Hi guys! I finally figured out what was wrong!! It turns out that my hard-
drive was too crowded or something. Anyway, my mom cleared it out, and it
works now! Yay!! Enjoy chapter 15!!!!!!
Cold seawater flows around you as you plunge into the ocean. The unwelcome salty taste floods into your mouth, as you disappear beneath the surface. As your head finds the cool air again, you choke out the water, spewing it back into the sea. Your hair lies across you face in wet strings, impairing your vision. Blinking a few times, you see the figure of Elizabeth a ways off, kicking slowly towards the small spit of land. Remembering that sharks lurk nearby, you quickly command your tired muscles to start to kick towards shore. You moan on frustration as the large skirt of your dress makes it very challenging to propel your legs through the water. After dog-paddling for a few moments, you hear a rather large splash behind you. Softly treading the water, you turn your head around only to see a spot of disturbed, rippling water (obviously where Jack dove after his belongings). Squinting against the harsh sunlight, you look up to see Barbossa leaning over the side of the Black Pearl, laughing evilly as you attempt to start swimming again.
Your muscles burn and ache as you finally feel the cool sand under your feet as you begin to feel the soft bottom of the ocean floor while you start to come close to the beach. Sputtering and gasping with relief, you collapse onto the hot sand and take slow, deep breaths, welcoming the fresh oxygen that makes it's way so freely into your lungs. Taking a deep breath, you crawl up on all floors to see Elizabeth standing a ways off, staring out at the Black Pearl. You too, turn your head and see Jack just surfacing from the water, and start to slosh through the shallow part towards where you sit on the sand. Gasping and sputtering himself, you see him slowly turn around to stare remorsefully back at the Pearl which has already started to set sail away.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." He mumbles, more to himself than to you or Elizabeth. He hastily turns around once more and shoves off his boots, placing them atop a nearby branch root sticking up out of the ground to dry. You watch him sigh impatiently and head off toward the mass of trees further up the island. Soon, Elizabeth pushes her drying hair behind her shoulders and walks hurriedly after him. Oh well. You don't have the strength to stand dup and follow. You're just too tired and hot. You sit upright with your knees bent in front you and grab a handful of hair from your damp head. A squishy watery sound emits from your hands as you ring your hair to dry. With the immense heat, it should dry in a matter of minutes. You wish that you had a comb. You need it badly.
Tiredly playing with a tuft of scorching sand, you can hear Elizabeth arguing with Jack back inland, exclaiming about his 'grand adventure'. So she's figured it out then. Jack got off the island before by bartering a passage off of bloody rumrunners. Pushing back your sleeves, you edge your ankles close to the edge of the lapping water, allowing them to cool from the white heat of the sand that you now sit upon. Jerking back to you senses, you hear someone plop next to you on the sand. You turn to your right to see Jack sitting next to you, mumbling about crazy governor's daughters. He stops his ramblings suddenly and notices your stare. After gazing at you somewhat intensely for a few seconds, he thrusts a bottle of rum into your arms and says,
"No pirate should be without it." He uncorks his bottle quickly and takes a long swig. You watch a stray droplet cascade down his tan throat as he continues to gulp it down as if he hadn't drunken it in years. With a long sigh of pleasure, he pulls the bottle from his lips and fondles it appreciatively.
"Sweeter than honey, tha' is," he glances up at you and smiles, flashing his gold teeth at you. "Well, drink up, luv, no respectable pirate would ever let such fine rum go to waste." He gestures encouragingly at you with his one hand that still holds the bottle of rum that is now almost empty. Smiling nervously, you glance down worriedly at the bottle in your hands. The brown liquid swishes back and forth within the glass as you coax it back and forth. Uncomfortably aware of Jack's expectant glare, you clumsily uncork the bottle and lift it to your lips. 'it's a vanilla milk shake, a vanilla milk shake' you chant inside your head hoping to somehow convince your mind. However, the taste of sweet vanilla is not what fills your mouth. A thick, bitter, sour feeling is what engorges your throat instead. Despite your efforts to stifle it, you immediately begin to cough and choke, and are barley able to swallow the rum down your throat. You feel a hand clap you on the back, causing you to shift forward.
"Went down the wrong pipe, now, did it?" you hear him ask he takes another swig form his own bottle.
