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Well, enough of me being insane. And I just realized something. I never made a disclaimer. I OWN NOTHING!!!!
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Ok. Well here's to the next chapter. (To freedom..to the Pearl.)
Ch. 2 I'm stuck in here with *him*!?
Erica whirled around, quickly in surprise to the voice. What she saw was none other than- "Shut up! Captain Jack Sparrow!" She practically screamed. She turned back around and grabbed the bars and screamed again. "TINA!!!!" The bars, of course, didn't want to open for her, though. "GODDAMNITALLTOHELL!"
Jack blinked as he rose from the floor. This strangely dressed girl just turns up in his cell and knows his name. How Peculiar. "And just how is it you know my name, eh, Missy?" He asked. The pirate stood and leaned against the bars with a smile. "Ah, I know. You must have heard of my heroics this morning, isn't it? Hmm?" He asked as he turned as studied her face.
She was different. Her hair had some light streaks and some dark streaks. Must be highlighted from the sun, he thought. She wore the most provocative clothes too. Pants that must have been cut up at her upper thigh and a blouse that was missing sleeves completely.
"None of your God Damn business!" She yelled. My, my. Her language had certainly taken a turn for the worse in the recent events. Then again, the recent events weren't supposed to happen. Pirates weren't real anymore. Well, not to this extent and people weren't supposed to die in Disney Land. "I fucking wanna go home!" She yelled, kicking the barred gate in front of her, then quickly started hopping on one foot. "Ow! Damn it!"
Jack chuckled once more, this time it sounded almost sad. "You'll get out of here and to your house soon enough, Missy," He said as he sat back down. "They'll be coming around to hang me in the morning. If they're any of them left, that is," he paused for a moment. "Or we'll just starve."
"No they won't!" Erica said as she wrapped her hands around the bars and tried to lift them. "None of this is real. I'm hallucinating or something. Yes! I fell from the boat or something and I'll wake up in the infirmary. So, you don't have to worry! No hanging! No Will Turner! And most definitely, no living/dead Pirates of the Caribbean!" She grunted at she kept trying to lift the bars. She must have had something in her brain telling her she was the Hulk.
Jack smiled at her. She had spunk. And a lot of strange words. "And people say I'm crazy," he muttered then looked up. "By the way. What's your name, Missy? I think it's only fair since you know mine."
Erica glared at the bars then fell to the floor in anguish. "Uh..I'm Erica, erotica, to some people I'm Tora," she said, glancing at him. She rubbed her hands gently then looked back at him. "And I'm not crazy."
He chuckled again at her as he head one arm under his head while the other lay across his chest. "I'm sure you're not Puppet, or rather, Erica."
She turned swiftly towards him. "Call me Puppet again and you'll be missing a very, very important part of your anatomy, sir!" She growled in a tone that would have made the dead cringe. She turned back around and tried to lift the bars again. What a stubborn little girl she was. Trying to lift cell bars when she probably couldn't even bench her weight. It was a fruitless battle between her and the bars. Which, she found when the rusty bars started to rub her palms raw.
Jack sat up suddenly and went to stand by the hole in the wall of his cell. "If it's my last night alive I'd like to keep myself in on piece," he said, settling down by the 'window', motioning downward to the lower anatomy.
Erica's shoulders slumped slightly as she let her hands fall from the bars. She turned around and glared at him. "You're not going to die and you'll stay in one piece if you call me by one of the names I gave you!" She turned back around and started to pull at the bars again. "Gawd! This thing is heavy!"
Jack leaned back against the wall to watch her struggle for a few moments before he spoke. "I don't mean to dose your spirits, *Erica*, but I already tried that and I'm stronger than you, so, I don't think we'll be getting out any time soon. Savvy" She still tried pulling at the bars, almost as if she didn't hear him. Once the bars started to do more damage to her than she was doing to them she let go.
"Aiya! Lovahandasse, firinse!" She muttered to herself.
"Are you sure you're not insane Missy?" He asked absentmindedly. He drew circles in the dirt floor with his hands for no apparent reason as she turned her head slowly to glare at him.
