Yay. To make up for the absurd shortness of the last chapter, I bring you
*drum roll, please* CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPTER FOUR! Whohoo! Enjoy. Thank you
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Thanks y'all!
I'm sorry I didn't post this chapter sooner-I meant to post it around 4 days ago. Sorry! It completely slipped my mind. But now you have it! So don't whine!
As always, the DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything affiliated with Pirates of the Caribbean or Jack Sparrow.
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"Mom, I'm taking him to the beach!" James pleaded.
"Well I've got to go somewhere with your sister! I won't be able to drive you!" Judy cut in. The family was waiting in the living room for Jack, who was upstairs.
"Fine, we'll *walk* then. JACK! Get down here!" James howled. Moments later, Jack came sliding down the banister of the stairs at top speed. He landed somewhat awkwardly and strutted towards the family in his red and yellow swim trunks with, of course, his new hat still on his head.
"Jack, come on, we're walking to the beach," James piped up. Jack's eyes widened as he took in every word that James uttered.
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James was just barely making his way up on the sidewalk of a rather steep hill. In his arms were loads of various equipment that would be useful for the beach. (And some completely irrelevant items that Jack had begged James to bring along.) Captain Jack was scampering well ahead of James, carrying nothing, and singing to himself as he frolicked. Every now and then, he stopped to admire a pretty girl passing by or something shiny in a shop window.
Finally, after what seemed like miles, there was the sea, glimmering in the vivid sun. There was a mass crowd settled on the sand. Every so often, multicolored umbrellas could be spotted. In the water, people were standing and swimming and floating and surfing. As they made their way over the hill, both boys drew in their breath. Jack, in excitement of seeing the ocean, and James in mere attempt to keep from passing out. But before either could linger for too long, Jack grabbed James and pulled him towards the sand.
"Right...here," Jack said as he plopped down on the sand. He grabbed a towel from James' arms and spread it out on the sand, where he then lay down. James dropped everything he was holding into one hefty pile. After he had successfully caught his breath, he sorted out the pile. Out came some deflated balloons, a dog collar, one of Becky's pink bathing suits, a bottle of rum (all upon Jack's wishes), along with an umbrella, sunglasses, sunscreen, two beach chairs, some extra towels, and a surfboard.
Shortly after James had set up the towels, chairs, and umbrella, and given the rest of the items to Jack, James lathered on some sunscreen and got up, pulling Jack with him. Jack sprinted into the water (in his swim trunks, shirt, and hat), while James waddled slowly after him, carrying the surfboard.
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"Okay....So would that be?" Jack inquired, pointing to the surfboard that James was sitting on.
"You, Captain, are going to learn how to surf," he replied. Jack just stared blankly. As usual.
"Just watch closely." James got on his stomach and paddled out. No waves were coming yet. But as one approached, James turned his board around and started paddling. The wave was right on him. He paddled a bit more and stood up, where he had a great (and awfully long) ride on a fantastic wave. A few moments later, he had gotten back to where Jack was floating.
"See? Now I'm going to teach you to do that!" James stated triumphantly.
"Rubbish. I'll be doin' that without lessons! Anyone could be doing that without lessons!" Jack snapped. Before James could make any attempt to stop him, Jack had snatched the surfboard, and without hesitation, started paddling out. Out in the distance, a colossal wave was collecting, unbeknownst to Jack. He started to paddle. As he turned around for a split second, he finally realized the dimension of the wave he was about to be carried on. He paddled faster and faster, when he realized he was right on the wave. He jumped up. The sun was shining perfectly between two wispy clouds in the sky. A bird soared overhead, chirping. The wind blew gently, and for a moment, all time seemed to stand still. Jack was surfing. Unfortunately, the surfboard was a bit too slippery and Jack lost his footing just a few seconds after he had stood up. He flew backwards, head over heals, where he landed smack belly-first into the water with an earsplitting splash.
"JACK!" James screamed. He swam viciously towards Jack. But when he got there, Jack was just floating. "Jack! Come on!.... Jack?" He was unconscious. Quickly, James dragged him onto shore. Pitifully, Jack lay on the beach on his back, motionless. James stared, ready to give him CPR....but then decided that he would rather not have his lips against Jack's.
"Somebody! Help! Please! My friend needs help!" he cried. A nearby person came rushing to help.
"Uhm...Well, do you know CPR? Can we revive him?" the person asked.
"Well...erm....Yes, I believe I do it's just I...Don't...."
"Well what a great friend YOU be turning out to be!" Jack sputtered in an instant as he sat up abruptly. "It's nice to see who would be saving me if I was ter be in trouble!" he continued. "And when I finally find someone I be thinking I can trust, ye be the one who won't be savin' me!"
"'Ye might as well be throwin' me to the bottom of Davy Jones' locker, James. I can't be believing you anymore." James, who was still in total shock and didn't quite register that Jack had been faking his injury completely, just looked away.
"Jack..I'm sorry. Geez! I mean..don't take it so badly! We can go home now, I suppose," he said as he turned to Jack.
