Author's Note (from the Barn)
Hello to all the kind reviewers who left word and encouraged this story along. I am sorry for the delay in writing, but I promise that there are some very good reasons (not the least among them being that all four original writers of this story are seniors in high school, worrying about college applications). Sadly, we were not able to find the time to collaborate on this fun story after the beginning of the new school term, which has thus resulted in a 5-month hiatus.
However, I (the Barn) am in the process of putting together another creative session between all of the original writers, so that we can continue Of Blinking, Blushing, and Rum and give you readers the Captain Jack Sparrow we all know and love (to have fun with).
Anyway, as a sort of peace offering, here is a snippet from Chapter 3:
The next morning, Will rolled over in bed and smelled something that wasn't altogether unpleasant. He lazily opened one eye and saw an unstoppered flask next to his pillow.
The one eye blinked, then blinked again.
Will's hand moved to pick up the flask and investigate, but it found itself stopped by the slap of a sword. "Ouch!" Will looked up to see Jack grinning madly.
"I haven't had a proper duel in a long time, mate. How's about one now?"
Will rolled his eyes. "You've never had a proper duel. Remember? I'd beat you in a fair fight, pirate."
The broad side of Jack's sword thwapped Will's leg. "Where's your sense of play, son? There's no fun in a proper duel. You've got to be quick on your feet, fast as a storm over the sea, ready for anything, savvy?"
Will listened to Jack's words passively, then remembered that first swordplay so long ago. He recalled how his blood was drumming through his veins, honestly fearing for his life, but he was determined to bring down the scoundrel that threatened Elizabeth. That experience validated all those hours of practice, regardless of Jack's teasing. He was a master swordsman, and the adventure that followed that first time surely put that to the test.
"Alright Jack, let's have it."
Hello to all the kind reviewers who left word and encouraged this story along. I am sorry for the delay in writing, but I promise that there are some very good reasons (not the least among them being that all four original writers of this story are seniors in high school, worrying about college applications). Sadly, we were not able to find the time to collaborate on this fun story after the beginning of the new school term, which has thus resulted in a 5-month hiatus.
However, I (the Barn) am in the process of putting together another creative session between all of the original writers, so that we can continue Of Blinking, Blushing, and Rum and give you readers the Captain Jack Sparrow we all know and love (to have fun with).
Anyway, as a sort of peace offering, here is a snippet from Chapter 3:
The next morning, Will rolled over in bed and smelled something that wasn't altogether unpleasant. He lazily opened one eye and saw an unstoppered flask next to his pillow.
The one eye blinked, then blinked again.
Will's hand moved to pick up the flask and investigate, but it found itself stopped by the slap of a sword. "Ouch!" Will looked up to see Jack grinning madly.
"I haven't had a proper duel in a long time, mate. How's about one now?"
Will rolled his eyes. "You've never had a proper duel. Remember? I'd beat you in a fair fight, pirate."
The broad side of Jack's sword thwapped Will's leg. "Where's your sense of play, son? There's no fun in a proper duel. You've got to be quick on your feet, fast as a storm over the sea, ready for anything, savvy?"
Will listened to Jack's words passively, then remembered that first swordplay so long ago. He recalled how his blood was drumming through his veins, honestly fearing for his life, but he was determined to bring down the scoundrel that threatened Elizabeth. That experience validated all those hours of practice, regardless of Jack's teasing. He was a master swordsman, and the adventure that followed that first time surely put that to the test.
"Alright Jack, let's have it."