'Ello poppets! I've returned with yet another fic in my 'random' series.
Whee! *Cough* Ya. Thanks for all of my reviews from my other stories!
I got a surprising amount of e-mails with suggestions and I hope to get to
all of them:)
Me as I saw all the e-mails: Holy crap! My e-mails from reviewers: Whee! We want more!.. And here's where you'll start... jot this down...
So far I will have a Will fic coming, (.. or else), a Bootstrap fic, and many more. I just have to come up with the plot and .. everything else.
This fic was inspired by: Savvy TBird. Thank you!
I own nothing! ... except people you've not seen on the credits. Ha!
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In this one, I wrote it so you don't have to go back and read my second random series fic. But you can, and it might make it more interesting.. Who knows. ***********************************************************************
'Jack impersonates a cleric of the church of England'
Jack and his crew of miscreants had recently left the East India Trading Company, having each been branded a pirate. They got off lucky by having the brand scorched onto their arms instead of their foreheads.
Jack and his band of scallywag pirates set sail with a heavy heart and Jack's newly acquired ship, the Black Pearl. His crew consisted of the old captain of the Pearl's first mate's daughter Hannah Bailey, Isaiah Phillips, (known as Hatchet), and Mathew Smith, (otherwise known as 'Gob'). An interesting spectacle of a crew to be sure, all being twenty years of age or younger.
Miss Hannah was a fair lass with long, curly, black hair and bright blue eyes. She kept her unruly hair in a braid that rested on her back tied with an orange rag. She wore a black, embroidered skirt, a red corset, red buccaneer boots, and a gold ring in each ear. She had a mole just above her upper lip. Her father Isaac was the first mate on Jack's uncle Long Fox's ship. He became the captain briefly before the Royal Navy ran him through on an attack.
Hatchet was the roughest looking of the lot. He had a scar on the right side of his jaw and numerous tattoos. One was a headhunter tattoo of a solid black flower with a spiral in the center. He had a silver nose ring in his left nostril and had a weathered tricornered hat atop his head. His hair was very short and blonde. Unfortunately he had an eye patch from an artillery accident as a lad. His father was the main artilleryman on Jack's uncle's ship.
Gob was a gangly looking boy with light brown hair. He was the lookout on that fateful night of the attack. He had fallen asleep on his post and changed their lives forever.
Jack had almost shoulder length un-dreaded hair and kohl under his eyes. He had barely a goatee and nothing more. He had his bandana on to cover up his older brand.
Hatchet had been waiting patiently to have a word with Jack since they left the Trading Co. Jack had been avoiding the subject, as he knew what Hatchet wanted to discuss. Finally he could wait no longer.
"Jack. I must talk to ye." He stated. "Ye've been avoiding it, but it must be discussed, mate" He had cornered Jack on the way to his Quarters.
"Eh?" Jack tried his best to look surprised.
"The matter of Gob, captain." Said Hatchet.
Jack looked over to Hannah, who was in charge of the wheel. He looked back at Hatchet, seeing only concern and doubt.
"Aye." Jack sighed. "Step inside." He opened the door to his quarters and waited for him to walk in first.
Inside, Hatchet came right to the point. "Captain, Gob's gotta go. We need justice done."
"There's no beating around the bush with you, is there." Jack said as he leaned against a table.
"No. Gob's the one what got our fathers murdered. And your uncle." He crossed his arms and waited for Jack's response.
"It was an accident-"He began.
"Accident?! Cap'n, he's at fault and should be dealt with accordingly!" He said with a look of disbelief.
Jack looked at the door wondering if Hannah or Gob heard what was said.
"If ye don't do something then I will." Hatchet's brow furrowed.
"Now, see hear! I'm still the captain of this bloody vessel!" Jack pointed out. "I, and I alone hand out the punishments and only when I see fit! Do I make myself clear, Hatchet?"
Hatchet had never seen Jack this angry. "Aye captain. Wasn't me place." He said with a lowered head. He stifled his frown some.
Jack eyed him, not sure if he believed him. "Ye can't condemn a man based on an accident. Now I won't hear any more about this. Savvy?"
Hatchet merely nodded and left the quarters. Jack followed him out and decided to take over the wheel. He needed to get his mind off of things.
"'Ello, Jack- er.. Captain." Hannah said.
"'Salright, love. I know ye all have to get used to me being your captain." Jack said with a smile, showing off his one gold tooth.
Hannah blushed a little, being the shy lass she was. She was a delicate flower, but when it came down to it, she was hellfire. "Where we headed, cap'n?" She asked. "I kept the bearings, just like ye said."
"Nice job, love. I'm not sure. I guess we're headed wherever the sea takes us. Or wherever we get until we run low on supplies." He smiled again.
