**Disclaimer: Let's see... nope. I still don't own all that stuff. In addition, I don't own monkeys, rabbis (if that IS the plural), or Air Canada. There's no need to critique my French skills, which I haven't used in 5 years. I have Francophone friends of my own to tell me what a bad Canadian I am- and what a bad French Canadian too! (Well... part french.. part lots of other stuff ;-) Regarding the parrot... I think I'll switch to "Mr. Cottin's Parrot"... maybe. I just like animals named "Mr."... ahem... so, I guess I own Mr. Collins the Parrot.. It's a start anyway!
By the by- these: are french quotation marks, 'kay? Chapter 5 is already in the works, but won't be posted until the 26th, and so probably won't be up untilt he 27th. **
"Yo ho, yo ho," sang the wildly swaggering rum-filled Captain Jack Sparrow, as he celebrated their return to the open sea. "A primates life for me- hic!"
It didn't take them long to find their way to the coves along the south shore of Nova Scotia where they hoped to find Captain Louis Spirit Bear.
"God, I love being a pirate!" cried Captain Jack as he slowly slid to the deck, his legs turning to noodles- metaphorically speaking. "I don't know what I'd do if I wasn't a pirate!" he mused.
"We don't either, Jack," said Elizabeth, affectionately, as she tried to help him up.
"You know," he slurred, "My father wanted me to be a rabbi." He blinked, as though he wasn't quite seeing properly- which he wasn't. I'd say it was... the rum. "But I wasn't Jewish." He turned to Elizabeth, who had to hold her breath- again, because of the rum. He looked at her meaningfully, and raised his finger. "Maybe," he said, "Maybe he meant: 'wheel-wright'... Ol' dad was drunk a lot you know," he sighed. "Broke my heart, it did."
The Black Pearl glided into a long, misty bay bounded by steep hills covered with towering pines and mossy hemlock trees. Captain Jack turned to Elizabeth again.
"And that's-" he said, about to lapse into another well known Jack Sparrow phrase. His eyes narrowed, as he peered beyond Elizabeth.
"A duck."
A large bird was standing on the railing of The Black Pearl.
"I think.." said Jack, as he held a hand to his throbbing head. The bird, which was actually a Canada Goose, not often seen in the Caribbean (I would think...) jumped down onto the deck and waddled into the midst of the crew. It flapped its wings.
"Mesdames et messieurs," it said. "Mon Capitaine, Louis Spirit Bear, invite vous venir pour une conférence avec lui à son petite baie cet après-midi. Si vous l'acceptez, il est nécessaire que vous suiviez moi."
"That duck just swore at me!" cried Captain Jack, reaching for one of his pistols. Elizabeth held him steady. The 'duck' resumed.
"Ladies and gentlemen. My captain, Louis Spirit Bear, invites all of you to come to his cove this afternoon for a parlay." said the goose.
"Oh.." murmured Jack, as he let go of his pistol.
"If you accept, it is necessary for you to follow me."
"It's bilingual!" exclaimed Will, who was feeling pretty low for not being bilingual himself. After all, it would make him even more attractive.
"Pour le service en Français, dites-vous Arrr...oui maintenant. For service in English, say 'Arrr...aye' now."
"Arrr...aye!" said everyone, altogether.
"Thank you for choosing Air Canada," said the goose. "Follow me, please."
The goose leaped into the air, and after a few hard flaps of its wings was gliding gracefully a few metres in front of the bow of The Black Pearl. It became obvious that, without the help of the duck- er.. goose, they would never have found their way around the maze of inlets. Eventually the goose veered towards what looked like a cliff. They were about to turn back, thinking it was a trick, when they spotted light coming from somewhere near, or possibly inside it. They cautiously followed the goose, and after a sharp turn around the edge of the drop off, they found that there was a sort of natural tunnel.
"Nice," said Captain Jack, appreciatively.
The tunnel quickly opened onto a wide, natural harbour shadowed over with the same steep hillsides and trees of the coast, except there was a landing at one end where a tall ship was docked. The goose soared on ahead to the dock, and the Black Pearl was soon at rest next to- The Penetanguishene.
Captain Jack and his crew looked around, from the docks. It was all so... different. So, very un-tropical. But they didn't have to wait long for company. Three men walked out from a small, clean-looking clapboard house at the end of the dock. One of them, was obviously the man they had come to see.
"Captain Spirt Bear, is it?" asked Captain Jack, genteelly.
"It is," smiled the other captain. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine day?"
"My dear Captain, you have the pleasure of meeting the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow- scourge of the Caribbean."
"A pleasure indeed!" cried the young Captain, laughing good-naturedly. "You are quite a way from home, sir."
Jack really liked this fellow. He really seemed to give him that crucial respect that every pirate captain longs for.. himself especially.
"Uhmm.. yes, we know," said Jack. "Look, I really hate to trouble you, but we need your help."
"Well, we can talk about that now if you like. You are all welcome to join me and my crew. The British pay us well enough to make life here quite pleasant, and then there's all of the booty we get."
"Booty?" inquired- yes...
Captain Spirit Bear didn't see him at first, but when he did his smile grew even wider.
"Yes, we get our share of booty here in Acadia." The little guy liked the captain too.
"Hi Louis," said Anna Maria. "Do you remember me?"
"Is it.. Anna? Why, this is more than a fine day-" he gave her a big hug. "I haven't seen you in ages! But I thought you wanted to be the captain of your own ship-"
"Don't!" cried Captain Jack. "Please-"
"Yeah!" spat Anna Maria. "He stole it!"
"I- borrowed it.."
