My sister read my story and asked if I knew what savvy meant. Ah-duh. But I like Jack randomly using it! Plus I'm the author so *insert evil laugh here*
DISCLAIMER: I own everything! *runs away from all these lawyers* Ok OK! I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING!
MANY THANK YOUS!
yuhi- i'm glad that my story was able to keep you from falling asleep on the keyboard hehe.
Britt- I was also in a production of Wizard of Oz...even though it was a parody called Austin Lands in Odd. How rad is that?
Starry Eyes12- I can definitely see Jack on the streets today! I would so jump on him! hehe
Black Rose25- My, my! You're a very enthusiatic reviewer! Well, about the 3 and a half, I watched part of it but then we had to leave! =( My friend still owes me the other half! *shakes fist*
Rachel the Insane Unicorn- hehe thank ye kindly!
Mijozi- I like the "run away, run away!" They do that alot in Monty Python *is huge fan*
I looked up and there before me was a girl. She was a bit taller than me with a fancy shmancy dress on.
"Why, it a rich white girl!" I exclaimed.
"A what?" Jack inquired, peering over my shoulder.
"Can't...breathe..." the girl whispered.
"Did she say something?"
"Can't...breathe...." Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fell to the ground.
"Can't breathe? What does she mean by that?" I pondered.
Jack replied, "Clearly you've never been to Singapore."
He took out his knife and slashed the front part of her corset.
"Come on luv. Wakey wakey."
I rolled my eyes. "This is how you do it."
I knelt down besides the unconsious girl and covered her mouth. Then plugged her nose. That woke her right up.
She gasped, "I...can breathe again!"
"How on God's green Earth did you even wear that thing?" I exclaimed, pointing toward that dastardly corset.
"Well, it's the latest fashion in London. I can only go so far before I pass out from suffocation."
Right right. I forget that I'm stuck in a 17th century musical. Aw man, someone is going to pay.
"So what are ye doing out here, where there be talking trees, savvy?"
"I just went out for a walk before I have to attend Norrington's ceremony." Elizabeth said.
"Well, you're perfect now so go on."
"Perfect? HAH! Bang on my chest if you think I'm perfect!" (A/N: That is a real line from Wizard of Oz)
Jack's eyes widened and his hands did this little wierd movement. I grabbed ahold of him and shook my head fiercely.
She gave a us a wierd look and continued, "I have no heart. I love someone but I'm forced to love another."
"No heart?" Jack and I both exclaimed.
"No heart."
"That's physically impossible!"
"It's a symbol!"
Ugh, having flashbacks to junior year English! MAKE IT STOP! I shook away those memories.
"Oh...." She cleared her throat and began to sing.
"When a woman's an empty tart,
When she should really be a sweetheart.
Yet I'm all torn apart.
Just because I'm presumin'
that I could get with Orlando Bloomin'
If only I had a heart."
Wait...how does she know about Orlando Bloom? Curiouser and curiouser.
She continued,
"I'd be loving and gentle
and awfully like an angel
about burning tons of rum.
I'd be friends with sparrows..."
Jack's ears perked up. Probably still thinking about banging her chest. So wrong in so many ways.
"and the boy who works at Carrows
If I only had a heart.
Picture me...on a balcony...above my voice
would screech."
"Where's me rum?" Jack nodded.
"I would hear a beat. How swell!
Just to register emotion
Hate and Crimson
And really get into part,
I could stay young and pretty,
Rich and cushy,
If I only had a heart!
Jack and her linked arms and began to dance around a bonfire...Wait a minute...Where did that bonfire come from?
An idea popped in my head.
Jack and her plopped down next to me.
"Are you all right?"
"Sorry. Just a little rusty."
"Why don't you come with us to see the Governor in Port Royale and see if he can give you a heart?"
"Port Royale? Suppose he wouldn't give me one?"
"He must! We've come such a long way!"
An evil laugh interrupted our conversation.
"What's that?" cried out Elizabeth.
Barbossa walked into view, "You call that long? You have just begun. Have you forgotten about me?"
We looked at each other and nodded.
Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Helping Dorothy along? You should stay away from her! Or I'll empty every rum bottle in the entire Caribbean" pointing at Jack, "And you," pointing to Elizabeth, "I can make you an ugly wench so no one will love you!"
I sighed. What a drama queen.
"And you"
"Who me?"
"Yes you!"
"Couldn't be."
"Then who? Wait...I just wanted to say I wish you luck with the Governor and a happy journey to California!"
"Why, that's the nicest thing you've ever said!"
"You're suppose to be intimidated!"
"By a compliment?"
"Yee..." he disappeared.
"I'm not 'fraid of him! I'll help ye safely to tha' Governor whether me have rum or not!" Jack assured.
"I'll help you too whether or not I get a heart!" Elizabeth proclaimed.
"You're the bestest 17 century friends anybody ever could ask for! It's funny really but I feel like I have known you forever. Sad really now that I think about it..."
"Hmmm...maybe I have threatened you before?" asked Jack.
"You sure aren't above in a high society so no." reassured Elizabeth.
"To Port Royale?"
"To Port Royale!"
We started to sing,
"We're off to see the Governor
The Governor of Port Royale
We hear he is a gov of a..."
"Damnit! We really need to think of a part that goes there!" I cried.
"We'll figure it out 'ater luv."
"Fine."
Sang again,
"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!"
I stopped, "Can we do one itsy-bitsy thing before we keep along the purple brick road?"
"What's that?"
I smirked.
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"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! That's what you get for slapping me, you stupid tree!" I yelled as I watched Elizabeth set it on fire.
I took an apple and skipped away, with Jack and Elizabeth following me.
