Okay, well, there may have been (okay, definitely were) typos in the other
chapters... and may be some in the rest of the story! I just noticed... but
anyway, it's a common mistake! I'm naught but a humble pirate! Anyway,
enjoy!
Chapter 7: Complication and Information
Arr!" Audra burst into Celeste's room about ten minutes later. She was wearing a black eye patch. "Eat up, me hearties, yo ho!"
"That's drink up me hearties, yo ho." Celeste corrected monotonously. She was reclining on her bed with her arms folded behind her head.
"Yeah, that!" Audra added excitedly. "Wow! I'm going to be a real pirate! Shudder me buckles!"
"That's shiver me timbers."
"Yeah! I'm so happy! This sounds so fun!" Audra exclaimed.
"Yeah, me too..."
"What's wrong?" Audra asked. Celeste started to tell her what happened, but then realized: what's the use?
"Nothing's wrong." Celeste lied.
"You don't act like nothing's wrong." Audra pressed, sitting at the foot of Celeste's bed.
"I just go my leg sliced open, am I supposed to be joyous?" Celeste replied bitterly.
"I-I'm sorry, I just... I know you better than that, and I -- well -- never mind..." Audra knew Celeste was not the type to sulk over physical pain.
"Take that ridiculous eye patch off. That's such a pirate stereotype." Celeste said, smiling. Audra obeyed, though; she didn't want to offend any of the crew. "I'm hungry." Celeste stated.
"Oh, okay, I'll get Jack to come and--"
"No." Celeste interrupted. "I can get there myself." she heaved herself up onto one foot. She gently set down her wounded leg in an attempt to limp, but... "OW!" she cried.
"You'll kill yourself!" Audra scolded. "I'll go get Jack and--"
"No. I don't need Jack's help." she firmly stated. "What do you think I am?" Celeste asked defensively. "I am a pirate." she tried to limp again. "Yo h-OW!" Audra looked at her as if to say, 'see, you need help.'
"I'll hop." Celeste insisted and she started off out into the hall and up the stair. The stairs were going to be a challenge. She attempted to climb them, but... not a chance. She decided to try and crawl up them instead. Suddenly, Audra dashed past her.
"Stop!" Celeste yelled. "Don't you dare! You will not get Jack! Stop! Come back here!" Celeste struggled to hurry and inch up the stairs. She would sit on one step and hoist herself up to the next with her good leg. At this speed, she should reach the dining room in about... oh, say... twenty-five years. She heard the door at the top of the stairs open and someone descending them.
"Need 'elp, love?" Jack asked, walking to where she was on the stairs.
"No. No, I got it." she replied.
"'eaded for the dining room?" he asked, watching her inch up the stairs.
"Yes." she kept inching; one step at a time.
"You'll starve before you get there." Jack chuckled. And, regardless of what she had said, he picked her up and carried her into the dining room and set her in a chair.
"Well, er, thanks." Celeste told him, a bit embarrassed. Audra and Angelina were sitting and eating already.
"Don' want you to starve on me, savvy?" Jack said, smiling. He sat down.
"I suppose not." Celeste replied, picking up a fork, jabbing a piece of roast, and setting it on her plate. She cut it and put a piece in her mouth.
"So, are ya okay?" Angelina asked.
"Yf, mm fn." Celeste replied, her mouth full. She swallowed abruptly, knowing how ill-mannered it was to speak with her mouth full. "Er, excuse me, my mind was elsewhere... Yes, I'm okay. I'm not dead."
"Excuse me for a moment." Jack told them. "I must check on something. "He got up and left the dining room.
"Audra, you fink!" Celeste badgered. "I told you not to--"
"But you would've starved!" Audra reasoned.
"Ugh!" Celeste scoffed. "That's not the point..."
A moment later, Jack walked back into the room.
"So," Jack began, "we'll be stayin' 'ere a while, I wager, aye?"
"Yes, I suppose." Celeste sighed. "But I won't be hurt forever! Just give me some time to heal up."
"My time is yours." Jack stated, smiling. She smiled back awkwardly and went back to her meal, wondering why he wasn't angry with her after the way she'd spoken to him.
* * *
After they finished eating, Jack helped -- okay, carried -- Celeste out to the end of the ship to get some fresh air.
"You'll be alrigh' standin'?" Jack asked her.
