Hey guys! Whoa have I got some explaining to do! Well, first, about a
week after I updated last, I was going on a 1 week class trip to New York
City and I figured that I'd update on my friend's laptop that she was gonna
bring. Well, when we go there, I came to a realization that I would have
to connect her laptop to a phone line, and there wasn't a phone line in our
hotel room except for the room's phone, but it was fused into the outlet so
that you couldn't take it out!! So I forced to wait to update until I got
home, and I just got home last night. Enjoy 16!!
You slowly open your eyelids and see a vast purple-pink haze in front of you. As you hesitantly sit upright, you notice that it is the sky. Dawn is coming. Yawning slightly, you take in your surroundings. A little ways off lies the remainder of what looks like was once a bon fire or something. A few burnt tree branches lie close together and a faint smoke still emits from the pile. Looking farther around you, you see that you have been sleeping on a long beach; the soft sound of the sea flowing against the shore is the only sound that you can currently hear. Looking down at yourself, you see that a blanket is covering you. Wait. It's not a blanket. Blinking your tired eyes a bit, you cautiously pick up the garb that is draped across you and lift it closer to you. It's a vest. A black vest. Where on earth did it come from? You know it's not yours. You jump a bit when you hear a slight sound beside you. Somewhat similar to a sigh or groan. Glancing quickly beside you, you see Jack Sparrow sleeping peacefully and mumbling to himself a few feet away from you. Oh God. What in the bloody hell are you doing lying on a beach with Jack Sparrow and his vest draped across you.?!! You hastily shove the vest off of you and scoot a few feet away still eyeing Jack with a bewildered expression on your face. Did you and he-? No. Not a chance. You tiredly search your memory for some answers, but you have no recollection of the past 12 hours at all! What is going on?! YOU jump once again when you hear more sounds from behind you. This time, it sounds more like rustling than mumbling. Turning your stiff neck around, you can see someone hunched over a great pile of wood and bottles back inland. Squinting your eyes in the growing sunlight, you see that it is Elizabeth. Elizabeth!! Maybe SHE knows what happened!
You quickly push yourself upwards, and are immediately flooded with a pounding pain in your temples. My God. This has got to be the worst headache you've ever had. Stumbling over to where Elizabeth is, every now and then grabbing hold to a nearby palm tree for support, you look up at the now royal blue sky. My daylight seems to come quickly. Once within hearing range of Elizabeth, you lick your lips and manage,
"E-Elizabeth?" She turns quickly to meet your gaze. Her look of surprise is soon overcome by somewhat anger as she takes in the appearance of you. Shaking her head slightly, she turns around and continues doing whatever it was that she was doing.
"What's wrong?" you ask with a slightly stronger voice.
"Well, you put on quite a display last night, you know?" she replies in her sophisticated British accent.
"Please tell me!" you plead to her, grabbing her arm. "What happened? Jack and I didn't....you know," you give her a meaningful look. Shrugging you off, Elizabeth turns back to the pile of wood, and you can see that she has started a small fire.
"Well, I don't know what you're referring to, but you two did portray acts of drunken madness, including kissing him!" she looks back at you accusingly, but with a slight satisfaction to her tone when she sees that the fire is starting to grow.
"We kissed?" Your eyes widen. You don't remember that at all! "Did we do anything else?"
"Well, no." Elizabeth grows slightly calmer towards you as she continues, "About halfway through your 'kiss' you passed out onto his shoulder. And then he started grumbling about women not being able to hold their liquor and he put his vest over you. I assume because he didn't want you to catch cold. Then I'd decide that I'd seen enough of your little display and went to sleep." Oh. That's what happened. You must have been drunk of your ass, cuz you don't remember any of it. Both Elizabeth and you stand together for a while watching the small flame grow larger. Finally, she pats you on the shoulder and says,
"C'mon we need to get this fire bigger, and fast." She walks back over to another tree, and forcefully yanks off a piece of the trunk. Turing around again, she tosses it into the fire, causing the fire to spurt up sparks. Trying to push your headache back, you start to help her toss rum and crates onto the growing flame.
