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Chapter 2: Deceit?
What's your name, kid?" Jack asked the boy while steering the ship and gazing out at the ocean.
"Er... George... George is my name..." he hesitated.
"What a terrible name!" Jack exclaimed. "You need a manly pirate name like... Jack, for example."
"Give me a break..." the boy muttered.
"You know," Jack told him, "you're not a bad fighter."
"I know." the boy replied casually.
"Can't say much for your attitude..."
"You could use a swords...man like me on your travels, right?" the boy asked.
"Now, don't get 'asty." Jack warned. "But I might find some use for you."
"Good. Because I am dying to tell you who I am!" the boy said, looking back at the shrinking city.
"What?" Jack asked, confused. The boy took of his hat and long light brown hair fell from it. "WHAT?!" Jack yelled. "You're--you're that girl!"
"Well, what do you know!" she exclaimed sarcastically. "Celeste is the name. Celeste Wyndham." Jack looked both confused and angry. "So, Captain Sparrow, how does it feel to know you were just beaten by a girl?" she chuckled.
"It's not funny..." Jack replied seriously.
"Of course it is!" Celeste laughed. "The famous Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow beaten in a duel by me!" she laughed. Jack just stood there feeling like a fool. "Oh, come on, Jack, if I may call you that, you know it's funny!"
"No you may not call me that and no, its not funny." Jack stated seriously. "You lied to me."
"I did not!" Celeste retorted. "I just neglected to mention to you who I was."
"I 'ave to turn 'round..."
"No!" she cried. "You promised to take me to your next destination regardless of who I am!"
"Perhaps me next destination is back to your town." Jack stated.
"Well, I'm not leaving until I get to Rosalia." Celeste protested.
"An' what makes you think I can't make you get off?" Jack asked simply. At this she stood up straight and confidently and looked him in the eye and said:
"What makes you think you can even try?"
"Honestly, darling, I don't want to 'ave to knock you out or anything..."
"Fine. If that's your game, then, have it your way." she stated. "I'll just go back and tell everyone that I beat you in a duel."
"An' 'ow will you prove that, love?" he asked impatiently.
"Oh..." she started, walking to the rail of the ship, "I have my ways..." With that, she pulled out Jack's trusty old pistol out of her pocket. Jack looked down at his belt, the
normal resting place for his gun and looked back up at her.
"'ow--'ow... did you..." he stuttered.
"It fell during the duel." she calmly told him.
"Give it 'ere, girl!" he commanded urgently.
"The name's Celeste." she corrected. "And I don't think I'll be giving it back until my feet are firmly planted in Rosalia." Jack glared at her, hating to be 'suckered into something.' "Well, aren't you interested in who I'm bounty hunting?"
"Not really--"
"Of course you are!" Celeste interrupted. "Ever heard of a pirate named Bartholomeu Santara?" He glanced at her, then returned his gaze to the sea.
"I've 'eard of 'im." Jack replied casually.
"Well, that's who I'm after." she stated plainly. Jack chuckled.
"An' 'ow do you plan on capturin' this man, love?"
"That's where you come in." she turned to look at him, her eyes previously being set on the shrinking town.
"Wait just a--"
"You see, Jack, I could turn you in for your bounty, and it is quite high, I might add, but you seem like a fairly nice man, so I won't." Jack snickered at the way she seemed to think she could turn him in. "Plus, if you help me catch him, I'll cut you in forty percent."
"Seventy." Jack stated as though it seemed obvious that he deserved over half.
"Forty-five." she insisted.
"Sixty-five." Jack pressed.
"Fifty. Okay?" she surrendered. "No more. That's my final offer. You always seem up for getting even one extra shilling if you can, so be happy I'm letting you in on this."
"Hm... I suppose." Jack agreed.
"By the way, I fear I may have misled you." she said. "I do not plan on bringing Santara in alive. I will kill him and take his head for proof." Jack glanced at her, a bit surprised that she even had the ability to kill someone; she looked so innocent. He returned his gaze to where it usually lay: the Caribbean.
"Hmm." Jack said thoughtfully. "A nice, leisurely 'vacation' of betrayin', capturin', and killin' fellow pirates. Sounds..." he heavily breathed in the salty sea air, "...tantalizin'."
* * *
That night, Celeste slept uneasily, for she had never traveled on a ship before. When she awoke the next day, she dressed in a fancy, expensive looking red dress and went up on deck. She had her wavy hair down on her shoulders. She glanced around the deck, seeing glaring crew members bustling around and working hard.
