***Disclaimer: I don't own PotC, Mr. Dressup, and many many of the other stuff that I've obviously stolen. Well, with a pirate as a muse what can one do? Mr. Dressup is obsessed with singing a Canadian pirate song called 'The Heart of Gold'. Actually, he's just fooling around with the chorus ;-) It's the only real pirate song I know! Anyway, you should be able to figure out that I haven't made this all up 'on me onesies, savvy?' to quote our favourite captain. Thank you all for reviewing! It brings a tear to my eye to see such loyalty! And Jack too, he tells me to give y'all biscuits- but I'll give you cookies instead **throws baskets of cookies** . Rum all around!
I now have a list of Capt. Jack's crew, but I don't know which is our tiny pirate's name. I'm thinking it's either Crimp or Quartetto... This chapter has been planned for a long time... ever since chapter one! Mwaaahahhah! Yes! All insanity is about to break loose! Please strap some sort of safety device on before continuing, I'd hate for us to have any more accidents, like falling off chairs. Read on- if you dare! Hah hah!
Ps If you're having trouble reviewing- which is happening on both of my fics, just go on and email me: sophie_amundsen@hotmail.com and say something like 'Canadian Pirates' in the subject and I'll fish it out of the junk mail, and post your review meself! Kay?***
The pirates broke through the dense jungle and entered into a wide clearing of a sort. It was surrounded by strange ruins rising from the mess of twisting vines. Inhuman faces peered at them with their enormous ears, round bulging eyes, and tiny beaks. They stared in awe at their find.
"This has to be 'Furbalan', the lost capitol of the ancient Furby empire!" said Captain Louis. "Very little is know of them, except that they once were the bane of the entire caribbean, and all of the surrounding peoples paid them tribute and hommage! Why they eventually succumbed, no one can say- But I do wish we knew!"
"Aye, theys be awakening to reclaim their empire methinks!" whispered Mr. Gibbs, his eyes wide and searching the ruins.
Captain Jack mosied up to one of the sculptures and patted it on the beak. "I have a question," he said suddenly. "If they don't have any arms, how'd they build all this?"
"Slave labour!" whispered Mr. Gibbs, still staring. "Aye, we'd all better be real careful like so as we don't end up like the poor rascals that built this place!"
As he said this, Mr. Dressup appeared from the ranks of cowering pirates. He doffed his huge flamboyant hat, and cried in a gruff theatrical voice: "Ah! ho! ho! We be privateers and we have nae fears!"
"Ah, our valiant Mr. Dressup!" said Captain Louis. "Aye, we should all take heart! If we are to succeed in restoring the wig to Governor Swann and come out of here alive!"
"Aye, me mateys! They'll walk the plank! We'll swab the poop deck with 'em then splice the main brace- yo! ho!" shouted Mr. Dressup cutting a caper (techincal term for those little jumps were you click your heels).
"Well said, sir!" said Captain Jack doffing his hat to Mr. Dressup. And on another topic: "So, what shall be our plan of action, I wonder; Against an adversary of such cunning, and so mysterious?"
"Yes, that is a problem," said 'Quartetto'.
"I suggest that Captain Jack be our lookout since he appears to have a certain edge which we lack," said Elizabeth.
"We're privateers and we have no fears!" sang Mr. Dressup suddenly. "With all our friends of the ol' Black Pearl we hurl black-hearted Furbys to the wat'ry whorl! We're pri-va-teers! Yo! ho!"
"Yo! ho!"
The pirates became quiet, and looked to Captain Jack who had already placed his hand on his pistol.
"Yo! ho! yo! ho!" again, the cries in the jungle repeated. Mr. Gibbs looked earnestly at Captain Jack, who frowned in return.
"Everyone's thinking it, I'm only sayin' it... Furbys!" he cried.
"Yo...hooooooo..."
"Aye, I think so!" said Jack. "Quick! Everyone come to me here- stay away from the jungle. Don't wander off! Trust nothing, you hear?"
"Oh mamma! This is scary!" cried 'Quartetto'.
"Augh! Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Augh!" cried Mr. Cotton's Parrot. Mr. Cotton nodded and grimly gazed at the rustling jungle.
"Look!" cried AnaMaria, pointing at a group of musicians entering the clearing. "Another trick?" Jack whirlled around, and saw a troop of the tiny furry penguin-like creatures slowly marching towards them.
"Fire!" shouted Jack, raising his pistol and pulling the trigger. Everyone else followed until the air was thick with powder smoke. When it cleared many of the Furbys lay on the ground with damage from the blast. Then, one by one..
"Mother of God!" cried Mr. Gibbs.
"Oh, not again!" cried Captain Jack.
One by one the 'dead' Furby's stood up, their ears, beaks and faces reforming themselves. In an instant they had regrouped and were advancing once more.
