"Andrea!"
"The prison barber has my money…"
"Andrea! Wake up!"
"Huh - whu-?" Andrea said drowsily, waking with a start to Yukon's whispering. She
rubbed her eyes and glared at him. "You sleep on the floor."
"No, I don't want to stay, listen!" Yukon said. "Jim is sick."
"Who?" Andrea asked, still half asleep.
"The boy! The prisoner, there's something wrong with him!" he replied. Andrea gave a
heavy sigh and turned over in her bed, squinting toward the clock.
"It's the middle of the night," she grumbled. "Can't the kid hold off 'til morning?"
"That's not very nice," Yukon hissed.
"I need my beauty sleep."
"You're beautiful, now get out of bed and check him out!"
Andrea groaned and rolled out of her bed onto the floor. "Ow," she muttered, rubbing
her head. "All right, let's see le garcon."
Yukon led Andrea down the laddera under the ship to Jim Sparrow's cell, in which he
was huddled in the corner of.
"Boy, lemme see you," Andrea said.
"Hm mh," he retorted, stubbornly.
"Fine, I'm going back to bed," she spat, spinning around only to have Yukon stop her.
"Help him!" Yukon instructed.
"Seems fine enough to give me crap," she answered.
"Jim, let the captain see you!" Yukon ordered. The child scooted out of the corner enough
so that Andrea noticed that he looked unhealthily pale.
"Great," she muttered. "Six days with the kid and already I'm killing him."
"Give him some food, first off," Yukon suggested.
"Why?"
"Food plus starved boy equals healthy boy."
Andrea's eyes lightened up. "Now why didn't I think of that before?" she said, sarcastically.
"Oh yeah! Because the kid won't listen to me!" She glared at her first mate. "It's his
problem he's sick because he refuses to mind me."
Jim stuck his tongue out at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. He gave a loud
raspberry. She gave one back.
"Look! You're bonding and getting along fine!" Yukon said. "Now give him some food!"
"Will you follow my orders?" Andrea asked Jim.
"I'd die first!" the boy retorted.
"Quit being stupid, Jim," Yukon said, gruffly. "You can continue rebelling after you've
eaten!"
"No, he can't!" Andrea objected.
"Just give him something to eat!" he said. "He's no good to us dead!"
Andrea took a few more seconds to glare at Jim through the bars, who glared, with
noticeably less spirited eyes, right back.
"Fine," she growled. "It's too late to refuse, anyhow. You may feed him whatever you
want." Andrea stalked off back to her cabin.
*
"Halloo! Good morning!"
"Hum?" Anamaria turned about from mopping, to come face to face with a big-grinning,
little pip squeak.
"My name is Amelia. Who are you?" the little girl asked.
"Anamaria…" she replied, raising an eyebrow.
"You're pretty, Anamaria, but you're wearing boy clothes, like me," Amelia pointed out.
"Er - thanks," Anamaria replied, turning back around to her work. The girl bounced into
the lady pirate's sight.
"Are you a pirate?" Amelia asked.
"Yes, I am."
"I thought pirates were guys," the girl said.
"Aye, well; they can be women too, you know," Anamaria replied.
"Do you know how to use that?" Amelia asked, gesturing toward the lady's sword at her
side.
"Yes."
"My mummy said that sword fighting is not right, not even for a man," the child whispered
cautiously.
"Your mummy's a twit."
Amelia's lower lip puckered and her eyes grew three times their normal size. She stared
sadly up at Anamaria and whimpered.
"I'm joking, sweetie! Just joking!" she assured the girl, hurriedly. "Don't cry! Your
mummy is actually really nice!"
"I know!" Amelia said, happily, her whole demeanor changing instantly back to normal.
"So are you going to put that sword away?"
"What?"
"That nasty weapon is bad and used to hurt people!" the girl said.
"Aye, but it's also used to defend yourself when you're in danger!"
"Like when?"
"Like when you're in trouble."
"Like when?"
"Like when you need to fight someone off."
"Like when?"
Anamaria took a patient breath and reminded herself that Jack did not intend to have this
child gutted and thrown overboard.
"If a bad man is chasing you and trying to steal your money, or is trying to hurt you,
instead of running until he catches you, you take the sword out and threaten to hurt him if
he doesn't go away," she explained.
"Does he go away?" Amelia asked.
