***Dislaimer: See chapters 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, and 12. Aw... We're almost at the end folks. I've already sketched out the end of this adventure. I've had a lot of fun writing this, and I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed writing. You can always catch more Philosopher Cat silliness at 'You're Up Matey' which, who knows, might have furbys one day as well.
Woot! I dragged my mom to see PotC yesterday! We came in late (AAAAH!) right at "the blade is folded steel". This is what she had to say about Jack: "I want to take him home and put him in my closet!" Me and her have been going through some bad times this last year- a separation. And I thought, what's better to cheer someone up that Captain Jack?! And it worked- beautifully! Johnny has a new fan! She also thought his curling his moustache was very seductive! Hee hee... don't tell her I said so!
Mouself: My friends are putting up a fight. What is wrong with them?!
Jade LaBeouf; Aw, thanks a lot! *pout* Don't read the reviews, anyone!! Actually, that is really obvious, I admit. But it's so hard to keep Bootie under wraps. But it'll still be surprising, I promise ;-)
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While Mitten the furby was leading all of them through the fungle towards the centre of furby territory, High King Muffin was having personal problems of his own. He reclined on his bed of red velvet, although Furbys don't have arms or anything so we might as well say that he was lying on his side- but he was desperately trying to look sexy in a furby sort of way.
The object of his affection, a pink and white furby, only stared aghast and flapped her ears in dismay. Muffin shuffled over to her and put on some music.
"What's new pussy cat? Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh-whoa!"
Muffin wagged his ears suggestively. "Mingo," he coed.
"No, " she replied, closing her huge eyes with a snap. "Mingo wait for Mitten."
Yes, to further complicate things Muffin had abducted Mitten's girlfriend, Mingo, in the hopes that she would want to rule the world with him and governor Swann's wig. Mitten, meanwhile, was keeping all of this to himself. He wasn't sure if he could trust his new companions.
As they drew near to the dark, centre of the jungle Captain Louis came to the conlusion that all was not well, and that something had to be done. Ever since Captain Sparrow had left, so to speak, Jack's crew had quickly lost confidence in the adventure, and looked weary and ill-prepared to meet the dangers that lay ahead. That could be very dangerous, indeed.
"Wait, everyone, there's something we have to sort out," he said before they went any further. His crew alertly responded by stopping, but Jack's crew seemed a little delayed and lethargic. Louis frowned, it seemed to be getting worse. "I know, " he resumed. "That some of you may think that this is the wrong time to say this, but we need Captain Jack Sparrow." Nearly everyone seemed to look down, but it was unclear if they agreed or not. "Just look at us," he said. "The heart has gone right out of the thing. It's not just a matter of having the man around, he's cunning, and spirited. Those are the very qualities I see lacking here."
"Hey! We can be cunning!" said one of Louis' crew. Louis raised his hands in conciliation.
"Yes, but don't you see? Jack's different. I can't pin it down; what it is that makes him such an excellent pirate. All I know is that this crew of his, after their Captain's departure, is not the same crew; it is an unfit crew." Some of the pirates grumbled as he said this. "I mean what I say, and I mean no disrespect, but a captain's a part of his crew. Of it he is the head, and once you remove the captain the crew is never the same. We need that crew, and that Captain."
"Aye, the Cap'n's right, ar!" said Mr. Dressup dramatically, as usual. Louis nodded and walked over to Mr. Gibbs who still carried Jack.
"I would say that this is an important decision," said Louis smiling. "And under The Code of Captain Bartholomew Roberts, all such decisions are settled by a majority vote. I volunteer to be Jack's right arm, so to speak."
The vote was swiftly done, all of Jack's crew declared that they wanted him back, while a few of Louis' men liked the plan, but enough for the decision to be made that Jack should be brought back.
"No," said Will suddenly. Everyone turned to him, startled. "I'll volunteer. Your crew needs you as much as we need Jack. And-" he paused. "It is my fault that this happened to him in the first place. It's only right."
