A Trip Through Time
Chapter 4: Tortuga
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Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the Theresa character, and my friend owns the Sam character. Maybe new ones later. On with the show I guess...!
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Sam and Theresa collapsed at a filthy table in the galley. They had been dismissed from their sword lessons a bit ago and had just managed the struggle down the stairs. Sam folded her arms and put her head down on them. Theresa regarded the dirt on the table and came to decision. She dropped her left cheek onto the table so she was still facing Sam.
Sam pulled up effort to speak first, "I'm pooped." Her voice was raw and scratchy.
T coughed. "Mm, what'd you two do?" She coughed again.
"First blocking, then more defense and footwork, you?" Sam propped her head on hands.
T rose as well, still slouched over on elbows. "First he just had me try and hit him, then corrected me when I did it wrong. Then we kinda mock fought. He went waaay easy on me though."
"Will is sooo sexy."
"Are we resorting to this? We both know that Johnny is a way better actor. Hell, it's in Jack's nature to be a good actor." T slipped and smacked her head on the table. "Owww. Jesus Christ! How are we getting home?"
Sam blinked and sat straight, then slouched again. "Can we at least wait a while before we even think about it. It's not like life was way cool back home."
"Mmm, I'm in no rush." T yawned, "Are they giving us food. Too much work, I'm hungry."
Sam looked over T's shoulder. "Speak of the devil."
T smiled and turned as Will and Jack came out of what was apparently the kitchen area of the ship, each holding two trays each.
"Aye, here ye are, food fer th' both o' ye."
Jack gracefully put down one tray in front of T and Will did the same for Sam. They each took a seat.
Sam caught T's eye they both smiled at being next to their dream come true.
They looked down at the food they had been given. It looked like muck and after a tentative spoonful, tasted like it too.
Theresa spat in her napkin and coughed. She looked at Sam who had just eaten it. They met eyes.
"Um, you know how we're from the future and all?"
"Aye?"
"We're just gonna go poke around in back and see if we can't find anything more suited to our tastes."
The boys looked at each other and shrugged.
The girls got up and went into the back. It wasn't so much a kitchen, as a food assembly place. They didn't want to start a fire to warm stuff up. They had no idea how the boys had managed a stew with the ingredients they were using. Sam and Theresa poked around grabbing some fruit and some jerky. T grabbed a pickle out of a barrel.
"En guard." She waved the pickle at her.
"Heh! Pickle boy. Maybe that's a good reason to go back." Sam grabbed one of her own.
"That is one funny freshman." Theresa pauses. "Nope, not good enough for me."
The two exit with plates of random fruits and veggies as well as a chunk of salted meat.
They sit down and finish their meals next to the two chowing men. Everyone finishes at approximately the same time and they sit talking for a while. Jack materializes some rum from somewhere.
"Want some, luv?" Jack asks addressing the both of those in front of them waving the bottle.
Theresa smiles and grabs the bottle taking a swig. She winces as it goes down then return to a happy expression. She hands the bottle over to Sam. She lookes at for a second before taking it and a sip from it. She coughs after swallowing it and passed it back to T with raised eyebrows. T shrugged and took another swig then passed it to Jack again.
Jack raised a brow, "'ow old 're ye two?"
"Sixteen for me." Sam says.
"Fifteen here." Theresa says with a giggle. She sways before grabbing the table for support.
Jack takes a drink "Ye both act older, 'n yet ye both look younger at th' same time."
Sam smiled, "That's because you're used to your eighteen year olds dressing like Elizabeth, prim, proper, and all powdered up. But I don't know what you mean about us acting older, we can be quite immature at times."
Theresa held her mug up in toast, "Indeed!"
Jack shook his head and looked over at Will, who was still cradling his mug, looking into its' depths. Jack bumped him, "Live in th' now boy! Quit worryin' 'bout Lizzy."
Theresa nodded, "Will, she's perfectly fine, I swear to ye. A little bit frightened, but well good and intact. No worries."
Will looked up, a hopeful look on his face. He looked over to Sam. She was now staring into her mug, but nodded as she saw him looking from the top of her vision.
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Authoress Notes: Awww, everyone feel bad for Sam now. So who wants me to kill off Lizz, cause I really want to. About pickle boy. There is this realllly weird freshman who brings in a whole friggin pickle for lunch almost every single day. He's kinda scary. Ya really gotta be there, its damn funny to watch.
Reviewer Props:
DaydreamBeliever14(chap2): I don't know why I didn't thank you in the last chapter, but here's to make up for it! Always happy to review on a fellow reviewers story.
DaydreamBeliever14(chap3): Ok, back up to date. I absolutely loved LotR RotK. And acronyms, they kick ass too.
Dawnie-7: I always support blackmail, has many good points, and many profits.
ThereIsNoSp00n: Theresa speak has been gradually getting more and more warped. Savvy and aye are now actual used parts of my vocabulary.
Jupiter's Light: Love the sn! Thank you for getting me off my ass and up to finishing this chapter. I already had part of it written anyway.