A/N: Wow, guess what? Another test tomorrow! I have this
habit of writing chapters to
keep me from going ballistic with the pressure of test grades and diverting my attention
to... completely irrelevant stuff. As my friend Blaa would say - "Big words." That
dweeb.
Andrea blinked awake and groaned, rubbing the back of her head. She heard the sound of
swords clashing and squinted up to see where it was coming from. When her eyes
adjusted, her mouth dropped. She then became very angry (to say the least).
"YUKON!" Andrea roared, hopping up from her place on the deck of the ship. Both
Yukon and Jim froze, with identical astonished looks on their faces. "What are you
doing?" she asked, dangerously.
"I well, I was..." Yukon started. Then he stared at the boy, who blinked back at him.
"Get back to your cell!" he ordered sternly.
"Fine!" Jim shouted, throwing his sword down. Then he muttered under his breath so
only Yukon could hear; "We'll fight again."
"Aye, we will," Yukon muttered back. Andrea glowered at him. "I'm going, I'm going!"
he said, defensively throwing his hands up and steering the boy down the stairs to the
lower levels by a shoulder.
"Oy, BOB!" Andrea yelled loud enough to make the lookout start and almost topple from
his post.
"Aye, Cap'n?" Bob answered, attentive.
"Keep your eye on the sea," she snapped, spinning on her heel and stalking off to her
cabin.
*
"I'm unhappy. My shoes are wet, my hair is all wind-ruffled, and I'm having the worst
day of my life! I wish we could go back home! I knew this was a bad idea, but look at
the mess we're in now, and who's fault is it? And Daddy, my dress is SOILED!"
A little girl, at the young age of seven, stood with her once-off-white skirts in her fists,
revealing a pair of apparently expensive, shiny black shoes, looking totally stressed out,
as her blonde hair was completely askew and her pretty, little face was set with the most
irresistibly sad features.
"Amelia, darling... Daddy's trying," Elizabeth Turner assured the girl through gritted
teeth while Will scampered around the small spot of land which was decreasing in size by
the minute.
"Are you sure you can't fix the boat, Daddy?" Amelia called from the peak of the little
island, watching her father run around in circles. What remained of the boat gave an
angry groan and collapsed to a pile of planks. "There goes our vacation," she muttered.
"Will," Elizabeth said tersely, grabbing her husband's arm to calm him down. "Will, it's
no use! This little land mass is no more than a lump in the ocean! I'm sure it disappears
every time the tide comes in! We'll have to try and swim to shore-"
"Elizabeth," Will replied, "We can't SWIM to shore! Amelia can't SWIM!"
"No, Mummy, I can't," Amelia said with a matter-of-factly tone. "Because it is a very
unladylike sport."
"What have you been teaching her?" Will muttered under his breath to his wife.
Elizabeth glared at him.
"And the water is rising to my feet!" Amelia squealed. Warm Caribbean water sloshed
over her shoes. "Eeeee!" she cried. "Daddy, carry me!" She leapt into her father's arms
and climbed atop his back.
"Spoiled br- ouch!" Will said as Elizabeth whacked him before he could finish his
sentence.
"Are we going to die?" Amelia asked with much dramatic passion.
"No, Sweetie-pie," Will grumbled as the water rose to his ankles. "Just hold on, Daddy's
handling this."
"A ship - it's a ship!" Elizabeth cried, excitedly pointing towards a speck on the water
that was growing closer. "We won't die after all!"
"See? Mummy said we were going to die!" Amelia shouted in her father's ear.
"That's right," Will replied dryly, eyeing Elizabeth, who bit her tongue.
"Flag them down, help me," the lady ordered, waving her hands about. "They're not
going to see us!"
The ship, which was headed almost straight for the little land mass in the middle of the
ocean, could be clearly seen now as none other than-
"The Black Pearl! It's Jack!" Elizabeth crowed, happily.
"The Black Pearl?" Amelia made a face. "I learned about that ship. It isn't real."
"They're going to sail right by us! HEY, JACK!" Will shouted as loud as he could. The
ship approached closer, looming over the trio of castaways.
