Author's Ramble: Three months?! It's been three months since I've
updated?!?!? That's terrible. It's gone so fast! College makes time go
by in strange and scary ways. So anyways, I was watching Once Upon a Time
in Mexico, drooling over Johnny Depp, and I was like Hey! I never finished
The Treasure's Heiress! I need to do that!!! So I hope all my readers
haven't abandoned me *sob* I haven't abandoned you! I still love you all!!
Review, please! I need to know if anyone's still reading this thing. And without further ado... it's time for a Jack-view chappie! W00t!!
"Jus' let Th' Heiress waltz around Isle de Mureta like she's at a sewin' circle," Jack mumbled to himself, gripping the wheel until his knuckles were completely blanched. "Brilliant, Captain Jack Sparrow."
He found it difficult to even look at her now, the walking and breathing, beautiful reminder of his pinnacle stupidity. Every time he caught a glimpse of her brooding eyes, her shining hair, or her curving figure shivering on the deck, it sent his stomach lurching and his eyes squeezing shut. If they were closed tightly enough, perhaps the memory would erase from the banks of his mind.
Damn it!! Why the hell did it matter what happened to Tabitha McGovern? Of course she was the Heiress, and her loss would mean that Eden's treasure would be lost to eternity. So? There were a million other stories floating about the sea, leading to enough loot for a thousand generations of pirates. On top of THAT, there were enough women to fill each night of a lifetime.
Yet it did matter. It mattered more than anything else ever had. The mere realization that she was even slightly compromised by his carelessness was more than he could bear. Nothing occupied his thoughts, waking or dreaming, except for the pale enchantress. She was an insanity to be reckoned with.
Piracy and women. Curse the fools that mixed 'em.
***
"Th' Black Pearl's been spotted several miles ahead," the helmsman reported, standing at attention before Thoreau's desk. "If we increase our speed, we should reach 'em before sunset."
"Maintain course," he said flatly, neglecting to raise his eyes to meet the lowly subordinate as his ostrich plume scrawled notes across the log. "When darkness falls, make sure not even a candle is left aflame. We must be absolutely dark as we approach the Black Pearl."
"Should we load th' cannons then, cap'n?"
He stood slowly, his back to the man as he stared out the window, his veiny hands clasped behind his back. Behind the British Navy jacket dyed a rusty red from its bath in human blood. "Sparrow will follow us to Eden's Rock, and we will be there to greet him. I won't be having him dying before seeing what all he lost."
Review, please! I need to know if anyone's still reading this thing. And without further ado... it's time for a Jack-view chappie! W00t!!
"Jus' let Th' Heiress waltz around Isle de Mureta like she's at a sewin' circle," Jack mumbled to himself, gripping the wheel until his knuckles were completely blanched. "Brilliant, Captain Jack Sparrow."
He found it difficult to even look at her now, the walking and breathing, beautiful reminder of his pinnacle stupidity. Every time he caught a glimpse of her brooding eyes, her shining hair, or her curving figure shivering on the deck, it sent his stomach lurching and his eyes squeezing shut. If they were closed tightly enough, perhaps the memory would erase from the banks of his mind.
Damn it!! Why the hell did it matter what happened to Tabitha McGovern? Of course she was the Heiress, and her loss would mean that Eden's treasure would be lost to eternity. So? There were a million other stories floating about the sea, leading to enough loot for a thousand generations of pirates. On top of THAT, there were enough women to fill each night of a lifetime.
Yet it did matter. It mattered more than anything else ever had. The mere realization that she was even slightly compromised by his carelessness was more than he could bear. Nothing occupied his thoughts, waking or dreaming, except for the pale enchantress. She was an insanity to be reckoned with.
Piracy and women. Curse the fools that mixed 'em.
***
"Th' Black Pearl's been spotted several miles ahead," the helmsman reported, standing at attention before Thoreau's desk. "If we increase our speed, we should reach 'em before sunset."
"Maintain course," he said flatly, neglecting to raise his eyes to meet the lowly subordinate as his ostrich plume scrawled notes across the log. "When darkness falls, make sure not even a candle is left aflame. We must be absolutely dark as we approach the Black Pearl."
"Should we load th' cannons then, cap'n?"
He stood slowly, his back to the man as he stared out the window, his veiny hands clasped behind his back. Behind the British Navy jacket dyed a rusty red from its bath in human blood. "Sparrow will follow us to Eden's Rock, and we will be there to greet him. I won't be having him dying before seeing what all he lost."