Thankyou for all your votes! ^0^ But, for some reason most of them aren't
showing up on the reviews page. I did get them emailed to me, though, and
choice #3 has the most votes. However, one of the reviewers made up this
really cool thing where all of the choices could be used in a particular
order. First choice #3, then #2, and finally #1. I reeeally loved that
idea, so that's what I've decided I'm going to use it. Again, thankies to
everyone who has reviewed and voted! *tosses chibi Will plushies to
reviewers* Enjoy! -^___^-
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"I can't believe you actually did that, Jack!" Elizabeth scolded Jack in a loud voice. "Went to a bar dressed as a slut~"
"They were your clothes, luv," Jack reminded her.
"~and I don't even want to know what you did in order to get those drinks I can't believe you did this you said you wouldn't go after the rum but you did anyway you're so irresponsible" Elizabeth said in one long sentence, finishing with a gasp for air.
Jack looked at her as innocently as possible while surpressing an accomplished smile. His plan had worked-halfway, really. He hadn't, however, planned to be caught by Elizabeth and Will in the end. And Jack had no earthly idea of what they would do after lecturing him for a good hour.
"I can't believe he pulled it off," noted Will, chuckling a little.
"This is not at all funny, Will," Elizabeth glared at him, making her husband gulp, "What are we going to do with you, Jack?" Elizabeth sighed, looking back at Jack. "We leave you alone for two hours and this is what happens!"
"But you forgot one teensy inseey thing when you left me alone," Jack said with a few dramatic hand gestures.
They both gave him quizzical looks.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he told them, grinning.
Elizabeth shook her head. "And do you even know what would have happened if you were to get caught?" she said, her voice finally loosening up with a hint of concern in her voice, "Jack, we're doing this for your sake."
For a moment, Elizabeth thought she saw a glimmer of understanding in Jack's eyes, but in an instant it had faded away.
"I understand," Jack said solemnly, "So I'll just be off now and think about this alone."
Jack stood up and began walking off.
"You're not getting off that easily," Elizabeth held his shoulder firmly, preventing him from leaving.
"Alright, fine," Jack sighed, a little annoyed, "What're you going to do this time?"
A mischevious grin spread across Elizabeth's face.
~*Several Minutes Later*~
"ELIZABEEETH!" Jack's voice shouted from the basement, "WIIIILL! You two can't just lock me down here in the basement!"
"It's only until we feel you've given up your alchohol addiction," Elizabeth told him calmly.
"And just how long'll that be?" Jack asked, although he was reluctant to hear the answer.
Silence answered him.
"Elizabeth? Will? Are you two still there?"
Again, only silence.
"Great," Jack said to himself quickly, "This is just great! I can't see a thing. There are no lights in here, almost nowhere to move around, and worst of all, no rum. What am I supposed to do about food? And sleeping? Where do they expect me to sleep? Do they~AAAAHHHH!!!"
Jack let out a long, loud, exagerrated scream as he felt something small and furry run across his arm.
"Calm down, Jack, you're just halucinating," he assured himself, "There nothing in this room but you...now if I can only find some matches..."
Jack began feeling around him, the walls, and the clammy cement floor. Eventually his hand came upon what felt like a box of matches. He opened the box, careful not to spill the contents, and lit one of the matches. As soon as he did so, he wished he hadn't.
Before him stood the horror of horrors, the freak of freaks, the stranger of strangers-Michael Jackson. Michael stood before Jack just as terrified as him.
"A, B, C's," Michael began singing, in hopes of warding Jack away, "Easy as 1, 2, 3's..."
"AAAHHHHHHHH!!!," Jack shouted in an attempt to block out the off-key singing.
"It is futile," Michael smiled, "The Keyblade alone cannot seal the door to the darkness. Kingdom Hearts!" Michael turned to the door, which was now emmiting a blackish-silver aura. "Fill me with the power of darkness...supreme darkness..."