"Yeah, yeah it did," you simper feebly. Before you can say anything else you hear Elizabeth behind you,
"Violet, Violet come here!" Still wincing at the bitter after-taste in your mouth, you achingly turn your head around and see Elizabeth standing beside a palm tree and beckoning you over. Standing shakily, you thrust your bottle into Jack's arms, asking,
"Hold that for me 'till I get back."
Stumbling clumsily on the sand to where Elizabeth stands, you question,
"What is it?" Lowering her sophisticated voice slightly, she leans in towards you and murmurs,
"I need you to help me, Violet. I can get us off this island." Trying to look surprised, you reply,
"Oh. Really? How?"
"If I can get a decent fire going, I can burn a signal fire with that supply of rum back there, " she jerks her thumb back towards the open hatch into the ground, "however, I'm sure Jack would rather die, than have his precious rum burnt, so I need you to keep him busy for me."
"Busy?" you ask warily.
"Yes, busy. You know, get him drunk, make him sing songs, whatever keep his mind off of the hatch that I will be burning!"
"Uhhhhh. Right. OK then, I'll just....keep him busy." You helplessly trail off as Elizabeth gives a little shove back towards where Jack still sits. So, she wants you to get him drunk? Well, that won't be hard; he's probably drunk already. Rubbing your hands together to wipe off any excess sand off of them, you plop down next to Jack again, who is once again, staring off after the ship, which is now out of sight.
"So close," he murmurs, "I was so bloody close...." Hmmm. Maybe a toast will make him feel better. Grabbing your bottle out of his hand you grandly raise it above your head and declare,
"To the rum!" Jack's eyes flicker again with his old mischievousness, and he raises his bottle in return as he shouts back,
"To the rum!" Lifting the bottle once more to your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut, awaiting the bitter taste. But as the slightly warm liquid fills your mouth, you can't help but notice that it tastes different. Still bitter of course, but not as revolting and sour. Maybe you'll be able to ingest this stuff after all.
You hear Jack sigh as he pulls his own bottle away form his mouth.
"It get easier, doesn' it?" you hear him ask you (obviously referring to your lack of choking this time)..
"Yeah it does," you reply nodding your head slowly. Shrugging your shoulders as if to say 'what the hell', you take another swig. Hmmm. Are you going crazy or does it actually start to taste good now?
"That's interesting," you murmur gazing curiously at the brown fluid in your bottle.
"'O course it is!" Jack rants as he starts to hum a soft tune to himself, taking nonchalant gulps of rum every now and then.
A slight breeze flutters through your hair, and you look up. The sky is no longer a royal blue, but many colors. Red, purple, pink, orange, yellow. It's really quite breathtaking. Night is about to settle onto your small island. It's been a long day, and you tiredly gulp more rum.
"Well, we can't very well sit here in the dark now, can we?" Jack asks you, sitting up with a slight swagger. You hear him walk off a ways, and your mind starts to wander. You realize how much you miss your family and home, and wonder if you'll ever go back. Frowning slightly, you look down at your half full bottle. You remember reading somewhere that alcohol was a depressant. Oh well.
After staring at the Caribbean sunset for a while, the smell of burning wood fills your nostrils. Turning your head to the right, you see that Jack has started a fire on the beach using branches and stalks from nearby trees.
"You migh' be wanting to come over, where it's slightly warmer luv!" you hear Jack call from beside the fire.
Placing your hand beside you on the ground to steady yourself, you start to stand. And then....plop! You fall right back down. What on earth is the matter with you? You try to stand upright again, and then somehow stumble backwards onto your behind. Looking up confusedly, you see Jack looming over you, a mocking grin on his face.
"'Ad a bit too much did we?" he taunts, extending his hand to help you up.
"I....am..not drunk!" you manage as you take his hand to pull yourself up. You can't be drunk! You don't feel drunk, just kinda dizzy.
Both you and Jack stagger over the fire and stare into it. Taking another gulp of rum, you mutter
"I miss my mom..." who the hell are you kidding, you're bloody drunk. Sighing, you feel an arm envelope your shoulders. Jack murmurs in return,
"I know, luv. Don't we all." The sound of liquid splashing against glass is heard from beside you as Jack drinks more rum of his own. Taking a deep breath, he continues,
"Well, where I come from luv, when we feel low, we sing!"
