Chapter 3: The Commodore and the Monkey
A/N: First off, please allow me to apologize. I know it's been awhile since I updated (kinda sorta, it's only been a few days) but I've been stuck. If you have suggestions, throw 'em out there. I don't know what the plot of this story is. That's really not good. Plus, now my Internet has decided to go all haywire, so that may delay the next update as well. But I promise you shall have your story, and read it, too!
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Once we were released from the hell that is Ms. Pearle's class, we had a ten-minute "Nutrition Break." Carrie and I took Will and Elizabeth to meet our friends.
"Carrie! Liz! It's so good to see you!" exclaimed Diamond, one of our closest friends, and also the school gossip. "Omigosh, did you hear about the new foreign exchange students? No one knows a whole lot about them yet, but Frankie told Crystal who told Sally who told me that Rebecca was in their first period and one of them looks exactly like Jack Sparrow and his name is even Jack Sparrow and he talks like a pirate and he's really hot just like Jack Sparrow and did I mention he looks exactly like Jack Sparrow? So who are they?" Diamond asked, finally pausing for breath and noticing Will and Elizabeth.
"Um, Diamond, the foreign exchange students are staying with me. This is Will and Elizabeth Turner. They're cousins. And, uh, no relation to the Pirates of the Caribbean characters," Carrie replied.
"Hi, nice to meet you, I'm Diamond. Are you seniors? Because you look really old," Diamond commented.
"No, we're juniors," Will replied. "We just ate a lot of vegetables when we were little."
"Yeah, and milk. It makes your bones grow strong," Elizabeth added.
"So the guy that looks and talks and acts exactly like Jack Sparrow is staying with you, too?" Diamond asked. Carrie nodded. "What's his story?"
"He's a famous British rock star. The writers for Pirates based the character Jack Sparrow on this guy because he's so cool. He got paid a lot of money so that they could do that, but they didn't give him any credit, so he went a little mad. Now he thinks he's actually a pirate. Just make sure you call him Captain and never insult the Black Pearl," I explained.
"Oh, okay, that's so cool! I can't believe Jack Sparrow is based on a real person named Jack Sparrow! Hey, Frankie, did you hear about Jack Sparrow?" Diamond ran off to talk to someone else. Carrie and I laughed, but Will and Elizabeth looked slightly frightened.
"Don't worry, you'll get used to her," Carrie assured them. "Come on, I want to introduce you to the rest of our friends."
So Will and Elizabeth met the people Carrie and I spent most of our time with: Josh, Jake, Mikey, Sam, Steven, Samantha, Kara, Skye, Amanda, and Ashley. All of our friends believed the story about Jack Sparrow being based on the English rocker, Jack Sparrow. (Hey, we never said they were our smart friends)
The rest of the school day was rather uneventful. After school, we all went back to Carrie's house. Jack immediately went into the backyard and holed himself up in his cabin on the Black Pearl. He was not enjoying modern times as much as Will and Elizabeth, despite the fact that he'd made many friends and was well on his way to becoming one of the most popular people in school.
"So how long has the world been like this?" Will asked, taking a Hot Pocket out of the microwave.
"Like what?" I asked.
"Like. . . well, like this! With water and ice coming out of magical white boxes, and great monsters being used instead of horses, and huge birds transporting people through the sky, and the finest blacksmithing ever seen!" Will replied, waving his arms to encompass all the modern marvels of the world.
"Oh, you mean how long has it been modernized. Well, you see, Will, it all started with industrialization, in England. . ." Carrie began.
One hour later. . .
". . . and that's how we harness electricity! Now, on to how automobiles work. . ."
One more hour later. . .
"Okay, now let's take a look at the history of aviation. It started with the Wright brothers. . ."
Many hours later. . .
"Carrie, get up, you're going to be late!" Carrie's mother's voice called. Carrie, Will, Elizabeth, and I were still in the kitchen. Carrie had been droning on all night. Will, Elizabeth, and I fell asleep somewhere in the middle of her explanation on how ice machines work, and woke up just as she was finishing up a lecture on capitalism and its benefits.
"Oh, crap, we have to get to school!" I cried, seeing the time.
"Someone go get Jack. Everyone else, get dressed!" Carrie ordered.
After frantically scrambling around for twenty minutes, we were all ready for school. Right when we stepped through the entrance, the bell rang, so we rushed to Mr. Winters classroom. By this time, the rumor about POTC's Jack Sparrow being based on a British rock star named Jack Sparrow had spread around school like wildfire. As soon as Jack stepped in the class, the whispering began. He ignored everyone and went straight to the back of the classroom, where one of the so-called "class clowns" handed him a spitwad launcher.
"Looks like Jack is going to make class exciting again today," I muttered to Carrie as we sat down.
