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etc from it. They belong to Disney and Gore Verbinski.
Thanks to all the reviewers! And to Venus725 - sorry you feel that way about Nicole! Lol she's not like that, she just is kind of.crazily obsessed I'll try and work on that. Thanks!
Night fell over the ocean. Cotton, who had already drunk his fill of rum, was at the helm. The rest of the crew was sitting in the middle of the deck. Jack had brought out the rum. Nicole and Jen sat stiffly together, watching the other pirates drink. They had pitchers of rum in their laps, and they looked down into the murky liquid.
"Do we drink it?" Asked Nicole curiously. "It looks.kind of strange." She finally commented. Jen looked nervously at the rum.
"I'm not sure. Would Father approve? We've never had anything but wine and champagne." The crew was singing 'A Pirate's Life for Me.'
"C'mon, girls, drink up!" Jack cheered to them. This spurred the crew to finish the line.
"Me 'earties YO HO! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me!" Even the parrot was singing. Nicole shot a sideways glance at Jen, wondering what to do. Jen carefully picked up her pitcher.
"It might be considered rude if we don't drink it." Jen said cautiously. Nicole nodded, nearly gagging on the smell of it as she brought it to her lips.
"Right." She said, then quickly took a sip. Her face contorted as she swallowed it, and she shuddered. "Not bad." She said in a weak voice. Jen took a deep breath and took a sip as well. It didn't taste that good, and it smelled worse. It oozed down her throat, and she nearly gagged on the taste.
"That's the spirit!" Jack shouted over the chorus of Yo Ho's. Jen watched Nicole tentatively take another sip.
"It's not so bad, once you get past the first swallow." Nicole told her. Thirsty, Jen took another sip. To Jen, it was just as bad, if not worse. Throughout the next hour, Jen tried to take small sips, enough to wet her throat but not enough to fill her stomach with. Nicole adjusted to the taste and even joined in the on the last of the song. Finally Jack stood up.
"Alright, you mangy scoundrels, those of you on the night shift get on it, the rest of you get off to bed." He ordered. Jen stood up gratefully and put down her pitcher. She gave Nicole a hug goodnight while holding her breath (Nicole now, like the others, reeked of rum) and headed down to her cabin. She made sure to beat Jack, so she wouldn't have to say goodnight. However, once she was in bed, she regretted not saying goodnight. In the dark, she scoffed at herself. 'He's a pirate, just like he said. He's no good.' She reminded herself. Yet as she drifted off to sleep she was remembering Jack's grin as she touched his shoulder.
The room was still dark when Jen woke up. She wondered what time it was. Nevertheless, she pulled on the dress she had shed and opened the door. No light came down from the stairway this time. Jen made her way up the stairs. It was still dark out, but the sky was beginning to lighten. She looked around, but couldn't see any of the crew. It was a little cold, but not really, and Jen could tell it would be a warm day. She made her way over to the edge of the boat and was looking over when suddenly an arm grabbed her and pulled her back. Startled, she opened her mouth to scream. Jack suddenly moved around to stand in front of her and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Hush up, Jen. I wasn't going to push, just didn't want ya' to fall. You never know when a wave'll come and hit the ship funny. Besides, can you swim?" He asked. She shook her head.
"Thought as much." He answered. He took his hand off her mouth.
"What are you doing up so early?" She asked. He grinned.
"Me? I like to greet the sun. Good way to start off your day. I always get up this early.cept when I drink a little too much." Jack mused. They talked together for awhile in amiable tones, watching the sun rise. The rest of the crew appeared shortly after sunrise. Anna Maria called to Jack.
"Jack! I'll be needin' council with you." Jack winked at Jen and hurried off to Anna Maria. Anna Maria looked worried, a frown was on her face. Jen strained her eyes to listened.
"Jack, there's a storm coming. I can tell."
"I know, I've noticed it also." Jack told her. Anna shook her head.
"It's a big one, Jack. I'm worried. We can't have those two scrambling around on deck. They'll be hurt. And if the worst should happen..we don't know what to do with them." Anna informed him, her voice low and confidential. Jack nodded, frowning too.
"They'll be fine. The Pearl can handle it. She can handle anything!" A smile was now plastered on Jack's face. Jen saw him frown once he turned away from Anna Maria. In her mind, she debated whether to ask Jack about it. Was he worried as well? She decided to say nothing. The rest of the day passed quickly. Nicole stayed at Jen's side all day.
"My head still hurts." She grumbled.
"Serves you right for drinking that vile rum." Jen teased. Nicole glared and rubbed her head.
"Hey, Nicole."
