Your Majesty
I am soooooooooooooo not liking her name but last night the only names to come swimming to my cloudy mind were Bridget, Maria and Jasmine. I chose Maria because it seemed less. . . happy then the other two (both of which I hate might I add.) So her name shall be Maria and Maria it shall be. I apologize for Maria and Merry but I couldn't help sticking Merry UnderGallows into this. A friend gave me the last name and suggested I give her a really thick accent and a weird personality. So out popped this strange little person with a tendency to tell outlandish stories and drink LOTS and LOTS of rum. See if you like her. R&R or the Amobeas will get you, SHAKE AND TREMBLE WITH TERROR MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
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The sky was a harsh blue encircling the sun-dappled Caribbean Islands that day, unbroken by the smallest wisp of cloud or even the speck of a far off bird. The sky dipped its ends into the sparkling waters on the horizon as though seeking relief from the blistering heat of the burning sun; everything was quiet beyond the slap off waves against the hull of the Black Pearl as she plowed her way through the salty sea. The crew worked in silence until the familiar shout of one Merry UnderGallows rang across the deck.
"Ah yer finally awake lass." She shouted as the girl strapped securely to a ring in the wall of the captains cabin lifted her head groggily to meet the sun. "And I thought the knock good ol' Captain Jack had given yer wee head had gone and addled your brain permanent like."
"Who are you?" The girl asked her looking around cross-eyed and squinting. She was pale, with her dark hair done up with pins and all molded into perfect curls. She was, clearly, of the more noble and upper class end of society in the Caribbean Islands.
"Well bless me for being an idiot." The bronzy skinned woman crowed. "My name be Merry. Merry UnderGallows, Merry to m' friends, Cheeky Merr to the lads and that damned pirate wench to anyone in a respectable position of authority. O'course I travel by a different names among different people." She laughed loudly as the world began slipping into focus.
"UnderGallows?" She asked as the name stirred something in her throbbing head. "What like the pirate? The one that they tried to hang sixteen times?"
"Thirty, if you count all the times they tried to hang me in Spain." Merry corrected her smiling broadly.
"Well UnderGallows, it seems you've managed to resurrect our guest." The arrogant drunken voice came from the gold-studded mouth of a tanned, dirty looking pirate. Dressed in rough sailors garb he came swaggering across the deck his body moving with the rocking of the ship like she was sure hers never could. "Thought yeh'd gone and died on me there." He told her mournfully. "And that luv, would put a knot in my already precariously tight noose." He grinned crookedly at her. "Though if yeh really want t' hear about nooses and knots yeh'd be better off chatting with UnderGallows here."
"I," Merry began drawing herself up, "am an authority on hanging and being hanged Sparrow. An authority ye can never hope to match."
"Personally luv," he directed the name at the pirate woman now, "I'll not be stretchin' me old lucky stars enough to try to match ye."
"Good thing to Sparrow, I wouldn't want to kill ye to keep me good name." Merry said happily.
"Captain Sparrow, if ye please." The captain corrected her. "And ye can always try UnderGallows, ye can always try."
Merry went off somewhere below deck, no doubt to torment Gibbs, Jack thought.
"And who are you?" Asked the lady.
"I am the one the only CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He said with an extravagant bow. "And ye, me fine lady, are none other then me own captive of war."
"War?" Asked the girl blankly a hard edge coming into her eyes at the word captive.
"Aye, a certified damsel in distress, victim of a tragic personal squabble I had with yer dear daddy." He told her swaggering around like a drunken man, which considering pirates and their rum consumption, he probably was.
"What do you want?" The girl asked a hard snarl in her voice.
"Ah 'tis a complicated thing me fine lady." The pirate told her mournfully. "Ye make a few quips about a rich mans. . . sexual tendencies, and suddenly yeh've got thieves crawling out of the floor boards. Yer fathers employees, we'll call em that instead of knaves and whore sons which is what they are, stole quite the number of valuables from me. And try as I might I could not get em to return them. There were a number o' things that're quite dear to me heart in that little bundle. Me old compass, me pistol and me old hat." He looked at her sadly. "A man just ain't the same without his hat luv, so you see I figured I'd snatch the mans bonny little daughter and hold her prisoner until I get me personal effects back."