"Too bad. I was hoping to catch some Z's this period," Carrie sighed.
Carrie never had a chance for sleeping. From the moment Mr. Winters greeted the class until the moment the bell rang, Jack and his buddies launched projectiles at Mr. Winters. Everyone in class was in stitches as we watched Mr. Winters frantically try to regain control of his classroom.
In second period, Jack tried to work his charm on Ms. Pearle again. He had brought her an authentic pirate medallion (luckily one that didn't have an ancient Aztec curse placed upon it) as well as a fresh rose from Carrie's garden. Ms. Pearle was not impressed and simply told Jack to sit down and shut up. The class snickered and expected Jack to just give up, but I could tell from the mischievous glint in his eye that he was not about to give up on Ms. Pearle. I also noticed that when Ms. Pearle was taking the rose to the trashcan, she lingered for a moment, fingering its soft petals, before disposing of it.
During the day, Jack spent all passing periods and breaks running around with his crew of miscreants. They basically idolized him, which is probably the only reason Jack spent any time with them at all. Will and Elizabeth hung out with Carrie, me, and the rest of our group. (Although they avoided Carrie whenever they could, so as not to induce another all-night lecture)
After school, Will, Elizabeth, Carrie, and I couldn't find Jack. We were supposed to walk to my house together to work on a science project (Second day of school and we already had a monstrous load of homework! It was absurd!) but Jack was MIA. We went all over school looking for him, and finally discovered him in Ms. Pearle's classroom.
Ms. Pearle was sitting on her desk. Leaning, actually. Captain Jack Sparrow had one arm leaning on the desk, the other hand was playing with Ms. Pearle's pearl necklace. He was recounting the tale of how his first crew had mutinied and left him on an island, but he escaped and swam to a neighboring island that was inhabited by cannibals.
"And then they made me their chief," Jack was saying when we opened the door.
Ms. Pearle jumped in surprise. Rather flustered, she quickly told Jack to leave and shooed us out of her classroom. Carrie, Elizabeth, Will, and I started cracking up. Jack just smiled cockily.
"What'd I tell ya? No woman can resist the charms o' Captain Jack Sparrow," he boasted.
Back at my house, we discovered that my parents were out for the evening. By some eerie sixth sense, Jack was led to the liquor cabinet and proceeded to get smashed while the rest of us worked on the project. Around 5:30, the phone rang. It was a frantic Darla calling for Carrie.
"Carrie! Carrie, you have to come home right now! Mom and Dad are at the store and I really need help!" Darla's voice was so loud everyone in the kitchen could hear it.
"Calm down, Darla, and tell me what happened," Carrie said.
"The stupid monkey! He went crazy! And James started crying when I got mad and told him that he was a loser cuz Elizabeth left him for Will. . . oh, no, bad monkey! You stay away from those boxers, they're icky!"
The line went dead.
"What was that all about?" Will asked.
"I don't know, but I don't like the sound of it. I think we need to move the study party over to my place," Carrie said. We packed up all our stuff and walked (or stumbled, in Jack's case) to Carrie's casa. (Meaning house, for you non-Spanish speakers out there)
"Darla? Is everything. . . o. . . kay. . ." Carrie trailed off as we walked through the door and took in the scene laid before us. The house was trashed. Plants were knocked over, spilling soil onto the beige carpet. A broken window and a smashed vase added to the decor and complimented the torn drapery well. In the kitchen, food was splattered everywhere and the table was overturned.
"Carrie!" Darla screamed, running down the stairs as we moved into the family room, finding more signs of an earthquake, or perhaps a hurricane, or maybe even a tsunami.
"Darla, what the hell happened here?" Carrie yelled.
Suddenly, Carrie was attacked by the catalyst that had started all this destruction. Jack the monkey leapt onto Carrie's head, screeching like a banshee (or an angry monkey).
"Ahhhhhh!!!!! Get it off, get it off, get it off! ARGH!!! Someone do something! Don't stand there you bloody imbeciles, do something, you nincompoops, help me, or it's you we'll load into the cannons!" Carrie screamed. Will tried to pry the monkey off while Elizabeth smacked it with a rolled up newspaper (where she got it, I've no idea).
"Everyone stay calm! I will assist you!" yelled a commanding voice. Commodore Norrington came into the room, sword drawn. When he saw Will he yelped, dropping the sword. "You!"
"You!" Will returned.
"Commodore?" Elizabeth asked.
"Norrington?" I said.
"HELP ME!" Carrie yelled.
"Where's me bloody rum?" Jack muttered.
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A/N: Bwahahaha, an evil cliffhanger! What will happen now that we have Commodore Norrington and Jack the monkey?! You must wait to find out! If you love me, hate me, or have no preference, please leave a review! That means you! Constructive criticism is welcomed and appreciated, please!
-Stacy
