Hello all! I'm back! I think I'm getting a little too lazy with my writing.
. . it seems that every chapter that I put up now, I'm apologising for
taking so long. Have no fear! After exams, I can start writing again! But
another thing, my computer is in the basement, and it's so cold in there,
even when the heat is turned up as high as it can.
Yes, it's cold here. We're in a deep-freeze, as they keep saying on the radio and weather channel. The past two days the school buses were cancelled because it was so cold they wouldn't start. Not because of the wind, or snow (in fact, we only have about two inches that fell a week ago) but because it's so damn cold. The glories of Atlantic Canada!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I own Ivanco and Bradley, Salty, Edward and Jonathan. Wow, I own quite a lot of this! I think. They keep bugging me. They won't accept a lot of the things I tell them to say. Pipe down you idiots!
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Chapter five- Captain Bradley's Grudge
Edward and Jonathan cleaned as fast as they could. When the captain came out to check their work he smiled and nodded encouragingly. Captain Ivanco had cleaned himself up, and was wearing a new coat and breeches. But still no one from the new ship, the Nightglider, had come to talk. Which was unusual, as they had been sitting there for over an hour. Crewmen rushed back and forth working the rigging, same as on Ivanco's own ship. But there was no sign of Captain Bradley.
Ivanco started to pace back and forth across the deck. He kept glancing over at the Nightglider, but still there was no sign of Bradley. He finally lost patience and called out to the crew on the other ship.
"Hello there! Hello!" he called. The crew on the Nightglider looked up.
"Yes, Hello. Is it possible that Captain Ivanco may speak with Captain Bradley?" he asked.
"Ain't ye the Cap'n?" one of the pirate's asked.
"Yes, I am He," Ivanco replied. The pirate just gave a meaningful look to his comrades and mouthed the words "he's loony," to them. They just shook in silent laughter as one of them went to fetch the Captain. A few moments later he returned with a huge man.
The man was tall and muscular, with muscles upon muscles. He had grey eyes, and his fair hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He had three parallel scars running his face, one over each of his piercing eyes and one scar ran down his nose. He looked as though he had been scratched by some wild animal, and coupled with his cold grey eyes, his was a face you wouldn't forget in a hurry.
"Aye, Ivanco," he said in a rough Irish brogue. "T'is been as long time since we've met, no?"
"Oh, yes," Ivanco said, rather taken aback by his appearance. "Yes, it has. You've got a new crew. I trust you've had success?"
"Aye," Bradley said. "In all but one respect. I ain't yet caught that no- good, dirty rotten Jack Sparra'." At hearing his father mentioned like this, Edward sucked in his breath. "I ain't yet found 'im. As you can see, 'e wasn't too pleased to see me tha last time. 'E's as slippery as a snake an' half as 'onest."
"Jack sparrow ain't no snake!" Edward yelled, unable to control himself. Bradley turned his cold eyes on Edward.
"'Ho's this now?" Bradley asked Ivanco, not taking his eyes off Edward.
"Edward Sparrow," Edward spat at him before Ivanco could answer the question.
"Sparrow, ye say?" Bradley asked, stooping down to look Edward in the eye. "Well then it looks as though jack the snake has a little son. . . " His eyes flashed dangerously. Edward felt an urge to back away, but pride kept him standing stock-still.
"Aye," he spat. "An' ye'll not be insultin' 'is honour in front o' me." Jonathan tugged on Edward's arm, but he was too angry to care. There was something about this Bradley that he really didn't like.
"Oh, in front o' you, is it? Oh then I'm deeply terrified o' what ye'll do to me." Bradley laughed loudly and stood up straight. "Well then, Ivanco, where'd ye pick up this ragamuffin?"
"That boy came to us, actually," Ivanco said as he and Bradley turned to his cabin. "Stowed away as it were."
"Stowed away," Edward heard as they entered the cabin. "That's interesting. . . "
"Now, you've done it Edward!" Jonathan snapped at him when he finally cooled down. "I don' like tha look o' tha' man, 'E's got somethin' wrong 'bout 'im. Ye'd best stay away from 'im."
"Um-huh," Edward mumbled. He just didn't like that man. He really didn't.
***
Edward and Jonathan spent the day with Salty. They swabbed the decks and cleaned the biliges, and any other chore that would keep the two boys busy.