"Sing?" you ask.
"Sing," he replies gravely. And with that, he immediately belts out, 'A Pirates Life For Me' and starts to skip around to the opposite side of the fire. You feel your sadness drip away as you start to crack up.
"We pillage, we plunder, we raid, we loot...!" You sing as well, hopping and skipping. This is the most fun you've had since...since ever! As you and Jack meet up on the other side of the fire, he grabs your arm and swings you around, causing you to fall onto the sand that is now cool and dark.
"I love this song!" he shouts, falling down next to you. "When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew! 'An we'll sing it all the time!"
"Yeah, all the time!" you echo. "And I'll be your first mate!" you add.
"'O course ye will!" Jack chimes. "And I will be the most fearsome pirate in the whole wo'ld! Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, " he gestures continuingly with his hands, "that's what a ship needs. But what a ship is....what the Black Pearl really is....is freedom." He stretches his arm far out wide, seemingly to display the grand view of the sea.
Slightly pulled out of your 'high', you half smile and reply while looking at to sea,
"Don't worry Jack. Everything will work out in the end." Noticing a bit of silence form Jack, you turn to see him staring gravely at you.
"I never worry, luv. Captain Jack Sparrow never worries." He casually slips his arm about your waist, pulling you closer. Smirking slightly, you ask,
"Mr. Sparrow, are you hitting on me?" He pulls his head back and furrows his eyes at you in an offended manner, slurring,
"I'd never hit a lady. 'Specially one so lovely as yerself..."
You giggle slightly at his reply, seeing as how he isn't familiar with the slang term for 'romancing'.
All of a sudden, you come out of your drunken haze for a moment and look about you.
"Where's Elizabeth?" you ask.
"Elizabeth who?" Jack asks quietly pulling you closer. You can smell an overwhelming amount of rum on his breath as he leans closer. You go into a sort of trance looking into his deep, black eyes. You've had a huge crush on him ever since you first saw the movie, and you can feel your heart beating in your throat at being so close to him. Closing your eyes, you can feel his rough, scratchy beard against your mouth, and then everything goes dark......
More soon....... (please review) oh yeah, and this still isn't gonna be a love story.
Cold seawater flows around you as you plunge into the ocean. The unwelcome salty taste floods into your mouth, as you disappear beneath the surface. As your head finds the cool air again, you choke out the water, spewing it back into the sea. Your hair lies across you face in wet strings, impairing your vision. Blinking a few times, you see the figure of Elizabeth a ways off, kicking slowly towards the small spit of land. Remembering that sharks lurk nearby, you quickly command your tired muscles to start to kick towards shore. You moan on frustration as the large skirt of your dress makes it very challenging to propel your legs through the water. After dog-paddling for a few moments, you hear a rather large splash behind you. Softly treading the water, you turn your head around only to see a spot of disturbed, rippling water (obviously where Jack dove after his belongings). Squinting against the harsh sunlight, you look up to see Barbossa leaning over the side of the Black Pearl, laughing evilly as you attempt to start swimming again.
Your muscles burn and ache as you finally feel the cool sand under your feet as you begin to feel the soft bottom of the ocean floor while you start to come close to the beach. Sputtering and gasping with relief, you collapse onto the hot sand and take slow, deep breaths, welcoming the fresh oxygen that makes it's way so freely into your lungs. Taking a deep breath, you crawl up on all floors to see Elizabeth standing a ways off, staring out at the Black Pearl. You too, turn your head and see Jack just surfacing from the water, and start to slosh through the shallow part towards where you sit on the sand. Gasping and sputtering himself, you see him slowly turn around to stare remorsefully back at the Pearl which has already started to set sail away.
"That's the second time I've had to watch that man sail away with my ship." He mumbles, more to himself than to you or Elizabeth. He hastily turns around once more and shoves off his boots, placing them atop a nearby branch root sticking up out of the ground to dry. You watch him sigh impatiently and head off toward the mass of trees further up the island. Soon, Elizabeth pushes her drying hair behind her shoulders and walks hurriedly after him. Oh well. You don't have the strength to stand dup and follow. You're just too tired and hot. You sit upright with your knees bent in front you and grab a handful of hair from your damp head. A squishy watery sound emits from your hands as you ring your hair to dry. With the immense heat, it should dry in a matter of minutes. You wish that you had a comb. You need it badly.