"I really am tired of this non-dead un-living jazz!" said Captain Jack. The Furbys stopped advancing. Will took the initiative and approached them, with his hands held out in greeting.
"Turner! You get back here!" cried Jack, sighing. The lad had no sense at all, he mused.
"Hello," said Will to the disguised Furbys. "My name is Will Turner. We don't mean to intrude, but we're here to find something you've taken." The 'musicians' looked at him, and smiled. "A wig," he finished. They nodded to eachother and were silent.
"Will! Please, get back here?" Tried Jack again. "Pretty please?!"
Will looked back at Jack for a moment. His eyes grew wide, and he lunged at him. Jack was caught completely by surprise, and fell backwards.
"Look out Jack!" cried Will. "There's a- a- Furby on your head!" Jack whirlled around, and snatched at his head, but he couldn't see any Furbys anywhere. He stopped, and stared around. At last he saw what he was looking for- one of the musicians was running off- with his hat! Jack raced forward, and fired his pistol at the musican, but it was too late! Jack was still running into the jungle after his hat, when he suddenly vanished in mid-stride.
"Jack!: cried Mr. Gibbs. Everyone ran to the jungle, frantically looking for a sign of where he had gone or what had happened. "Vanished!" said Mr. Gibbs. "Into the thin air, he did! Oh, I don't like the looks of this! No wig is worth all of this trouble- messing about with the likes of Furbys on their own island! I should have known this be a fool's errand! And now Jack's gone!"
"He couldn't have just- vanished!" said Will. "Could he?" Everyone shook their heads. They couldn't make anything of it. "Well, what do we do now? We can't kill them, and they can do- who knows what to us!"
Suddenly Mr. Cotton's parrot began sqwaking and walking around in the undergrowth. Mr. Cotton walked over to his parrot and peered through the ferns, following the parrot's movements. He leaped back and ran over to the others, frantically motioning for them to follow. Under the ferns, exactly where Jack had been running was a small doll- that looked exactly like Jack Sparrow!
"This is all my fault!" cried Will. "If I had only listened for once! Why am I always so stupid?"
"Don't beat yourself up, lad," said Mr. Gibbs. "At least we know he's not... gone. Just.. changed."
"That looks like a doll," remarked Elizabeth, who had quite a few herself.
"Arg, more like a puppet," said Mr. Dressup who had at least two himself.
"Poor Jack!" said Will, picking up the puppet. He walked apart for a few moments. Some thought he shed a tear or two for the ol' pirate. 'What a waste..." he muttered. Indeed, it was a horrible end for Captain Jack Sparrow. Will slowly put on the puppet, and turned it around towards him. Blinked back his tears, and walked back to the others.
"This is terrible!" said Elizabeth, who actually had begun to cry a little. Deep down she had always liked Captain Jack.
"It's alright darlin'," said Mr. Gibbs, trying to console her. "He knew that the pirates life is a dangerous one. And I'm sure he was ready always to meet his end, who knows where or how."
"What the deevil are you lads yabbering on about?" said Will. Everyone looked up, suddenly very angry at Will; Mr. Gibbs especially, who had been repressing his own grief so he could help the others.
"We've lost the Captain!" he cried angrily. "Jack Sparrow's dead!" He wanted to add that it actually was Will's fault, but he bit his lip. Will tilted his head, and frowned. He looked back at the jungle, and at the others.
"I don't know what you mean," he said, slightly slurring his words. This time AnaMaria stood up for Jack. She walked up to Will and laid him flat with one punch to the face. Will shook his head as he lay on the ground.
"I did NOT deserve that!!" he cried.
"Oh please stop it!" cried Elizabeth, who began crying again. "Don't make fun of him like that!"
"What? Who?" said Will, completely bewhildered.
"How could you?!" said 'Quartetto' kicking him while he was down.
"Hey!! How could I what?! Is this a mutiny? Because if it is I'll have you know what Captain Jack Sparrow does with mutinous scallywags!" said Will, leaping up and staggering back as he grabbed a wounded shin, and reeled from AnaMaria's blow. Mr. Gibbs had had just about enough. He walked up to Will and told him plainly.
"Look, lad. I don't know what you're problem is exactly. But I've served many a season with ol' Jack Sparra' and now- now he's gone. It was your fault for distracting him so the Furbys could steal that hat of his- what made him see them clearly like- and now that's he's gone the first thing you do is mock him?!" he paused. "Will, I'm ashamed to know you. Truly I am. I never thought you would do such a thing!" He looked Will straight in the eye- for a moment. Something there disturbed him and he looked away.
"Joshamee," said Will gently. Mr. Gibbs started and stared at Will. "Is that truly what happened here?" Mr. Gibbs shook his head in disbelief.