"Yes." Nicole grumbled.
"I don't want you hanging onto Jack." Nicole pulled a face.
"Well aren't you rather overbearing. Why not? He's so much fun." Nicole pouted.
"You can't fall for a pirate captain! Especially when he has kidnapped us and he's wanted by every officer and sailor in Port Royally. That's why!"
"Okay, I get it. It's just that I'd never be allowed to act like this at home, Father would disown me, it was fun to be able to obsess for awhile." Nicole said while grinning. Jen nodded. "Anyway, since I agree, we'll shake on it. No falling for Captain Sparrow." Nicole said, sticking out her hand. Jen met it with her own hand and a grin.
"Agreed. You had better look out for yourself. I have nothing to worry about." Jen teased.
The rain pounded down upon the deck. Jen fought to stand.
"Jack!" Jen shouted. He scanned the deck from his spot on the helm's deck.
"What!"
"Get out of the storm!" She screamed. Jen recalled the hours before. The sky grew dark; rain began to patter down onto the deck. Anna Maria had told Jack to head west, away from the storm. Instead, he insisted they head north, straight into the storm.
"Gibbs, take over!" Jack shouted. Gibbs stumbled over and grabbed the helm. Jack slid down the steps and grabbed Jen's arm. He dragged her down the stairs, surprisingly enough staying upright. Jen was stumbling, being tossed around by the waves. He pushed a door open and paused in the doorway.
"Stay in here please. And try not to do anything.stupid." He begged. He shut the door. Suddenly it opened again. "Sit in one spot." The door shut. It opened. "Oh, and don't make too much noise." The door shut. The door opened. "And don't leave." Then the door shut and didn't open again. Fuming silently, Jen turned around. She was in another bedroom, where there was a large bed with white sheets and fluffy white pillows. Jen staggered over to the bed, feeling like she was being tossed by the waves. She dropped down onto the bed, shedding the heavy outer dress, leaving her in her undergarments. Trying to ignore the loud crash of the waves and pounding of the rain on the ship, the tossing of the ship on the waves, and the hurling she felt in her stomach, she closed her eyes. It wasn't long before she was asleep. But when she woke up, there was a problem.
WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE IS NICOLE, JACK, ANNA MARIA AND EVERYONE ELSE? WILL THE PEARL SURVIVE THIS STORM?
Thanks to all the reviewers! And to Venus725 - sorry you feel that way about Nicole! Lol she's not like that, she just is kind of.crazily obsessed I'll try and work on that. Thanks!
Night fell over the ocean. Cotton, who had already drunk his fill of rum, was at the helm. The rest of the crew was sitting in the middle of the deck. Jack had brought out the rum. Nicole and Jen sat stiffly together, watching the other pirates drink. They had pitchers of rum in their laps, and they looked down into the murky liquid.
"Do we drink it?" Asked Nicole curiously. "It looks.kind of strange." She finally commented. Jen looked nervously at the rum.
"I'm not sure. Would Father approve? We've never had anything but wine and champagne." The crew was singing 'A Pirate's Life for Me.'
"C'mon, girls, drink up!" Jack cheered to them. This spurred the crew to finish the line.
"Me 'earties YO HO! Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me!" Even the parrot was singing. Nicole shot a sideways glance at Jen, wondering what to do. Jen carefully picked up her pitcher.
"It might be considered rude if we don't drink it." Jen said cautiously. Nicole nodded, nearly gagging on the smell of it as she brought it to her lips.
"Right." She said, then quickly took a sip. Her face contorted as she swallowed it, and she shuddered. "Not bad." She said in a weak voice. Jen took a deep breath and took a sip as well. It didn't taste that good, and it smelled worse. It oozed down her throat, and she nearly gagged on the taste.
"That's the spirit!" Jack shouted over the chorus of Yo Ho's. Jen watched Nicole tentatively take another sip.
"It's not so bad, once you get past the first swallow." Nicole told her. Thirsty, Jen took another sip. To Jen, it was just as bad, if not worse. Throughout the next hour, Jen tried to take small sips, enough to wet her throat but not enough to fill her stomach with. Nicole adjusted to the taste and even joined in the on the last of the song. Finally Jack stood up.
"Alright, you mangy scoundrels, those of you on the night shift get on it, the rest of you get off to bed." He ordered. Jen stood up gratefully and put down her pitcher. She gave Nicole a hug goodnight while holding her breath (Nicole now, like the others, reeked of rum) and headed down to her cabin. She made sure to beat Jack, so she wouldn't have to say goodnight. However, once she was in bed, she regretted not saying goodnight. In the dark, she scoffed at herself. 'He's a pirate, just like he said. He's no good.' She reminded herself. Yet as she drifted off to sleep she was remembering Jack's grin as she touched his shoulder.
