I hope y'all had a happy Merry Christmas! I did! I finally got my DVD
player, and the extended FOTR and TTT! Woot!
I'm so in love with Return of the King! I've seen it three times now. . . *sigh* I borrowed the soundtrack for Return of the King from Roger today. . . I screamed when I heard Pippin's song. I didn't know it was on it! *sigh* Billy Boyd's got an amazing voice! It makes me cry just to hear him!
Anyway. . . to the point. I'm so sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up. . . there were a few plot issues that I had to work out first. But I think you'll like it. it's long. . . about three and a half pages. (long for me anyway.) so, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but a copy of the movie and a one of those cardboard cut-outs that are always with the displays. I got it the other day! Oh. . . lovely Willy! *ahem* but I do own Salty, Edward, Jonathan and Ivanco, though I'm not actually sure I do. He just kind of demanded more lines. Sheesh! Characters these days!
Chapter four- Discovery and meeting Captain Ivanco
Edward and Jonathan spent most of the morning dozing, while waiting for their inevitable discovery. Shouts and bangs filtered through from the decks above, and Edward listened eagerly for something to break the monotony of waiting. Unfortunately, nothing interesting was going on above deck. Orders were being shouted back and forth, and feet were trampling up and down the stairs that led from the decks to the lower levels. The ship swayed back and forth, and Jonathan began complaining that he was going to be sick if he didn't get some fresh air soon.
"D'ye know 'ow much longer it'll be?" he asked, for about the hundredth time.
"We'll be found when we're found!" Edward near-shouted. Jonathan looked at him in horror, then belatedly slapped his hand over Edward's mouth. Footsteps that had been climbing the stairs began to recede.
"We migh' no' be far 'nough out ta sea!" Jonathan whispered urgently.
"We'll, s'a lit'le late fer tha' now in'it?" Edward snapped. He crouched down a little farther into his corner, and Jonathan clung to his clothing like a child. The footsteps were coming closer, great thunking footsteps that echoed in the enclosed space. Edward hid his face.
"What's we got 'ere?" a voice called from above.
"Don' 'urt us!" Jonathan called out. "We meant no 'arm!"
"No 'arm eh?" the voice said, a distinct chuckle in his voice. "Le's go pay a lit'le visit to tha cap'n, shall we?" the pirate grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and dragged them up on deck. He was small and well muscled, with hands that had fired a hundred cannons. His hair was the color of wheat, and his eyes were sea-green-grey. Jonathan, breathing deeply, spoke up.
"I don' mean ta interrupt yer fun, but ye're hurting me knees," he said, a little meekly. The other pirates turned at hearing the new voice, and began to point and laugh.
"Wha'ch'e go' there, eh, Salty?" they asked. "A few new recruits?"
"We got's a coupl'a stowaways," the man, Salty, replied. "I'm takin' em ta see tha cap'n."
"Aye," they laughed. "'Em's'll get wha' they deserve!" Jonathan and Edward shared a look. This was not looking good for either of them. Salty dragged them the rest of the way and knocked smartly on the door to the captain's cabin.
"Wha'?" a voice shouted. "I'm a lit'le busy, so if it's not impo'tant, leave me 'lone!" Salty shook his head.
"Always busy you are cap'n," he replied. "But I's gots a coup'la stowaways."
"Stowaways?" the voice became much more interested. "Bring them in." Salty opened the door and the captain's cabin came into view. Salty pushed them through and presented them to the captain.
The cabin was neatly furnished, with mismatched, but very expensive, furniture. The desk was covered in maps and papers and other interesting- looking objects, some of which the captain was hastily shoving into a drawer. A very nice rug lay on the floor, though it did not match the rest of the décor. There were a few maps on the walls, mostly of the Caribbean Sea. It was marked up, with small notes telling where the biggest treasures had been taken. A chest sat in one corner, peeking out from behind a small table. Various other odds and ends took up the other corners. Candles hung on the walls lit the average-sized room, giving it a comfortable atmosphere.
"Stowaways," the captain declared. He was a nice-looking man, with shoulder- length black hair and brown eyes. He had a slightly crooked nose, that looked as though he had come off worse in a fight. His skin was ruddy and tanned and he had a small scar on one temple. He was tall and imposing and both boys cowered away from him.