"Aye," he whispered. "Aye, Jack Sparrow's gone!" Will frowned again, and looked down at himself. He saw the puppet on his hand.
"This is timber shiverin'!" he cried at last. "That's me!... Without my hat." He looked around at the astonished faces of the crew. "I really really need some rum!" he added, looking around for some.
I now have a list of Capt. Jack's crew, but I don't know which is our tiny pirate's name. I'm thinking it's either Crimp or Quartetto... This chapter has been planned for a long time... ever since chapter one! Mwaaahahhah! Yes! All insanity is about to break loose! Please strap some sort of safety device on before continuing, I'd hate for us to have any more accidents, like falling off chairs. Read on- if you dare! Hah hah!
Ps If you're having trouble reviewing- which is happening on both of my fics, just go on and email me: sophie_amundsen@hotmail.com and say something like 'Canadian Pirates' in the subject and I'll fish it out of the junk mail, and post your review meself! Kay?***
The pirates broke through the dense jungle and entered into a wide clearing of a sort. It was surrounded by strange ruins rising from the mess of twisting vines. Inhuman faces peered at them with their enormous ears, round bulging eyes, and tiny beaks. They stared in awe at their find.
"This has to be 'Furbalan', the lost capitol of the ancient Furby empire!" said Captain Louis. "Very little is know of them, except that they once were the bane of the entire caribbean, and all of the surrounding peoples paid them tribute and hommage! Why they eventually succumbed, no one can say- But I do wish we knew!"
"Aye, theys be awakening to reclaim their empire methinks!" whispered Mr. Gibbs, his eyes wide and searching the ruins.
Captain Jack mosied up to one of the sculptures and patted it on the beak. "I have a question," he said suddenly. "If they don't have any arms, how'd they build all this?"
"Slave labour!" whispered Mr. Gibbs, still staring. "Aye, we'd all better be real careful like so as we don't end up like the poor rascals that built this place!"
As he said this, Mr. Dressup appeared from the ranks of cowering pirates. He doffed his huge flamboyant hat, and cried in a gruff theatrical voice: "Ah! ho! ho! We be privateers and we have nae fears!"
"Ah, our valiant Mr. Dressup!" said Captain Louis. "Aye, we should all take heart! If we are to succeed in restoring the wig to Governor Swann and come out of here alive!"
"Aye, me mateys! They'll walk the plank! We'll swab the poop deck with 'em then splice the main brace- yo! ho!" shouted Mr. Dressup cutting a caper (techincal term for those little jumps were you click your heels).
"Well said, sir!" said Captain Jack doffing his hat to Mr. Dressup. And on another topic: "So, what shall be our plan of action, I wonder; Against an adversary of such cunning, and so mysterious?"
"Yes, that is a problem," said 'Quartetto'.
"I suggest that Captain Jack be our lookout since he appears to have a certain edge which we lack," said Elizabeth.
"We're privateers and we have no fears!" sang Mr. Dressup suddenly. "With all our friends of the ol' Black Pearl we hurl black-hearted Furbys to the wat'ry whorl! We're pri-va-teers! Yo! ho!"
"Yo! ho!"
The pirates became quiet, and looked to Captain Jack who had already placed his hand on his pistol.
"Yo! ho! yo! ho!" again, the cries in the jungle repeated. Mr. Gibbs looked earnestly at Captain Jack, who frowned in return.
"Everyone's thinking it, I'm only sayin' it... Furbys!" he cried.
"Yo...hooooooo..."
"Aye, I think so!" said Jack. "Quick! Everyone come to me here- stay away from the jungle. Don't wander off! Trust nothing, you hear?"
"Oh mamma! This is scary!" cried 'Quartetto'.
"Augh! Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight! Augh!" cried Mr. Cotton's Parrot. Mr. Cotton nodded and grimly gazed at the rustling jungle.
"Look!" cried AnaMaria, pointing at a group of musicians entering the clearing. "Another trick?" Jack whirlled around, and saw a troop of the tiny furry penguin-like creatures slowly marching towards them.
"Fire!" shouted Jack, raising his pistol and pulling the trigger. Everyone else followed until the air was thick with powder smoke. When it cleared many of the Furbys lay on the ground with damage from the blast. Then, one by one..
"Mother of God!" cried Mr. Gibbs.
"Oh, not again!" cried Captain Jack.
One by one the 'dead' Furby's stood up, their ears, beaks and faces reforming themselves. In an instant they had regrouped and were advancing once more.
"I really am tired of this non-dead un-living jazz!" said Captain Jack. The Furbys stopped advancing. Will took the initiative and approached them, with his hands held out in greeting.
"Turner! You get back here!" cried Jack, sighing. The lad had no sense at all, he mused.