"What are you talking about? The Black Pearl isn't real..." the girl continued.
"I wondered how he's been doing, you know, we haven't heard from him in such a long
time..." Elizabeth murmured.
"Mummy! Daddy!" Amelia cried, shaking her dad's head about. "Have you both gone
mad with the heat, or something?"
"No, no, Daddy and I are fine," Elizabeth said to her daughter. "The Black Pearl is a real
ship, we've been on it, and Jack Sparrow is a very nice man."
"I can't believe it," Amelia muttered. "Well, as long as we get where it's dry..."
The Black Pearl was now so close that the three of them could hear a voice that sounded
much like Jack's, demanding the release of the anchor. A moment later, Jack appeared at
the bowsprit of the ship.
"Will; Elizabeth!" Jack shouted happily towards them. "How are you doing? And-" he
grinned towards Amelia and tipped his hat. "You've got an addition to the family, I see!"
"Who's THAT?" Amelia asked, skeptically. "Is that supposed to be Jack Sparrow? All
the books say he's dead now. Do you know this man?" Jack's face fell as Elizabeth and
Will hushed their daughter up.
"What is this, you not telling your own kid 'bout me, eh, Will?" Jack asked lightly.
"Come aboard, come aboard first, you're up to your waist in the sea," he added, climbing
down the ladder and taking Amelia's hand, who giggled when he kissed it. "Welcome,
young beauty!" he said, bowing respectfully and hoisting the child from Will's shoulders.
"Will, glad to see you again," he continued as the young father gave his thanks and
climbed up. "Elizabeth, it's been too long," Jack said kindly, taking her hand as well.
"Nice to see you too, Jack," she replied, daintily.
"My dress is still all dirty," Amelia muttered once everyone was situated on the ship.
"You can get yourself cleaned up, right downstairs, your mama can take you," Jack
offered, showing Amelia to the trapdoor. "There you go," he said, watching Elizabeth
and the child clamber down the stairs.
"Thanks for the lift, Jack," Will said as the trapdoor closed. "Our boat crashed on that
little island while we were on the way to a vacation spot-"
"Why haven't you told the girl about me?" Jack asked, curiously.
"Well, you know - we, well... You see," Will blabbered, "Amelia's a very influential
little girl, and..."
"Amelia," Jack said. "Pretty name, that."
"Yes, well," Will sighed. "We're just a little overprotective, and all those stories about
you-"
"-I liked them," Jack muttered.
"-Yes, but we're trying to raise our daughter-"
"-Like a lady, yes, yes, no hard feelings," Jack said, clapping Will on the back. "Very
understandable; not a problem." There was silence between them for a few seconds. "I,
uh... I have a bit of a favor to ask of you."
"Anything. You saved our lives; we're very grateful for that," Will responded, quickly.
Then he got a suspicious look in his eyes and asked; "What kind of a favor?"
"You're not the only one with a kid," Jack said. Will's eyes just about popped out of his
head.
"No! Really? Wow! That's great! You have to tell me everything!" he said excitedly.
"Where is... she? He?"
"He; his name is Jim. Eight years, strong lad," Jack said proudly. "Looks just like me, he
does; but you see, my problem is - I kind of lost him."
"You what?" Will asked, exasperated.
"Listen, I've been searching for him; headed towards Martinique. Jim's been kidnapped
by another pirate ship and now I have to go and fetch him back by ransom," Jack
explained.
"Very dangerous, raising a child as a pirate, Jack," Will said seriously.
"I know, I know," Jack grumbled. "But what was I supposed to do? He was just kind of
dropped off one day and I couldn't make him leave. Can't give up my own life. Here we
are."
"I'd be glad to help you," Will said, grinning. "We can spend the rest of our vacation
time with you! It'll be a nice little adventure. Just as long as Elizabeth and Amelia never
get off the ship, it will be okay."
"Thanks, Will, I knew I could count on you," Jack said, grinning back.