"Stowaways," the captain repeated. "You have just landed yourself, and me, I might add, in the worst predicament imaginable. Captain Ivanco does not enjoy it when he has unexpected visitors upon his ship. He likes it much better when he knows exactly who is where and when. He doesn't like it when he has to kill little children like yourselves. But the crew you see, they think that he's a tough old guy, so they would expect that I would kill you right off. Now, what do you think he should do?" Jonathan and Edward were a little surprised by this little speech.
"Cap'n . . ." Edward trailed off. "Wha' was ye're name again?"
"Gregory Ivanco," the captain replied. "Eve-on-ko."
"Cap'n Ivanco, we was. . . um. . . "
"Why's ye spekin' all fancy an' all tha'?" Jonathan asked incredulously. "We's not but children, eh? Why's ye usin' proper grammar?"
"Captain Ivanco is known around the world for his immaculate speech," Ivanco replied. "He always tries to use the proper grammar when speaking to anyone, including children like yourselves."
"well I's never 'eard o' you before!" Jonathan exclaimed.
"no, Captain Ivanco hardly expects little hoodlums like yourselves to have heard of someone with immaculate speech. I don't think you would even care."
"Why's ye always sayin' 'he' and 'Cap'n Ivanco'?" Jonathan inquired. "We know who ye are, an' ye don' need remindin' a who you are, do ye?"
"I'm afraid it's a rather bad habit that I picked up a while back," Ivanco said stiffly. "I do not wish to discuss the matter."
"It's ratha' strange if y'ask me," Jonathan said. "I know I'm a righ' lit'le bugger, but I don' go round talkin. . . what was it ma Mama said? Oh yea, in tha second person."
"Stowing away on Captain Ivanco's ship," Ivanco said loudly, as though he had not heard Jonathan. "Was the worst thing you could have done to him and yourselves. Captain Ivanco does not wish to kill you children, so you must work. Starting today, you two will be swabbing every deck from here to the poop deck."
Jonathan and Edward grinned at each other. They tried not to giggle at Ivanco's weird speech and left quickly when he waved them away. They hurried to find Salty as instructed. He, however, was nowhere in sight, so they had to ask one of the unfriendly-looking pirates. He was a big burly man with a braided beard and beads in his hair. A red bandana covering the majority of his hair.
"Eh, you there!" Edward called roughly to the pirate. The man turned around to see who it was calling him 'you there'. "You! 'Ave ye seen Salty 'round 'ere anywheres?"
"I's the stowaway!" the pirate shouted. "Wha's the cap'n put ye up to then? Swabbin' the decks? A good keelhaulin'?"
"Swabbin' the decks it is," Edward answered. "We's lookin' fer Salty. 'Ave ye seen 'im?"
"'E's up the mast," he told them, pointing up to the crow's nest. "Ye're welcome te climb up to 'im." Jonathan's face lit up.
"Really? Ye're gonna let us climb up?" he bounced over to the mast and grabbed hold of the rigging.
"Be sure ye don' fall now," the pirate laughed. "An' don' look down!" Jonathan climbed quickly up to the crow's nest, delighting in the climb. He spoke quickly to Salty, and started to follow him down, but was suddenly aware of how high up he was.
"Uh. . . Salty?" he called, for Salty was a way down the rigging. "'S really high up in here."
"Aye," Salty agreed. "Tha's why ye're comin' down, eh?"
"Uh. . ." Jonathan stalled. "I can' climb down!"
"An' why no'?" Salty demanded.
"'E's a chicken!" Edward taunted. "E's too scared to come down from the crow's nest! Come on now, lit'le chicken! Climb down!" Edward danced a taunting little dance.
"I'm no' scared!" Jonathan cried. "I'm just. . . admirin' tha view!"
"Yeah righ'!" Edward yelled. "An' I suppose tha' when ye're done tha', ye're gonna jus' stay up there fer the fresh air?"
"Not so!" Jonathan protested. "I'm no' scared te come down! Watch!" taking a deep breath and not looking down, Jonathan climbed slowly but surely down the rigging. He kept his eyes closed, and didn't open them once until he was firmly on deck. When he felt the solid wood beneath his feet, his opened his eyes and grinned.
"Told ye so!"
"Aye," Edward laughed. "I never knew ye were afraid of hights!" Jonathan scuffed his feet.
"I ain't 'fraid," he protested meekly. "Jus' a lit'le scared o' comin' down."
"Aye," Edward agreed. "Jus' a lit'le scared. Righ'."