The sky was a dreary gray and clouds covered the sky. Celeste breathed in the cool, crisp air. Rain drops started to fall gracefully and made small dents in the Caribbean Sea.
"Maybe I should get you inside..." Jack suggested.
"Wait." Celeste stopped him. "I love the rain. Just a moment longer? Please?" she looked up at him with big pleading eyes.
"Alrigh', love." he said with a smile. "Whatever you want." Celeste returned her gaze to the rippling ocean. She shivered.
"It's a little chilly." she said, rubbing her arms.
"'ere." Jack took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"Oh, thanks." she told him, still a little uneasy.
'So... is this how I feel...?' Celeste thought. 'I suppose... I don't know... I guess I'll just go with it... wing it... I'll know when it comes out of my mouth.'
* * *
After a few minutes, Jack carried Celeste back to her room, they stood in the doorway.
"Oh, here..." Celeste started to take off the jacket he'd lent her and hand it to him.
"'old onto it for a while, darling." Jack said. "You need it more than I, savvy?"
"Savvy." she replied, smiling. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I just--"
"It's alrigh'. I understand." he said sincerely.
"Thank you." she said. He nodded and began to turn from her. "Jack." she grabbed his hand to stop him; he turned to her. "Thank you again for saving my life... Could've turned out much worse... I just... sometimes I have a problem admitting that I do need help once in a while."
"Anytime at all, darling. Glad to 'elp."
"Good night, Jack." she released his hand.
"Night, love." he left the room. Celeste watched him for a moment, then closed the door and went to bed
* * *
The next day, Celeste rested. When the sun began to set, she continued resting in her room. A beam of light leaked in from the setting sun and fell at the foot of her bed. Jack came into her room to check on her.
"Alrigh', darling?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you." she replied. After a short pause, Celeste spoke again. "Jack, I'm bored." she sighed. "There's nothing to do when you can't walk. Don't you have an old crutch around here or something so I can at least get to the dining room without you having to carry me there?"
"'fraid not, love. Sorry." Jack told her.
"Alright..." she sighed. "Anyway, we really need to find out where Santara is going."
"Actually," Jack started, "I just found out that they been keepin' one o' Santara's crew down in the jail. 'bout to 'ang 'im, I'd wager."
"What good does that do us?" Celeste asked. "There's no way he'll tell us where Santara is going."
"Well, I think 'e used to be one o' me friends." Jack contemplated. "So if I coul' convince 'im that I want to join Santara's crew, 'e migh' tell me where Santara's goin'."
"You used to be friends with that scum?!" Celeste asked, shocked.
"Er, well, you know... pirate."
Celeste sighed. "I would expect that from you..."
"I'll go down to the jail tonight after the guards fall asleep." Jack said, ignoring her remark.
"What if they don't fall asleep?" Celeste asked.
"They will. An' if they don't, I'll sneak in. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, 'member?"
"Aye, how could I forget?" Celeste said, annoyed at his carelessness.
* * *
That night, Jack snuck into the Quill Jail and met with the member of Santara's crew. He bribed him with fifty shillings to tell him where Santara was going. He told him that Santara was going to an old hideout that they used to use. An island called Isla de Sangre.
Celeste slept soundlessly in her old, yet somewhat comfortable bed in the corner of her room on the Pearl.
"Celeste!" a voice whispered softly in her ear. She stirred, but didn't wake up. "Celeste!"
"Nnn... What is it, father?" Celeste asked, half asleep.
"No, Celeste, it's Jack." Jack whispered.
"Yeah, sure, I'll tell Annie to milk the cows later..." Celeste mumbled
"Celeste, wake up!" Jack whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"And feet the chickens, I know, I know..." Celeste mumbled. "I'm not a child, Marie, don't treat me like one... Go away..."
"Celeste! Wake up! It's Jack!" he whispered and lightly nudged her.
"Mm... pineapple..."
"Celeste!" he nudged her again.
"Yes, that's nice, Wilbur..." Celeste mumbled and patted Jack's cheek.
"Celeste! Wake up! It's Jack!" he nudged her once more.
"Wh-wha...?" she mumbled, barely opened her eyes, and turned her head towards the voice. She saw Jack's face only an inch away from hers. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!" she screamed and flew back up against the wall, still in bed.