'Oh...' she thought. 'Should I help with something...? Nah.' she quickly abandoned that idea. 'Oh, of course.' she thought obviously. She looked up at the helm and, what do you know, Jack was stationed there gazing at, what do you know, the ocean.
She made her way up the stairs helm-bound, the morning sun warming her face. The sun lit up the Caribbean like light blue stained glass in a window.
"Morning, Jack." Celeste greeted. "Oh, er, I mean, Captain."
"Mornin', er... er..." he trailed off, searching his brain for the right word.
"Celeste." she reminded him, a little tired of having to repeat it.
"Right! Celeste!" Jack exclaimed as though he had just remembered the right answer to a question. "We should be in Rosalia soon, er... er..."
"Celeste! Celeste!" she cried impatiently.
"Yes! Celeste! That's it!" he exclaimed. He might as well have been yelling 'eureka!' "We should be there in a few hours."
"Oh, good!" she exclaimed happily. After a pause, Jack spoke again.
"So, dear, why are you after this bounty?"
"Well, one of the many reasons is that he stole from my family." she explained. "He stole a lot of money from us."
"Judgin' from that dress, I'd say you're not sufferin' much from it." Jack concluded, glancing at the red dress.
"Well, we are still financially stable."
"Appears tha' way." Jack stated. He looked her up and down. "Don' look like you're starvin' neither."
"What do you mean by that?!" she cried, offended. Cause and effect...
SLAP! She'd slapped him hard across the face.
"Bloody-- what did you do that for?!"
"How dare you insinuate--"
"I just meant tha' you look 'ealthty!" he cried, irritated.
"Oh... okay... that's okay, then. Sorry." she apologized.
"Aye, aye..." he trailed off mumbling. After a moment of awkward silence, Celeste spoke again in an attempt to make conversation.
"So... Jack... where do you live?"
"'ere on the Pearl. What do I look like, the bloody King of Spain? I'm a pirate." he replied irritably.
"Well, I was just trying to make conversation!" she cried in defense.
"Sorry, love," he sighed, "I was up late and up early captainin' so we could get to Rosalia sooner."
"Oh, thanks, Jack, how nice!" she said sincerely.
"I didn't do it for you." he added coldly. "I want me rum as soon as I can get it."
"Well," she started, faking serious, "it's good to know that you have an extremely important and respectable errand there." she struggled to keep a straight face.
"Ha, ha, ha." Jack said bitterly.
Celeste made her way to the side of the ship and leaned on her elbows on the railing, gazing out at the sparkling Caribbean.
'Now I can see why he just stares at the ocean all the time. It's beautiful.' she thought, mesmerized by the sea.
"Er, can I do anything, Jack?" she asked. "I'm feeling a little useless. I'd be glad to help with something."
"Er..." he contemplated. "Aye, ask Gibbs over there." he gestured to the deck.
"Er, which one is Gibbs?" she asked.
"That one." Jack pointed to a man in a blue vest and a tattered white (or used to be) shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
"Ah. Okay, I'll do that." she stated. "Thanks, Jack." he nodded at her in acknowledgement. She went down the stairs and over to Gibbs.
"Erm, hello." she greeted and he turned around.
"Hello there, missy, who might you be?" Gibbs asked.
"Celeste Wyndham, nice to meet you, Mr. Gibbs. Jack told me to ask you if there's anything I can do, any work that needs to be done, anything I can help with. I just want to help."
"Aye, ye can help with the sails over there." Gibbs told her. "But, if I may ask, what are ye doin' here on the Pearl?" With that, she explained a little about the bounty. "Ah, well, that's very interestin'. I'll be amazed if ye can get Santara. Even with Jack's help. Man's bleedin' tough to the core."
"Well, I'm out to try." Celeste said. "So, over there you said?" she pointed to some ropes.
"Aye." Gibbs confirmed.
"Thank you, sir." she made her way over to where the sails were tied down. A pirate with a large hat was stationed there, the hat covered their face.
"Er, hello..." Celeste greeted uneasily. "I'm Celeste Wyndham." The pirate did not answer. "Erm, so what exactly do I do here? Helping with the sails and all..."
"You just tighten the ropes." the pirate answered simply and rather bitterly.
"Oh, my gosh!" Celeste cried. "You're a woman!"