But Jack wasn't there.
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I'm sorry I didn't post this chapter sooner-I meant to post it around 4 days ago. Sorry! It completely slipped my mind. But now you have it! So don't whine!
As always, the DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything affiliated with Pirates of the Caribbean or Jack Sparrow.
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"Mom, I'm taking him to the beach!" James pleaded.
"Well I've got to go somewhere with your sister! I won't be able to drive you!" Judy cut in. The family was waiting in the living room for Jack, who was upstairs.
"Fine, we'll *walk* then. JACK! Get down here!" James howled. Moments later, Jack came sliding down the banister of the stairs at top speed. He landed somewhat awkwardly and strutted towards the family in his red and yellow swim trunks with, of course, his new hat still on his head.
"Jack, come on, we're walking to the beach," James piped up. Jack's eyes widened as he took in every word that James uttered.
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James was just barely making his way up on the sidewalk of a rather steep hill. In his arms were loads of various equipment that would be useful for the beach. (And some completely irrelevant items that Jack had begged James to bring along.) Captain Jack was scampering well ahead of James, carrying nothing, and singing to himself as he frolicked. Every now and then, he stopped to admire a pretty girl passing by or something shiny in a shop window.
Finally, after what seemed like miles, there was the sea, glimmering in the vivid sun. There was a mass crowd settled on the sand. Every so often, multicolored umbrellas could be spotted. In the water, people were standing and swimming and floating and surfing. As they made their way over the hill, both boys drew in their breath. Jack, in excitement of seeing the ocean, and James in mere attempt to keep from passing out. But before either could linger for too long, Jack grabbed James and pulled him towards the sand.
"Right...here," Jack said as he plopped down on the sand. He grabbed a towel from James' arms and spread it out on the sand, where he then lay down. James dropped everything he was holding into one hefty pile. After he had successfully caught his breath, he sorted out the pile. Out came some deflated balloons, a dog collar, one of Becky's pink bathing suits, a bottle of rum (all upon Jack's wishes), along with an umbrella, sunglasses, sunscreen, two beach chairs, some extra towels, and a surfboard.
Shortly after James had set up the towels, chairs, and umbrella, and given the rest of the items to Jack, James lathered on some sunscreen and got up, pulling Jack with him. Jack sprinted into the water (in his swim trunks, shirt, and hat), while James waddled slowly after him, carrying the surfboard.
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"Okay....So would that be?" Jack inquired, pointing to the surfboard that James was sitting on.
"You, Captain, are going to learn how to surf," he replied. Jack just stared blankly. As usual.
"Just watch closely." James got on his stomach and paddled out. No waves were coming yet. But as one approached, James turned his board around and started paddling. The wave was right on him. He paddled a bit more and stood up, where he had a great (and awfully long) ride on a fantastic wave. A few moments later, he had gotten back to where Jack was floating.
"See? Now I'm going to teach you to do that!" James stated triumphantly.
"Rubbish. I'll be doin' that without lessons! Anyone could be doing that without lessons!" Jack snapped. Before James could make any attempt to stop him, Jack had snatched the surfboard, and without hesitation, started paddling out. Out in the distance, a colossal wave was collecting, unbeknownst to Jack. He started to paddle. As he turned around for a split second, he finally realized the dimension of the wave he was about to be carried on. He paddled faster and faster, when he realized he was right on the wave. He jumped up. The sun was shining perfectly between two wispy clouds in the sky. A bird soared overhead, chirping. The wind blew gently, and for a moment, all time seemed to stand still. Jack was surfing. Unfortunately, the surfboard was a bit too slippery and Jack lost his footing just a few seconds after he had stood up. He flew backwards, head over heals, where he landed smack belly-first into the water with an earsplitting splash.
"JACK!" James screamed. He swam viciously towards Jack. But when he got there, Jack was just floating. "Jack! Come on!.... Jack?" He was unconscious. Quickly, James dragged him onto shore. Pitifully, Jack lay on the beach on his back, motionless. James stared, ready to give him CPR....but then decided that he would rather not have his lips against Jack's.
"Somebody! Help! Please! My friend needs help!" he cried. A nearby person came rushing to help.
"Uhm...Well, do you know CPR? Can we revive him?" the person asked.
"Well...erm....Yes, I believe I do it's just I...Don't...."
"Well what a great friend YOU be turning out to be!" Jack sputtered in an instant as he sat up abruptly. "It's nice to see who would be saving me if I was ter be in trouble!" he continued. "And when I finally find someone I be thinking I can trust, ye be the one who won't be savin' me!"
"'Ye might as well be throwin' me to the bottom of Davy Jones' locker, James. I can't be believing you anymore." James, who was still in total shock and didn't quite register that Jack had been faking his injury completely, just looked away.
"Jack..I'm sorry. Geez! I mean..don't take it so badly! We can go home now, I suppose," he said as he turned to Jack.
But Jack wasn't there.
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