"My father has lots of daughters, why did you pick me?" She asked testing her bonds carefully.
"Well luv, seems to me if I'm going to go t' all the trouble of kidnapping a fine lass like yerself it would make sense to kidnap the prettiest one I could find." He grinned at her again.
The girl blinked at him, she was obviously not used to being called "pretty." She was indeed not exactly "pretty" by most standards with dark brown hair and mud colored eyes.
"Ah men may swoon over yer dainty little sisters luv, but I prefer a girl with a bit more meat on 'er bones." He was smiling in a way tavern girls and pirates may have found sexy but the girl found just amusing.
"Does that line work often?" She asked spitefully.
"Yes actually, more then you'd think." He replied. "Now ye see that yer kidnapping was really nothing personal luv. And ye know it would simply break my lil 'eart if ye were t' hold it against me."
"I hope the pieces are sharp enough that I can use them to carve out your tongue." She replied her voice dripping with poison.
The pirate frowned and slapped her roughly across the face. She gasped at the pain and looked up at him confused.
"Keep that silver tongue o' yers in yer mouth luv, or yeh'll be missing a fair number o' teeth by the end of this little adventure."
She spat on him in response.
He raised his hand as though to strike her again and she turned away from the blow flinching.
"Good girl, yer already learning to keep away from a slap. Mind yer manners and keep yer mouth shut and yeh'll leave this ship just as high and mighty as yeh came on it."
She glared at him.
"I'll leave ye to think about that." He trailed off and raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"Maria." She said angrily. "My name is Maria."
"I'll leave ye to think about that Maria." He finished before swaggering away.
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Didn't like the ending but :P. Can't decide on Marias personality, to make her a whiny little burden they have to cart around and center the story around Merry and Jack or to make her a cool girl with a bit of a high and mighty complex she needs to overcome? What do you guys think anyway? I can't decide though I feel myself leaning towards the over-coming-high-and- mighty-complex Maria. Review and I will respond accordingly.
I am soooooooooooooo not liking her name but last night the only names to come swimming to my cloudy mind were Bridget, Maria and Jasmine. I chose Maria because it seemed less. . . happy then the other two (both of which I hate might I add.) So her name shall be Maria and Maria it shall be. I apologize for Maria and Merry but I couldn't help sticking Merry UnderGallows into this. A friend gave me the last name and suggested I give her a really thick accent and a weird personality. So out popped this strange little person with a tendency to tell outlandish stories and drink LOTS and LOTS of rum. See if you like her. R&R or the Amobeas will get you, SHAKE AND TREMBLE WITH TERROR MUHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
~
The sky was a harsh blue encircling the sun-dappled Caribbean Islands that day, unbroken by the smallest wisp of cloud or even the speck of a far off bird. The sky dipped its ends into the sparkling waters on the horizon as though seeking relief from the blistering heat of the burning sun; everything was quiet beyond the slap off waves against the hull of the Black Pearl as she plowed her way through the salty sea. The crew worked in silence until the familiar shout of one Merry UnderGallows rang across the deck.
"Ah yer finally awake lass." She shouted as the girl strapped securely to a ring in the wall of the captains cabin lifted her head groggily to meet the sun. "And I thought the knock good ol' Captain Jack had given yer wee head had gone and addled your brain permanent like."
"Who are you?" The girl asked her looking around cross-eyed and squinting. She was pale, with her dark hair done up with pins and all molded into perfect curls. She was, clearly, of the more noble and upper class end of society in the Caribbean Islands.
"Well bless me for being an idiot." The bronzy skinned woman crowed. "My name be Merry. Merry UnderGallows, Merry to m' friends, Cheeky Merr to the lads and that damned pirate wench to anyone in a respectable position of authority. O'course I travel by a different names among different people." She laughed loudly as the world began slipping into focus.
"UnderGallows?" She asked as the name stirred something in her throbbing head. "What like the pirate? The one that they tried to hang sixteen times?"
"Thirty, if you count all the times they tried to hang me in Spain." Merry corrected her smiling broadly.