"I'm perfectly sane, thank you, and if I don't go insane here, listening to you, then I will go insane from the torture that Tina will put me through when I find her," she said very calmly. So, she had plans to go after her cousin. That was a lost cause. Poor lass probably didn't even know what she would be up against if she did.
He snorted at her last comment. "I'm afraid you won't be finding your friend, Erica, not where they've taken her. And if by some miracle you do find her, I know for a fact you won't want to see her."
Erica sighed, but a smile crept over her face. The pirates couldn't hurt Tina. The pirates couldn't have sex for Pete's sake. Served them right for taking the Aztec gold.
"I know where they're taking her and judging by what I already know they can't really do anything to her," she said as she looked up at him. She held his gaze for a moment then sighed. "I shouldn't have opened the cell.."
"Well, ya did." He said as he settled himself on the floor again. "Now if you don't mind, I want some sleep," he said tipping his hat over his eyes. The dingy cell filled with a disturbing silence, besides the noise from outside. The pirates must have had their fill with the town and left. Erica held her breath. With Tina and Elizabeth. They left with Tina and Elizabeth. And she was stuck in this cells with.. *him*
Her thoughts drifted in and out of the moment. She had to get her cousin. No if, ands, or buts. This was also besides the fact that her mother would kill her if she came home and said her cousin as gone. Or worse- She'd have the Internet taken away from her. NO!
Then the humming started. It was light at first, but gradually picked up. It was Jack. "Yo ho...yo ho.." He hummed and muttered the words to the song. That was it. That one verse broke Erica's last bit of patience. She tugged her shoe off and threw it at him.
"Shut up with that song you prick!" She hissed, cracking all her knuckles. Jack reached up and caught the shoe without opening his eyes. This made Erica slightly madder, but she sucked in a deep breath and pulled off her mini back pack to see what she had inside. This, of course, being hers meant it had everything in it. But nothing useful. "Three cds and two sets of batteries," she mumbled, "This couldn't get any worse."
Jack tossed back the shoe and renewed his singing. Erica looked towards the ceiling as she yanked the shoe back on. He was doing this on purpose. Well, she could do it too. She stood up and started prancing around the room singing at the top of her lungs. Needless to say it wasn't pretty
"Shut up! Don't wanna hear your voice! Shut up! I'm sick of all the noise! There's nothing you could say to me .something something Blah Blah Blah!" This version of Kelly Osborne's song must have sound quite humorous, though, much to her dismay.
Jack tipped his hat back and smiled up at her. "Now that's the spirit, Missy!" He said with a laugh and a slap of the leg. Her jaw dropped and she nearly pulled out her hair in frustration. He didn't get it. He just wouldn't shut up.
"ARGH! No wonder they left you on that island!" She yelled, barring down on him. He immediately sat up in shock.
"How did you know about that?!" He asked. She merely pulled out her head phones to wallow with System of A Down. Jack frowned in displeasure. This was definitely a love hate relationship. Was it even a relationship?
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"Another one?!" Captain Barbossa exclaimed in surprise. "How many women know of Parley?" He added, not really expecting an answer.
"Just my cousin and a few others," Tina said as she was brought to him. Barbossa gave her a once over. She was wearing a Black t-shirt with a v-neck and dark blue shorts.
"And who are you? Some new bred whore?" He asked, glancing back at her clothes. That little remark landed him with a sharp glare and utterly no respect from this girl.
"I, Captain Baboon, am nobody's whore!" Tina said distinctly. Her, confused, as a whore was enough to make anyone laugh that knew her. Then again, no one here knew her. Hell, she didn't even know herself sometimes. It was like one of those dumb lectures that a physiatrist tried to give you, or that Confucius telling you to know yourself before you judge others. But all that is beside the point. Right now she was with pirates. Living-dead pirates to be precise.
"Baboon?" Barbossa spluttered. This girl had guts for one so small; he'd give her that. "Child, I'll have you know I could kill you right now. Speak your business or I won't give you a chance," he said threateningly. Well, business could be many things, but who was getting technical?
