the two men. Hey, be grateful that it was overlooked until chapter two.
Will and Jack could not help but notice the way that her very long, and very thick jet-black hair with "natural" maroon streaks in it danced and played in the wind without managing to tangle itself. This was set off by her powdery pale skin, which was a rare thing out in the high seas as everybody else managed to get burned and weathered by the sun and wind. But all of this paled in comparison to the huge azure eyes that always glittered with a 'fire-from-within' matching the lustrous sapphire lips. She wore a simple yet pirate-style garb, the standard black skirt and white off the shoulder top complete with sword and pistol hanging off of her wide belt. It seemed that the author might have included a bandanna but then thought better of it as it would get in the way of the billowing hair.
Her appearance and attitude of course clashed with what had already been laid down in chapter one, but consistency in character development, or what little there was, was of course also not to be expected.
"Will!" came a voice from behind the two awe-struck men. Both turned to see the approach of Mr. Gibbs, a character that the author had forgotten about in her haste to produce and post the best love story since Gone With the Wind.
Mr. Gibbs strode up to them and slapped the young blacksmith on the back in a comradely manner. "Will, what are you doing here? And where is Elizabeth?"
A look of confusion passed through the dark eyes of the young man. "Elizabeth? Who is Elizabeth?"
The older man frowned. "Elizabeth? The woman you risked everything for and nearly died for? The woman you have loved since you were a young lad and never, ever, wanted anyone else?"
The blank expression was still plastered on the young man's face, but there was something in his dark eyes that showed a deep struggle going on within him. Mr. Gibbs was astonished and for the first time he seemed to notice Jack standing complacently by. Once more surprised, as he should have been at the helm like any respectable captain, Mr. Gibbs looked up at who was at the helm, and horror dawned on his face.
'Oh no,' he thought to himself, 'not again!'
Max was glaring down at the older man, her features taut with fury. She could not have him running around shooting off facts about canon like that. Since the author had forgotten to take care of him, she would have to.
"Will!" Max cried. Taking his eyes off slowly from Mr. Gibbs, as he had the strangest feelings that there was more to this whole thing than what appeared, Will turned and glanced up at Max. Her face was clenched in what was supposed to be tragic horror and foreboding. "He doth be evil!" she wailed when she had his full attention.
A pause fell as Will merely stared up at her, momentarily confused as to what her sentence meant.
Max tried again, "There be nastiness afoot!"
By now Will, Jack, and Mr. Gibbs were all staring at Max, trying to understand her message as she went from one style of dialogue to another.
Finally, in desperation, she stared at Jack. "Savvy!" she screamed.
That did it, for Jack immediately understood her meaning. (Poor thing.)
"Savvy," he exclaimed even without the usage of an exclamation point and grabbed roughly onto Mr. Gibbs.
Without even pausing to consult as to why he was doing this, Captain Jack Sparrow pulled Mr. Gibbs to the side of the ship and deftly threw him overboard. Nobody else even raised an eyebrow at his actions.
"Oh thank God," Max said tearfully, "you just totally saved my life."
Will took a step back from the platform and Jack looked doubtfully over the side as Max once again switched her style of diction.
Max noticed their waning attentions. "On to the horizon!" she shouted, "set the sails!"
And even though there is much more to be done on a ship than just merely set the sails, the chapter ends here because the author believes it to be an interesting cliffhanger.
Chapter 2
As Jack left the room, there was the totally original scene from the totally original plot in which the luckless blacksmith pronounced his undying love to the extravagant woman he had known for a total of maybe thirty seconds now. Along with the exchange of vows, he promised to do everything in his power to protect her and see that she was well taken care of. In which the completely original character that was Max stated vaguely that she could take care of herself and tie up her own loose ends. Further indications of her uber-mysterious past that would not be revealed until later on in the story so as to instill a feeling of suspense to the doting readers that no doubt cared as much about her as the author.
So while this touching and key scene was taking place, only within the second chapter no less, Captain Jack Sparrow was forgotten for the moment by the author. He was going to be brought into the story again later of course so that he may challenge Will again in a fight to the death for the hand of the dazzling Miss Max, but for now he was left alone.
Putting a hand to his head, the captain stopped where he was and felt an inexplicable feeling of nausea pass through him. What in the name of all that was holy was going on here? Why was he not at the helm and seeing that his ship did not crash into rocks or the like and why was he threatening a good friend of his over a woman that had only just arrived? And while he was at it, why was he only capable of saying savvy? Perhaps he would be able to mutter other cool pirate catch-phrases as soon as the author caught on to the concept of diction and such, but for now he was stuck.
All of this seemed indeed strange to Captain Jack Sparrow, and Captain Jack Sparrow was certainly no fool. He was a pirate, and it was well-known even to those who had not seen the movie that pirates were superstitious. A witch had been brought on board.
Yet before he could get any further and take action in ordering the strange witch maiden to walk the plank, he felt a dizzying sensation come over him and his thoughts were once again switched to those filled with lust, rum, and savvyness.
The touching key scene was already over, as the author could not be expected to have the talent to actually flesh a scene out and give it substance, and Will was coming out of the room leading the amazingly beautiful Max by the hand. They were coming back up on deck.
Max seemed momentarily surprised at the sight of Jack still loitering below deck, and this was shown by the predictable widening of her cobalt eyes. Something inside of Jack lurched at the sight of Max, but it was not his cute little pirate heart. It was something akin to logistics as he saw that the young Max was already bone dry and perfectly primped, regardless she had just been pulled out of the ocean a total of five minutes ago.