"Not always."
"Then what?"
"Then you have to slice-" she stopped herself in mid-sentence, thought for a moment, and
continued. "-his… hair off."
"His hair?" Amelia inquired, warily.
"Aye! His hair! A pirate loves his hair!" Anamaria said, nodding in confirmation to her
statement.
"Can I have one?" Amelia asked, meekly.
"You want a sword!?" Anamaria asked, aghast.
"I shall tell my mummy, but she won't mind," Amelia assured her.
"Well, in that case…" Anamaria set her mop down and rushed to a small closet, shuffling
through it a bit before retrieving a rather small, but well-crafted sword. "It's lightweight, for
you to practice with," she explained.
"Can I hold it?" Amelia asked.
"Go ahead."
Amelia grabbed the sword by the hilt and began to struggle with holding it up. "It's so
heavy!" she complained, letting the blade rest on the ground.
"You will have to learn to hold it like this," Anamaria instructed, whipping out her own
sword and skillfully and pointing it toward Amelia's torso.
There was a shout from the upper deck as Elizabeth had come to check up on her daughter.
Seeing the pirate with a sword pointed at Amelia, made her cry out in protest. She tore
down the stairs and swept the girl into her arms, making the child drop her sword with a
clatter to the ground.
"We was only sporting!" Anamaria objected, eyes wide with anger.
"My daughter," Elizabeth growled, hushed, "will NOT learn swordplay!"
"Mummy! Put me down!" Amelia interjected. "I wanted to!"
"You, 'Melia, should know better than that!" her mother said. "I don't want you pirates
influencing her," she snapped to Anamaria.
"Us pirates are bloody well proud of what we are!" Anamaria shouted.
"Don't you swear in front of my daughter!" Elizabeth shouted back, looking ready to kill.
"Mummeeeeeee," Amelia whined.
"Mummy's handling this!" Elizabeth said, setting her daughter gently on the ground.
"No, Mummy! I asked Anamaria to teach me to swordfight!" Amelia explained, dancing
between her mother and the pirate in case one of them couldn't hold themselves back.
"What's going on down here?"
Jack appeared on deck. When he saw Elizabeth, Anamaria and Amelia, he grinned. "A cat
fight, eh? Please commence!"
"Mister Sparrow!" Elizabeth said through gritted teeth. "I will not stand for my daughter to
be learning in the ways of a pirate!"
"Nothing wrong with pirates…" Jack said.
"You will respect what I want my daughter to be exposed to," she said, dangerously. "And
I better not ever see her with a sword again, am I understood?"
"Relax, love," Jack said. "It'll never happen again." He motioned for Anamaria to take
Amelia's dropped sword. "Put it back in that closet, Anamaria, if you'd please."
"Aye, captain," she sighed, picking it up off the ground.
"Hey, bit of good news," Jack said as Elizabeth stared darkly at him. "We're approaching
the island. Come take a look." He hopped up the stairs back to the helm, with Elizabeth
following him.
"Come along, Amelia," Elizabeth said, softly.
"All right, Mummy. Please lemme bid Anamaria farewell," Amelia said. She gave her mum
puppy-dog eyes.
"Quickly." Her mother nodded.
As Elizabeth joined Jack, Amelia hesitated and shifted from one foot to the next.
"Sorry for getting you in trouble," the girl said, sheepishly to Anamaria, who was closing the
closet door.
"It's all right, missy. At least you've got an open mind. Funny, though; you'd expect your
mama to have more of one after her adventure with Jack a few years ago," the lady said.
"My mum had an adventure with Jack?" Amelia asked, awed.
"Aye, she did! I'll tell you the story right now, if you want."
"Sure!"
*
"Boy!"
"Hmm."
"It's morning, how are you?"
Andrea peered inside the kid's dark cell.
"Yukon gave me cakes and water," he said, almost civilly, approaching the bars of the prison
and sticking his arms through, casually.
"We're here," she informed him. "Are you well-rested?"
"Well enough," Jim sighed.
"Good. We're docking now."
A/N: Sorry that chapter wasn't too comedic! I promise the next one will be funnier, but
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make this one very humorous at all! I swear the
next one will be, considering there will be mucho chaos and I have it all planned out!
Please review! Thanks for waiting! :D :D :D :D :D :D
"The prison barber has my money…"
"Andrea! Wake up!"