"Calm down, it's just me." Jack said quietly.
"Wh-why are you in my room?" she asked and suddenly noticed that she was in her nightclothes which consisted of a blue, low-cut, lacy gown. She snatched up the sheet and covered herself up to her chin. "How improper! Get out! Get out!"
"Wait--"
"You disgusting pirate! Get out of here! Entering a lady's room without permission! How obscene!"
"No, no, no, no, no! Look, I just wanted to tell you that I found out where Santara is goin'." Jack told her calmly, holding his hands up as if to say, 'I'm not going to hurt you!'
"O-oh?" she asked shakily.
"Aye, love." he replied. "'e's 'eaded for Isla de Sangre."
"Really?!?" Celeste exclaimed excitedly. "Great! We'll go there, then! Wait... What's Isla de Sangre?"
Jack smiled. "It's a small, fairly 'idden, ol', deserted island not too far from 'ere." he explained. "Fifty miles, maybe, 's far 's I can tell. Folks don't go near it because it was believed to be 'aunted. We used to 'ide out there."
"You used to hide out there? What do you mean?" Celeste asked.
"Before I became a full-fledged pirate, I ran 'round with Santara an' 'is crew..." Jack reluctantly told her. He was sitting on his knees by her bed.
"With Santara?!" Celeste exclaimed. "Oh, how could you?! They're evil, heartless men! How-how--"
"Pirate." Jack stated simply. "'e was a pirate an' I was lookin' to become one too. But... I don't run with 'em anymore, so everything's savvy."
Celeste sighed. "Pirates." she snorted. She was still clinging to her sheet for dear life.
"Okay, great!" Jack added with resolution, ignoring her disgust.
"By the way, how did you get that information?" Celeste asked curiously.
"I gave the pirate fifty shillin's for telln' me." he told her.
"Oh. Well, I can pay you back for that if--"
"No." Jack interrupted. "It's alright. You're worth more 'n' 'at an' I ain't out to take your money." He stood up and headed to the doorway. "So, I'll inform the crew tomorrow of where we're goin'. If they're not already all awake thanks to your screamin'." he joked.
"Thanks, Jack."
"Anytime, love. We' square." with that, he turned, left the room, and shut the door behind him.
'Wow.' Celeste thought as she lied comfortably back down into bed. 'I guess he came to his senses about what is right -- as much as a pirate can -- since those things he said back at the pub...' she gazed out the window at the dark blue sky. 'Maybe he's not such a bad guy...'
Just then, Jack came back into her room; she quickly snatched up the sheet again.
"By the way," he started with a smirk, "blue's me favorite color." He smirked again and left the room.
"Ugh!" Celeste huffed, insulted.
'Or maybe he is!' she thought, pouting. 'Pirates. Disgusting gits.'
Haha! That last part never ceases to make me laugh! Behold the power of pirates! Hope you liked that chapter! By the way, as I said, I've already finished this fic! I just need to post it! I've already started on a sequel (which my friends seem to like better than this one)! I don't have a title yet, and I'm far from done, but who knows what Christmas vacation will bring! I don't want to go back to school! Junior year is a nightmare! Help! Don't make me go! No! No! Ah, well, what can you do? If you want to be a writer, you've got to get an education! Bah! Oops! I've rambled long enough! Farewell! And please review!
Chapter 7: Complication and Information
Arr!" Audra burst into Celeste's room about ten minutes later. She was wearing a black eye patch. "Eat up, me hearties, yo ho!"
"That's drink up me hearties, yo ho." Celeste corrected monotonously. She was reclining on her bed with her arms folded behind her head.
"Yeah, that!" Audra added excitedly. "Wow! I'm going to be a real pirate! Shudder me buckles!"
"That's shiver me timbers."
"Yeah! I'm so happy! This sounds so fun!" Audra exclaimed.
"Yeah, me too..."
"What's wrong?" Audra asked. Celeste started to tell her what happened, but then realized: what's the use?
"Nothing's wrong." Celeste lied.
"You don't act like nothing's wrong." Audra pressed, sitting at the foot of Celeste's bed.
"I just go my leg sliced open, am I supposed to be joyous?" Celeste replied bitterly.
"I-I'm sorry, I just... I know you better than that, and I -- well -- never mind..." Audra knew Celeste was not the type to sulk over physical pain.