"C'mon ye bilige rats! I's got the mop an' bucket for ye!" Salty called. The two boys ambled over to the pirate.
"Why's ye called Salty?" Jonathan asked.
"S'the way the crew firs' found me," Salty replied. "I'd taken a bi' of a beatin' in one o' tha pubs. I 'ad big gashes on me face, see the scar there? Big o' brute decided tha' it'd be funny ta throw some salt in tha wound. Dumped a 'hole shaker on me face. 'Urt like 'ell, I tell ye."
"Ouch," Edward said. "So ye's been called Salty ever since?" the pirate nodded.
"Tha's interestin'." Edward said.
A shout came from up in the crow's nest.
"Ship ahead! Ship dead ahead! Get tha cap'n!" salty took off to get Ivanco.
"Ivanco'll not do much good," Jonathan said under his breath. "Unless he's go' some skills tha we don' know abou'."
"Aye," Edward whispered back. "Bu' we'll see now anyhow. 'E might be better in an emergency."
"Let's go see, shall we?" Jonathan and Edward went to look at the oncoming ship. It was another pirate ship, but this one was grander. The Jolly Roger was flying proudly atop the tallest mast, and great black sails billowed in the wind. Closer and closer it came, until it was right up next to them. Ivanco had finally come out of his cabin and was standing next to Edward and Jonathan.
"Ah, Captain Bradley has come," Ivanco breathed to himself. "Ivanco must go and ready his cabin, he can't have a meeting with an important pirate in a messy cabin. . ." Ivanco wandered off to clean his cabin.
"Cap'n Bradley?" Edward asked. "Ever 'eard of 'im?"
"Never," Jonathan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess we'll find out 'ho 'e is later. Righ' now we should get to tha deck. Can' 'ave Ivanco yellin' at us cause we didn' 'ave 'is deck clean."
"Aye," Edward sighed. With one last look at the new ship, the two boys got down to cleaning the decks.
I love Ivanco! He's funny! He was actually going to just have a few lines, like: "go and swab the decks" but now he's got a full paragraph and more! And yes, I do know that he speaks in the Third person, but I don't think that Jonathan would know that.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed, please review and Merry Happy New Year!
I'm so in love with Return of the King! I've seen it three times now. . . *sigh* I borrowed the soundtrack for Return of the King from Roger today. . . I screamed when I heard Pippin's song. I didn't know it was on it! *sigh* Billy Boyd's got an amazing voice! It makes me cry just to hear him!
Anyway. . . to the point. I'm so sorry that it took so long to get this chapter up. . . there were a few plot issues that I had to work out first. But I think you'll like it. it's long. . . about three and a half pages. (long for me anyway.) so, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but a copy of the movie and a one of those cardboard cut-outs that are always with the displays. I got it the other day! Oh. . . lovely Willy! *ahem* but I do own Salty, Edward, Jonathan and Ivanco, though I'm not actually sure I do. He just kind of demanded more lines. Sheesh! Characters these days!
Chapter four- Discovery and meeting Captain Ivanco
Edward and Jonathan spent most of the morning dozing, while waiting for their inevitable discovery. Shouts and bangs filtered through from the decks above, and Edward listened eagerly for something to break the monotony of waiting. Unfortunately, nothing interesting was going on above deck. Orders were being shouted back and forth, and feet were trampling up and down the stairs that led from the decks to the lower levels. The ship swayed back and forth, and Jonathan began complaining that he was going to be sick if he didn't get some fresh air soon.
"D'ye know 'ow much longer it'll be?" he asked, for about the hundredth time.
"We'll be found when we're found!" Edward near-shouted. Jonathan looked at him in horror, then belatedly slapped his hand over Edward's mouth. Footsteps that had been climbing the stairs began to recede.
"We migh' no' be far 'nough out ta sea!" Jonathan whispered urgently.
"We'll, s'a lit'le late fer tha' now in'it?" Edward snapped. He crouched down a little farther into his corner, and Jonathan clung to his clothing like a child. The footsteps were coming closer, great thunking footsteps that echoed in the enclosed space. Edward hid his face.
"What's we got 'ere?" a voice called from above.
"Don' 'urt us!" Jonathan called out. "We meant no 'arm!"