"Um.Oh! My business..?" She glanced around at the ugly pirate people. "Erica I'm so gonna kill you." she muttered then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, she burst into tears. "I didn't wanna die, or be raped, or mutilated, or anything else by cursed pirates! I won't tell anyone I promise!" She shrieked. Perhaps what she said was both a good thing and a bad thing. One: she new what their secret was, with being cursed and living dead and stuff. Two: They would have just thrown her overboard if she hadn't said it. Three: This being the final thing, but the bad thing. She knew too much for their liking, and she said her cousin knew things too. Maybe too much. They needed to be sure.
"What do you know, my dear?" Barbossa asked somewhat maliciously.
"Nothing I promise. Only that you guys took the Aztec gold and are cursed and all bony and stuff in the moonlight. And you need someone's blood and my cousins knows more than me and.Just let me go!" She yelled the last part. So she did know about the curse, and the blood. She had a cousin who knew more. Well, perhaps her slip of the tongue just bought them some important information. Barbossa smiled again.
"I'll be havin' yeh' stay with Miss Turner then," he said. "Perhaps yeh'll prove useful is this cousin of yers knows anything, or if my men get lonely afterwards." Much to the crews liking of this they hooted a few times. After the curse was lifted they'd have two women, maybe even three to play with.
Tina blanched at his words. Just the thought of touching one of these decomposers was enough to make her sick. "If *any* of your men touch me they'll be missing some of their favorite parts. Or how about this? You throw me overboard! I like fishies and fishies like me!" She threw the idea out in hopes they'd think she were crazy. The idea would have worked if she hadn't said she wanted to be thrown overboard. (A/N: Ok ok ok. I really hate it when authors put notes like this in the middle of the story, but this is really important! I just found a life size cardboard Legolas! YES! So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do! I'm gonna buy him! Ok, enough of my little rant there.)
Barbossa signaled to one of his men to put Tina in the room that Elizabeth was occupying then turned and went to the helm. The pirate with a fake eye grabbed her arms and pulled her along, through her protests. Why bother screaming and kicking anyway? He shoved her into the 'guest' quarters and shut the door, leaving it with a small click that signaled it was locked.
She stuck her tongue out at the closed door then turned around to survey her new surroundings. Another girl, who looked to be a bit older than her, was sitting on a desk in the corner. She rose to her feet when Tina entered and gave her a curious look.
"Hiya. I'm Christina, but my friends all call me Tina. What's your name?" She asked as she walked over to her.
"Elizabeth Turner," the girl said quickly and held out her hand. Tina took it and gave it a shake. "This is all my fault. I'm sorry you have to be in this position to, Miss Christina." Elizabeth apologized. Her face contorted into one of guilt as she turned and began to pace the room.
"It's not your fault and call me Tina. Miss is just to formal," Tina said with a smile. At least she was looking on the bright side of things. Elizabeth smiled back. In these dim times she had found someone to call a friend, at least.
"As long as you call me Elizabeth," she said.
"Sounds like a deal to me," Tina said as she walked over to the desk and opened the various drawers. Nothing inside was useful. Only a few quills and yellow paper. "So, do you see any way to get out of this mess?"
"None," Elizabeth said dismally. "I've already checked, but I have confidence that my father will find me. He'll be sending out the fleet to search for me by morning. And I feel pathetic that I actually have to wait to be saved." She said the last part with a wrinkle of her nose. It was pathetic, but then, what choice did they have? They didn't have a choice. The windows didn't look like they could really be opened from years of no use and the door was a stupid option to even have.
"We'll get over it," Tina shrugged as she sat down. They had a long time to wait.
Whoa! That took me way to long to type up. Been busy. I'm trying to save my money for stuff since I owe my mum three hundred plus dollars. Well. If you guys want me to continue then by all means leave a review. Not only does it make me feel special, but also it makes me want to update.
Tora
Well, enough of me being insane. And I just realized something. I never made a disclaimer. I OWN NOTHING!!!!