Tiredly playing with a tuft of scorching sand, you can hear Elizabeth arguing with Jack back inland, exclaiming about his 'grand adventure'. So she's figured it out then. Jack got off the island before by bartering a passage off of bloody rumrunners. Pushing back your sleeves, you edge your ankles close to the edge of the lapping water, allowing them to cool from the white heat of the sand that you now sit upon. Jerking back to you senses, you hear someone plop next to you on the sand. You turn to your right to see Jack sitting next to you, mumbling about crazy governor's daughters. He stops his ramblings suddenly and notices your stare. After gazing at you somewhat intensely for a few seconds, he thrusts a bottle of rum into your arms and says,
"No pirate should be without it." He uncorks his bottle quickly and takes a long swig. You watch a stray droplet cascade down his tan throat as he continues to gulp it down as if he hadn't drunken it in years. With a long sigh of pleasure, he pulls the bottle from his lips and fondles it appreciatively.
"Sweeter than honey, tha' is," he glances up at you and smiles, flashing his gold teeth at you. "Well, drink up, luv, no respectable pirate would ever let such fine rum go to waste." He gestures encouragingly at you with his one hand that still holds the bottle of rum that is now almost empty. Smiling nervously, you glance down worriedly at the bottle in your hands. The brown liquid swishes back and forth within the glass as you coax it back and forth. Uncomfortably aware of Jack's expectant glare, you clumsily uncork the bottle and lift it to your lips. 'it's a vanilla milk shake, a vanilla milk shake' you chant inside your head hoping to somehow convince your mind. However, the taste of sweet vanilla is not what fills your mouth. A thick, bitter, sour feeling is what engorges your throat instead. Despite your efforts to stifle it, you immediately begin to cough and choke, and are barley able to swallow the rum down your throat. You feel a hand clap you on the back, causing you to shift forward.
"Went down the wrong pipe, now, did it?" you hear him ask he takes another swig form his own bottle.
"Yeah, yeah it did," you simper feebly. Before you can say anything else you hear Elizabeth behind you,
"Violet, Violet come here!" Still wincing at the bitter after-taste in your mouth, you achingly turn your head around and see Elizabeth standing beside a palm tree and beckoning you over. Standing shakily, you thrust your bottle into Jack's arms, asking,
"Hold that for me 'till I get back."
Stumbling clumsily on the sand to where Elizabeth stands, you question,
"What is it?" Lowering her sophisticated voice slightly, she leans in towards you and murmurs,
"I need you to help me, Violet. I can get us off this island." Trying to look surprised, you reply,
"Oh. Really? How?"
"If I can get a decent fire going, I can burn a signal fire with that supply of rum back there, " she jerks her thumb back towards the open hatch into the ground, "however, I'm sure Jack would rather die, than have his precious rum burnt, so I need you to keep him busy for me."
"Busy?" you ask warily.
"Yes, busy. You know, get him drunk, make him sing songs, whatever keep his mind off of the hatch that I will be burning!"
"Uhhhhh. Right. OK then, I'll just....keep him busy." You helplessly trail off as Elizabeth gives a little shove back towards where Jack still sits. So, she wants you to get him drunk? Well, that won't be hard; he's probably drunk already. Rubbing your hands together to wipe off any excess sand off of them, you plop down next to Jack again, who is once again, staring off after the ship, which is now out of sight.
"So close," he murmurs, "I was so bloody close...." Hmmm. Maybe a toast will make him feel better. Grabbing your bottle out of his hand you grandly raise it above your head and declare,
"To the rum!" Jack's eyes flicker again with his old mischievousness, and he raises his bottle in return as he shouts back,
"To the rum!" Lifting the bottle once more to your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut, awaiting the bitter taste. But as the slightly warm liquid fills your mouth, you can't help but notice that it tastes different. Still bitter of course, but not as revolting and sour. Maybe you'll be able to ingest this stuff after all.
You hear Jack sigh as he pulls his own bottle away form his mouth.
"It get easier, doesn' it?" you hear him ask you (obviously referring to your lack of choking this time)..
"Yeah it does," you reply nodding your head slowly. Shrugging your shoulders as if to say 'what the hell', you take another swig. Hmmm. Are you going crazy or does it actually start to taste good now?