Then Michael Jackson spontaneously combusted, the match that Jack was holding went out, and the chapter ended.
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Ummm...no comments. (But as you probably noticed, I was on A LOT of sugar while writing this [and chibi Elizabeth plushies to whomever reviews this time around ^___~]).
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"I can't believe you actually did that, Jack!" Elizabeth scolded Jack in a loud voice. "Went to a bar dressed as a slut~"
"They were your clothes, luv," Jack reminded her.
"~and I don't even want to know what you did in order to get those drinks I can't believe you did this you said you wouldn't go after the rum but you did anyway you're so irresponsible" Elizabeth said in one long sentence, finishing with a gasp for air.
Jack looked at her as innocently as possible while surpressing an accomplished smile. His plan had worked-halfway, really. He hadn't, however, planned to be caught by Elizabeth and Will in the end. And Jack had no earthly idea of what they would do after lecturing him for a good hour.
"I can't believe he pulled it off," noted Will, chuckling a little.
"This is not at all funny, Will," Elizabeth glared at him, making her husband gulp, "What are we going to do with you, Jack?" Elizabeth sighed, looking back at Jack. "We leave you alone for two hours and this is what happens!"
"But you forgot one teensy inseey thing when you left me alone," Jack said with a few dramatic hand gestures.
They both gave him quizzical looks.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," he told them, grinning.
Elizabeth shook her head. "And do you even know what would have happened if you were to get caught?" she said, her voice finally loosening up with a hint of concern in her voice, "Jack, we're doing this for your sake."
For a moment, Elizabeth thought she saw a glimmer of understanding in Jack's eyes, but in an instant it had faded away.
"I understand," Jack said solemnly, "So I'll just be off now and think about this alone."
Jack stood up and began walking off.
"You're not getting off that easily," Elizabeth held his shoulder firmly, preventing him from leaving.
"Alright, fine," Jack sighed, a little annoyed, "What're you going to do this time?"
A mischevious grin spread across Elizabeth's face.
~*Several Minutes Later*~
"ELIZABEEETH!" Jack's voice shouted from the basement, "WIIIILL! You two can't just lock me down here in the basement!"
"It's only until we feel you've given up your alchohol addiction," Elizabeth told him calmly.
"And just how long'll that be?" Jack asked, although he was reluctant to hear the answer.
Silence answered him.
"Elizabeth? Will? Are you two still there?"
Again, only silence.
"Great," Jack said to himself quickly, "This is just great! I can't see a thing. There are no lights in here, almost nowhere to move around, and worst of all, no rum. What am I supposed to do about food? And sleeping? Where do they expect me to sleep? Do they~AAAAHHHH!!!"
Jack let out a long, loud, exagerrated scream as he felt something small and furry run across his arm.
"Calm down, Jack, you're just halucinating," he assured himself, "There nothing in this room but you...now if I can only find some matches..."
Jack began feeling around him, the walls, and the clammy cement floor. Eventually his hand came upon what felt like a box of matches. He opened the box, careful not to spill the contents, and lit one of the matches. As soon as he did so, he wished he hadn't.
Before him stood the horror of horrors, the freak of freaks, the stranger of strangers-Michael Jackson. Michael stood before Jack just as terrified as him.
"A, B, C's," Michael began singing, in hopes of warding Jack away, "Easy as 1, 2, 3's..."
"AAAHHHHHHHH!!!," Jack shouted in an attempt to block out the off-key singing.
"It is futile," Michael smiled, "The Keyblade alone cannot seal the door to the darkness. Kingdom Hearts!" Michael turned to the door, which was now emmiting a blackish-silver aura. "Fill me with the power of darkness...supreme darkness..."
Then Michael Jackson spontaneously combusted, the match that Jack was holding went out, and the chapter ended.
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Ummm...no comments. (But as you probably noticed, I was on A LOT of sugar while writing this [and chibi Elizabeth plushies to whomever reviews this time around ^___~]).