On the Good Ship, the S.S. Claire, aka The Hot Ship
Chapter One
Emily and Rachael were sitting on the couch at Emily's house, and they were rather bored. They had just watched the Pirates of the Caribbean and Sinbad and the Legend of the Seven Seas, and they were now thinking about how boring their own lives were.
"God," exclaimed Rachael, "Could our lives BE anymore boring? Without us being cheerleaders or preps, I mean, of course..."
"Well, that settles it, then," said Emily, standing up and putting her hands on her hips.
"That settles what?" asked Rachael, confused.
"We'll buy a ship and go to sea. You and I can be Co-Captains," said Emily.
"Uh-huh, and how are we going to buy this ship? Your mom wouldn't even give us $350 so you could go to Disney World!" said Rachael, skeptically.
"I am a sad, poor, deprived child," agreed Emily, "But, really, how much can a ship cost? I've saved my last pay check, and I have $19 to spend however I please!"
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"Who knew ships were so expensive?" said Emily, incredulous, two hours later.
"I told you!" exclaimed Rachael, "There's not a ship in this harbor under $500, and that's for the really janky ones!"
"Hey, where'd this harbor come from, anyway?" Emily asked, as she wheeled around and looked at this busy harbor, filled with ships, merchants, etc. It was a scene right out of Pirates of the Caribbean or any other movie set by a beach and in the olden days. Actually, it looked most like the space port from Treasure Planet, only no "space boats" or whatever, only REAL ships.
"Less questions, more figuring out where we're going to get the money to finance the building or buying of a boat," ordered Rachael, and with that they sat down in the middle of the road, and began to brainstorm ideas. Conveniently enough, the crowd parted and walked around them, as they thought.
"I've an idea!" exclaimed Rachael, after a few minutes.
"What?"
"I'll take all my college money out of the bank and we'll have a ship!" she exclaimed.
"Ah...and that will go over so nicely with your parents, eh?" It was Emily's turn to be skeptical.
"Well, if I'm going to sea for the rest of my life, it's not like I'll need college." reasoned Rachael. Emily shrugged, and they went of to tell Rachael's parents the good news.
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A few hours later, after they had recovered from all the screaming and crying and gnashing of teeth, Rachael and Emily walked once more among the harbor. They had enough money to finance a nice ship and, as Emily had reminded Rachael later, take on a good crew too.
"Remind me again why we need a crew?" asked Rachael.
"Really, Rach, it's very simple: we have never sailed before. A crew can sail, which is a plus when you're on a boat. Secondly," She grinned mischievously, "We can get a crew of hot guys who have to do whatever we say."
"Well, now that you mention it, a crew does sound like a worthy investment!" exclaimed Rachael, but she was cut short of any further comments when Emily threw out her arm and pointed.
"Ooo!" she exclaimed, mesmerized, "I want!"
Rachael looked where Emily was pointing. A tall ship made of dark wood sat in the harbor, anchored and rather empty. A conveniently placed "For Sale" sign sat on the deck. It was very nice, with sails of green and blue.
"Ooo!" squealed Rachael, "I want too!"
"But how do we know if it's a good ship?" asked Emily, "You may recall, we know nothing about ships."
"Well, we'll just ask this guy." With that, Rachael reached out and grabbed the cloak of a passerby. As he turned, Rachael and Emily gasped. The stranger was tall and skinny, with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair tied carelessly back into a ponytail. He was clothed in a white shirt, brown vest, brown trousers, sock things, and brown shoes.
Emily was first to recover, as she whispered in Rachael's ear, "I want that too." Rachael shushed her as the man began to speak.
"Good day, ladies. May I be of service?" he said in a brisk British accent. Emily pinched herself to keep from swooning, then spoke in return.
"Uh, yes, please, if you don't mind. We were wondering about that ship over there," She pointed, "Is it a good ship? Sea-worthy, and all that jazz?"
(In case you wondering, no, my dance class did not jump out and start dancing, it's merely a coincidence that I used the title of our jazz song in this song.so shhhh!)
"Why, yes, lady, finest ship in the harbor. May I ask why?"
"Well, we're looking for a ship, we'd like to put to sea, and such and we need a boat. Actually, we need a crew, too. I don't suppose you could help us there, Mr.-?"
"Bloom, lady, Orlando Bloom," he said, smiling, "as it just so happens, my friends and I were looking for a spot in a good ship, looking for adventure and the like."
"There are more of you?" Rachael had remembered how to speak. Emily pinched her, and that shut her up quickly. Actually, it didn't but it distracted her temporarily.
"Yes, Mr. Bloom, we'd be delighted to meet your - er - crew." Emily tried not to giggle, as she shook his hand. "We'll meet right here in half and hour."
"Uh, may I ask your names, lady?" he asked, before she left.
"Oh yes, I am Emily C***** S***********, and this is my Co-Captain, Rachael A** G********."
"Very well, then, Ms. S***********, Ms. G********, I'll meet you in a half an hour."
