Thanks to Caligirlmj, yuhi, Rachel the Insane Unicorn, Arianna, Starry Eyes, darksamurai13, & Britt! You all are wonderful! I swear, most of the reviews from here and comments on LJ say it's very weird but in a good way! Score one! hehe =)
You know what I realized? I had Dorothy land in Port Royale and there would be no adventure seeing how the Governor is there. So I made a minor change and have her land in Tortuga.
DISCLAIMER: I own everything! *runs away from all these lawyers* Ok OK! I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING!
"Now which way do we go?" I pondered aloud. I had been walking for about an hour or longer when I realized that I reached the other side of the island.
"You can always take a ship."
I whirled around and only to see a man hanging from a noose right by the docks! EW!
"Alright! Who said that? Come out before I pop a cap in your,"
Tutu jumped out of my arms and went over to the dead man.
"Oh Tutu! That man is dead!"
"No I'm not!"
I looked around but didn't see anyone else...well living that is.
"Come on, Tutu! I don't want you getting dead man germs all over you!"
"I'm not dead, savvy!"
I looked more closely at the man. Why he wasn't! His hands were between the rope and his neck. He was a strange looking fellow. His teeth had bits of gold and his hair were in braids even his goatee!
"How can you even manage to talk like that? Aren't your hands tired?" I asked, peering more closely.
"Yes, luv, but I an't figure out any 'ther way! Me brain is dead from lack of rum. Mmmm delicious rum...." The strange man began to drool at the thought. Ew.....
"Oy, where are my manners? How are you?"
He replied, "How are ye?" I began to believe his story about his dead brain cells...
"Quite well, thanks."
"I ain't doin' quite tha' well. It's awfully hard to be hangin' 'round wit a noose, tryin' not to die, savvy."
I wouldn't have helped but he was handsomely roguish so I cut the rope and he fell to the ground, gasping.
"Thank ye lass! It feels good to be free! Did I scare ye?"
"No. Was I suppose to?"
"Well, ye see, I was hangin' there as a warnin' to otha' pirates like meself. But it do no good because more pirates come to point an' laugh at ol' Jack."
"A Pirate? Oh I'm excited! But what would you do if you had rum?"
"Do? Why if I had rum, I could,"
He started to sing. Damn musical.
"I could sail away the hours,
Raidin' n scours
Consultin' with the compass.
And me head I'd be scratchin'
While me thoughts were hatchin'
If I only had rum.
I'd unravel every treasure
Lookin' for the answer
In pillagin' and freedom."
"With the thoughts you'll be thinkin'
You always be plunderin'
If you only had rum." I sang along. DAMNIT!
He sang back,
"I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I never have before,
And then I'd steer and think a bit more.
I would not be just a bandit
I'd be a super duper pirate
If I only had rum."
He began to do a drunken dance or perhaps it was his normal swagger, around humming his tune.
He began again,
"Luv, it would be pleasin'
To figure out the reason
For all the slappin's.
Then perchance I'll deserve ye'
And maybe even worthy
If I only had rum."
He tripped and fell down. I kneeled down besides him.
"If it makes you feel better, if we had pirates in modern day Amercia, everyone would be scared of you!" I reassured. People would think he was insane.
"They would?"
I nodded.
"Where's Modern Day America?"
"It's where I live. I want to go back so I have to go all the way to Port Royale to get to the Governor to help me."
"You're going to see a Governor?"
I nodded.
"Do ye think if I come 'long, he'll give me some rum?"
My eyes darted around. Ummm...
"I dunno. But if he doesn't you'd be no worse off!"
He nodded.
"But I think you would be best here. I have a angry pirate and you could get into even more trouble."
"Pirate? BAH! I'm not afraid of anything. Except someone burnin' the rum."
"Hell, I don't blame ya. I'd be hella pissed too."
"But aye'd face a prissy Governor's daughter burning it all for a chance of havin' me some rum. I won't be any trouble and I won't do anythin' because I can't think wit out it. Take me?"
"Sure, I could use some entertainment on this trip!"
He waggled his eyebrows at me and smirked.
"Sorry, but if we get drunk off rum, then yes." I said.
"To Port Royale?"
"To Port Royale!"
We began to sing.
"We're off to see the Governor
The Governor of Port Royale
We hear he's a wiz of a...."
We stopped and comtemplated.
"The Governor of Port Royale
is one because because because
the awesome things he does!
We're off to see the Governor
The Governor of Port Royale!"
We were walking along, well I was. Jack was swaggering.
"Look Jack! Apples!" (A/N: Freaky coincedence that Wizard of Oz and POTC has apples?)
I picked one off and the tree slapped me!
"HEY! WHAT THE HONEST.."
The tree said, "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like? Taking an apple!" I retorted, angry that a tree slapped me.
"How would you like it if someone came along and picked something off you?"
I was about to commented back when Jack grabbed my arm.
"C'mon luv. You don' be wantin' any of those apples!"
The tree glared, "Whaddya mean she don't be wantin' any?"
"Well, she doesn't like green....worms!"
"WORMS? WORMS?!?!?!" The tree began shaking its branches and then......started throwing apples at us!