"Hello," said Will to the disguised Furbys. "My name is Will Turner. We don't mean to intrude, but we're here to find something you've taken." The 'musicians' looked at him, and smiled. "A wig," he finished. They nodded to eachother and were silent.
"Will! Please, get back here?" Tried Jack again. "Pretty please?!"
Will looked back at Jack for a moment. His eyes grew wide, and he lunged at him. Jack was caught completely by surprise, and fell backwards.
"Look out Jack!" cried Will. "There's a- a- Furby on your head!" Jack whirlled around, and snatched at his head, but he couldn't see any Furbys anywhere. He stopped, and stared around. At last he saw what he was looking for- one of the musicians was running off- with his hat! Jack raced forward, and fired his pistol at the musican, but it was too late! Jack was still running into the jungle after his hat, when he suddenly vanished in mid-stride.
"Jack!: cried Mr. Gibbs. Everyone ran to the jungle, frantically looking for a sign of where he had gone or what had happened. "Vanished!" said Mr. Gibbs. "Into the thin air, he did! Oh, I don't like the looks of this! No wig is worth all of this trouble- messing about with the likes of Furbys on their own island! I should have known this be a fool's errand! And now Jack's gone!"
"He couldn't have just- vanished!" said Will. "Could he?" Everyone shook their heads. They couldn't make anything of it. "Well, what do we do now? We can't kill them, and they can do- who knows what to us!"
Suddenly Mr. Cotton's parrot began sqwaking and walking around in the undergrowth. Mr. Cotton walked over to his parrot and peered through the ferns, following the parrot's movements. He leaped back and ran over to the others, frantically motioning for them to follow. Under the ferns, exactly where Jack had been running was a small doll- that looked exactly like Jack Sparrow!
"This is all my fault!" cried Will. "If I had only listened for once! Why am I always so stupid?"
"Don't beat yourself up, lad," said Mr. Gibbs. "At least we know he's not... gone. Just.. changed."
"That looks like a doll," remarked Elizabeth, who had quite a few herself.
"Arg, more like a puppet," said Mr. Dressup who had at least two himself.
"Poor Jack!" said Will, picking up the puppet. He walked apart for a few moments. Some thought he shed a tear or two for the ol' pirate. 'What a waste..." he muttered. Indeed, it was a horrible end for Captain Jack Sparrow. Will slowly put on the puppet, and turned it around towards him. Blinked back his tears, and walked back to the others.
"This is terrible!" said Elizabeth, who actually had begun to cry a little. Deep down she had always liked Captain Jack.
"It's alright darlin'," said Mr. Gibbs, trying to console her. "He knew that the pirates life is a dangerous one. And I'm sure he was ready always to meet his end, who knows where or how."
"What the deevil are you lads yabbering on about?" said Will. Everyone looked up, suddenly very angry at Will; Mr. Gibbs especially, who had been repressing his own grief so he could help the others.
"We've lost the Captain!" he cried angrily. "Jack Sparrow's dead!" He wanted to add that it actually was Will's fault, but he bit his lip. Will tilted his head, and frowned. He looked back at the jungle, and at the others.
"I don't know what you mean," he said, slightly slurring his words. This time AnaMaria stood up for Jack. She walked up to Will and laid him flat with one punch to the face. Will shook his head as he lay on the ground.
"I did NOT deserve that!!" he cried.
"Oh please stop it!" cried Elizabeth, who began crying again. "Don't make fun of him like that!"
"What? Who?" said Will, completely bewhildered.
"How could you?!" said 'Quartetto' kicking him while he was down.
"Hey!! How could I what?! Is this a mutiny? Because if it is I'll have you know what Captain Jack Sparrow does with mutinous scallywags!" said Will, leaping up and staggering back as he grabbed a wounded shin, and reeled from AnaMaria's blow. Mr. Gibbs had had just about enough. He walked up to Will and told him plainly.
"Look, lad. I don't know what you're problem is exactly. But I've served many a season with ol' Jack Sparra' and now- now he's gone. It was your fault for distracting him so the Furbys could steal that hat of his- what made him see them clearly like- and now that's he's gone the first thing you do is mock him?!" he paused. "Will, I'm ashamed to know you. Truly I am. I never thought you would do such a thing!" He looked Will straight in the eye- for a moment. Something there disturbed him and he looked away.
"Joshamee," said Will gently. Mr. Gibbs started and stared at Will. "Is that truly what happened here?" Mr. Gibbs shook his head in disbelief.
"Aye," he whispered. "Aye, Jack Sparrow's gone!" Will frowned again, and looked down at himself. He saw the puppet on his hand.
"This is timber shiverin'!" he cried at last. "That's me!... Without my hat." He looked around at the astonished faces of the crew. "I really really need some rum!" he added, looking around for some.