"So 'ow'd Ivanco meet tha' Cap'n Bradley?" Edward asked Salty eagerly.
"Why, don't ye know?" Salty asked. "'Ave you never even 'eard o' Cap'n Bradley?"
"Not before today," Jonathan said. "Why? 'ow'd a pompous weirdo like Ivanco mee' up with a scary man like Bradley?"
"Tha's an interestin' story," Salty said. "'Bout ten years ago now, Bradley and Ivanco were stayin' at an inn, see? They didn' know each other then, they was just sittin' at two tables, side by side. It seems Bradley was to 'ave a meetin' with Jack Sparra'. Jack came, all right, 'e was ta give somethin' o' great value to Bradley. Thing is, 'e never 'ad it. 'E came in an' tried ta wiggle 'is way outta payin whatever it was tha' Bradley wanted. Bradley, though, 'e ain't a pushover, an' 'e wanted whatever it was. Bradley threatened 'im see, grabbed 'is throat an' tried to strangle 'im, see.
But Jack there was a lit'le smarter than 'e'd expected. Jack 'ad some o' 'is men in the inn, just 'avin' drinks, so they could 'elp him when Bradley stared to get violent. So 'is men came up an' they 'elped jack all right, they damn near knocked Bradley out. After Jack an' 'is men 'ad left, Ivanco went ta help Bradley. He brought 'im round, an' when Bradley told 'im what it was about, Ivanco promised to 'elp 'im find Jack. If there's one thing that Ivanco can't stand, it's a man 'ho can' keep 'is promise. They've been tryin' to get 'im ever since. Tha' father o' yours is a right slippery one, I'll tell ye. I ain't never seen no one better at 'idin' than 'im at avoidin' some one 'e don't wanna see."
"Tha's very true," said a lilting Irish voice behind Edward. "'E is very good. But I don't think that he'll be very eager to run away when he sees his son here, with a knife at his throat." Edward's eyes widened at the words. He slowly turned to look into Bradley's eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you say to him," Edward said, keeping down his rising panic. "There's no way he'd believe that I'm his son. He doesn't know I exist. He's never heard my name, never learned how old I am. He won't care about me, or whether I live or die." Bradley leered at Edward.
"Be that as it may, but if I know Jack well enough, then I can tell you that if there's one thing that he hates, it's killing innocent people, whether it's necessary or not." Edward took a deep breath.
"Jack sparrow won't care if ye kill me or no'. If this thing is as valuable as ye's made it out to be, then 'e won't care, 'e'll let ye kill me and keep the treasure."
"Well, if that's the case, then we'll jus' 'ave to find tha' out tha' 'ard way now won't we?" Bradley said with a sickening smile. "Come with me little laddie, and I'll take you to your father."
Bradley's arms shot out to catch Edward as he made a run for it. He picked him up, kicking and screaming, and carried him to the plank connecting the two ships. Edward yelled and screamed for help, but everyone, including Salty were to scared to try and stop Bradley. Jonathan ran into Bradley and started to punch him in the stomach, but it had no effect. Bradley kicked him like an annoying dog and continued to his ship.
"I'll see you soon, Ivanco," Bradley called to the captain, who was standing in front of his cabin, doing nothing. "I think we've got just the thing to convince jack to keep his promise. Edward swallowed a sob, and looked desperately at the other members of Ivanco's crew. None budged. Edward wiggled again. Thrashing around wildly, but Bradley smacked him around the head to quiet him.
As Edward shook off the hit, Jonathan bit Bradley's leg. He screamed and dropped Edward, who rolled quickly away from him. When he was a way away, Edward jumped up and ran down into the lower decks. Bradley yelled and followed, and grabbed him once again. This time, he did not pause as he reached the gangplank, and strode quickly across it and down to the brig. He threw Edward into the filthy cage, and stomped up the stairs again.
Edward screamed and yelled, hoping for someone to come and let him out. None came to help him, and he sank quietly into a corner of his small prison.
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brrr. . . I'm cold! I don't like the winter. Too cold to type. But have no fear! I shall overcome!
My room is in the basement, but it's the warmest room in the house. (odd, because it's right across the hall from the coldest room.) You know in Finding Nemo, the fish who loves his bubbles? When nemo opens the chest, he goes "BUBBLES! Bubblesbubblesbubbles. . . my bubbles." Well, I'm like that with the heat in my room. My door stays closed at all times.