"Run away! Run away!" Jack screamed and we ran for a bit until I crashed into something....somebody.
You know what I realized? I had Dorothy land in Port Royale and there would be no adventure seeing how the Governor is there. So I made a minor change and have her land in Tortuga.
DISCLAIMER: I own everything! *runs away from all these lawyers* Ok OK! I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING!
"Now which way do we go?" I pondered aloud. I had been walking for about an hour or longer when I realized that I reached the other side of the island.
"You can always take a ship."
I whirled around and only to see a man hanging from a noose right by the docks! EW!
"Alright! Who said that? Come out before I pop a cap in your,"
Tutu jumped out of my arms and went over to the dead man.
"Oh Tutu! That man is dead!"
"No I'm not!"
I looked around but didn't see anyone else...well living that is.
"Come on, Tutu! I don't want you getting dead man germs all over you!"
"I'm not dead, savvy!"
I looked more closely at the man. Why he wasn't! His hands were between the rope and his neck. He was a strange looking fellow. His teeth had bits of gold and his hair were in braids even his goatee!
"How can you even manage to talk like that? Aren't your hands tired?" I asked, peering more closely.
"Yes, luv, but I an't figure out any 'ther way! Me brain is dead from lack of rum. Mmmm delicious rum...." The strange man began to drool at the thought. Ew.....
"Oy, where are my manners? How are you?"
He replied, "How are ye?" I began to believe his story about his dead brain cells...
"Quite well, thanks."
"I ain't doin' quite tha' well. It's awfully hard to be hangin' 'round wit a noose, tryin' not to die, savvy."
I wouldn't have helped but he was handsomely roguish so I cut the rope and he fell to the ground, gasping.
"Thank ye lass! It feels good to be free! Did I scare ye?"
"No. Was I suppose to?"
"Well, ye see, I was hangin' there as a warnin' to otha' pirates like meself. But it do no good because more pirates come to point an' laugh at ol' Jack."
"A Pirate? Oh I'm excited! But what would you do if you had rum?"
"Do? Why if I had rum, I could,"
He started to sing. Damn musical.
"I could sail away the hours,
Raidin' n scours
Consultin' with the compass.
And me head I'd be scratchin'
While me thoughts were hatchin'
If I only had rum.
I'd unravel every treasure
Lookin' for the answer
In pillagin' and freedom."
"With the thoughts you'll be thinkin'
You always be plunderin'
If you only had rum." I sang along. DAMNIT!
He sang back,
"I could tell you why
The ocean's near the shore
I could think of things I never have before,
And then I'd steer and think a bit more.
I would not be just a bandit
I'd be a super duper pirate
If I only had rum."
He began to do a drunken dance or perhaps it was his normal swagger, around humming his tune.
He began again,
"Luv, it would be pleasin'
To figure out the reason
For all the slappin's.
Then perchance I'll deserve ye'
And maybe even worthy
If I only had rum."
He tripped and fell down. I kneeled down besides him.
"If it makes you feel better, if we had pirates in modern day Amercia, everyone would be scared of you!" I reassured. People would think he was insane.
"They would?"
I nodded.
"Where's Modern Day America?"
"It's where I live. I want to go back so I have to go all the way to Port Royale to get to the Governor to help me."
"You're going to see a Governor?"
I nodded.
"Do ye think if I come 'long, he'll give me some rum?"
My eyes darted around. Ummm...
"I dunno. But if he doesn't you'd be no worse off!"
He nodded.
"But I think you would be best here. I have a angry pirate and you could get into even more trouble."
"Pirate? BAH! I'm not afraid of anything. Except someone burnin' the rum."
"Hell, I don't blame ya. I'd be hella pissed too."
"But aye'd face a prissy Governor's daughter burning it all for a chance of havin' me some rum. I won't be any trouble and I won't do anythin' because I can't think wit out it. Take me?"
"Sure, I could use some entertainment on this trip!"
He waggled his eyebrows at me and smirked.
"Sorry, but if we get drunk off rum, then yes." I said.
"To Port Royale?"
"To Port Royale!"
We began to sing.
"We're off to see the Governor
The Governor of Port Royale
We hear he's a wiz of a...."
We stopped and comtemplated.
"The Governor of Port Royale
is one because because because
the awesome things he does!
We're off to see the Governor
The Governor of Port Royale!"
We were walking along, well I was. Jack was swaggering.
"Look Jack! Apples!" (A/N: Freaky coincedence that Wizard of Oz and POTC has apples?)
I picked one off and the tree slapped me!
"HEY! WHAT THE HONEST.."
The tree said, "What do you think you're doing?"
"What does it look like? Taking an apple!" I retorted, angry that a tree slapped me.
"How would you like it if someone came along and picked something off you?"
I was about to commented back when Jack grabbed my arm.
"C'mon luv. You don' be wantin' any of those apples!"
The tree glared, "Whaddya mean she don't be wantin' any?"
"Well, she doesn't like green....worms!"
"WORMS? WORMS?!?!?!" The tree began shaking its branches and then......started throwing apples at us!
"Run away! Run away!" Jack screamed and we ran for a bit until I crashed into something....somebody.
