Author's Note: Hello again. Due to the fact that people are still
understanding my humor I shall continue to post. And if the event should
ever occur that people do not understand what it is I am trying to compose
here, I'll probably still post anyway in the hopes that somebody stumbles
across it and thus becomes enraged. So until that happens, I thank you all
so much for your reviews and am glad to see that others feel the same way I
do, I was beginning to worry with the current situation of fanfiction being
as it is. Moving on then, more story!
Chapter 2
The Black Pearl glided through the darkest and dankest of mists, a deep heavy-set fog that seemed to linger in the air like a lingering fog. It was as if a whole blanket had been pulled over the world, and the Black Pearl could do little more than try to fight its way through the horrendous linen.
Of course, in such conditions as these, a very skilled captain was required to guide the ship. The slightest misjudgment or error in calculations could send it head-on into treacherous rocks or scraping along unseen corral reefs. Unfortunately, Jack was still standing idly by, his one-track thoughts fixated on how he was going to win the mysterious pirate maiden with navy eyes over the doting blacksmith. It was a fine pickle indeed, one that warranted his attentions much more so than the ship's course and well fare.
So despite the previous mention of an able-bodied captain needing to be fixed at the helm, Max stood behind the great wheel fearlessly, her brazen attitude seeming like a beacon shining forth in the foggy mistiness that said; hey, I'm a super cool pirate maiden who knows a lot more than the true captain of this ship.
"Maxamilliana," Will said, coming up beside her. "Perhaps we should anchor for the night, a shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind, I can feel it."
Will paused momentarily after his statement. It seemed to him almost as if that line belonged in some other movie.....
Max threw a glance over at him. "Worry not," she declared with a dramatic shake of her head, "we will see it through the night. I know what it is that I am doing."
Will immediately nodded eagerly and stepped back. He started to walk away before being pulled abruptly back to standing next to Max. The author had almost forgotten that an important and inconceivable to other mere mortals plot twist was about to take place.
"Where are we going?" Will asked before he could even steady his balance from the oversight.
"To the Island de Muerte," she muttered mutteringly.
Will thought about that for a moment. And then came the game reply, "Why?"
"I have a few small matters to see to," Max said.
And then, with full effects from a dramatic pause of course, she reached under her shirt and pulled out a gold Aztec coin resting on a chain around her neck.
Will stared in awe and surprise, just as the author imagined her readers must be doing at the moment, before a voice interrupted the climactic scene.
"Now wait here just a moment," came a slightly slurred voice. Both Will and Max turned in shock to see Captain Jack Sparrow climbing quickly up the stairs, his right hand held out awkwardly in front of him as he walked with his true lopsided gait. He had once again been forgotten by the powerful being who wrote the story.
Jack reached the platform, coming towards the pair and squinting. "Now that is impossible," he stated, "there is no way that you could possess one of those coins, I don't care how interesting you think it is."
Max got over her shock quickly and smoothed out her face before giving Jack a glittering smile. "What was that again, Jack?" she asked coyly.
Jack went rigid. "Savvy?" he said.
Max nodded, "That's what I thought."
Max turned back to Will, who was standing with an unsure expression on his face. He felt that he agreed with Jack, that her possession of a coin was somehow impossible and improbable. And then he wondered over whether or not impossible and improbable truly meant the same thing, making his previous thought rather redundant.
But before Max could explain just how she did come into contact with the coin, an explanation that would no doubt require much vagueness and dancing around the true plot of the original story, Max was distracted by something else.
There was a ship coming towards them.
How Max was able to see this ship through the aforementioned and dutifully described fog was tactfully skipped over.
"Look over there," she said pointing beyond the blacksmith, "they're coming towards us in their ship."
Will blinked and Jack frowned. Max caught herself and tried again.
"Over their, there coming towards us in they're ship."
Realization passed over the two men's faces and they immediately turned to see what she was referring to. It seemed that the minds of the two men were controlled by the one mind that wrote the fic, and that the author was still unsure on how to handle the whole 'there, their, they're' business.
"Who is it?" Will asked as he squinted out into the (still foggy) distance.
"Pirates of course," Max answered.
"But aren't we pirates?" Will questioned, "why should that matter?"
Max rolled her eyes. "Because they want my coin of course."
"But how do they know about it, and what does it matter? They would only care if they were cursed, which is impossible because the curse was lifted."
Max was silent for a moment, obviously unsure herself as to why anybody else would want the coin. But after a brilliant spark of inspiration from the author, she hastily answered. "Because of the monkey of course."
"Savvy?" Jack spoke up. Obviously he was confused as well.
Max sighed. "Apparently nobody stayed until after the credits."
While the two men continued to wear blank expressions and Max, with her limited reasoning and plotting skills, tried to come up with a way to make them understand the incredible plot twist, the other ship silently glided past them and went off into the night.
Max eventually noticed that the ship was gone.
"Oh, I guess they didn't want the coin after all."
And she walked away from the two men and positioned herself back firmly at the helm, her head once again held high and hair fluttering in an instant wind that came up to make her look more dramatic, you know, like they do in music videos.
And the men merely shrugged and went back to their scheming on how to best each other and win the fair Max once and for all, because that of course would turn out to be the true focus of the plot.