::Climbs on top of her house:: I OWN NOTHING!!!
Ok. Well here's to the next chapter. (To freedom..to the Pearl.)
Ch. 2 I'm stuck in here with *him*!?
Erica whirled around, quickly in surprise to the voice. What she saw was none other than- "Shut up! Captain Jack Sparrow!" She practically screamed. She turned back around and grabbed the bars and screamed again. "TINA!!!!" The bars, of course, didn't want to open for her, though. "GODDAMNITALLTOHELL!"
Jack blinked as he rose from the floor. This strangely dressed girl just turns up in his cell and knows his name. How Peculiar. "And just how is it you know my name, eh, Missy?" He asked. The pirate stood and leaned against the bars with a smile. "Ah, I know. You must have heard of my heroics this morning, isn't it? Hmm?" He asked as he turned as studied her face.
She was different. Her hair had some light streaks and some dark streaks. Must be highlighted from the sun, he thought. She wore the most provocative clothes too. Pants that must have been cut up at her upper thigh and a blouse that was missing sleeves completely.
"None of your God Damn business!" She yelled. My, my. Her language had certainly taken a turn for the worse in the recent events. Then again, the recent events weren't supposed to happen. Pirates weren't real anymore. Well, not to this extent and people weren't supposed to die in Disney Land. "I fucking wanna go home!" She yelled, kicking the barred gate in front of her, then quickly started hopping on one foot. "Ow! Damn it!"
Jack chuckled once more, this time it sounded almost sad. "You'll get out of here and to your house soon enough, Missy," He said as he sat back down. "They'll be coming around to hang me in the morning. If they're any of them left, that is," he paused for a moment. "Or we'll just starve."
"No they won't!" Erica said as she wrapped her hands around the bars and tried to lift them. "None of this is real. I'm hallucinating or something. Yes! I fell from the boat or something and I'll wake up in the infirmary. So, you don't have to worry! No hanging! No Will Turner! And most definitely, no living/dead Pirates of the Caribbean!" She grunted at she kept trying to lift the bars. She must have had something in her brain telling her she was the Hulk.
Jack smiled at her. She had spunk. And a lot of strange words. "And people say I'm crazy," he muttered then looked up. "By the way. What's your name, Missy? I think it's only fair since you know mine."
Erica glared at the bars then fell to the floor in anguish. "Uh..I'm Erica, erotica, to some people I'm Tora," she said, glancing at him. She rubbed her hands gently then looked back at him. "And I'm not crazy."
He chuckled again at her as he head one arm under his head while the other lay across his chest. "I'm sure you're not Puppet, or rather, Erica."
She turned swiftly towards him. "Call me Puppet again and you'll be missing a very, very important part of your anatomy, sir!" She growled in a tone that would have made the dead cringe. She turned back around and tried to lift the bars again. What a stubborn little girl she was. Trying to lift cell bars when she probably couldn't even bench her weight. It was a fruitless battle between her and the bars. Which, she found when the rusty bars started to rub her palms raw.
Jack sat up suddenly and went to stand by the hole in the wall of his cell. "If it's my last night alive I'd like to keep myself in on piece," he said, settling down by the 'window', motioning downward to the lower anatomy.
Erica's shoulders slumped slightly as she let her hands fall from the bars. She turned around and glared at him. "You're not going to die and you'll stay in one piece if you call me by one of the names I gave you!" She turned back around and started to pull at the bars again. "Gawd! This thing is heavy!"
Jack leaned back against the wall to watch her struggle for a few moments before he spoke. "I don't mean to dose your spirits, *Erica*, but I already tried that and I'm stronger than you, so, I don't think we'll be getting out any time soon. Savvy" She still tried pulling at the bars, almost as if she didn't hear him. Once the bars started to do more damage to her than she was doing to them she let go.
"Aiya! Lovahandasse, firinse!" She muttered to herself.
"Are you sure you're not insane Missy?" He asked absentmindedly. He drew circles in the dirt floor with his hands for no apparent reason as she turned her head slowly to glare at him.
