August, 2003.
Isle of Death.
Three minutes after the last chapter.
"Men, we've worked on this for the last ten years, and we're going to get rid of this curse at last, even though, from an economic standpoint, it isn't a good idea. Could you now behave like a mixture between football fans and dogs, and bark in anticipation?"
Barbosa forced the medallion into Elizabeth's hand and slashed her palm.
"That's all? You mean the author couldn't think of something more exciting than the movie?"
"Yes."
"What a lame parody to be in."
"You forget, this is not a parody, this is an rpardody. Now permit me to realize that cutting you up did not work."
"Okay."
"Did it work?" asked an idiotic pirate.
Barbosa pulled out his pistol, shot at the pirate who asked, and completely missed, hitting the support rope of the large chandelier that somebody had placed directly above them all. This, of course, cut the said rope in two and brought the chandelier crashing down on them all, except for Shawna, who, as a Mary Sue, miraculously escaped.
August, 2003. Isle of Death. Immediately after we last left Jack and Will two chapters ago.
Jack and Will entered the cave.
"Hey, that's my girlfriend," breathed Will, barely retaining the common sense not to shout out.
"Yes. Now, let's figure out how to rescue her."
"Jack, they're going to kill her, and we're not doing anything." Will pulled out his sword and prepared to run into the middle of it all. In fact, he did run into the middle of it all, or would have, had Sparrow not tripped him.
"What'd you do that for?" Will demanded, affronted.
"To ask you a question of the deepest importance. Have you ever seen 'The Matrix'?"
"You're preventing me from saving the love of my life and giving me a needed ego boost because of the Matrix?! Of COURSE I've seen the Matrix. Everybody has seen the Matrix."
"I haven't. Anyway, you know how the dude can make the bullets do what he wants them to do?"
"Yeah?"
"I bet you that I can do that, too."
"You can not."
"Can too."
"Can not."
"Can."
"Not."
"Can."
"Not."
"Watch me!" hissed the captain of the Black Pearl as Barbosa shot his pistol at the pirate. Jack adopted a look of spiritual serenity not unlike the sort Buddhism requires when mediating, and the bullet made the chandelier fall onto everybody.
"Can."
"Hurray!" cheered Bo Peep, an etch-a-sketch, a viewmaster, several sheep, Mr. Potato Head, and a T-Rex.
"That was neither Matrix-like talent nor falling with style," said Jack. "That was bad aim."
"Men, we've worked on this for the last ten years, and we're going to get rid of this curse at last, even though, from an economic standpoint, it isn't a good idea. Could you now behave like a mixture between football fans and dogs, and bark in anticipation?"
Barbosa forced the medallion into Elizabeth's hand and slashed her palm.
"That's all? You mean the author couldn't think of something more exciting than the movie?"
"Yes."
"What a lame parody to be in."
"You forget, this is not a parody, this is an rpardody. Now permit me to realize that cutting you up did not work."
"Okay."
"Did it work?" asked an idiotic pirate.
Barbosa pulled out his pistol, shot at the pirate who asked, and completely missed, hitting the support rope of the large chandelier that somebody had placed directly above them all. This, of course, cut the said rope in two and brought the chandelier crashing down on them all, except for Shawna, who, as a Mary Sue, miraculously escaped.
August, 2003. Isle of Death. Immediately after we last left Jack and Will two chapters ago.
Jack and Will entered the cave.
"Hey, that's my girlfriend," breathed Will, barely retaining the common sense not to shout out.
"Yes. Now, let's figure out how to rescue her."
"Jack, they're going to kill her, and we're not doing anything." Will pulled out his sword and prepared to run into the middle of it all. In fact, he did run into the middle of it all, or would have, had Sparrow not tripped him.
"What'd you do that for?" Will demanded, affronted.
"To ask you a question of the deepest importance. Have you ever seen 'The Matrix'?"
"You're preventing me from saving the love of my life and giving me a needed ego boost because of the Matrix?! Of COURSE I've seen the Matrix. Everybody has seen the Matrix."
"I haven't. Anyway, you know how the dude can make the bullets do what he wants them to do?"
"Yeah?"
"I bet you that I can do that, too."
"You can not."
"Can too."
"Can not."
"Can."
"Not."
"Can."
"Not."
"Watch me!" hissed the captain of the Black Pearl as Barbosa shot his pistol at the pirate. Jack adopted a look of spiritual serenity not unlike the sort Buddhism requires when mediating, and the bullet made the chandelier fall onto everybody.
"Can."
"Hurray!" cheered Bo Peep, an etch-a-sketch, a viewmaster, several sheep, Mr. Potato Head, and a T-Rex.
"That was neither Matrix-like talent nor falling with style," said Jack. "That was bad aim."