And as for the mysterious ship, it was likely that it would not show up again as the story would become so twisted in the impending love triangle that all the attention would be focused upon that. Hey now, we can't expect ALL authors to keep track of their own plot.
Chapter 2
The Black Pearl glided through the darkest and dankest of mists, a deep heavy-set fog that seemed to linger in the air like a lingering fog. It was as if a whole blanket had been pulled over the world, and the Black Pearl could do little more than try to fight its way through the horrendous linen.
Of course, in such conditions as these, a very skilled captain was required to guide the ship. The slightest misjudgment or error in calculations could send it head-on into treacherous rocks or scraping along unseen corral reefs. Unfortunately, Jack was still standing idly by, his one-track thoughts fixated on how he was going to win the mysterious pirate maiden with navy eyes over the doting blacksmith. It was a fine pickle indeed, one that warranted his attentions much more so than the ship's course and well fare.
So despite the previous mention of an able-bodied captain needing to be fixed at the helm, Max stood behind the great wheel fearlessly, her brazen attitude seeming like a beacon shining forth in the foggy mistiness that said; hey, I'm a super cool pirate maiden who knows a lot more than the true captain of this ship.
"Maxamilliana," Will said, coming up beside her. "Perhaps we should anchor for the night, a shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind, I can feel it."
Will paused momentarily after his statement. It seemed to him almost as if that line belonged in some other movie.....
Max threw a glance over at him. "Worry not," she declared with a dramatic shake of her head, "we will see it through the night. I know what it is that I am doing."
Will immediately nodded eagerly and stepped back. He started to walk away before being pulled abruptly back to standing next to Max. The author had almost forgotten that an important and inconceivable to other mere mortals plot twist was about to take place.
"Where are we going?" Will asked before he could even steady his balance from the oversight.
"To the Island de Muerte," she muttered mutteringly.
Will thought about that for a moment. And then came the game reply, "Why?"
"I have a few small matters to see to," Max said.
And then, with full effects from a dramatic pause of course, she reached under her shirt and pulled out a gold Aztec coin resting on a chain around her neck.
Will stared in awe and surprise, just as the author imagined her readers must be doing at the moment, before a voice interrupted the climactic scene.
"Now wait here just a moment," came a slightly slurred voice. Both Will and Max turned in shock to see Captain Jack Sparrow climbing quickly up the stairs, his right hand held out awkwardly in front of him as he walked with his true lopsided gait. He had once again been forgotten by the powerful being who wrote the story.
Jack reached the platform, coming towards the pair and squinting. "Now that is impossible," he stated, "there is no way that you could possess one of those coins, I don't care how interesting you think it is."
Max got over her shock quickly and smoothed out her face before giving Jack a glittering smile. "What was that again, Jack?" she asked coyly.
Jack went rigid. "Savvy?" he said.
Max nodded, "That's what I thought."
Max turned back to Will, who was standing with an unsure expression on his face. He felt that he agreed with Jack, that her possession of a coin was somehow impossible and improbable. And then he wondered over whether or not impossible and improbable truly meant the same thing, making his previous thought rather redundant.
But before Max could explain just how she did come into contact with the coin, an explanation that would no doubt require much vagueness and dancing around the true plot of the original story, Max was distracted by something else.
There was a ship coming towards them.
How Max was able to see this ship through the aforementioned and dutifully described fog was tactfully skipped over.
"Look over there," she said pointing beyond the blacksmith, "they're coming towards us in their ship."
Will blinked and Jack frowned. Max caught herself and tried again.
"Over their, there coming towards us in they're ship."
Realization passed over the two men's faces and they immediately turned to see what she was referring to. It seemed that the minds of the two men were controlled by the one mind that wrote the fic, and that the author was still unsure on how to handle the whole 'there, their, they're' business.
"Who is it?" Will asked as he squinted out into the (still foggy) distance.
"Pirates of course," Max answered.
"But aren't we pirates?" Will questioned, "why should that matter?"
Max rolled her eyes. "Because they want my coin of course."
"But how do they know about it, and what does it matter? They would only care if they were cursed, which is impossible because the curse was lifted."
Max was silent for a moment, obviously unsure herself as to why anybody else would want the coin. But after a brilliant spark of inspiration from the author, she hastily answered. "Because of the monkey of course."
"Savvy?" Jack spoke up. Obviously he was confused as well.
Max sighed. "Apparently nobody stayed until after the credits."
While the two men continued to wear blank expressions and Max, with her limited reasoning and plotting skills, tried to come up with a way to make them understand the incredible plot twist, the other ship silently glided past them and went off into the night.
Max eventually noticed that the ship was gone.
"Oh, I guess they didn't want the coin after all."
And she walked away from the two men and positioned herself back firmly at the helm, her head once again held high and hair fluttering in an instant wind that came up to make her look more dramatic, you know, like they do in music videos.
And the men merely shrugged and went back to their scheming on how to best each other and win the fair Max once and for all, because that of course would turn out to be the true focus of the plot.
And as for the mysterious ship, it was likely that it would not show up again as the story would become so twisted in the impending love triangle that all the attention would be focused upon that. Hey now, we can't expect ALL authors to keep track of their own plot.