"That's interesting," you murmur gazing curiously at the brown fluid in your bottle.
"'O course it is!" Jack rants as he starts to hum a soft tune to himself, taking nonchalant gulps of rum every now and then.
A slight breeze flutters through your hair, and you look up. The sky is no longer a royal blue, but many colors. Red, purple, pink, orange, yellow. It's really quite breathtaking. Night is about to settle onto your small island. It's been a long day, and you tiredly gulp more rum.
"Well, we can't very well sit here in the dark now, can we?" Jack asks you, sitting up with a slight swagger. You hear him walk off a ways, and your mind starts to wander. You realize how much you miss your family and home, and wonder if you'll ever go back. Frowning slightly, you look down at your half full bottle. You remember reading somewhere that alcohol was a depressant. Oh well.
After staring at the Caribbean sunset for a while, the smell of burning wood fills your nostrils. Turning your head to the right, you see that Jack has started a fire on the beach using branches and stalks from nearby trees.
"You migh' be wanting to come over, where it's slightly warmer luv!" you hear Jack call from beside the fire.
Placing your hand beside you on the ground to steady yourself, you start to stand. And then....plop! You fall right back down. What on earth is the matter with you? You try to stand upright again, and then somehow stumble backwards onto your behind. Looking up confusedly, you see Jack looming over you, a mocking grin on his face.
"'Ad a bit too much did we?" he taunts, extending his hand to help you up.
"I....am..not drunk!" you manage as you take his hand to pull yourself up. You can't be drunk! You don't feel drunk, just kinda dizzy.
Both you and Jack stagger over the fire and stare into it. Taking another gulp of rum, you mutter
"I miss my mom..." who the hell are you kidding, you're bloody drunk. Sighing, you feel an arm envelope your shoulders. Jack murmurs in return,
"I know, luv. Don't we all." The sound of liquid splashing against glass is heard from beside you as Jack drinks more rum of his own. Taking a deep breath, he continues,
"Well, where I come from luv, when we feel low, we sing!"
"Sing?" you ask.
"Sing," he replies gravely. And with that, he immediately belts out, 'A Pirates Life For Me' and starts to skip around to the opposite side of the fire. You feel your sadness drip away as you start to crack up.
"We pillage, we plunder, we raid, we loot...!" You sing as well, hopping and skipping. This is the most fun you've had since...since ever! As you and Jack meet up on the other side of the fire, he grabs your arm and swings you around, causing you to fall onto the sand that is now cool and dark.
"I love this song!" he shouts, falling down next to you. "When I get the Pearl back, I'm gonna teach it to the whole crew! 'An we'll sing it all the time!"
"Yeah, all the time!" you echo. "And I'll be your first mate!" you add.
"'O course ye will!" Jack chimes. "And I will be the most fearsome pirate in the whole wo'ld! Wherever we want to go, we'll go, that's what a ship is, you know. It's not just a keel and a hull and a deck and sails, " he gestures continuingly with his hands, "that's what a ship needs. But what a ship is....what the Black Pearl really is....is freedom." He stretches his arm far out wide, seemingly to display the grand view of the sea.
Slightly pulled out of your 'high', you half smile and reply while looking at to sea,
"Don't worry Jack. Everything will work out in the end." Noticing a bit of silence form Jack, you turn to see him staring gravely at you.
"I never worry, luv. Captain Jack Sparrow never worries." He casually slips his arm about your waist, pulling you closer. Smirking slightly, you ask,
"Mr. Sparrow, are you hitting on me?" He pulls his head back and furrows his eyes at you in an offended manner, slurring,
"I'd never hit a lady. 'Specially one so lovely as yerself..."
You giggle slightly at his reply, seeing as how he isn't familiar with the slang term for 'romancing'.
All of a sudden, you come out of your drunken haze for a moment and look about you.
"Where's Elizabeth?" you ask.
"Elizabeth who?" Jack asks quietly pulling you closer. You can smell an overwhelming amount of rum on his breath as he leans closer. You go into a sort of trance looking into his deep, black eyes. You've had a huge crush on him ever since you first saw the movie, and you can feel your heart beating in your throat at being so close to him. Closing your eyes, you can feel his rough, scratchy beard against your mouth, and then everything goes dark......
More soon....... (please review) oh yeah, and this still isn't gonna be a love story.