A/N: Hey all! Thanks for the lovely chapter four
reviews! And without much further
ado; I give you; ado! Hahaha! Juuuust kidding! LOL! I'm lame! Anyway, I'm taking a
break from studying for a test tomorrow O_O Wish me luck. I'll need it. Oh, yeah! And
another thing; read my newest POTC horror/drama fic, Kismet! Er - at least the first
chapter, anyway. Ok Ok, I'll shut up now, here you go:
"Captain!" Ozzy hurried up to the helm of the ship behind Andrea with a dripping bucket
of paint in his clutches, slightly out of breath.
"Ouiiii-aye?" Andrea asked, correcting herself and squinting curiously at the bumbling
crew member.
"I've renamed the ship to throw Sparrow off, Captain, as you told me to," Ozzy said
importantly.
"Good!" the captain answered. "What'd you name it? Anything I suggested? Of course
I really don't care just as long as it's not something stupid."
"Nope!" Ozzy replied, grinning broadly. "I called it; Le Suisse Puissant!" The lady
captain's eyes widened in rage, but she quickly contained her feelings.
"Ozzy," Andrea said flatly, trying to keep her voice under control.
"Yeah?" Ozzy asked, frightfully.
"Who told you to name it that, you can't speak French," she hissed semi-calmly.
"'Twas Yukon, it was!" Ozzy accused as Yukon appeared around a corner, lugging a bag
behind him.
"Wha'?" Yukon asked, hearing his name and turning around.
"Yukon," Andrea sang. "Tell me you DID NOT name my ship The Mighty Chipmunk!"
"I didn't," he answered, shrugging.
"WHAT."
"Only people who understand French would know that's what it actually means..."
"Yukon," the captain whispered, her voice trembling with irrepressible anger. "You
better get back to that ladder now and name it something else!"
"Aye, mademoiselle, I was only joking," he replied, setting his bag down and reaching for
the paint in Ozzy's hands.
"Here yeh go - WHOOPSIE!" Ozzy cried out in alarm as the slippery paint that had
spilled over the sides of the can caused him to drop it; the whole thing conveniently was
tipped over the side of the ship, and this is where Andrea went nuts.
At first, all she did was watch the paint fall over board. Then she stared at Yukon. Then
to Ozzy. She seemed to have forgotten where she was for a moment, then she snapped
out of it with a jolt and a loud string of French cuss words. After that, she danced around
in fury and unexpectedly leapt at Yukon's throat.
"WHY YOU STUPID - IGNORAMUS -"
"Ak - ak - ak -"
"LOST THE PAINT-"
"Ak - ak -"
"NOW I HAVE TO LIVE ON SHIP CALLED THE BLOODY -"
"Ak - ak - ak - ak-tually, it's mighty-"
"-FREAKING CHIPMUNK!"
Ozzy tried to pry Andrea's hands from around Yukon's neck, as his face was turning a
dangerous, yet shockingly nifty-looking blue color.
"Don't you touch me!" Andrea rasped demonically towards Ozzy. He shrunk back in fear
and ran away to a safe corner below deck.
"Ak - Ak - Andrea - Ak - Dear-ak-est! Pl-ak-ease let - ak - me go!" Yukon choked.
"Don't you call me that, you twisted-"
"Ak-"
"Good for nothing!"
"Hostage advancing!" Bob warned from the crow's nest, interveneing for the first time since
Andrea began to strangle Yukon, as he had been watching quietly with a tub of popcorn instead
of doing his usual lookout duties.
"What the f-"
WHACK
With a slam of a pair of tiny fists to the back of the head, Andrea was unexpectedly
knocked to the ground, unconscious, and Yukon gasped many a time before his face returned to it's
normal color.
"THAT'S a surprise attack for you," Jim spat, his hands loosened from their binding and
his gag undone.
"Hey, kid," Yukon growled once recovered. "You'll pay for that."
"I did you a favor!" Jim protested.
"Aye, you did," Yukon said thoughtfully.
"That lady is skitzo, anyway," the boy confirmed.
"All right, that's it," Yukon said. "Back with the gag and binding, or I'll be forcing yeh!"
"You'll have to," Jim retorted. "I don't take orders from enemies!" With a swift
movement, Yukon had the boy pinned against the side of the ship.
"I think your daddy taught you to be a bit TOO headstrong and confident," Yukon said
coolly as Jim struggled. "You could get yourself killed, you could."
"At least I'm not a coward like that one furry idiot!" Jim shot back.
"Ozzy? Well he has some problems," Yukon replied, shrugging.
"He's the one that let me out of that cell."
"No kidding?"
"Aye, all I had to do was threaten him."
Yukon, seeing that Jim showed signs of giving, let go of the boy and stared, towering
above him. Jim didn't make a move to bolt over the side of the ship or anything
impulsive like that. He just stared curiously back up.
"You wanna... You wanna sword fight?" Jim asked, a little embarrassed, covering his
eyes to see into the sun behind Yukon's head. "Not like I'm on your side, or anything,"
he added, quickly.
"No," Yukon said sternly. "Now you stick around and don't cause trouble and I won't
bind and gag you back up again." He turned to leave, and Jim found this to be a swell
chance to catch the man off guard. The boy withdrew his sword in a split second,
proceeding to slice Yukon across the back and perhaps immobilize him, but what was
incredibly astonishing, was that instead of flesh his sword came in contact with, it was
steel.
"You shouldn't challenge me, boy," Yukon said as his sword clanged against Jim's. The
kid's eyes widened in awe.