But a sly smile from the once again fantastically prosed description of her lips smothered the feeling fighting to break free and savvys once more ran freely through the captain's mind.
Will noticed the captain as well, and since he was too close to the young woman for his own safety, clichéd lines fell from his mouth.
"Jack, why are you still down here? Were you waiting to catch one more glimpse of Max?"
Jack said nothing, thank goodness, and only turned to go back up on deck. The two new lovebirds followed closely behind. "I hope you do not mind Jack," the young blacksmith was saying as they walked, "but I already promised Max she could take over the ship for a while. Coincidentally, she has had a lot of experience with ships and claims she was the captain of her own ship before it was tragically destroyed leaving no survivors save herself. That was why she was floating around in the water. She has been unconscious in the water for a whole week now and is eager to get back at the helm."
Jack paused, his inner self once again fighting to break free. There was no way she could have informed Will of all of that in the small amount of time they had had together, not to mention that there was no way a body could survive for a whole week in the ocean. But even as Jack opened his mouth to question the oddity of the situation, he heard "Savvy?" come out instead.
The young and still spectacularly stunning Max nodded. "Aye, savvy. Do we have an accord?" Ah, so the author was paying more attention to the dialogue in the movie than previously thought.
Jack nodded, "Savvy." And thus continued on up the stairs so that he could then voluntarily relinquish his own ship, the ship that meant more to him than anything.
The crew was not to be seen as the three people came up on deck, but were then hastily added in the background as the oversight was caught. Max walked straight up to the helm, her head held high and her stride relatively strong for someone who should have well been near death, if not dead completely, from starvation and lack of water.
Will and Jack stayed behind off of the platform that held the helm and only stood so that they could gaze admiringly up at their daring new captain. Max ran her hands smoothly over the polished wood of the over- sized wheel and sighed happily. "A ship is freedom," she told the two men below her pointedly.
Strong feelings of deja-vu swept through both of the men, but were once again conquered by another astounding smile from the Mary-S, er, original female character. And thus came forth the entire paragraph devoted to describing the appearance of the woman as seen through the eyes of the two men. Hey, be grateful that it was overlooked until chapter two.
Will and Jack could not help but notice the way that her very long, and very thick jet-black hair with "natural" maroon streaks in it danced and played in the wind without managing to tangle itself. This was set off by her powdery pale skin, which was a rare thing out in the high seas as everybody else managed to get burned and weathered by the sun and wind. But all of this paled in comparison to the huge azure eyes that always glittered with a 'fire-from-within' matching the lustrous sapphire lips. She wore a simple yet pirate-style garb, the standard black skirt and white off the shoulder top complete with sword and pistol hanging off of her wide belt. It seemed that the author might have included a bandanna but then thought better of it as it would get in the way of the billowing hair.
Her appearance and attitude of course clashed with what had already been laid down in chapter one, but consistency in character development, or what little there was, was of course also not to be expected.
"Will!" came a voice from behind the two awe-struck men. Both turned to see the approach of Mr. Gibbs, a character that the author had forgotten about in her haste to produce and post the best love story since Gone With the Wind.
Mr. Gibbs strode up to them and slapped the young blacksmith on the back in a comradely manner. "Will, what are you doing here? And where is Elizabeth?"
A look of confusion passed through the dark eyes of the young man. "Elizabeth? Who is Elizabeth?"
The older man frowned. "Elizabeth? The woman you risked everything for and nearly died for? The woman you have loved since you were a young lad and never, ever, wanted anyone else?"
The blank expression was still plastered on the young man's face, but there was something in his dark eyes that showed a deep struggle going on within him. Mr. Gibbs was astonished and for the first time he seemed to notice Jack standing complacently by. Once more surprised, as he should have been at the helm like any respectable captain, Mr. Gibbs looked up at who was at the helm, and horror dawned on his face.
'Oh no,' he thought to himself, 'not again!'
Max was glaring down at the older man, her features taut with fury. She could not have him running around shooting off facts about canon like that. Since the author had forgotten to take care of him, she would have to.
"Will!" Max cried. Taking his eyes off slowly from Mr. Gibbs, as he had the strangest feelings that there was more to this whole thing than what appeared, Will turned and glanced up at Max. Her face was clenched in what was supposed to be tragic horror and foreboding. "He doth be evil!" she wailed when she had his full attention.
A pause fell as Will merely stared up at her, momentarily confused as to what her sentence meant.
Max tried again, "There be nastiness afoot!"
By now Will, Jack, and Mr. Gibbs were all staring at Max, trying to understand her message as she went from one style of dialogue to another.
Finally, in desperation, she stared at Jack. "Savvy!" she screamed.
That did it, for Jack immediately understood her meaning. (Poor thing.)
"Savvy," he exclaimed even without the usage of an exclamation point and grabbed roughly onto Mr. Gibbs.
Without even pausing to consult as to why he was doing this, Captain Jack Sparrow pulled Mr. Gibbs to the side of the ship and deftly threw him overboard. Nobody else even raised an eyebrow at his actions.
"Oh thank God," Max said tearfully, "you just totally saved my life."
Will took a step back from the platform and Jack looked doubtfully over the side as Max once again switched her style of diction.
Max noticed their waning attentions. "On to the horizon!" she shouted, "set the sails!"
And even though there is much more to be done on a ship than just merely set the sails, the chapter ends here because the author believes it to be an interesting cliffhanger.