"Huh - whu-?" Andrea said drowsily, waking with a start to Yukon's whispering. She
rubbed her eyes and glared at him. "You sleep on the floor."
"No, I don't want to stay, listen!" Yukon said. "Jim is sick."
"Who?" Andrea asked, still half asleep.
"The boy! The prisoner, there's something wrong with him!" he replied. Andrea gave a
heavy sigh and turned over in her bed, squinting toward the clock.
"It's the middle of the night," she grumbled. "Can't the kid hold off 'til morning?"
"That's not very nice," Yukon hissed.
"I need my beauty sleep."
"You're beautiful, now get out of bed and check him out!"
Andrea groaned and rolled out of her bed onto the floor. "Ow," she muttered, rubbing
her head. "All right, let's see le garcon."
Yukon led Andrea down the laddera under the ship to Jim Sparrow's cell, in which he
was huddled in the corner of.
"Boy, lemme see you," Andrea said.
"Hm mh," he retorted, stubbornly.
"Fine, I'm going back to bed," she spat, spinning around only to have Yukon stop her.
"Help him!" Yukon instructed.
"Seems fine enough to give me crap," she answered.
"Jim, let the captain see you!" Yukon ordered. The child scooted out of the corner enough
so that Andrea noticed that he looked unhealthily pale.
"Great," she muttered. "Six days with the kid and already I'm killing him."
"Give him some food, first off," Yukon suggested.
"Why?"
"Food plus starved boy equals healthy boy."
Andrea's eyes lightened up. "Now why didn't I think of that before?" she said, sarcastically.
"Oh yeah! Because the kid won't listen to me!" She glared at her first mate. "It's his
problem he's sick because he refuses to mind me."
Jim stuck his tongue out at her. She stuck her tongue out at him. He gave a loud
raspberry. She gave one back.
"Look! You're bonding and getting along fine!" Yukon said. "Now give him some food!"
"Will you follow my orders?" Andrea asked Jim.
"I'd die first!" the boy retorted.
"Quit being stupid, Jim," Yukon said, gruffly. "You can continue rebelling after you've
eaten!"
"No, he can't!" Andrea objected.
"Just give him something to eat!" he said. "He's no good to us dead!"
Andrea took a few more seconds to glare at Jim through the bars, who glared, with
noticeably less spirited eyes, right back.
"Fine," she growled. "It's too late to refuse, anyhow. You may feed him whatever you
want." Andrea stalked off back to her cabin.
*
"Halloo! Good morning!"
"Hum?" Anamaria turned about from mopping, to come face to face with a big-grinning,
little pip squeak.
"My name is Amelia. Who are you?" the little girl asked.
"Anamaria…" she replied, raising an eyebrow.
"You're pretty, Anamaria, but you're wearing boy clothes, like me," Amelia pointed out.
"Er - thanks," Anamaria replied, turning back around to her work. The girl bounced into
the lady pirate's sight.
"Are you a pirate?" Amelia asked.
"Yes, I am."
"I thought pirates were guys," the girl said.
"Aye, well; they can be women too, you know," Anamaria replied.
"Do you know how to use that?" Amelia asked, gesturing toward the lady's sword at her
side.
"Yes."
"My mummy said that sword fighting is not right, not even for a man," the child whispered
cautiously.
"Your mummy's a twit."
Amelia's lower lip puckered and her eyes grew three times their normal size. She stared
sadly up at Anamaria and whimpered.
"I'm joking, sweetie! Just joking!" she assured the girl, hurriedly. "Don't cry! Your
mummy is actually really nice!"
"I know!" Amelia said, happily, her whole demeanor changing instantly back to normal.
"So are you going to put that sword away?"
"What?"
"That nasty weapon is bad and used to hurt people!" the girl said.
"Aye, but it's also used to defend yourself when you're in danger!"
"Like when?"
"Like when you're in trouble."
"Like when?"
"Like when you need to fight someone off."
"Like when?"
Anamaria took a patient breath and reminded herself that Jack did not intend to have this
child gutted and thrown overboard.
"If a bad man is chasing you and trying to steal your money, or is trying to hurt you,
instead of running until he catches you, you take the sword out and threaten to hurt him if
he doesn't go away," she explained.