"Yes, it's amazing isn't it?" she answered sarcastically, removing her hat. She had dark skin, ebony hair, and dark brown eyes.
"Oh, it's so good to finally see another woman aboard this ship!" Celeste happily told her. "What's your name?"
"Anamaria."
"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Celeste said cheerfully.
"Pleasure." Anamaria replied bitterly. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, Jack--"
"Say no more." Anamaria nearly commanded. "'Company,' huh? Traveling convenience this time?"
"What?! No!" Celeste cried. "No way! Don't even get that idea! See, the situation is..." and Celeste explained to Anamaria about the bounty. "...and now I'm here."
"Aha. Well, have you any experience in being a pirate?" Anamaria asked as Jack walked up to them.
"Well, er, no..." Celeste hesitated. "But I have studied a little... and I-I can swordfight! Just ask--" she glanced at Jack who threw her an 'ix- nay' look, obviously not wanting her to go blabbing about his defeat to her, "--ask... me about... how much training I've had! Yes!" she glanced back at Jack who gave a sigh of relief. Anamaria gave Celeste a strange look. She leaned over to Jack and quietly spoke her mind.
"Batty, this one, Captain." she mumbled.
"Mm." Jack mumbled in either acknowledgement or agreement. "Er, back to work, then. Doin' a great job." he left them.
"So..." Celeste started, trying to make conversation, while yanking a rope, "did you and Jack ever have a thing together? I mean, it just seems like--" she saw Anamaria glaring at her. "Er, never mind, then! Sorry..." Celeste hesitated, sort of frightened of Anamaria at the moment. "Ah, heh, ha, ha..." she laughed awkwardly. Suddenly, in her hesitance, she loosened her grip on the rope, causing it to slide through her hands. "OW! Ahh!" she cried in pain and fear. She tightened her grip on the rope and tied it down. "Ouch! Ouch!" Celeste shook out her hands that were now red.
"Try to be more careful!" Anamaria ordered impatiently. Celeste knew that if she had not caught the rope, one of the sails would have loosened up far too much and she could've messed up the whole journey. "And if you can't do that, then go do something else!"
"S-sorry!" Celeste stuttered. "I-I guess I will do something else... Er, good day..."
"Aye." Anamaria agreed indifferently.
Celeste left Anamaria and those stupid sails and decided to go back up to the helm. She made her way towards the stairs and ran into Gibbs who was with another pirate. The other pirate was wearing a tattered brown jacket and a faded dark blue bandana on his head. He had a white beard and a blue and yellow parrot on his shoulder.
"Hello, Mr. Gibbs." Celeste greeted.
"Ah, Miss Wyndham, this is Cotton." Gibbs introduced.
"Hello, Mr. Cotton. Nice to meet you. Celeste Wyndham."
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" the parrot squawked. She had been looking at Mr. Cotton, but her attention quickly diverted to the parrot at this. She glanced confusedly to Mr. Cotton and then back to the parrot and then Mr. Cotton again.
"Oh, Cotton's a mute." Gibbs explained. "Had his tongue cut out years ago. He trained his parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figure how..."
"Ah..." Celeste started, "well, er, pleasure to meet... you both... Well, I'm off to see Jack. Good day."
"Good day." Gibbs bid her.
"Awrk!" the parrot squawked. Celeste made her way up the creaking ship, passing working-hard pirates that scowled toughly at her. She sidestepped an oncoming pirate, which that looked unusually dirty, in protection of her pretty dress. She finally got to Jack who was still engrossed in the ocean.
"Your eyes ever get tired, Jack?" she asked. "Goodness sakes, you just stare and stare and stare at the ocean. It's wet. It's blue. It's ripply. You've seen it millions of times!"
"Yes, but it's really somethin' to look at, love." Jack replied dreamily. "Such beauty doesn' pop up everywhere, now, does it?" Celeste huffed slightly at this, thinking that she wasn't exactly chopped liver. She was no ocean, but she was no shark either. It wasn't that she was used to getting all the attention, but a little would be nice!
Hope you liked that chapter! Oh, by the way, I'm putting as many chapters up at once as I can! So I may end up having a bunch of chapters up and no reviews yet! But that doesn't mean my story isn't good, it just means that I wrote it already! Anyway, please review! By the way, Celeste's last name (F.Y.I.) is pronounced "win-dum" Just because I spelled it funny, doesn't mean I want people to mispronounce it! Funny ol' english language, innit?
Chapter 2: Deceit?
