The Half-Elves of the Caribbean
I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters in it.
Chapter 1 Why Ganamo will be weird this time
Ok, for those of you who have not yet met Gummy and Sach (Ganamo and Sachima), here's an overview. They're from one of my books (that I wrote). They're both half-elves (Ganamo is half-South elf, and Sachima is half- North elf). They are cousins; Sachima is nephew of emperor Godraban, and Ganamo is a convicted traitor (even though he didn't do anything).
Sachima has been married since 17 (arranged marriage to a "plain" elf girl named Mushei). He's got some issues, ok? We're leaving it there. Anyhoo, as himself he can sprout big, black wings, has red irises with white rims around them (then the whites of his eyes). He's got a weak heart and lungs, and is hard of hearing (all of these are due to injury incurred while serving in the military). Oh yeah, and he's a good-looking elf guy, too.
Ganamo is a pretty kind, laid back guy who usually has a flair for practical jokes (when he's totally out of his element he keeps it under control, so we haven't seen much of that in the other fic's). He can also sprout wings (tan and white ones with black speckles), and has slightly pointed ears that are normally hidden by his longish, unkempt red hair. He has a "T" brand on the left side of his face—a punishment for treason (along with exile).
"Wake up, Ganamo."
"Mmmm . . ." he opened his grey eyes and looked around. He seemed to be lying in his bed, but was surrounded by black, empty space.
"You're gotta be kidding me," he pushed himself to a sitting position and looked around.
"What now?" he groaned.
From out of nowhere a girl appeared. She was wearing a dusty blue sleeveless shirt with a turtle shell on the front, and blue jeans. Her hair was dark, almost black, and also to her waist. She had dark eyes as well. She grinned mischievously.
"Good morning," she sing-songed.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Me?" she pointed to herself, "No one special. But you know how every one in a while you wake up somewhere, like in Escaflowne and Middle- Earth and stuff?"
"Yes?" he wasn't sure where this was going, and didn't know if it was going to be good.
"Well, see, I thought it was kind of a funny idea, so I stuck you in those situations."
She shrugged, "It's not really all that funny, but especially not to those who don't know your whole story."
"What the heck are you talking about? Who are you?"
"Anyway, I had this new idea," she said, pushing her fingertips together, "but, well, I want it to actually have a plot this time, and I want you to be in it, but you would totally slaughter the character you need to portray, so, I'm gonna have to do something unorthodox . . ."
"What? What are you talking about? Go away! Leave me alone!" Ganamo was getting nervous.
"Anyway, um, I'm gonna have to tweak with your personality a little. So, uh, that you fit. I just wanted to warn you, you know, 'cuz it would be kind of cruel not to let you know beforehand, you know?"
"And not telling me all those other times was just fine???"
"Ok, I've told you, so I'm done. Have fun, and don't get killed. Oh yeah, Sachima's gonna look a heck of a lot like Legolas, only with dark hair. Just wanted you to know that. Byes!"
"No! Wait! This isn't fair!" He protested, as everything became black, "You can't do this!"
"Mmmm . . ." Ganamo groaned past a hangover. He thought quickly about what that girl had said. What the heck did she mean by "tweak with his personality", or whatever? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out. He heard a dull thud and grimaced.
"Why the heck do I have to have a stupid hangover!" he complained. The noise came again and he opened his eyes. He was in a wooden room with a chest in one corner and a desk covered in papers to his right. Behind that was a door. The thud noises was actually someone knocking on the door.
"Oh for the love of . . ." he swung his legs over the bed and stood and little unsteadily. He had on a loose shirt that was discolored with age and a red sash around his waist. He stopped there, he didn't care anymore, and was hating this hangover more and more. He pulled open the door.
"What?" he demanded, slouching and letting his head loll to one side.
"Captain," the pretty dark-skinned began, "we were supposed to have left over an hour ago."
"Left where?" he frowned.
"After the HMS Locke, Captain. You know, the ship with enough spoils to make us rich till doomsday?"
"Oh, that one. Right, I shall be on deck momentarily." He swung the door shut in the girl's face. He took a deep breath.
"This time's going to be bad, I can tell."
He shook his head (regretted it), and set about finding a pair of boots, a coat and a three-pointed hat that all seemed to feel right somehow. He sighed again, and marched out of the cabin. He climbed up on deck. All about him dirty, scraggly men were busying themselves checking ropes and performing other duties. She shaded his eyes against the sun and looked up at the ships sails. They were pitch black.
"Yup, this one's gonna be bad," he repeated.