Meanwhile, Hatchet mulled over Jack's words and became more, and more enraged. He kept thinking of Gob lying there, in the crow's nest, sleeping soundly as the crew relaxed. They had no idea that their lookout was fast asleep. He thought of his father being murdered. He thought of Jack's uncle Captain Long Fox and and Isaac. The more he replayed the events in his head, the harder he gripped his sword handle. "That bloody yellow-bellied, lily-livered, buffoon!" He said to himself. "Why, if it wasn't for him, my father would be alive. Why does Jack protect the little blighter?"
Gob swabbed the deck and thought about the events himself. He grew nervous as he glanced up at Hatchet glaring at him. He quickly looked back down and kept to his work.
The next few weeks Jack and his crew were on edge with one another. The only relief for Jack from the stress was to be behind the wheel of the Pearl and the occasional chat with Hannah.
Jack was at the wheel of his ship with Hannah one fine afternoon, teaching her how to guide the ship over the waves smoothly when they heard a commotion. Hatchet was on top of Gob clutching a dagger and pressing it downward towards his face. Gob struggled to hold the dagger away from himself, and looked to be losing.
"Here now!!" Shouted Jack. He and Hannah ran towards the pair. Jack grabbed Hatchet and threw him off of Gob onto the deck. He grabbed the dagger out of his grip. "What in bloody blue-blazes are ye doing, man?!"
"Why did ye stop me?! He deserves to die!" Hatchet yelled, now standing.
Gob got up and backed away a little, rubbing his neck from where he had apparently been thrown to the deck by.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Days later..
It looked like Hatchet and Gob had settled things for now, and Jack thought it was time to stop and rest at the nearest beach.
"All hands on deck!" Jack shouted as he spotted land. He stood there waiting for his crew with his hands behind his back. The crew ran up to Jack and stood in a row."It has been noted that we are under a lot of stress. I've decided that we will stop on that island, being the only one we've seen lately, and take a much deserved break."
On the island, Jack and the crew noticed that this particular island was deserted.
"It doesn't look like we will have any troubles with anyone here, as the island looks un-inhabited. Stick within site of the ship just to be on the precautious side." He said removing his frock.
Hatchet went one way, and Gob went the other. Jack took off the rest of his effects, and went for a swim. Hannah looked around a few yards from Jack. She decided that the others were out of site and she could join Jack.
"Decided to join me, eh, love?" Jack said wading in the warm clear water.
"Aye, captain." She said with a smirk. She waded in.
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Well what do ya think? Another Insomnia-induced adventure.
This 'Random Adventure' will have more obviously:)
Please read and review! I'll love you forever. (Jack too. Much better deal)
Jack: When am I gonna do my impersonation? *Stamps foot*
Me: Just wait, love!
Jack: Oh, all right. *Pouts*
Me as I saw all the e-mails: Holy crap! My e-mails from reviewers: Whee! We want more!.. And here's where you'll start... jot this down...
So far I will have a Will fic coming, (.. or else), a Bootstrap fic, and many more. I just have to come up with the plot and .. everything else.
This fic was inspired by: Savvy TBird. Thank you!
I own nothing! ... except people you've not seen on the credits. Ha!
*********************************************************************
In this one, I wrote it so you don't have to go back and read my second random series fic. But you can, and it might make it more interesting.. Who knows. ***********************************************************************
'Jack impersonates a cleric of the church of England'
Jack and his crew of miscreants had recently left the East India Trading Company, having each been branded a pirate. They got off lucky by having the brand scorched onto their arms instead of their foreheads.
Jack and his band of scallywag pirates set sail with a heavy heart and Jack's newly acquired ship, the Black Pearl. His crew consisted of the old captain of the Pearl's first mate's daughter Hannah Bailey, Isaiah Phillips, (known as Hatchet), and Mathew Smith, (otherwise known as 'Gob'). An interesting spectacle of a crew to be sure, all being twenty years of age or younger.
Miss Hannah was a fair lass with long, curly, black hair and bright blue eyes. She kept her unruly hair in a braid that rested on her back tied with an orange rag. She wore a black, embroidered skirt, a red corset, red buccaneer boots, and a gold ring in each ear. She had a mole just above her upper lip. Her father Isaac was the first mate on Jack's uncle Long Fox's ship. He became the captain briefly before the Royal Navy ran him through on an attack.
Hatchet was the roughest looking of the lot. He had a scar on the right side of his jaw and numerous tattoos. One was a headhunter tattoo of a solid black flower with a spiral in the center. He had a silver nose ring in his left nostril and had a weathered tricornered hat atop his head. His hair was very short and blonde. Unfortunately he had an eye patch from an artillery accident as a lad. His father was the main artilleryman on Jack's uncle's ship.
Gob was a gangly looking boy with light brown hair. He was the lookout on that fateful night of the attack. He had fallen asleep on his post and changed their lives forever.
Jack had almost shoulder length un-dreaded hair and kohl under his eyes. He had barely a goatee and nothing more. He had his bandana on to cover up his older brand.
Hatchet had been waiting patiently to have a word with Jack since they left the Trading Co. Jack had been avoiding the subject, as he knew what Hatchet wanted to discuss. Finally he could wait no longer.