The room was still dark when Jen woke up. She wondered what time it was. Nevertheless, she pulled on the dress she had shed and opened the door. No light came down from the stairway this time. Jen made her way up the stairs. It was still dark out, but the sky was beginning to lighten. She looked around, but couldn't see any of the crew. It was a little cold, but not really, and Jen could tell it would be a warm day. She made her way over to the edge of the boat and was looking over when suddenly an arm grabbed her and pulled her back. Startled, she opened her mouth to scream. Jack suddenly moved around to stand in front of her and covered her mouth with his hand.
"Hush up, Jen. I wasn't going to push, just didn't want ya' to fall. You never know when a wave'll come and hit the ship funny. Besides, can you swim?" He asked. She shook her head.
"Thought as much." He answered. He took his hand off her mouth.
"What are you doing up so early?" She asked. He grinned.
"Me? I like to greet the sun. Good way to start off your day. I always get up this early.cept when I drink a little too much." Jack mused. They talked together for awhile in amiable tones, watching the sun rise. The rest of the crew appeared shortly after sunrise. Anna Maria called to Jack.
"Jack! I'll be needin' council with you." Jack winked at Jen and hurried off to Anna Maria. Anna Maria looked worried, a frown was on her face. Jen strained her eyes to listened.
"Jack, there's a storm coming. I can tell."
"I know, I've noticed it also." Jack told her. Anna shook her head.
"It's a big one, Jack. I'm worried. We can't have those two scrambling around on deck. They'll be hurt. And if the worst should happen..we don't know what to do with them." Anna informed him, her voice low and confidential. Jack nodded, frowning too.
"They'll be fine. The Pearl can handle it. She can handle anything!" A smile was now plastered on Jack's face. Jen saw him frown once he turned away from Anna Maria. In her mind, she debated whether to ask Jack about it. Was he worried as well? She decided to say nothing. The rest of the day passed quickly. Nicole stayed at Jen's side all day.
"My head still hurts." She grumbled.
"Serves you right for drinking that vile rum." Jen teased. Nicole glared and rubbed her head.
"Hey, Nicole."
"Yes." Nicole grumbled.
"I don't want you hanging onto Jack." Nicole pulled a face.
"Well aren't you rather overbearing. Why not? He's so much fun." Nicole pouted.
"You can't fall for a pirate captain! Especially when he has kidnapped us and he's wanted by every officer and sailor in Port Royally. That's why!"
"Okay, I get it. It's just that I'd never be allowed to act like this at home, Father would disown me, it was fun to be able to obsess for awhile." Nicole said while grinning. Jen nodded. "Anyway, since I agree, we'll shake on it. No falling for Captain Sparrow." Nicole said, sticking out her hand. Jen met it with her own hand and a grin.
"Agreed. You had better look out for yourself. I have nothing to worry about." Jen teased.
The rain pounded down upon the deck. Jen fought to stand.
"Jack!" Jen shouted. He scanned the deck from his spot on the helm's deck.
"What!"
"Get out of the storm!" She screamed. Jen recalled the hours before. The sky grew dark; rain began to patter down onto the deck. Anna Maria had told Jack to head west, away from the storm. Instead, he insisted they head north, straight into the storm.
"Gibbs, take over!" Jack shouted. Gibbs stumbled over and grabbed the helm. Jack slid down the steps and grabbed Jen's arm. He dragged her down the stairs, surprisingly enough staying upright. Jen was stumbling, being tossed around by the waves. He pushed a door open and paused in the doorway.
"Stay in here please. And try not to do anything.stupid." He begged. He shut the door. Suddenly it opened again. "Sit in one spot." The door shut. It opened. "Oh, and don't make too much noise." The door shut. The door opened. "And don't leave." Then the door shut and didn't open again. Fuming silently, Jen turned around. She was in another bedroom, where there was a large bed with white sheets and fluffy white pillows. Jen staggered over to the bed, feeling like she was being tossed by the waves. She dropped down onto the bed, shedding the heavy outer dress, leaving her in her undergarments. Trying to ignore the loud crash of the waves and pounding of the rain on the ship, the tossing of the ship on the waves, and the hurling she felt in her stomach, she closed her eyes. It wasn't long before she was asleep. But when she woke up, there was a problem.
WHAT HAPPENED? WHERE IS NICOLE, JACK, ANNA MARIA AND EVERYONE ELSE? WILL THE PEARL SURVIVE THIS STORM?