"Does he go away?" Amelia asked.
"Not always."
"Then what?"
"Then you have to slice-" she stopped herself in mid-sentence, thought for a moment, and
continued. "-his… hair off."
"His hair?" Amelia inquired, warily.
"Aye! His hair! A pirate loves his hair!" Anamaria said, nodding in confirmation to her
statement.
"Can I have one?" Amelia asked, meekly.
"You want a sword!?" Anamaria asked, aghast.
"I shall tell my mummy, but she won't mind," Amelia assured her.
"Well, in that case…" Anamaria set her mop down and rushed to a small closet, shuffling
through it a bit before retrieving a rather small, but well-crafted sword. "It's lightweight, for
you to practice with," she explained.
"Can I hold it?" Amelia asked.
"Go ahead."
Amelia grabbed the sword by the hilt and began to struggle with holding it up. "It's so
heavy!" she complained, letting the blade rest on the ground.
"You will have to learn to hold it like this," Anamaria instructed, whipping out her own
sword and skillfully and pointing it toward Amelia's torso.
There was a shout from the upper deck as Elizabeth had come to check up on her daughter.
Seeing the pirate with a sword pointed at Amelia, made her cry out in protest. She tore
down the stairs and swept the girl into her arms, making the child drop her sword with a
clatter to the ground.
"We was only sporting!" Anamaria objected, eyes wide with anger.
"My daughter," Elizabeth growled, hushed, "will NOT learn swordplay!"
"Mummy! Put me down!" Amelia interjected. "I wanted to!"
"You, 'Melia, should know better than that!" her mother said. "I don't want you pirates
influencing her," she snapped to Anamaria.
"Us pirates are bloody well proud of what we are!" Anamaria shouted.
"Don't you swear in front of my daughter!" Elizabeth shouted back, looking ready to kill.
"Mummeeeeeee," Amelia whined.
"Mummy's handling this!" Elizabeth said, setting her daughter gently on the ground.
"No, Mummy! I asked Anamaria to teach me to swordfight!" Amelia explained, dancing
between her mother and the pirate in case one of them couldn't hold themselves back.
"What's going on down here?"
Jack appeared on deck. When he saw Elizabeth, Anamaria and Amelia, he grinned. "A cat
fight, eh? Please commence!"
"Mister Sparrow!" Elizabeth said through gritted teeth. "I will not stand for my daughter to
be learning in the ways of a pirate!"
"Nothing wrong with pirates…" Jack said.
"You will respect what I want my daughter to be exposed to," she said, dangerously. "And
I better not ever see her with a sword again, am I understood?"
"Relax, love," Jack said. "It'll never happen again." He motioned for Anamaria to take
Amelia's dropped sword. "Put it back in that closet, Anamaria, if you'd please."
"Aye, captain," she sighed, picking it up off the ground.
"Hey, bit of good news," Jack said as Elizabeth stared darkly at him. "We're approaching
the island. Come take a look." He hopped up the stairs back to the helm, with Elizabeth
following him.
"Come along, Amelia," Elizabeth said, softly.
"All right, Mummy. Please lemme bid Anamaria farewell," Amelia said. She gave her mum
puppy-dog eyes.
"Quickly." Her mother nodded.
As Elizabeth joined Jack, Amelia hesitated and shifted from one foot to the next.
"Sorry for getting you in trouble," the girl said, sheepishly to Anamaria, who was closing the
closet door.
"It's all right, missy. At least you've got an open mind. Funny, though; you'd expect your
mama to have more of one after her adventure with Jack a few years ago," the lady said.
"My mum had an adventure with Jack?" Amelia asked, awed.
"Aye, she did! I'll tell you the story right now, if you want."
"Sure!"
*
"Boy!"
"Hmm."
"It's morning, how are you?"
Andrea peered inside the kid's dark cell.
"Yukon gave me cakes and water," he said, almost civilly, approaching the bars of the prison
and sticking his arms through, casually.
"We're here," she informed him. "Are you well-rested?"
"Well enough," Jim sighed.
"Good. We're docking now."
A/N: Sorry that chapter wasn't too comedic! I promise the next one will be funnier, but
no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't make this one very humorous at all! I swear the
next one will be, considering there will be mucho chaos and I have it all planned out!
Please review! Thanks for waiting! :D :D :D :D :D :D