"Jack. I must talk to ye." He stated. "Ye've been avoiding it, but it must be discussed, mate" He had cornered Jack on the way to his Quarters.
"Eh?" Jack tried his best to look surprised.
"The matter of Gob, captain." Said Hatchet.
Jack looked over to Hannah, who was in charge of the wheel. He looked back at Hatchet, seeing only concern and doubt.
"Aye." Jack sighed. "Step inside." He opened the door to his quarters and waited for him to walk in first.
Inside, Hatchet came right to the point. "Captain, Gob's gotta go. We need justice done."
"There's no beating around the bush with you, is there." Jack said as he leaned against a table.
"No. Gob's the one what got our fathers murdered. And your uncle." He crossed his arms and waited for Jack's response.
"It was an accident-"He began.
"Accident?! Cap'n, he's at fault and should be dealt with accordingly!" He said with a look of disbelief.
Jack looked at the door wondering if Hannah or Gob heard what was said.
"If ye don't do something then I will." Hatchet's brow furrowed.
"Now, see hear! I'm still the captain of this bloody vessel!" Jack pointed out. "I, and I alone hand out the punishments and only when I see fit! Do I make myself clear, Hatchet?"
Hatchet had never seen Jack this angry. "Aye captain. Wasn't me place." He said with a lowered head. He stifled his frown some.
Jack eyed him, not sure if he believed him. "Ye can't condemn a man based on an accident. Now I won't hear any more about this. Savvy?"
Hatchet merely nodded and left the quarters. Jack followed him out and decided to take over the wheel. He needed to get his mind off of things.
"'Ello, Jack- er.. Captain." Hannah said.
"'Salright, love. I know ye all have to get used to me being your captain." Jack said with a smile, showing off his one gold tooth.
Hannah blushed a little, being the shy lass she was. She was a delicate flower, but when it came down to it, she was hellfire. "Where we headed, cap'n?" She asked. "I kept the bearings, just like ye said."
"Nice job, love. I'm not sure. I guess we're headed wherever the sea takes us. Or wherever we get until we run low on supplies." He smiled again.
Meanwhile, Hatchet mulled over Jack's words and became more, and more enraged. He kept thinking of Gob lying there, in the crow's nest, sleeping soundly as the crew relaxed. They had no idea that their lookout was fast asleep. He thought of his father being murdered. He thought of Jack's uncle Captain Long Fox and and Isaac. The more he replayed the events in his head, the harder he gripped his sword handle. "That bloody yellow-bellied, lily-livered, buffoon!" He said to himself. "Why, if it wasn't for him, my father would be alive. Why does Jack protect the little blighter?"
Gob swabbed the deck and thought about the events himself. He grew nervous as he glanced up at Hatchet glaring at him. He quickly looked back down and kept to his work.
The next few weeks Jack and his crew were on edge with one another. The only relief for Jack from the stress was to be behind the wheel of the Pearl and the occasional chat with Hannah.
Jack was at the wheel of his ship with Hannah one fine afternoon, teaching her how to guide the ship over the waves smoothly when they heard a commotion. Hatchet was on top of Gob clutching a dagger and pressing it downward towards his face. Gob struggled to hold the dagger away from himself, and looked to be losing.
"Here now!!" Shouted Jack. He and Hannah ran towards the pair. Jack grabbed Hatchet and threw him off of Gob onto the deck. He grabbed the dagger out of his grip. "What in bloody blue-blazes are ye doing, man?!"
"Why did ye stop me?! He deserves to die!" Hatchet yelled, now standing.
Gob got up and backed away a little, rubbing his neck from where he had apparently been thrown to the deck by.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Days later..
It looked like Hatchet and Gob had settled things for now, and Jack thought it was time to stop and rest at the nearest beach.
"All hands on deck!" Jack shouted as he spotted land. He stood there waiting for his crew with his hands behind his back. The crew ran up to Jack and stood in a row."It has been noted that we are under a lot of stress. I've decided that we will stop on that island, being the only one we've seen lately, and take a much deserved break."
On the island, Jack and the crew noticed that this particular island was deserted.
"It doesn't look like we will have any troubles with anyone here, as the island looks un-inhabited. Stick within site of the ship just to be on the precautious side." He said removing his frock.
Hatchet went one way, and Gob went the other. Jack took off the rest of his effects, and went for a swim. Hannah looked around a few yards from Jack. She decided that the others were out of site and she could join Jack.
"Decided to join me, eh, love?" Jack said wading in the warm clear water.
"Aye, captain." She said with a smirk. She waded in.
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Well what do ya think? Another Insomnia-induced adventure.
This 'Random Adventure' will have more obviously:)
Please read and review! I'll love you forever. (Jack too. Much better deal)
Jack: When am I gonna do my impersonation? *Stamps foot*
Me: Just wait, love!
Jack: Oh, all right. *Pouts*