I'm sure you've had enough of my talking about how cold it is here. . . so just review and warm me up with the happiness! (haha, that's corney!)
I *heart* you all!
Yes, it's cold here. We're in a deep-freeze, as they keep saying on the radio and weather channel. The past two days the school buses were cancelled because it was so cold they wouldn't start. Not because of the wind, or snow (in fact, we only have about two inches that fell a week ago) but because it's so damn cold. The glories of Atlantic Canada!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I own Ivanco and Bradley, Salty, Edward and Jonathan. Wow, I own quite a lot of this! I think. They keep bugging me. They won't accept a lot of the things I tell them to say. Pipe down you idiots!
!@#$
Chapter five- Captain Bradley's Grudge
Edward and Jonathan cleaned as fast as they could. When the captain came out to check their work he smiled and nodded encouragingly. Captain Ivanco had cleaned himself up, and was wearing a new coat and breeches. But still no one from the new ship, the Nightglider, had come to talk. Which was unusual, as they had been sitting there for over an hour. Crewmen rushed back and forth working the rigging, same as on Ivanco's own ship. But there was no sign of Captain Bradley.
Ivanco started to pace back and forth across the deck. He kept glancing over at the Nightglider, but still there was no sign of Bradley. He finally lost patience and called out to the crew on the other ship.
"Hello there! Hello!" he called. The crew on the Nightglider looked up.
"Yes, Hello. Is it possible that Captain Ivanco may speak with Captain Bradley?" he asked.
"Ain't ye the Cap'n?" one of the pirate's asked.
"Yes, I am He," Ivanco replied. The pirate just gave a meaningful look to his comrades and mouthed the words "he's loony," to them. They just shook in silent laughter as one of them went to fetch the Captain. A few moments later he returned with a huge man.
The man was tall and muscular, with muscles upon muscles. He had grey eyes, and his fair hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He had three parallel scars running his face, one over each of his piercing eyes and one scar ran down his nose. He looked as though he had been scratched by some wild animal, and coupled with his cold grey eyes, his was a face you wouldn't forget in a hurry.
"Aye, Ivanco," he said in a rough Irish brogue. "T'is been as long time since we've met, no?"
"Oh, yes," Ivanco said, rather taken aback by his appearance. "Yes, it has. You've got a new crew. I trust you've had success?"
"Aye," Bradley said. "In all but one respect. I ain't yet caught that no- good, dirty rotten Jack Sparra'." At hearing his father mentioned like this, Edward sucked in his breath. "I ain't yet found 'im. As you can see, 'e wasn't too pleased to see me tha last time. 'E's as slippery as a snake an' half as 'onest."
"Jack sparrow ain't no snake!" Edward yelled, unable to control himself. Bradley turned his cold eyes on Edward.
"'Ho's this now?" Bradley asked Ivanco, not taking his eyes off Edward.
"Edward Sparrow," Edward spat at him before Ivanco could answer the question.
"Sparrow, ye say?" Bradley asked, stooping down to look Edward in the eye. "Well then it looks as though jack the snake has a little son. . . " His eyes flashed dangerously. Edward felt an urge to back away, but pride kept him standing stock-still.
"Aye," he spat. "An' ye'll not be insultin' 'is honour in front o' me." Jonathan tugged on Edward's arm, but he was too angry to care. There was something about this Bradley that he really didn't like.
"Oh, in front o' you, is it? Oh then I'm deeply terrified o' what ye'll do to me." Bradley laughed loudly and stood up straight. "Well then, Ivanco, where'd ye pick up this ragamuffin?"
"That boy came to us, actually," Ivanco said as he and Bradley turned to his cabin. "Stowed away as it were."
"Stowed away," Edward heard as they entered the cabin. "That's interesting. . . "
"Now, you've done it Edward!" Jonathan snapped at him when he finally cooled down. "I don' like tha look o' tha' man, 'E's got somethin' wrong 'bout 'im. Ye'd best stay away from 'im."
"Um-huh," Edward mumbled. He just didn't like that man. He really didn't.
***
Edward and Jonathan spent the day with Salty. They swabbed the decks and cleaned the biliges, and any other chore that would keep the two boys busy.
"So 'ow'd Ivanco meet tha' Cap'n Bradley?" Edward asked Salty eagerly.
"Why, don't ye know?" Salty asked. "'Ave you never even 'eard o' Cap'n Bradley?"