Damn straight.
DISCLAIMER: I own everything! *runs away from all these lawyers* Ok OK! I OWN NOTHING! NOTHING!
MANY THANK YOUS!
yuhi- i'm glad that my story was able to keep you from falling asleep on the keyboard hehe.
Britt- I was also in a production of Wizard of Oz...even though it was a parody called Austin Lands in Odd. How rad is that?
Starry Eyes12- I can definitely see Jack on the streets today! I would so jump on him! hehe
Black Rose25- My, my! You're a very enthusiatic reviewer! Well, about the 3 and a half, I watched part of it but then we had to leave! =( My friend still owes me the other half! *shakes fist*
Rachel the Insane Unicorn- hehe thank ye kindly!
Mijozi- I like the "run away, run away!" They do that alot in Monty Python *is huge fan*
I looked up and there before me was a girl. She was a bit taller than me with a fancy shmancy dress on.
"Why, it a rich white girl!" I exclaimed.
"A what?" Jack inquired, peering over my shoulder.
"Can't...breathe..." the girl whispered.
"Did she say something?"
"Can't...breathe...." Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head and she fell to the ground.
"Can't breathe? What does she mean by that?" I pondered.
Jack replied, "Clearly you've never been to Singapore."
He took out his knife and slashed the front part of her corset.
"Come on luv. Wakey wakey."
I rolled my eyes. "This is how you do it."
I knelt down besides the unconsious girl and covered her mouth. Then plugged her nose. That woke her right up.
She gasped, "I...can breathe again!"
"How on God's green Earth did you even wear that thing?" I exclaimed, pointing toward that dastardly corset.
"Well, it's the latest fashion in London. I can only go so far before I pass out from suffocation."
Right right. I forget that I'm stuck in a 17th century musical. Aw man, someone is going to pay.
"So what are ye doing out here, where there be talking trees, savvy?"
"I just went out for a walk before I have to attend Norrington's ceremony." Elizabeth said.
"Well, you're perfect now so go on."
"Perfect? HAH! Bang on my chest if you think I'm perfect!" (A/N: That is a real line from Wizard of Oz)
Jack's eyes widened and his hands did this little wierd movement. I grabbed ahold of him and shook my head fiercely.
She gave a us a wierd look and continued, "I have no heart. I love someone but I'm forced to love another."
"No heart?" Jack and I both exclaimed.
"No heart."
"That's physically impossible!"
"It's a symbol!"
Ugh, having flashbacks to junior year English! MAKE IT STOP! I shook away those memories.
"Oh...." She cleared her throat and began to sing.
"When a woman's an empty tart,
When she should really be a sweetheart.
Yet I'm all torn apart.
Just because I'm presumin'
that I could get with Orlando Bloomin'
If only I had a heart."
Wait...how does she know about Orlando Bloom? Curiouser and curiouser.
She continued,
"I'd be loving and gentle
and awfully like an angel
about burning tons of rum.
I'd be friends with sparrows..."
Jack's ears perked up. Probably still thinking about banging her chest. So wrong in so many ways.
"and the boy who works at Carrows
If I only had a heart.
Picture me...on a balcony...above my voice
would screech."
"Where's me rum?" Jack nodded.
"I would hear a beat. How swell!
Just to register emotion
Hate and Crimson
And really get into part,
I could stay young and pretty,
Rich and cushy,
If I only had a heart!
Jack and her linked arms and began to dance around a bonfire...Wait a minute...Where did that bonfire come from?
An idea popped in my head.
Jack and her plopped down next to me.
"Are you all right?"
"Sorry. Just a little rusty."
"Why don't you come with us to see the Governor in Port Royale and see if he can give you a heart?"
"Port Royale? Suppose he wouldn't give me one?"
"He must! We've come such a long way!"
An evil laugh interrupted our conversation.
"What's that?" cried out Elizabeth.
Barbossa walked into view, "You call that long? You have just begun. Have you forgotten about me?"
We looked at each other and nodded.
Barbossa rolled his eyes. "Helping Dorothy along? You should stay away from her! Or I'll empty every rum bottle in the entire Caribbean" pointing at Jack, "And you," pointing to Elizabeth, "I can make you an ugly wench so no one will love you!"
I sighed. What a drama queen.
"And you"
"Who me?"
"Yes you!"
"Couldn't be."
"Then who? Wait...I just wanted to say I wish you luck with the Governor and a happy journey to California!"
"Why, that's the nicest thing you've ever said!"
"You're suppose to be intimidated!"
"By a compliment?"
"Yee..." he disappeared.
"I'm not 'fraid of him! I'll help ye safely to tha' Governor whether me have rum or not!" Jack assured.
"I'll help you too whether or not I get a heart!" Elizabeth proclaimed.
"You're the bestest 17 century friends anybody ever could ask for! It's funny really but I feel like I have known you forever. Sad really now that I think about it..."
"Hmmm...maybe I have threatened you before?" asked Jack.
"You sure aren't above in a high society so no." reassured Elizabeth.
"To Port Royale?"
"To Port Royale!"
We started to sing,
"We're off to see the Governor
The Governor of Port Royale
We hear he is a gov of a..."
"Damnit! We really need to think of a part that goes there!" I cried.
"We'll figure it out 'ater luv."
"Fine."
Sang again,
"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!"
I stopped, "Can we do one itsy-bitsy thing before we keep along the purple brick road?"
"What's that?"
I smirked.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! That's what you get for slapping me, you stupid tree!" I yelled as I watched Elizabeth set it on fire.
I took an apple and skipped away, with Jack and Elizabeth following me.
Damn straight.