"No 'arm eh?" the voice said, a distinct chuckle in his voice. "Le's go pay a lit'le visit to tha cap'n, shall we?" the pirate grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and dragged them up on deck. He was small and well muscled, with hands that had fired a hundred cannons. His hair was the color of wheat, and his eyes were sea-green-grey. Jonathan, breathing deeply, spoke up.
"I don' mean ta interrupt yer fun, but ye're hurting me knees," he said, a little meekly. The other pirates turned at hearing the new voice, and began to point and laugh.
"Wha'ch'e go' there, eh, Salty?" they asked. "A few new recruits?"
"We got's a coupl'a stowaways," the man, Salty, replied. "I'm takin' em ta see tha cap'n."
"Aye," they laughed. "'Em's'll get wha' they deserve!" Jonathan and Edward shared a look. This was not looking good for either of them. Salty dragged them the rest of the way and knocked smartly on the door to the captain's cabin.
"Wha'?" a voice shouted. "I'm a lit'le busy, so if it's not impo'tant, leave me 'lone!" Salty shook his head.
"Always busy you are cap'n," he replied. "But I's gots a coup'la stowaways."
"Stowaways?" the voice became much more interested. "Bring them in." Salty opened the door and the captain's cabin came into view. Salty pushed them through and presented them to the captain.
The cabin was neatly furnished, with mismatched, but very expensive, furniture. The desk was covered in maps and papers and other interesting- looking objects, some of which the captain was hastily shoving into a drawer. A very nice rug lay on the floor, though it did not match the rest of the décor. There were a few maps on the walls, mostly of the Caribbean Sea. It was marked up, with small notes telling where the biggest treasures had been taken. A chest sat in one corner, peeking out from behind a small table. Various other odds and ends took up the other corners. Candles hung on the walls lit the average-sized room, giving it a comfortable atmosphere.
"Stowaways," the captain declared. He was a nice-looking man, with shoulder- length black hair and brown eyes. He had a slightly crooked nose, that looked as though he had come off worse in a fight. His skin was ruddy and tanned and he had a small scar on one temple. He was tall and imposing and both boys cowered away from him.
"Stowaways," the captain repeated. "You have just landed yourself, and me, I might add, in the worst predicament imaginable. Captain Ivanco does not enjoy it when he has unexpected visitors upon his ship. He likes it much better when he knows exactly who is where and when. He doesn't like it when he has to kill little children like yourselves. But the crew you see, they think that he's a tough old guy, so they would expect that I would kill you right off. Now, what do you think he should do?" Jonathan and Edward were a little surprised by this little speech.
"Cap'n . . ." Edward trailed off. "Wha' was ye're name again?"
"Gregory Ivanco," the captain replied. "Eve-on-ko."
"Cap'n Ivanco, we was. . . um. . . "
"Why's ye spekin' all fancy an' all tha'?" Jonathan asked incredulously. "We's not but children, eh? Why's ye usin' proper grammar?"
"Captain Ivanco is known around the world for his immaculate speech," Ivanco replied. "He always tries to use the proper grammar when speaking to anyone, including children like yourselves."
"well I's never 'eard o' you before!" Jonathan exclaimed.
"no, Captain Ivanco hardly expects little hoodlums like yourselves to have heard of someone with immaculate speech. I don't think you would even care."
"Why's ye always sayin' 'he' and 'Cap'n Ivanco'?" Jonathan inquired. "We know who ye are, an' ye don' need remindin' a who you are, do ye?"
"I'm afraid it's a rather bad habit that I picked up a while back," Ivanco said stiffly. "I do not wish to discuss the matter."
"It's ratha' strange if y'ask me," Jonathan said. "I know I'm a righ' lit'le bugger, but I don' go round talkin. . . what was it ma Mama said? Oh yea, in tha second person."
"Stowing away on Captain Ivanco's ship," Ivanco said loudly, as though he had not heard Jonathan. "Was the worst thing you could have done to him and yourselves. Captain Ivanco does not wish to kill you children, so you must work. Starting today, you two will be swabbing every deck from here to the poop deck."
Jonathan and Edward grinned at each other. They tried not to giggle at Ivanco's weird speech and left quickly when he waved them away. They hurried to find Salty as instructed. He, however, was nowhere in sight, so they had to ask one of the unfriendly-looking pirates. He was a big burly man with a braided beard and beads in his hair. A red bandana covering the majority of his hair.
