August, 2003.
Approximately 0.001 seconds after the end of the last chapter.
The Same Place.
The piratse landed, and ran up to the good guys. "Prepare to die!" they announced.
"I don't think so," the Umbrella said. "You see, we are orphans."
Barbosa was confused. "You are? I thought Elizabeth's dad was still alive and well."
"Yes, and before your pirate caravan procedes to kill us all, bear in mind that we are wards in chancery, and father is an American senator," declared Elizabeth, speaking of Shawna and herself.
"We'd better pause, or danger may befall-their father/guardian is a senator," remarked Barbosa, then shook his head. "It doesn't rhyme."
"You're of the poetical sort," said Shawna suavely. "Surely you can come up with a good rhyme."
"Alright, men! Find a dictionary. We need to find a word to rhyme in this context."
The pirates all scuttled back to The Black Pearl in order to find a dictionary, and Elizabeth, the Umbrella, Shawna, and Jack snuck away in either the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria. Will was so stupid he remained.
August, 2003. Some random port on a random island that is home to many pirates and prostitutes.
"Will is missing!" Elizabeth cried as they stepped off either the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria.
The Umbrella said, in an unconcerned voice, "That is true." Secretly he/it was a little bit jealous of all the attention that dim-bulb Will received from Elizabeth.
"Let's stage a rescue operation!" suggested Sparrow. "And I still need my ship back, anyway."
"Yes, yes!" said his companions. "Let us find a crew!"
To make a long story short, they found a crew, among which was one of Jack's former love interests, Ruth.
"You left me for a blushing maiden of seventeen!" Slap. "I had saved up all my love for forty-seven years!" Slap. "Now you are going to pay for it by having me on your ship!" Slap.
"I didn't deserve that last one," Jack said, rubbing his cheek.
They all snickered.
But, as they were about to board their ship, the sight of the Hillarian Fleet coming into harbor stopped them.
"How could they have found us already?" asked Elizabeth of Shawna.
"No idea . . ." Oh, shoot. If they found her here, they would certainly separate her from her dear Umbrella. And if that happened, the Umbrella might go and commit suicide, for what was he/it to do without its/his Shawna?
"Di immortales," muttered Elizabeth, thinking that Will might die if the Hillarians found her and took her back to Lott. But, thinking on it, it might not be *so* bad if Will kicked the bucket . . . That Umbrella . . . But hadn't she already told Will she was planning to marry Norrington? And if Will died, what would that matter to her? She cleared her mind and quickly thought up a plan.
"Okay, everybody! I have thought up a plan." The four hurriedly whispered to each other, and dispersed.
The piratse landed, and ran up to the good guys. "Prepare to die!" they announced.
"I don't think so," the Umbrella said. "You see, we are orphans."
Barbosa was confused. "You are? I thought Elizabeth's dad was still alive and well."
"Yes, and before your pirate caravan procedes to kill us all, bear in mind that we are wards in chancery, and father is an American senator," declared Elizabeth, speaking of Shawna and herself.
"We'd better pause, or danger may befall-their father/guardian is a senator," remarked Barbosa, then shook his head. "It doesn't rhyme."
"You're of the poetical sort," said Shawna suavely. "Surely you can come up with a good rhyme."
"Alright, men! Find a dictionary. We need to find a word to rhyme in this context."
The pirates all scuttled back to The Black Pearl in order to find a dictionary, and Elizabeth, the Umbrella, Shawna, and Jack snuck away in either the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria. Will was so stupid he remained.
August, 2003. Some random port on a random island that is home to many pirates and prostitutes.
"Will is missing!" Elizabeth cried as they stepped off either the Nina, the Pinta, or the Santa Maria.
The Umbrella said, in an unconcerned voice, "That is true." Secretly he/it was a little bit jealous of all the attention that dim-bulb Will received from Elizabeth.
"Let's stage a rescue operation!" suggested Sparrow. "And I still need my ship back, anyway."
"Yes, yes!" said his companions. "Let us find a crew!"
To make a long story short, they found a crew, among which was one of Jack's former love interests, Ruth.
"You left me for a blushing maiden of seventeen!" Slap. "I had saved up all my love for forty-seven years!" Slap. "Now you are going to pay for it by having me on your ship!" Slap.
"I didn't deserve that last one," Jack said, rubbing his cheek.
They all snickered.
But, as they were about to board their ship, the sight of the Hillarian Fleet coming into harbor stopped them.
"How could they have found us already?" asked Elizabeth of Shawna.
"No idea . . ." Oh, shoot. If they found her here, they would certainly separate her from her dear Umbrella. And if that happened, the Umbrella might go and commit suicide, for what was he/it to do without its/his Shawna?
"Di immortales," muttered Elizabeth, thinking that Will might die if the Hillarians found her and took her back to Lott. But, thinking on it, it might not be *so* bad if Will kicked the bucket . . . That Umbrella . . . But hadn't she already told Will she was planning to marry Norrington? And if Will died, what would that matter to her? She cleared her mind and quickly thought up a plan.
"Okay, everybody! I have thought up a plan." The four hurriedly whispered to each other, and dispersed.