A/N: Fun chapter! How do you like Amelia? Cute? Hehehe. No time to edit this
chapter, hope it sounds okay... Please review! Luv ya'll! :D :D :D :D :D :D
keep me from going ballistic with the pressure of test grades and diverting my attention
to... completely irrelevant stuff. As my friend Blaa would say - "Big words." That
dweeb.
Andrea blinked awake and groaned, rubbing the back of her head. She heard the sound of
swords clashing and squinted up to see where it was coming from. When her eyes
adjusted, her mouth dropped. She then became very angry (to say the least).
"YUKON!" Andrea roared, hopping up from her place on the deck of the ship. Both
Yukon and Jim froze, with identical astonished looks on their faces. "What are you
doing?" she asked, dangerously.
"I well, I was..." Yukon started. Then he stared at the boy, who blinked back at him.
"Get back to your cell!" he ordered sternly.
"Fine!" Jim shouted, throwing his sword down. Then he muttered under his breath so
only Yukon could hear; "We'll fight again."
"Aye, we will," Yukon muttered back. Andrea glowered at him. "I'm going, I'm going!"
he said, defensively throwing his hands up and steering the boy down the stairs to the
lower levels by a shoulder.
"Oy, BOB!" Andrea yelled loud enough to make the lookout start and almost topple from
his post.
"Aye, Cap'n?" Bob answered, attentive.
"Keep your eye on the sea," she snapped, spinning on her heel and stalking off to her
cabin.
*
"I'm unhappy. My shoes are wet, my hair is all wind-ruffled, and I'm having the worst
day of my life! I wish we could go back home! I knew this was a bad idea, but look at
the mess we're in now, and who's fault is it? And Daddy, my dress is SOILED!"
A little girl, at the young age of seven, stood with her once-off-white skirts in her fists,
revealing a pair of apparently expensive, shiny black shoes, looking totally stressed out,
as her blonde hair was completely askew and her pretty, little face was set with the most
irresistibly sad features.
"Amelia, darling... Daddy's trying," Elizabeth Turner assured the girl through gritted
teeth while Will scampered around the small spot of land which was decreasing in size by
the minute.
"Are you sure you can't fix the boat, Daddy?" Amelia called from the peak of the little
island, watching her father run around in circles. What remained of the boat gave an
angry groan and collapsed to a pile of planks. "There goes our vacation," she muttered.
"Will," Elizabeth said tersely, grabbing her husband's arm to calm him down. "Will, it's
no use! This little land mass is no more than a lump in the ocean! I'm sure it disappears
every time the tide comes in! We'll have to try and swim to shore-"
"Elizabeth," Will replied, "We can't SWIM to shore! Amelia can't SWIM!"
"No, Mummy, I can't," Amelia said with a matter-of-factly tone. "Because it is a very
unladylike sport."
"What have you been teaching her?" Will muttered under his breath to his wife.
Elizabeth glared at him.
"And the water is rising to my feet!" Amelia squealed. Warm Caribbean water sloshed
over her shoes. "Eeeee!" she cried. "Daddy, carry me!" She leapt into her father's arms
and climbed atop his back.
"Spoiled br- ouch!" Will said as Elizabeth whacked him before he could finish his
sentence.
"Are we going to die?" Amelia asked with much dramatic passion.
"No, Sweetie-pie," Will grumbled as the water rose to his ankles. "Just hold on, Daddy's
handling this."
"A ship - it's a ship!" Elizabeth cried, excitedly pointing towards a speck on the water
that was growing closer. "We won't die after all!"
"See? Mummy said we were going to die!" Amelia shouted in her father's ear.
"That's right," Will replied dryly, eyeing Elizabeth, who bit her tongue.
"Flag them down, help me," the lady ordered, waving her hands about. "They're not
going to see us!"
The ship, which was headed almost straight for the little land mass in the middle of the
ocean, could be clearly seen now as none other than-
"The Black Pearl! It's Jack!" Elizabeth crowed, happily.
"The Black Pearl?" Amelia made a face. "I learned about that ship. It isn't real."
"They're going to sail right by us! HEY, JACK!" Will shouted as loud as he could. The
ship approached closer, looming over the trio of castaways.