"Eh, you there!" Edward called roughly to the pirate. The man turned around to see who it was calling him 'you there'. "You! 'Ave ye seen Salty 'round 'ere anywheres?"
"I's the stowaway!" the pirate shouted. "Wha's the cap'n put ye up to then? Swabbin' the decks? A good keelhaulin'?"
"Swabbin' the decks it is," Edward answered. "We's lookin' fer Salty. 'Ave ye seen 'im?"
"'E's up the mast," he told them, pointing up to the crow's nest. "Ye're welcome te climb up to 'im." Jonathan's face lit up.
"Really? Ye're gonna let us climb up?" he bounced over to the mast and grabbed hold of the rigging.
"Be sure ye don' fall now," the pirate laughed. "An' don' look down!" Jonathan climbed quickly up to the crow's nest, delighting in the climb. He spoke quickly to Salty, and started to follow him down, but was suddenly aware of how high up he was.
"Uh. . . Salty?" he called, for Salty was a way down the rigging. "'S really high up in here."
"Aye," Salty agreed. "Tha's why ye're comin' down, eh?"
"Uh. . ." Jonathan stalled. "I can' climb down!"
"An' why no'?" Salty demanded.
"'E's a chicken!" Edward taunted. "E's too scared to come down from the crow's nest! Come on now, lit'le chicken! Climb down!" Edward danced a taunting little dance.
"I'm no' scared!" Jonathan cried. "I'm just. . . admirin' tha view!"
"Yeah righ'!" Edward yelled. "An' I suppose tha' when ye're done tha', ye're gonna jus' stay up there fer the fresh air?"
"Not so!" Jonathan protested. "I'm no' scared te come down! Watch!" taking a deep breath and not looking down, Jonathan climbed slowly but surely down the rigging. He kept his eyes closed, and didn't open them once until he was firmly on deck. When he felt the solid wood beneath his feet, his opened his eyes and grinned.
"Told ye so!"
"Aye," Edward laughed. "I never knew ye were afraid of hights!" Jonathan scuffed his feet.
"I ain't 'fraid," he protested meekly. "Jus' a lit'le scared o' comin' down."
"Aye," Edward agreed. "Jus' a lit'le scared. Righ'."
"C'mon ye bilige rats! I's got the mop an' bucket for ye!" Salty called. The two boys ambled over to the pirate.
"Why's ye called Salty?" Jonathan asked.
"S'the way the crew firs' found me," Salty replied. "I'd taken a bi' of a beatin' in one o' tha pubs. I 'ad big gashes on me face, see the scar there? Big o' brute decided tha' it'd be funny ta throw some salt in tha wound. Dumped a 'hole shaker on me face. 'Urt like 'ell, I tell ye."
"Ouch," Edward said. "So ye's been called Salty ever since?" the pirate nodded.
"Tha's interestin'." Edward said.
A shout came from up in the crow's nest.
"Ship ahead! Ship dead ahead! Get tha cap'n!" salty took off to get Ivanco.
"Ivanco'll not do much good," Jonathan said under his breath. "Unless he's go' some skills tha we don' know abou'."
"Aye," Edward whispered back. "Bu' we'll see now anyhow. 'E might be better in an emergency."
"Let's go see, shall we?" Jonathan and Edward went to look at the oncoming ship. It was another pirate ship, but this one was grander. The Jolly Roger was flying proudly atop the tallest mast, and great black sails billowed in the wind. Closer and closer it came, until it was right up next to them. Ivanco had finally come out of his cabin and was standing next to Edward and Jonathan.
"Ah, Captain Bradley has come," Ivanco breathed to himself. "Ivanco must go and ready his cabin, he can't have a meeting with an important pirate in a messy cabin. . ." Ivanco wandered off to clean his cabin.
"Cap'n Bradley?" Edward asked. "Ever 'eard of 'im?"
"Never," Jonathan replied, shrugging his shoulders. "Guess we'll find out 'ho 'e is later. Righ' now we should get to tha deck. Can' 'ave Ivanco yellin' at us cause we didn' 'ave 'is deck clean."
"Aye," Edward sighed. With one last look at the new ship, the two boys got down to cleaning the decks.
I love Ivanco! He's funny! He was actually going to just have a few lines, like: "go and swab the decks" but now he's got a full paragraph and more! And yes, I do know that he speaks in the Third person, but I don't think that Jonathan would know that.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed, please review and Merry Happy New Year!