Disclaimer: Yea, I know, I shoulda said this on the first chappie, but I
forgot, and, technically, this is the first chappie, so there. *sticks her
tongue out* Okay. I can do this. deep breath. right... I don't
own...PotC...*starts bawling* okay... I'm fine....*ahem* but, thank
goodness, I do own two things: Kendall, here. *grabs Kendall and shoves her
into the limelight, shaking her to an fro like a rag doll.*and, I also own
my sanity........wait...I don't think I own that....nope, sorry. okay, I
only own Kendall.
I stared off into the ocean, enjoying the view, before I grabbed the bucket and attempted to empty the boat of the water. Which was, let me tell you, an absolutely pointless thing. But a girl's gotta try. So I did. But after five or so minutes we were deeper then we were, so I gave up. "Kendall?" questioned a voice from above me. I looked up at the mast and saw Jack offering me a hand up. I shook my head. "Why dun you come and help me, Jack?" he shrugged and jumped down and joined me.
After a while we both gave up and looked up. We saw three skeletons hanging from their own noose, complete with a sign that read: "Pirates, Ye Be Warned". Jacked took off his hat and lowered it to his heart in salute, while I placed two fingers to my head an saluted my self.
The boat was still continuing to sink, so we climbed into the mast to escape the water. By the time we reached the dock, the only thing of our boat that showed was the teensy weensy little bit of the top of the mast. We clambered off onto the dock and regained ourselves. "Come on, love." Jack said earnestly, heading down the dock as though he was drunk. I hurried up to him, but we were stopped no sooner then we had started.
"What? Hold up there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the docks. And I shall need to know your names." Jack walked over to the man. "What d'ye say three shillings and we forget the names?" I smiled. Jack always knew how to get out of even the most stickiest situations, even though this wasn't sticky.
The port keeper hesitated for a moment and then snapped his book shut. "Welome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
A/N- Okay, I know that was short, like really short, but I had a strange urge to have it end with Mr. Smith. could it be cos I was just thinking about lord of the rings and the matrix, who, elrond happens to be Agent Smith. mr. smith, agent smith, same difference.... Er...yea.. please R&R!!!!!!!!!!! the more reviews, the better I feel, and the quicker I shall rite!!!!!!!!!!! So, please, pretty please will y'all respond!???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Tankies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I stared off into the ocean, enjoying the view, before I grabbed the bucket and attempted to empty the boat of the water. Which was, let me tell you, an absolutely pointless thing. But a girl's gotta try. So I did. But after five or so minutes we were deeper then we were, so I gave up. "Kendall?" questioned a voice from above me. I looked up at the mast and saw Jack offering me a hand up. I shook my head. "Why dun you come and help me, Jack?" he shrugged and jumped down and joined me.
After a while we both gave up and looked up. We saw three skeletons hanging from their own noose, complete with a sign that read: "Pirates, Ye Be Warned". Jacked took off his hat and lowered it to his heart in salute, while I placed two fingers to my head an saluted my self.
The boat was still continuing to sink, so we climbed into the mast to escape the water. By the time we reached the dock, the only thing of our boat that showed was the teensy weensy little bit of the top of the mast. We clambered off onto the dock and regained ourselves. "Come on, love." Jack said earnestly, heading down the dock as though he was drunk. I hurried up to him, but we were stopped no sooner then we had started.
"What? Hold up there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the docks. And I shall need to know your names." Jack walked over to the man. "What d'ye say three shillings and we forget the names?" I smiled. Jack always knew how to get out of even the most stickiest situations, even though this wasn't sticky.
The port keeper hesitated for a moment and then snapped his book shut. "Welome to Port Royal, Mr. Smith."
A/N- Okay, I know that was short, like really short, but I had a strange urge to have it end with Mr. Smith. could it be cos I was just thinking about lord of the rings and the matrix, who, elrond happens to be Agent Smith. mr. smith, agent smith, same difference.... Er...yea.. please R&R!!!!!!!!!!! the more reviews, the better I feel, and the quicker I shall rite!!!!!!!!!!! So, please, pretty please will y'all respond!???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????
Tankies!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