"And then it SANK!"
"I said I would get you another one!" Said Captain Jack. "Please," he pleaded. "Not in front of the other captain... I'll look so.. sordid."
Captain Louis smiled at all of them. "Ah, come on in- all of you and we'll see if I can help."
By the by- these: are french quotation marks, 'kay? Chapter 5 is already in the works, but won't be posted until the 26th, and so probably won't be up untilt he 27th. **
"Yo ho, yo ho," sang the wildly swaggering rum-filled Captain Jack Sparrow, as he celebrated their return to the open sea. "A primates life for me- hic!"
It didn't take them long to find their way to the coves along the south shore of Nova Scotia where they hoped to find Captain Louis Spirit Bear.
"God, I love being a pirate!" cried Captain Jack as he slowly slid to the deck, his legs turning to noodles- metaphorically speaking. "I don't know what I'd do if I wasn't a pirate!" he mused.
"We don't either, Jack," said Elizabeth, affectionately, as she tried to help him up.
"You know," he slurred, "My father wanted me to be a rabbi." He blinked, as though he wasn't quite seeing properly- which he wasn't. I'd say it was... the rum. "But I wasn't Jewish." He turned to Elizabeth, who had to hold her breath- again, because of the rum. He looked at her meaningfully, and raised his finger. "Maybe," he said, "Maybe he meant: 'wheel-wright'... Ol' dad was drunk a lot you know," he sighed. "Broke my heart, it did."
The Black Pearl glided into a long, misty bay bounded by steep hills covered with towering pines and mossy hemlock trees. Captain Jack turned to Elizabeth again.
"And that's-" he said, about to lapse into another well known Jack Sparrow phrase. His eyes narrowed, as he peered beyond Elizabeth.
"A duck."
A large bird was standing on the railing of The Black Pearl.
"I think.." said Jack, as he held a hand to his throbbing head. The bird, which was actually a Canada Goose, not often seen in the Caribbean (I would think...) jumped down onto the deck and waddled into the midst of the crew. It flapped its wings.
"Mesdames et messieurs," it said. "Mon Capitaine, Louis Spirit Bear, invite vous venir pour une conférence avec lui à son petite baie cet après-midi. Si vous l'acceptez, il est nécessaire que vous suiviez moi."
"That duck just swore at me!" cried Captain Jack, reaching for one of his pistols. Elizabeth held him steady. The 'duck' resumed.
"Ladies and gentlemen. My captain, Louis Spirit Bear, invites all of you to come to his cove this afternoon for a parlay." said the goose.
"Oh.." murmured Jack, as he let go of his pistol.
"If you accept, it is necessary for you to follow me."
"It's bilingual!" exclaimed Will, who was feeling pretty low for not being bilingual himself. After all, it would make him even more attractive.
"Pour le service en Français, dites-vous Arrr...oui maintenant. For service in English, say 'Arrr...aye' now."
"Arrr...aye!" said everyone, altogether.
"Thank you for choosing Air Canada," said the goose. "Follow me, please."
The goose leaped into the air, and after a few hard flaps of its wings was gliding gracefully a few metres in front of the bow of The Black Pearl. It became obvious that, without the help of the duck- er.. goose, they would never have found their way around the maze of inlets. Eventually the goose veered towards what looked like a cliff. They were about to turn back, thinking it was a trick, when they spotted light coming from somewhere near, or possibly inside it. They cautiously followed the goose, and after a sharp turn around the edge of the drop off, they found that there was a sort of natural tunnel.
"Nice," said Captain Jack, appreciatively.
The tunnel quickly opened onto a wide, natural harbour shadowed over with the same steep hillsides and trees of the coast, except there was a landing at one end where a tall ship was docked. The goose soared on ahead to the dock, and the Black Pearl was soon at rest next to- The Penetanguishene.
Captain Jack and his crew looked around, from the docks. It was all so... different. So, very un-tropical. But they didn't have to wait long for company. Three men walked out from a small, clean-looking clapboard house at the end of the dock. One of them, was obviously the man they had come to see.
"Captain Spirt Bear, is it?" asked Captain Jack, genteelly.
"It is," smiled the other captain. "And who do I have the pleasure of meeting this fine day?"
"My dear Captain, you have the pleasure of meeting the one and only Captain Jack Sparrow- scourge of the Caribbean."
"A pleasure indeed!" cried the young Captain, laughing good-naturedly. "You are quite a way from home, sir."
Jack really liked this fellow. He really seemed to give him that crucial respect that every pirate captain longs for.. himself especially.
"Uhmm.. yes, we know," said Jack. "Look, I really hate to trouble you, but we need your help."
"Well, we can talk about that now if you like. You are all welcome to join me and my crew. The British pay us well enough to make life here quite pleasant, and then there's all of the booty we get."
"Booty?" inquired- yes...
Captain Spirit Bear didn't see him at first, but when he did his smile grew even wider.
"Yes, we get our share of booty here in Acadia." The little guy liked the captain too.
"Hi Louis," said Anna Maria. "Do you remember me?"
"Is it.. Anna? Why, this is more than a fine day-" he gave her a big hug. "I haven't seen you in ages! But I thought you wanted to be the captain of your own ship-"
"Don't!" cried Captain Jack. "Please-"
"Yeah!" spat Anna Maria. "He stole it!"
"I- borrowed it.."
"And then it SANK!"
"I said I would get you another one!" Said Captain Jack. "Please," he pleaded. "Not in front of the other captain... I'll look so.. sordid."
Captain Louis smiled at all of them. "Ah, come on in- all of you and we'll see if I can help."