What's your name, kid?" Jack asked the boy while steering the ship and gazing out at the ocean.
"Er... George... George is my name..." he hesitated.
"What a terrible name!" Jack exclaimed. "You need a manly pirate name like... Jack, for example."
"Give me a break..." the boy muttered.
"You know," Jack told him, "you're not a bad fighter."
"I know." the boy replied casually.
"Can't say much for your attitude..."
"You could use a swords...man like me on your travels, right?" the boy asked.
"Now, don't get 'asty." Jack warned. "But I might find some use for you."
"Good. Because I am dying to tell you who I am!" the boy said, looking back at the shrinking city.
"What?" Jack asked, confused. The boy took of his hat and long light brown hair fell from it. "WHAT?!" Jack yelled. "You're--you're that girl!"
"Well, what do you know!" she exclaimed sarcastically. "Celeste is the name. Celeste Wyndham." Jack looked both confused and angry. "So, Captain Sparrow, how does it feel to know you were just beaten by a girl?" she chuckled.
"It's not funny..." Jack replied seriously.
"Of course it is!" Celeste laughed. "The famous Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow beaten in a duel by me!" she laughed. Jack just stood there feeling like a fool. "Oh, come on, Jack, if I may call you that, you know it's funny!"
"No you may not call me that and no, its not funny." Jack stated seriously. "You lied to me."
"I did not!" Celeste retorted. "I just neglected to mention to you who I was."
"I 'ave to turn 'round..."
"No!" she cried. "You promised to take me to your next destination regardless of who I am!"
"Perhaps me next destination is back to your town." Jack stated.
"Well, I'm not leaving until I get to Rosalia." Celeste protested.
"An' what makes you think I can't make you get off?" Jack asked simply. At this she stood up straight and confidently and looked him in the eye and said:
"What makes you think you can even try?"
"Honestly, darling, I don't want to 'ave to knock you out or anything..."
"Fine. If that's your game, then, have it your way." she stated. "I'll just go back and tell everyone that I beat you in a duel."
"An' 'ow will you prove that, love?" he asked impatiently.
"Oh..." she started, walking to the rail of the ship, "I have my ways..." With that, she pulled out Jack's trusty old pistol out of her pocket. Jack looked down at his belt, the
normal resting place for his gun and looked back up at her.
"'ow--'ow... did you..." he stuttered.
"It fell during the duel." she calmly told him.
"Give it 'ere, girl!" he commanded urgently.
"The name's Celeste." she corrected. "And I don't think I'll be giving it back until my feet are firmly planted in Rosalia." Jack glared at her, hating to be 'suckered into something.' "Well, aren't you interested in who I'm bounty hunting?"
"Not really--"
"Of course you are!" Celeste interrupted. "Ever heard of a pirate named Bartholomeu Santara?" He glanced at her, then returned his gaze to the sea.
"I've 'eard of 'im." Jack replied casually.
"Well, that's who I'm after." she stated plainly. Jack chuckled.
"An' 'ow do you plan on capturin' this man, love?"
"That's where you come in." she turned to look at him, her eyes previously being set on the shrinking town.
"Wait just a--"
"You see, Jack, I could turn you in for your bounty, and it is quite high, I might add, but you seem like a fairly nice man, so I won't." Jack snickered at the way she seemed to think she could turn him in. "Plus, if you help me catch him, I'll cut you in forty percent."
"Seventy." Jack stated as though it seemed obvious that he deserved over half.
"Forty-five." she insisted.
"Sixty-five." Jack pressed.
"Fifty. Okay?" she surrendered. "No more. That's my final offer. You always seem up for getting even one extra shilling if you can, so be happy I'm letting you in on this."
"Hm... I suppose." Jack agreed.
"By the way, I fear I may have misled you." she said. "I do not plan on bringing Santara in alive. I will kill him and take his head for proof." Jack glanced at her, a bit surprised that she even had the ability to kill someone; she looked so innocent. He returned his gaze to where it usually lay: the Caribbean.
"Hmm." Jack said thoughtfully. "A nice, leisurely 'vacation' of betrayin', capturin', and killin' fellow pirates. Sounds..." he heavily breathed in the salty sea air, "...tantalizin'."
* * *
That night, Celeste slept uneasily, for she had never traveled on a ship before. When she awoke the next day, she dressed in a fancy, expensive looking red dress and went up on deck. She had her wavy hair down on her shoulders. She glanced around the deck, seeing glaring crew members bustling around and working hard.