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Chapter One
Emily and Rachael were sitting on the couch at Emily's house, and they were rather bored. They had just watched the Pirates of the Caribbean and Sinbad and the Legend of the Seven Seas, and they were now thinking about how boring their own lives were.
"God," exclaimed Rachael, "Could our lives BE anymore boring? Without us being cheerleaders or preps, I mean, of course..."
"Well, that settles it, then," said Emily, standing up and putting her hands on her hips.
"That settles what?" asked Rachael, confused.
"We'll buy a ship and go to sea. You and I can be Co-Captains," said Emily.
"Uh-huh, and how are we going to buy this ship? Your mom wouldn't even give us $350 so you could go to Disney World!" said Rachael, skeptically.
"I am a sad, poor, deprived child," agreed Emily, "But, really, how much can a ship cost? I've saved my last pay check, and I have $19 to spend however I please!"
* * * * *
"Who knew ships were so expensive?" said Emily, incredulous, two hours later.
"I told you!" exclaimed Rachael, "There's not a ship in this harbor under $500, and that's for the really janky ones!"
"Hey, where'd this harbor come from, anyway?" Emily asked, as she wheeled around and looked at this busy harbor, filled with ships, merchants, etc. It was a scene right out of Pirates of the Caribbean or any other movie set by a beach and in the olden days. Actually, it looked most like the space port from Treasure Planet, only no "space boats" or whatever, only REAL ships.
"Less questions, more figuring out where we're going to get the money to finance the building or buying of a boat," ordered Rachael, and with that they sat down in the middle of the road, and began to brainstorm ideas. Conveniently enough, the crowd parted and walked around them, as they thought.
"I've an idea!" exclaimed Rachael, after a few minutes.
"What?"
"I'll take all my college money out of the bank and we'll have a ship!" she exclaimed.
"Ah...and that will go over so nicely with your parents, eh?" It was Emily's turn to be skeptical.
"Well, if I'm going to sea for the rest of my life, it's not like I'll need college." reasoned Rachael. Emily shrugged, and they went of to tell Rachael's parents the good news.
* * * * *
A few hours later, after they had recovered from all the screaming and crying and gnashing of teeth, Rachael and Emily walked once more among the harbor. They had enough money to finance a nice ship and, as Emily had reminded Rachael later, take on a good crew too.
"Remind me again why we need a crew?" asked Rachael.
"Really, Rach, it's very simple: we have never sailed before. A crew can sail, which is a plus when you're on a boat. Secondly," She grinned mischievously, "We can get a crew of hot guys who have to do whatever we say."
"Well, now that you mention it, a crew does sound like a worthy investment!" exclaimed Rachael, but she was cut short of any further comments when Emily threw out her arm and pointed.
"Ooo!" she exclaimed, mesmerized, "I want!"
Rachael looked where Emily was pointing. A tall ship made of dark wood sat in the harbor, anchored and rather empty. A conveniently placed "For Sale" sign sat on the deck. It was very nice, with sails of green and blue.
"Ooo!" squealed Rachael, "I want too!"
"But how do we know if it's a good ship?" asked Emily, "You may recall, we know nothing about ships."
"Well, we'll just ask this guy." With that, Rachael reached out and grabbed the cloak of a passerby. As he turned, Rachael and Emily gasped. The stranger was tall and skinny, with dark brown eyes and dark brown hair tied carelessly back into a ponytail. He was clothed in a white shirt, brown vest, brown trousers, sock things, and brown shoes.
Emily was first to recover, as she whispered in Rachael's ear, "I want that too." Rachael shushed her as the man began to speak.
"Good day, ladies. May I be of service?" he said in a brisk British accent. Emily pinched herself to keep from swooning, then spoke in return.
"Uh, yes, please, if you don't mind. We were wondering about that ship over there," She pointed, "Is it a good ship? Sea-worthy, and all that jazz?"
(In case you wondering, no, my dance class did not jump out and start dancing, it's merely a coincidence that I used the title of our jazz song in this song.so shhhh!)
"Why, yes, lady, finest ship in the harbor. May I ask why?"
"Well, we're looking for a ship, we'd like to put to sea, and such and we need a boat. Actually, we need a crew, too. I don't suppose you could help us there, Mr.-?"
"Bloom, lady, Orlando Bloom," he said, smiling, "as it just so happens, my friends and I were looking for a spot in a good ship, looking for adventure and the like."
"There are more of you?" Rachael had remembered how to speak. Emily pinched her, and that shut her up quickly. Actually, it didn't but it distracted her temporarily.
"Yes, Mr. Bloom, we'd be delighted to meet your - er - crew." Emily tried not to giggle, as she shook his hand. "We'll meet right here in half and hour."
"Uh, may I ask your names, lady?" he asked, before she left.
"Oh yes, I am Emily C***** S***********, and this is my Co-Captain, Rachael A** G********."
"Very well, then, Ms. S***********, Ms. G********, I'll meet you in a half an hour."
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