"I'm perfectly sane, thank you, and if I don't go insane here, listening to you, then I will go insane from the torture that Tina will put me through when I find her," she said very calmly. So, she had plans to go after her cousin. That was a lost cause. Poor lass probably didn't even know what she would be up against if she did.
He snorted at her last comment. "I'm afraid you won't be finding your friend, Erica, not where they've taken her. And if by some miracle you do find her, I know for a fact you won't want to see her."
Erica sighed, but a smile crept over her face. The pirates couldn't hurt Tina. The pirates couldn't have sex for Pete's sake. Served them right for taking the Aztec gold.
"I know where they're taking her and judging by what I already know they can't really do anything to her," she said as she looked up at him. She held his gaze for a moment then sighed. "I shouldn't have opened the cell.."
"Well, ya did." He said as he settled himself on the floor again. "Now if you don't mind, I want some sleep," he said tipping his hat over his eyes. The dingy cell filled with a disturbing silence, besides the noise from outside. The pirates must have had their fill with the town and left. Erica held her breath. With Tina and Elizabeth. They left with Tina and Elizabeth. And she was stuck in this cells with.. *him*
Her thoughts drifted in and out of the moment. She had to get her cousin. No if, ands, or buts. This was also besides the fact that her mother would kill her if she came home and said her cousin as gone. Or worse- She'd have the Internet taken away from her. NO!
Then the humming started. It was light at first, but gradually picked up. It was Jack. "Yo ho...yo ho.." He hummed and muttered the words to the song. That was it. That one verse broke Erica's last bit of patience. She tugged her shoe off and threw it at him.
"Shut up with that song you prick!" She hissed, cracking all her knuckles. Jack reached up and caught the shoe without opening his eyes. This made Erica slightly madder, but she sucked in a deep breath and pulled off her mini back pack to see what she had inside. This, of course, being hers meant it had everything in it. But nothing useful. "Three cds and two sets of batteries," she mumbled, "This couldn't get any worse."
Jack tossed back the shoe and renewed his singing. Erica looked towards the ceiling as she yanked the shoe back on. He was doing this on purpose. Well, she could do it too. She stood up and started prancing around the room singing at the top of her lungs. Needless to say it wasn't pretty
"Shut up! Don't wanna hear your voice! Shut up! I'm sick of all the noise! There's nothing you could say to me .something something Blah Blah Blah!" This version of Kelly Osborne's song must have sound quite humorous, though, much to her dismay.
Jack tipped his hat back and smiled up at her. "Now that's the spirit, Missy!" He said with a laugh and a slap of the leg. Her jaw dropped and she nearly pulled out her hair in frustration. He didn't get it. He just wouldn't shut up.
"ARGH! No wonder they left you on that island!" She yelled, barring down on him. He immediately sat up in shock.
"How did you know about that?!" He asked. She merely pulled out her head phones to wallow with System of A Down. Jack frowned in displeasure. This was definitely a love hate relationship. Was it even a relationship?
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"Another one?!" Captain Barbossa exclaimed in surprise. "How many women know of Parley?" He added, not really expecting an answer.
"Just my cousin and a few others," Tina said as she was brought to him. Barbossa gave her a once over. She was wearing a Black t-shirt with a v-neck and dark blue shorts.
"And who are you? Some new bred whore?" He asked, glancing back at her clothes. That little remark landed him with a sharp glare and utterly no respect from this girl.
"I, Captain Baboon, am nobody's whore!" Tina said distinctly. Her, confused, as a whore was enough to make anyone laugh that knew her. Then again, no one here knew her. Hell, she didn't even know herself sometimes. It was like one of those dumb lectures that a physiatrist tried to give you, or that Confucius telling you to know yourself before you judge others. But all that is beside the point. Right now she was with pirates. Living-dead pirates to be precise.
"Baboon?" Barbossa spluttered. This girl had guts for one so small; he'd give her that. "Child, I'll have you know I could kill you right now. Speak your business or I won't give you a chance," he said threateningly. Well, business could be many things, but who was getting technical?