'Oh...' she thought. 'Should I help with something...? Nah.' she quickly abandoned that idea. 'Oh, of course.' she thought obviously. She looked up at the helm and, what do you know, Jack was stationed there gazing at, what do you know, the ocean.
She made her way up the stairs helm-bound, the morning sun warming her face. The sun lit up the Caribbean like light blue stained glass in a window.
"Morning, Jack." Celeste greeted. "Oh, er, I mean, Captain."
"Mornin', er... er..." he trailed off, searching his brain for the right word.
"Celeste." she reminded him, a little tired of having to repeat it.
"Right! Celeste!" Jack exclaimed as though he had just remembered the right answer to a question. "We should be in Rosalia soon, er... er..."
"Celeste! Celeste!" she cried impatiently.
"Yes! Celeste! That's it!" he exclaimed. He might as well have been yelling 'eureka!' "We should be there in a few hours."
"Oh, good!" she exclaimed happily. After a pause, Jack spoke again.
"So, dear, why are you after this bounty?"
"Well, one of the many reasons is that he stole from my family." she explained. "He stole a lot of money from us."
"Judgin' from that dress, I'd say you're not sufferin' much from it." Jack concluded, glancing at the red dress.
"Well, we are still financially stable."
"Appears tha' way." Jack stated. He looked her up and down. "Don' look like you're starvin' neither."
"What do you mean by that?!" she cried, offended. Cause and effect...
SLAP! She'd slapped him hard across the face.
"Bloody-- what did you do that for?!"
"How dare you insinuate--"
"I just meant tha' you look 'ealthty!" he cried, irritated.
"Oh... okay... that's okay, then. Sorry." she apologized.
"Aye, aye..." he trailed off mumbling. After a moment of awkward silence, Celeste spoke again in an attempt to make conversation.
"So... Jack... where do you live?"
"'ere on the Pearl. What do I look like, the bloody King of Spain? I'm a pirate." he replied irritably.
"Well, I was just trying to make conversation!" she cried in defense.
"Sorry, love," he sighed, "I was up late and up early captainin' so we could get to Rosalia sooner."
"Oh, thanks, Jack, how nice!" she said sincerely.
"I didn't do it for you." he added coldly. "I want me rum as soon as I can get it."
"Well," she started, faking serious, "it's good to know that you have an extremely important and respectable errand there." she struggled to keep a straight face.
"Ha, ha, ha." Jack said bitterly.
Celeste made her way to the side of the ship and leaned on her elbows on the railing, gazing out at the sparkling Caribbean.
'Now I can see why he just stares at the ocean all the time. It's beautiful.' she thought, mesmerized by the sea.
"Er, can I do anything, Jack?" she asked. "I'm feeling a little useless. I'd be glad to help with something."
"Er..." he contemplated. "Aye, ask Gibbs over there." he gestured to the deck.
"Er, which one is Gibbs?" she asked.
"That one." Jack pointed to a man in a blue vest and a tattered white (or used to be) shirt with the sleeves rolled up.
"Ah. Okay, I'll do that." she stated. "Thanks, Jack." he nodded at her in acknowledgement. She went down the stairs and over to Gibbs.
"Erm, hello." she greeted and he turned around.
"Hello there, missy, who might you be?" Gibbs asked.
"Celeste Wyndham, nice to meet you, Mr. Gibbs. Jack told me to ask you if there's anything I can do, any work that needs to be done, anything I can help with. I just want to help."
"Aye, ye can help with the sails over there." Gibbs told her. "But, if I may ask, what are ye doin' here on the Pearl?" With that, she explained a little about the bounty. "Ah, well, that's very interestin'. I'll be amazed if ye can get Santara. Even with Jack's help. Man's bleedin' tough to the core."
"Well, I'm out to try." Celeste said. "So, over there you said?" she pointed to some ropes.
"Aye." Gibbs confirmed.
"Thank you, sir." she made her way over to where the sails were tied down. A pirate with a large hat was stationed there, the hat covered their face.
"Er, hello..." Celeste greeted uneasily. "I'm Celeste Wyndham." The pirate did not answer. "Erm, so what exactly do I do here? Helping with the sails and all..."
"You just tighten the ropes." the pirate answered simply and rather bitterly.
"Oh, my gosh!" Celeste cried. "You're a woman!"