Louis nodded. "Good, brave lad," he said. "You're full of surprises, you blacksmith!" he laughed. "Quite a pirate at heart, eh?" Will smiled thinly, thinking of the irony of that statement. He lost no time in taking Jack from Mr. Gibbs and putting the puppet on his hand, just in case he should change his mind, for in all honesty it scared the b'Jaisus out of him...
Will looked around confusedly. "It didn't work!" he said, but something told the others that it had. "I'm still here!"
"No, Jack..." said Elizabeth, who was getting tired of explainations. "Everything's alright. We needed you back." He suddenly allowed his face to crack into the largest smile in him before he regained some composure.
"Well, I am Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, a grin threatening to crack the smile once more. He shifted, and his eyes became more serious. "But what of William?"
"He volunteered, " said Captain Louis. "The lad feels guilty, for his rashness earlier." Will scratched his chin where his braids used to be.
"We had better put an end to all of this, and fast," he said at last. "You, there, Mitten. How much further?"
"Ooh. Not far," said the furby. "First find hat. That easy, get it more hard, but we do."
"Brave little gob, ain't ya?" said Mr. Gibbs. "What's in it for you, anyway? Why are you helping us?" Mitten was silent.
"Me help," Was all he said.
"We don't have much of a choice, Joshamee," said Will. They continued with renewed determination into the heart of the jungle. Every step seemed to heighten their senses as the light grew dimer.
"We had better make a camp for the night," said Louis, as it became too dark to navigate through the brush. "Any ideas, Mr.Mitten?"
"We okay being, anywhere," said Mitten. "They no attack us here."
"Really?" said AnaMaria. "It doesn't make any sense. They shouldn't allow us to get this close. I don't like the way this is going!"
"AnaMaria," said Will. "I understand the sentiment, but we can't do any better. We will keep a watch, all night. That is the best that we can do, under the circumstances."
"Aye," said AnaMaria. "I just don't like being vulnerable."
"I'll keep the first watch," said Will. "Rest of you start making camp." Everyone gratefully rested for a moment, and then began to work on clearing a space in the brush for them to sleep for the night. Louis found enough dry grasses to start a fire. Elizabeth didn't really know what to do, so she tried to stay out of their way.
Woot! I dragged my mom to see PotC yesterday! We came in late (AAAAH!) right at "the blade is folded steel". This is what she had to say about Jack: "I want to take him home and put him in my closet!" Me and her have been going through some bad times this last year- a separation. And I thought, what's better to cheer someone up that Captain Jack?! And it worked- beautifully! Johnny has a new fan! She also thought his curling his moustache was very seductive! Hee hee... don't tell her I said so!
Mouself: My friends are putting up a fight. What is wrong with them?!
Jade LaBeouf; Aw, thanks a lot! *pout* Don't read the reviews, anyone!! Actually, that is really obvious, I admit. But it's so hard to keep Bootie under wraps. But it'll still be surprising, I promise ;-)
***
While Mitten the furby was leading all of them through the fungle towards the centre of furby territory, High King Muffin was having personal problems of his own. He reclined on his bed of red velvet, although Furbys don't have arms or anything so we might as well say that he was lying on his side- but he was desperately trying to look sexy in a furby sort of way.
The object of his affection, a pink and white furby, only stared aghast and flapped her ears in dismay. Muffin shuffled over to her and put on some music.
"What's new pussy cat? Whoa-whoa-whoa-oh-whoa!"
Muffin wagged his ears suggestively. "Mingo," he coed.
"No, " she replied, closing her huge eyes with a snap. "Mingo wait for Mitten."
Yes, to further complicate things Muffin had abducted Mitten's girlfriend, Mingo, in the hopes that she would want to rule the world with him and governor Swann's wig. Mitten, meanwhile, was keeping all of this to himself. He wasn't sure if he could trust his new companions.
As they drew near to the dark, centre of the jungle Captain Louis came to the conlusion that all was not well, and that something had to be done. Ever since Captain Sparrow had left, so to speak, Jack's crew had quickly lost confidence in the adventure, and looked weary and ill-prepared to meet the dangers that lay ahead. That could be very dangerous, indeed.