"Not before today," Jonathan said. "Why? 'ow'd a pompous weirdo like Ivanco mee' up with a scary man like Bradley?"
"Tha's an interestin' story," Salty said. "'Bout ten years ago now, Bradley and Ivanco were stayin' at an inn, see? They didn' know each other then, they was just sittin' at two tables, side by side. It seems Bradley was to 'ave a meetin' with Jack Sparra'. Jack came, all right, 'e was ta give somethin' o' great value to Bradley. Thing is, 'e never 'ad it. 'E came in an' tried ta wiggle 'is way outta payin whatever it was tha' Bradley wanted. Bradley, though, 'e ain't a pushover, an' 'e wanted whatever it was. Bradley threatened 'im see, grabbed 'is throat an' tried to strangle 'im, see.
But Jack there was a lit'le smarter than 'e'd expected. Jack 'ad some o' 'is men in the inn, just 'avin' drinks, so they could 'elp him when Bradley stared to get violent. So 'is men came up an' they 'elped jack all right, they damn near knocked Bradley out. After Jack an' 'is men 'ad left, Ivanco went ta help Bradley. He brought 'im round, an' when Bradley told 'im what it was about, Ivanco promised to 'elp 'im find Jack. If there's one thing that Ivanco can't stand, it's a man 'ho can' keep 'is promise. They've been tryin' to get 'im ever since. Tha' father o' yours is a right slippery one, I'll tell ye. I ain't never seen no one better at 'idin' than 'im at avoidin' some one 'e don't wanna see."
"Tha's very true," said a lilting Irish voice behind Edward. "'E is very good. But I don't think that he'll be very eager to run away when he sees his son here, with a knife at his throat." Edward's eyes widened at the words. He slowly turned to look into Bradley's eyes.
"It doesn't matter what you say to him," Edward said, keeping down his rising panic. "There's no way he'd believe that I'm his son. He doesn't know I exist. He's never heard my name, never learned how old I am. He won't care about me, or whether I live or die." Bradley leered at Edward.
"Be that as it may, but if I know Jack well enough, then I can tell you that if there's one thing that he hates, it's killing innocent people, whether it's necessary or not." Edward took a deep breath.
"Jack sparrow won't care if ye kill me or no'. If this thing is as valuable as ye's made it out to be, then 'e won't care, 'e'll let ye kill me and keep the treasure."
"Well, if that's the case, then we'll jus' 'ave to find tha' out tha' 'ard way now won't we?" Bradley said with a sickening smile. "Come with me little laddie, and I'll take you to your father."
Bradley's arms shot out to catch Edward as he made a run for it. He picked him up, kicking and screaming, and carried him to the plank connecting the two ships. Edward yelled and screamed for help, but everyone, including Salty were to scared to try and stop Bradley. Jonathan ran into Bradley and started to punch him in the stomach, but it had no effect. Bradley kicked him like an annoying dog and continued to his ship.
"I'll see you soon, Ivanco," Bradley called to the captain, who was standing in front of his cabin, doing nothing. "I think we've got just the thing to convince jack to keep his promise. Edward swallowed a sob, and looked desperately at the other members of Ivanco's crew. None budged. Edward wiggled again. Thrashing around wildly, but Bradley smacked him around the head to quiet him.
As Edward shook off the hit, Jonathan bit Bradley's leg. He screamed and dropped Edward, who rolled quickly away from him. When he was a way away, Edward jumped up and ran down into the lower decks. Bradley yelled and followed, and grabbed him once again. This time, he did not pause as he reached the gangplank, and strode quickly across it and down to the brig. He threw Edward into the filthy cage, and stomped up the stairs again.
Edward screamed and yelled, hoping for someone to come and let him out. None came to help him, and he sank quietly into a corner of his small prison.
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brrr. . . I'm cold! I don't like the winter. Too cold to type. But have no fear! I shall overcome!
My room is in the basement, but it's the warmest room in the house. (odd, because it's right across the hall from the coldest room.) You know in Finding Nemo, the fish who loves his bubbles? When nemo opens the chest, he goes "BUBBLES! Bubblesbubblesbubbles. . . my bubbles." Well, I'm like that with the heat in my room. My door stays closed at all times.
I'm sure you've had enough of my talking about how cold it is here. . . so just review and warm me up with the happiness! (haha, that's corney!)
I *heart* you all!