"Um.Oh! My business..?" She glanced around at the ugly pirate people. "Erica I'm so gonna kill you." she muttered then suddenly, without any warning whatsoever, she burst into tears. "I didn't wanna die, or be raped, or mutilated, or anything else by cursed pirates! I won't tell anyone I promise!" She shrieked. Perhaps what she said was both a good thing and a bad thing. One: she new what their secret was, with being cursed and living dead and stuff. Two: They would have just thrown her overboard if she hadn't said it. Three: This being the final thing, but the bad thing. She knew too much for their liking, and she said her cousin knew things too. Maybe too much. They needed to be sure.
"What do you know, my dear?" Barbossa asked somewhat maliciously.
"Nothing I promise. Only that you guys took the Aztec gold and are cursed and all bony and stuff in the moonlight. And you need someone's blood and my cousins knows more than me and.Just let me go!" She yelled the last part. So she did know about the curse, and the blood. She had a cousin who knew more. Well, perhaps her slip of the tongue just bought them some important information. Barbossa smiled again.
"I'll be havin' yeh' stay with Miss Turner then," he said. "Perhaps yeh'll prove useful is this cousin of yers knows anything, or if my men get lonely afterwards." Much to the crews liking of this they hooted a few times. After the curse was lifted they'd have two women, maybe even three to play with.
Tina blanched at his words. Just the thought of touching one of these decomposers was enough to make her sick. "If *any* of your men touch me they'll be missing some of their favorite parts. Or how about this? You throw me overboard! I like fishies and fishies like me!" She threw the idea out in hopes they'd think she were crazy. The idea would have worked if she hadn't said she wanted to be thrown overboard. (A/N: Ok ok ok. I really hate it when authors put notes like this in the middle of the story, but this is really important! I just found a life size cardboard Legolas! YES! So I'll tell you what I'm gonna do! I'm gonna buy him! Ok, enough of my little rant there.)
Barbossa signaled to one of his men to put Tina in the room that Elizabeth was occupying then turned and went to the helm. The pirate with a fake eye grabbed her arms and pulled her along, through her protests. Why bother screaming and kicking anyway? He shoved her into the 'guest' quarters and shut the door, leaving it with a small click that signaled it was locked.
She stuck her tongue out at the closed door then turned around to survey her new surroundings. Another girl, who looked to be a bit older than her, was sitting on a desk in the corner. She rose to her feet when Tina entered and gave her a curious look.
"Hiya. I'm Christina, but my friends all call me Tina. What's your name?" She asked as she walked over to her.
"Elizabeth Turner," the girl said quickly and held out her hand. Tina took it and gave it a shake. "This is all my fault. I'm sorry you have to be in this position to, Miss Christina." Elizabeth apologized. Her face contorted into one of guilt as she turned and began to pace the room.
"It's not your fault and call me Tina. Miss is just to formal," Tina said with a smile. At least she was looking on the bright side of things. Elizabeth smiled back. In these dim times she had found someone to call a friend, at least.
"As long as you call me Elizabeth," she said.
"Sounds like a deal to me," Tina said as she walked over to the desk and opened the various drawers. Nothing inside was useful. Only a few quills and yellow paper. "So, do you see any way to get out of this mess?"
"None," Elizabeth said dismally. "I've already checked, but I have confidence that my father will find me. He'll be sending out the fleet to search for me by morning. And I feel pathetic that I actually have to wait to be saved." She said the last part with a wrinkle of her nose. It was pathetic, but then, what choice did they have? They didn't have a choice. The windows didn't look like they could really be opened from years of no use and the door was a stupid option to even have.
"We'll get over it," Tina shrugged as she sat down. They had a long time to wait.
Whoa! That took me way to long to type up. Been busy. I'm trying to save my money for stuff since I owe my mum three hundred plus dollars. Well. If you guys want me to continue then by all means leave a review. Not only does it make me feel special, but also it makes me want to update.
Tora