"Wait, everyone, there's something we have to sort out," he said before they went any further. His crew alertly responded by stopping, but Jack's crew seemed a little delayed and lethargic. Louis frowned, it seemed to be getting worse. "I know, " he resumed. "That some of you may think that this is the wrong time to say this, but we need Captain Jack Sparrow." Nearly everyone seemed to look down, but it was unclear if they agreed or not. "Just look at us," he said. "The heart has gone right out of the thing. It's not just a matter of having the man around, he's cunning, and spirited. Those are the very qualities I see lacking here."
"Hey! We can be cunning!" said one of Louis' crew. Louis raised his hands in conciliation.
"Yes, but don't you see? Jack's different. I can't pin it down; what it is that makes him such an excellent pirate. All I know is that this crew of his, after their Captain's departure, is not the same crew; it is an unfit crew." Some of the pirates grumbled as he said this. "I mean what I say, and I mean no disrespect, but a captain's a part of his crew. Of it he is the head, and once you remove the captain the crew is never the same. We need that crew, and that Captain."
"Aye, the Cap'n's right, ar!" said Mr. Dressup dramatically, as usual. Louis nodded and walked over to Mr. Gibbs who still carried Jack.
"I would say that this is an important decision," said Louis smiling. "And under The Code of Captain Bartholomew Roberts, all such decisions are settled by a majority vote. I volunteer to be Jack's right arm, so to speak."
The vote was swiftly done, all of Jack's crew declared that they wanted him back, while a few of Louis' men liked the plan, but enough for the decision to be made that Jack should be brought back.
"No," said Will suddenly. Everyone turned to him, startled. "I'll volunteer. Your crew needs you as much as we need Jack. And-" he paused. "It is my fault that this happened to him in the first place. It's only right."
Louis nodded. "Good, brave lad," he said. "You're full of surprises, you blacksmith!" he laughed. "Quite a pirate at heart, eh?" Will smiled thinly, thinking of the irony of that statement. He lost no time in taking Jack from Mr. Gibbs and putting the puppet on his hand, just in case he should change his mind, for in all honesty it scared the b'Jaisus out of him...
Will looked around confusedly. "It didn't work!" he said, but something told the others that it had. "I'm still here!"
"No, Jack..." said Elizabeth, who was getting tired of explainations. "Everything's alright. We needed you back." He suddenly allowed his face to crack into the largest smile in him before he regained some composure.
"Well, I am Captain Jack Sparrow," he said, a grin threatening to crack the smile once more. He shifted, and his eyes became more serious. "But what of William?"
"He volunteered, " said Captain Louis. "The lad feels guilty, for his rashness earlier." Will scratched his chin where his braids used to be.
"We had better put an end to all of this, and fast," he said at last. "You, there, Mitten. How much further?"
"Ooh. Not far," said the furby. "First find hat. That easy, get it more hard, but we do."
"Brave little gob, ain't ya?" said Mr. Gibbs. "What's in it for you, anyway? Why are you helping us?" Mitten was silent.
"Me help," Was all he said.
"We don't have much of a choice, Joshamee," said Will. They continued with renewed determination into the heart of the jungle. Every step seemed to heighten their senses as the light grew dimer.
"We had better make a camp for the night," said Louis, as it became too dark to navigate through the brush. "Any ideas, Mr.Mitten?"
"We okay being, anywhere," said Mitten. "They no attack us here."
"Really?" said AnaMaria. "It doesn't make any sense. They shouldn't allow us to get this close. I don't like the way this is going!"
"AnaMaria," said Will. "I understand the sentiment, but we can't do any better. We will keep a watch, all night. That is the best that we can do, under the circumstances."
"Aye," said AnaMaria. "I just don't like being vulnerable."
"I'll keep the first watch," said Will. "Rest of you start making camp." Everyone gratefully rested for a moment, and then began to work on clearing a space in the brush for them to sleep for the night. Louis found enough dry grasses to start a fire. Elizabeth didn't really know what to do, so she tried to stay out of their way.