"Well UnderGallows, it seems you've managed to resurrect our guest." The arrogant drunken voice came from the gold-studded mouth of a tanned, dirty looking pirate. Dressed in rough sailors garb he came swaggering across the deck his body moving with the rocking of the ship like she was sure hers never could. "Thought yeh'd gone and died on me there." He told her mournfully. "And that luv, would put a knot in my already precariously tight noose." He grinned crookedly at her. "Though if yeh really want t' hear about nooses and knots yeh'd be better off chatting with UnderGallows here."
"I," Merry began drawing herself up, "am an authority on hanging and being hanged Sparrow. An authority ye can never hope to match."
"Personally luv," he directed the name at the pirate woman now, "I'll not be stretchin' me old lucky stars enough to try to match ye."
"Good thing to Sparrow, I wouldn't want to kill ye to keep me good name." Merry said happily.
"Captain Sparrow, if ye please." The captain corrected her. "And ye can always try UnderGallows, ye can always try."
Merry went off somewhere below deck, no doubt to torment Gibbs, Jack thought.
"And who are you?" Asked the lady.
"I am the one the only CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He said with an extravagant bow. "And ye, me fine lady, are none other then me own captive of war."
"War?" Asked the girl blankly a hard edge coming into her eyes at the word captive.
"Aye, a certified damsel in distress, victim of a tragic personal squabble I had with yer dear daddy." He told her swaggering around like a drunken man, which considering pirates and their rum consumption, he probably was.
"What do you want?" The girl asked a hard snarl in her voice.
"Ah 'tis a complicated thing me fine lady." The pirate told her mournfully. "Ye make a few quips about a rich mans. . . sexual tendencies, and suddenly yeh've got thieves crawling out of the floor boards. Yer fathers employees, we'll call em that instead of knaves and whore sons which is what they are, stole quite the number of valuables from me. And try as I might I could not get em to return them. There were a number o' things that're quite dear to me heart in that little bundle. Me old compass, me pistol and me old hat." He looked at her sadly. "A man just ain't the same without his hat luv, so you see I figured I'd snatch the mans bonny little daughter and hold her prisoner until I get me personal effects back."
"My father has lots of daughters, why did you pick me?" She asked testing her bonds carefully.
"Well luv, seems to me if I'm going to go t' all the trouble of kidnapping a fine lass like yerself it would make sense to kidnap the prettiest one I could find." He grinned at her again.
The girl blinked at him, she was obviously not used to being called "pretty." She was indeed not exactly "pretty" by most standards with dark brown hair and mud colored eyes.
"Ah men may swoon over yer dainty little sisters luv, but I prefer a girl with a bit more meat on 'er bones." He was smiling in a way tavern girls and pirates may have found sexy but the girl found just amusing.
"Does that line work often?" She asked spitefully.
"Yes actually, more then you'd think." He replied. "Now ye see that yer kidnapping was really nothing personal luv. And ye know it would simply break my lil 'eart if ye were t' hold it against me."
"I hope the pieces are sharp enough that I can use them to carve out your tongue." She replied her voice dripping with poison.
The pirate frowned and slapped her roughly across the face. She gasped at the pain and looked up at him confused.
"Keep that silver tongue o' yers in yer mouth luv, or yeh'll be missing a fair number o' teeth by the end of this little adventure."
She spat on him in response.
He raised his hand as though to strike her again and she turned away from the blow flinching.
"Good girl, yer already learning to keep away from a slap. Mind yer manners and keep yer mouth shut and yeh'll leave this ship just as high and mighty as yeh came on it."
She glared at him.
"I'll leave ye to think about that." He trailed off and raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.
"Maria." She said angrily. "My name is Maria."
"I'll leave ye to think about that Maria." He finished before swaggering away.
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Didn't like the ending but :P. Can't decide on Marias personality, to make her a whiny little burden they have to cart around and center the story around Merry and Jack or to make her a cool girl with a bit of a high and mighty complex she needs to overcome? What do you guys think anyway? I can't decide though I feel myself leaning towards the over-coming-high-and- mighty-complex Maria. Review and I will respond accordingly.