"Yes, it's amazing isn't it?" she answered sarcastically, removing her hat. She had dark skin, ebony hair, and dark brown eyes.
"Oh, it's so good to finally see another woman aboard this ship!" Celeste happily told her. "What's your name?"
"Anamaria."
"It's a pleasure to meet you!" Celeste said cheerfully.
"Pleasure." Anamaria replied bitterly. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, Jack--"
"Say no more." Anamaria nearly commanded. "'Company,' huh? Traveling convenience this time?"
"What?! No!" Celeste cried. "No way! Don't even get that idea! See, the situation is..." and Celeste explained to Anamaria about the bounty. "...and now I'm here."
"Aha. Well, have you any experience in being a pirate?" Anamaria asked as Jack walked up to them.
"Well, er, no..." Celeste hesitated. "But I have studied a little... and I-I can swordfight! Just ask--" she glanced at Jack who threw her an 'ix- nay' look, obviously not wanting her to go blabbing about his defeat to her, "--ask... me about... how much training I've had! Yes!" she glanced back at Jack who gave a sigh of relief. Anamaria gave Celeste a strange look. She leaned over to Jack and quietly spoke her mind.
"Batty, this one, Captain." she mumbled.
"Mm." Jack mumbled in either acknowledgement or agreement. "Er, back to work, then. Doin' a great job." he left them.
"So..." Celeste started, trying to make conversation, while yanking a rope, "did you and Jack ever have a thing together? I mean, it just seems like--" she saw Anamaria glaring at her. "Er, never mind, then! Sorry..." Celeste hesitated, sort of frightened of Anamaria at the moment. "Ah, heh, ha, ha..." she laughed awkwardly. Suddenly, in her hesitance, she loosened her grip on the rope, causing it to slide through her hands. "OW! Ahh!" she cried in pain and fear. She tightened her grip on the rope and tied it down. "Ouch! Ouch!" Celeste shook out her hands that were now red.
"Try to be more careful!" Anamaria ordered impatiently. Celeste knew that if she had not caught the rope, one of the sails would have loosened up far too much and she could've messed up the whole journey. "And if you can't do that, then go do something else!"
"S-sorry!" Celeste stuttered. "I-I guess I will do something else... Er, good day..."
"Aye." Anamaria agreed indifferently.
Celeste left Anamaria and those stupid sails and decided to go back up to the helm. She made her way towards the stairs and ran into Gibbs who was with another pirate. The other pirate was wearing a tattered brown jacket and a faded dark blue bandana on his head. He had a white beard and a blue and yellow parrot on his shoulder.
"Hello, Mr. Gibbs." Celeste greeted.
"Ah, Miss Wyndham, this is Cotton." Gibbs introduced.
"Hello, Mr. Cotton. Nice to meet you. Celeste Wyndham."
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!" the parrot squawked. She had been looking at Mr. Cotton, but her attention quickly diverted to the parrot at this. She glanced confusedly to Mr. Cotton and then back to the parrot and then Mr. Cotton again.
"Oh, Cotton's a mute." Gibbs explained. "Had his tongue cut out years ago. He trained his parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figure how..."
"Ah..." Celeste started, "well, er, pleasure to meet... you both... Well, I'm off to see Jack. Good day."
"Good day." Gibbs bid her.
"Awrk!" the parrot squawked. Celeste made her way up the creaking ship, passing working-hard pirates that scowled toughly at her. She sidestepped an oncoming pirate, which that looked unusually dirty, in protection of her pretty dress. She finally got to Jack who was still engrossed in the ocean.
"Your eyes ever get tired, Jack?" she asked. "Goodness sakes, you just stare and stare and stare at the ocean. It's wet. It's blue. It's ripply. You've seen it millions of times!"
"Yes, but it's really somethin' to look at, love." Jack replied dreamily. "Such beauty doesn' pop up everywhere, now, does it?" Celeste huffed slightly at this, thinking that she wasn't exactly chopped liver. She was no ocean, but she was no shark either. It wasn't that she was used to getting all the attention, but a little would be nice!
Hope you liked that chapter! Oh, by the way, I'm putting as many chapters up at once as I can! So I may end up having a bunch of chapters up and no reviews yet! But that doesn't mean my story isn't good, it just means that I wrote it already! Anyway, please review! By the way, Celeste's last name (F.Y.I.) is pronounced "win-dum" Just because I spelled it funny, doesn't mean I want people to mispronounce it! Funny ol' english language, innit?