Both of you are cut short however when you here,
"No! Not good! Stop! Not good!" You turn around to see Jack prancing anxiously up to where you are currently dumping a full bottle of rum into the fire.
"What are you doing? You've burnt all the food, the shade, the rum!" he continues to rant.
"Yes the rum is gone!" Elizabeth struts importantly down towards the beach, obviously satisfied with the size of the fire. You yourself start to back away from it, for you can start to feel its heat on your face.
"Why is the rum gone?" Jack demands at Elizabeth's back.
"One," she starts, swinging herself around to face him, "because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable people into complete scoundrels!" You can't help but notice that she looks at you too when as she says that. "Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high." She nods toward the roaring fire, "The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?!!"
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack pleadingly begs with is hands. And with that, Elizabeth turns back around and plops down onto the sand, staring off out to the horizon.
"Just wait Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon!"
You steal a look at Jack's face and see an insane sort of anger welling up in them. He quickly pulls his pistol tucked into his shawl tied around his waist and nearly points it at her head, and then thinks better of it, and places it back in his shawl. Without another word, he storms off, kicking the sand angrily as he walks toward the other part of the island.
You run and grab Jack's vest off of the sand and follow him.
"Jack! Wait up!" you call after him, but he either doesn't hear you or chooses to ignore you. Impatiently lifting your dress above your heels so that you can run, you call again, "Jack!" He finally turns around and utters,
"So much rum gone to waste. So much rum......" he helplessly trails off.
"Here," you hand him his vest back. "Thanks for letting me borrow it." Jack takes his vest and somewhat calms down a bit.
"'S all right. I figured that I couldn't stand it if ye started to complain on 'ow cold ye were."
"Believe me Jack. There will be plenty of rum in the end, OK?" You look around and see that you are both standing on a dune of sand. And far off in the distance is the Dauntless, a small rowboat filled with Navy-men floating near by. You give Jack a small nudge, and he looks at what you are staring at. He gives and impatient sight and mutters,
"There'll be no living with her after this."
Thank you for reading, and I'll update this weekend OK? Cheers!
You slowly open your eyelids and see a vast purple-pink haze in front of you. As you hesitantly sit upright, you notice that it is the sky. Dawn is coming. Yawning slightly, you take in your surroundings. A little ways off lies the remainder of what looks like was once a bon fire or something. A few burnt tree branches lie close together and a faint smoke still emits from the pile. Looking farther around you, you see that you have been sleeping on a long beach; the soft sound of the sea flowing against the shore is the only sound that you can currently hear. Looking down at yourself, you see that a blanket is covering you. Wait. It's not a blanket. Blinking your tired eyes a bit, you cautiously pick up the garb that is draped across you and lift it closer to you. It's a vest. A black vest. Where on earth did it come from? You know it's not yours. You jump a bit when you hear a slight sound beside you. Somewhat similar to a sigh or groan. Glancing quickly beside you, you see Jack Sparrow sleeping peacefully and mumbling to himself a few feet away from you. Oh God. What in the bloody hell are you doing lying on a beach with Jack Sparrow and his vest draped across you.?!! You hastily shove the vest off of you and scoot a few feet away still eyeing Jack with a bewildered expression on your face. Did you and he-? No. Not a chance. You tiredly search your memory for some answers, but you have no recollection of the past 12 hours at all! What is going on?! YOU jump once again when you hear more sounds from behind you. This time, it sounds more like rustling than mumbling. Turning your stiff neck around, you can see someone hunched over a great pile of wood and bottles back inland. Squinting your eyes in the growing sunlight, you see that it is Elizabeth. Elizabeth!! Maybe SHE knows what happened!
You quickly push yourself upwards, and are immediately flooded with a pounding pain in your temples. My God. This has got to be the worst headache you've ever had. Stumbling over to where Elizabeth is, every now and then grabbing hold to a nearby palm tree for support, you look up at the now royal blue sky. My daylight seems to come quickly. Once within hearing range of Elizabeth, you lick your lips and manage,
"E-Elizabeth?" She turns quickly to meet your gaze. Her look of surprise is soon overcome by somewhat anger as she takes in the appearance of you. Shaking her head slightly, she turns around and continues doing whatever it was that she was doing.