"That's fast," Jim commented, stunned. He pulled his sword back and attempted to dig it
into the first mate's ribs. Yukon, all too easily, thrusted his own weapon in the way and
threw the sword from Jim's hands. Jim bolted to catch his sword back up, and an
unofficial duel had already begun.
ado; I give you; ado! Hahaha! Juuuust kidding! LOL! I'm lame! Anyway, I'm taking a
break from studying for a test tomorrow O_O Wish me luck. I'll need it. Oh, yeah! And
another thing; read my newest POTC horror/drama fic, Kismet! Er - at least the first
chapter, anyway. Ok Ok, I'll shut up now, here you go:
"Captain!" Ozzy hurried up to the helm of the ship behind Andrea with a dripping bucket
of paint in his clutches, slightly out of breath.
"Ouiiii-aye?" Andrea asked, correcting herself and squinting curiously at the bumbling
crew member.
"I've renamed the ship to throw Sparrow off, Captain, as you told me to," Ozzy said
importantly.
"Good!" the captain answered. "What'd you name it? Anything I suggested? Of course
I really don't care just as long as it's not something stupid."
"Nope!" Ozzy replied, grinning broadly. "I called it; Le Suisse Puissant!" The lady
captain's eyes widened in rage, but she quickly contained her feelings.
"Ozzy," Andrea said flatly, trying to keep her voice under control.
"Yeah?" Ozzy asked, frightfully.
"Who told you to name it that, you can't speak French," she hissed semi-calmly.
"'Twas Yukon, it was!" Ozzy accused as Yukon appeared around a corner, lugging a bag
behind him.
"Wha'?" Yukon asked, hearing his name and turning around.
"Yukon," Andrea sang. "Tell me you DID NOT name my ship The Mighty Chipmunk!"
"I didn't," he answered, shrugging.
"WHAT."
"Only people who understand French would know that's what it actually means..."
"Yukon," the captain whispered, her voice trembling with irrepressible anger. "You
better get back to that ladder now and name it something else!"
"Aye, mademoiselle, I was only joking," he replied, setting his bag down and reaching for
the paint in Ozzy's hands.
"Here yeh go - WHOOPSIE!" Ozzy cried out in alarm as the slippery paint that had
spilled over the sides of the can caused him to drop it; the whole thing conveniently was
tipped over the side of the ship, and this is where Andrea went nuts.
At first, all she did was watch the paint fall over board. Then she stared at Yukon. Then
to Ozzy. She seemed to have forgotten where she was for a moment, then she snapped
out of it with a jolt and a loud string of French cuss words. After that, she danced around
in fury and unexpectedly leapt at Yukon's throat.
"WHY YOU STUPID - IGNORAMUS -"
"Ak - ak - ak -"
"LOST THE PAINT-"
"Ak - ak -"
"NOW I HAVE TO LIVE ON SHIP CALLED THE BLOODY -"
"Ak - ak - ak - ak-tually, it's mighty-"
"-FREAKING CHIPMUNK!"
Ozzy tried to pry Andrea's hands from around Yukon's neck, as his face was turning a
dangerous, yet shockingly nifty-looking blue color.
"Don't you touch me!" Andrea rasped demonically towards Ozzy. He shrunk back in fear
and ran away to a safe corner below deck.
"Ak - Ak - Andrea - Ak - Dear-ak-est! Pl-ak-ease let - ak - me go!" Yukon choked.
"Don't you call me that, you twisted-"
"Ak-"
"Good for nothing!"
"Hostage advancing!" Bob warned from the crow's nest, interveneing for the first time since
Andrea began to strangle Yukon, as he had been watching quietly with a tub of popcorn instead
of doing his usual lookout duties.
"What the f-"
WHACK
With a slam of a pair of tiny fists to the back of the head, Andrea was unexpectedly
knocked to the ground, unconscious, and Yukon gasped many a time before his face returned to it's
normal color.
"THAT'S a surprise attack for you," Jim spat, his hands loosened from their binding and
his gag undone.
"Hey, kid," Yukon growled once recovered. "You'll pay for that."
"I did you a favor!" Jim protested.
"Aye, you did," Yukon said thoughtfully.
"That lady is skitzo, anyway," the boy confirmed.
"All right, that's it," Yukon said. "Back with the gag and binding, or I'll be forcing yeh!"
"You'll have to," Jim retorted. "I don't take orders from enemies!" With a swift
movement, Yukon had the boy pinned against the side of the ship.
"I think your daddy taught you to be a bit TOO headstrong and confident," Yukon said
coolly as Jim struggled. "You could get yourself killed, you could."
"At least I'm not a coward like that one furry idiot!" Jim shot back.
"Ozzy? Well he has some problems," Yukon replied, shrugging.
"He's the one that let me out of that cell."
"No kidding?"
"Aye, all I had to do was threaten him."
Yukon, seeing that Jim showed signs of giving, let go of the boy and stared, towering
above him. Jim didn't make a move to bolt over the side of the ship or anything
impulsive like that. He just stared curiously back up.
"You wanna... You wanna sword fight?" Jim asked, a little embarrassed, covering his
eyes to see into the sun behind Yukon's head. "Not like I'm on your side, or anything,"
he added, quickly.
"No," Yukon said sternly. "Now you stick around and don't cause trouble and I won't
bind and gag you back up again." He turned to leave, and Jim found this to be a swell
chance to catch the man off guard. The boy withdrew his sword in a split second,
proceeding to slice Yukon across the back and perhaps immobilize him, but what was
incredibly astonishing, was that instead of flesh his sword came in contact with, it was
steel.
"You shouldn't challenge me, boy," Yukon said as his sword clanged against Jim's. The
kid's eyes widened in awe.
"That's fast," Jim commented, stunned. He pulled his sword back and attempted to dig it
into the first mate's ribs. Yukon, all too easily, thrusted his own weapon in the way and
threw the sword from Jim's hands. Jim bolted to catch his sword back up, and an
unofficial duel had already begun.