I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean or any of the characters in it.
Chapter 1 Why Ganamo will be weird this time
Ok, for those of you who have not yet met Gummy and Sach (Ganamo and Sachima), here's an overview. They're from one of my books (that I wrote). They're both half-elves (Ganamo is half-South elf, and Sachima is half- North elf). They are cousins; Sachima is nephew of emperor Godraban, and Ganamo is a convicted traitor (even though he didn't do anything).
Sachima has been married since 17 (arranged marriage to a "plain" elf girl named Mushei). He's got some issues, ok? We're leaving it there. Anyhoo, as himself he can sprout big, black wings, has red irises with white rims around them (then the whites of his eyes). He's got a weak heart and lungs, and is hard of hearing (all of these are due to injury incurred while serving in the military). Oh yeah, and he's a good-looking elf guy, too.
Ganamo is a pretty kind, laid back guy who usually has a flair for practical jokes (when he's totally out of his element he keeps it under control, so we haven't seen much of that in the other fic's). He can also sprout wings (tan and white ones with black speckles), and has slightly pointed ears that are normally hidden by his longish, unkempt red hair. He has a "T" brand on the left side of his face—a punishment for treason (along with exile).
"Wake up, Ganamo."
"Mmmm . . ." he opened his grey eyes and looked around. He seemed to be lying in his bed, but was surrounded by black, empty space.
"You're gotta be kidding me," he pushed himself to a sitting position and looked around.
"What now?" he groaned.
From out of nowhere a girl appeared. She was wearing a dusty blue sleeveless shirt with a turtle shell on the front, and blue jeans. Her hair was dark, almost black, and also to her waist. She had dark eyes as well. She grinned mischievously.
"Good morning," she sing-songed.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Me?" she pointed to herself, "No one special. But you know how every one in a while you wake up somewhere, like in Escaflowne and Middle- Earth and stuff?"
"Yes?" he wasn't sure where this was going, and didn't know if it was going to be good.
"Well, see, I thought it was kind of a funny idea, so I stuck you in those situations."
She shrugged, "It's not really all that funny, but especially not to those who don't know your whole story."
"What the heck are you talking about? Who are you?"
"Anyway, I had this new idea," she said, pushing her fingertips together, "but, well, I want it to actually have a plot this time, and I want you to be in it, but you would totally slaughter the character you need to portray, so, I'm gonna have to do something unorthodox . . ."
"What? What are you talking about? Go away! Leave me alone!" Ganamo was getting nervous.
"Anyway, um, I'm gonna have to tweak with your personality a little. So, uh, that you fit. I just wanted to warn you, you know, 'cuz it would be kind of cruel not to let you know beforehand, you know?"
"And not telling me all those other times was just fine???"
"Ok, I've told you, so I'm done. Have fun, and don't get killed. Oh yeah, Sachima's gonna look a heck of a lot like Legolas, only with dark hair. Just wanted you to know that. Byes!"
"No! Wait! This isn't fair!" He protested, as everything became black, "You can't do this!"
"Mmmm . . ." Ganamo groaned past a hangover. He thought quickly about what that girl had said. What the heck did she mean by "tweak with his personality", or whatever? He wasn't sure he wanted to find out. He heard a dull thud and grimaced.
"Why the heck do I have to have a stupid hangover!" he complained. The noise came again and he opened his eyes. He was in a wooden room with a chest in one corner and a desk covered in papers to his right. Behind that was a door. The thud noises was actually someone knocking on the door.
"Oh for the love of . . ." he swung his legs over the bed and stood and little unsteadily. He had on a loose shirt that was discolored with age and a red sash around his waist. He stopped there, he didn't care anymore, and was hating this hangover more and more. He pulled open the door.
"What?" he demanded, slouching and letting his head loll to one side.
"Captain," the pretty dark-skinned began, "we were supposed to have left over an hour ago."
"Left where?" he frowned.
"After the HMS Locke, Captain. You know, the ship with enough spoils to make us rich till doomsday?"
"Oh, that one. Right, I shall be on deck momentarily." He swung the door shut in the girl's face. He took a deep breath.
"This time's going to be bad, I can tell."
He shook his head (regretted it), and set about finding a pair of boots, a coat and a three-pointed hat that all seemed to feel right somehow. He sighed again, and marched out of the cabin. He climbed up on deck. All about him dirty, scraggly men were busying themselves checking ropes and performing other duties. She shaded his eyes against the sun and looked up at the ships sails. They were pitch black.
"Yup, this one's gonna be bad," he repeated.