"What's wrong?" you ask with a slightly stronger voice.
"Well, you put on quite a display last night, you know?" she replies in her sophisticated British accent.
"Please tell me!" you plead to her, grabbing her arm. "What happened? Jack and I didn't....you know," you give her a meaningful look. Shrugging you off, Elizabeth turns back to the pile of wood, and you can see that she has started a small fire.
"Well, I don't know what you're referring to, but you two did portray acts of drunken madness, including kissing him!" she looks back at you accusingly, but with a slight satisfaction to her tone when she sees that the fire is starting to grow.
"We kissed?" Your eyes widen. You don't remember that at all! "Did we do anything else?"
"Well, no." Elizabeth grows slightly calmer towards you as she continues, "About halfway through your 'kiss' you passed out onto his shoulder. And then he started grumbling about women not being able to hold their liquor and he put his vest over you. I assume because he didn't want you to catch cold. Then I'd decide that I'd seen enough of your little display and went to sleep." Oh. That's what happened. You must have been drunk of your ass, cuz you don't remember any of it. Both Elizabeth and you stand together for a while watching the small flame grow larger. Finally, she pats you on the shoulder and says,
"C'mon we need to get this fire bigger, and fast." She walks back over to another tree, and forcefully yanks off a piece of the trunk. Turing around again, she tosses it into the fire, causing the fire to spurt up sparks. Trying to push your headache back, you start to help her toss rum and crates onto the growing flame.
Both of you are cut short however when you here,
"No! Not good! Stop! Not good!" You turn around to see Jack prancing anxiously up to where you are currently dumping a full bottle of rum into the fire.
"What are you doing? You've burnt all the food, the shade, the rum!" he continues to rant.
"Yes the rum is gone!" Elizabeth struts importantly down towards the beach, obviously satisfied with the size of the fire. You yourself start to back away from it, for you can start to feel its heat on your face.
"Why is the rum gone?" Jack demands at Elizabeth's back.
"One," she starts, swinging herself around to face him, "because it is a vile drink that turns even the most respectable people into complete scoundrels!" You can't help but notice that she looks at you too when as she says that. "Two, that signal is over a thousand feet high." She nods toward the roaring fire, "The entire Royal Navy is out looking for me, do you really think that there is even the slightest chance that they won't see it?!!"
"But why is the rum gone?" Jack pleadingly begs with is hands. And with that, Elizabeth turns back around and plops down onto the sand, staring off out to the horizon.
"Just wait Captain Sparrow. You give it one hour, maybe two, keep a weather eye out and then you will see white sails on that horizon!"
You steal a look at Jack's face and see an insane sort of anger welling up in them. He quickly pulls his pistol tucked into his shawl tied around his waist and nearly points it at her head, and then thinks better of it, and places it back in his shawl. Without another word, he storms off, kicking the sand angrily as he walks toward the other part of the island.
You run and grab Jack's vest off of the sand and follow him.
"Jack! Wait up!" you call after him, but he either doesn't hear you or chooses to ignore you. Impatiently lifting your dress above your heels so that you can run, you call again, "Jack!" He finally turns around and utters,
"So much rum gone to waste. So much rum......" he helplessly trails off.
"Here," you hand him his vest back. "Thanks for letting me borrow it." Jack takes his vest and somewhat calms down a bit.
"'S all right. I figured that I couldn't stand it if ye started to complain on 'ow cold ye were."
"Believe me Jack. There will be plenty of rum in the end, OK?" You look around and see that you are both standing on a dune of sand. And far off in the distance is the Dauntless, a small rowboat filled with Navy-men floating near by. You give Jack a small nudge, and he looks at what you are staring at. He gives and impatient sight and mutters,
"There'll be no living with her after this."
Thank you for reading, and I'll update this weekend OK? Cheers!