"What are you talking about? The Black Pearl isn't real..." the girl continued.
"I wondered how he's been doing, you know, we haven't heard from him in such a long
time..." Elizabeth murmured.
"Mummy! Daddy!" Amelia cried, shaking her dad's head about. "Have you both gone
mad with the heat, or something?"
"No, no, Daddy and I are fine," Elizabeth said to her daughter. "The Black Pearl is a real
ship, we've been on it, and Jack Sparrow is a very nice man."
"I can't believe it," Amelia muttered. "Well, as long as we get where it's dry..."
The Black Pearl was now so close that the three of them could hear a voice that sounded
much like Jack's, demanding the release of the anchor. A moment later, Jack appeared at
the bowsprit of the ship.
"Will; Elizabeth!" Jack shouted happily towards them. "How are you doing? And-" he
grinned towards Amelia and tipped his hat. "You've got an addition to the family, I see!"
"Who's THAT?" Amelia asked, skeptically. "Is that supposed to be Jack Sparrow? All
the books say he's dead now. Do you know this man?" Jack's face fell as Elizabeth and
Will hushed their daughter up.
"What is this, you not telling your own kid 'bout me, eh, Will?" Jack asked lightly.
"Come aboard, come aboard first, you're up to your waist in the sea," he added, climbing
down the ladder and taking Amelia's hand, who giggled when he kissed it. "Welcome,
young beauty!" he said, bowing respectfully and hoisting the child from Will's shoulders.
"Will, glad to see you again," he continued as the young father gave his thanks and
climbed up. "Elizabeth, it's been too long," Jack said kindly, taking her hand as well.
"Nice to see you too, Jack," she replied, daintily.
"My dress is still all dirty," Amelia muttered once everyone was situated on the ship.
"You can get yourself cleaned up, right downstairs, your mama can take you," Jack
offered, showing Amelia to the trapdoor. "There you go," he said, watching Elizabeth
and the child clamber down the stairs.
"Thanks for the lift, Jack," Will said as the trapdoor closed. "Our boat crashed on that
little island while we were on the way to a vacation spot-"
"Why haven't you told the girl about me?" Jack asked, curiously.
"Well, you know - we, well... You see," Will blabbered, "Amelia's a very influential
little girl, and..."
"Amelia," Jack said. "Pretty name, that."
"Yes, well," Will sighed. "We're just a little overprotective, and all those stories about
you-"
"-I liked them," Jack muttered.
"-Yes, but we're trying to raise our daughter-"
"-Like a lady, yes, yes, no hard feelings," Jack said, clapping Will on the back. "Very
understandable; not a problem." There was silence between them for a few seconds. "I,
uh... I have a bit of a favor to ask of you."
"Anything. You saved our lives; we're very grateful for that," Will responded, quickly.
Then he got a suspicious look in his eyes and asked; "What kind of a favor?"
"You're not the only one with a kid," Jack said. Will's eyes just about popped out of his
head.
"No! Really? Wow! That's great! You have to tell me everything!" he said excitedly.
"Where is... she? He?"
"He; his name is Jim. Eight years, strong lad," Jack said proudly. "Looks just like me, he
does; but you see, my problem is - I kind of lost him."
"You what?" Will asked, exasperated.
"Listen, I've been searching for him; headed towards Martinique. Jim's been kidnapped
by another pirate ship and now I have to go and fetch him back by ransom," Jack
explained.
"Very dangerous, raising a child as a pirate, Jack," Will said seriously.
"I know, I know," Jack grumbled. "But what was I supposed to do? He was just kind of
dropped off one day and I couldn't make him leave. Can't give up my own life. Here we
are."
"I'd be glad to help you," Will said, grinning. "We can spend the rest of our vacation
time with you! It'll be a nice little adventure. Just as long as Elizabeth and Amelia never
get off the ship, it will be okay."
"Thanks, Will, I knew I could count on you," Jack said, grinning back.
A/N: Fun chapter! How do you like Amelia? Cute? Hehehe. No time to edit this
chapter, hope it sounds okay... Please review! Luv ya'll! :D :D :D :D :D :D