"Take that ridiculous eye patch off. That's such a pirate stereotype." Celeste said, smiling. Audra obeyed, though; she didn't want to offend any of the crew. "I'm hungry." Celeste stated.
"Oh, okay, I'll get Jack to come and--"
"No." Celeste interrupted. "I can get there myself." she heaved herself up onto one foot. She gently set down her wounded leg in an attempt to limp, but... "OW!" she cried.
"You'll kill yourself!" Audra scolded. "I'll go get Jack and--"
"No. I don't need Jack's help." she firmly stated. "What do you think I am?" Celeste asked defensively. "I am a pirate." she tried to limp again. "Yo h-OW!" Audra looked at her as if to say, 'see, you need help.'
"I'll hop." Celeste insisted and she started off out into the hall and up the stair. The stairs were going to be a challenge. She attempted to climb them, but... not a chance. She decided to try and crawl up them instead. Suddenly, Audra dashed past her.
"Stop!" Celeste yelled. "Don't you dare! You will not get Jack! Stop! Come back here!" Celeste struggled to hurry and inch up the stairs. She would sit on one step and hoist herself up to the next with her good leg. At this speed, she should reach the dining room in about... oh, say... twenty-five years. She heard the door at the top of the stairs open and someone descending them.
"Need 'elp, love?" Jack asked, walking to where she was on the stairs.
"No. No, I got it." she replied.
"'eaded for the dining room?" he asked, watching her inch up the stairs.
"Yes." she kept inching; one step at a time.
"You'll starve before you get there." Jack chuckled. And, regardless of what she had said, he picked her up and carried her into the dining room and set her in a chair.
"Well, er, thanks." Celeste told him, a bit embarrassed. Audra and Angelina were sitting and eating already.
"Don' want you to starve on me, savvy?" Jack said, smiling. He sat down.
"I suppose not." Celeste replied, picking up a fork, jabbing a piece of roast, and setting it on her plate. She cut it and put a piece in her mouth.
"So, are ya okay?" Angelina asked.
"Yf, mm fn." Celeste replied, her mouth full. She swallowed abruptly, knowing how ill-mannered it was to speak with her mouth full. "Er, excuse me, my mind was elsewhere... Yes, I'm okay. I'm not dead."
"Excuse me for a moment." Jack told them. "I must check on something. "He got up and left the dining room.
"Audra, you fink!" Celeste badgered. "I told you not to--"
"But you would've starved!" Audra reasoned.
"Ugh!" Celeste scoffed. "That's not the point..."
A moment later, Jack walked back into the room.
"So," Jack began, "we'll be stayin' 'ere a while, I wager, aye?"
"Yes, I suppose." Celeste sighed. "But I won't be hurt forever! Just give me some time to heal up."
"My time is yours." Jack stated, smiling. She smiled back awkwardly and went back to her meal, wondering why he wasn't angry with her after the way she'd spoken to him.
* * *
After they finished eating, Jack helped -- okay, carried -- Celeste out to the end of the ship to get some fresh air.
"You'll be alrigh' standin'?" Jack asked her.
The sky was a dreary gray and clouds covered the sky. Celeste breathed in the cool, crisp air. Rain drops started to fall gracefully and made small dents in the Caribbean Sea.
"Maybe I should get you inside..." Jack suggested.
"Wait." Celeste stopped him. "I love the rain. Just a moment longer? Please?" she looked up at him with big pleading eyes.
"Alrigh', love." he said with a smile. "Whatever you want." Celeste returned her gaze to the rippling ocean. She shivered.
"It's a little chilly." she said, rubbing her arms.
"'ere." Jack took off his jacket and put it around her shoulders.
"Oh, thanks." she told him, still a little uneasy.
'So... is this how I feel...?' Celeste thought. 'I suppose... I don't know... I guess I'll just go with it... wing it... I'll know when it comes out of my mouth.'
* * *
After a few minutes, Jack carried Celeste back to her room, they stood in the doorway.
"Oh, here..." Celeste started to take off the jacket he'd lent her and hand it to him.
"'old onto it for a while, darling." Jack said. "You need it more than I, savvy?"
"Savvy." she replied, smiling. "I'm sorry about yesterday, I just--"
"It's alrigh'. I understand." he said sincerely.
"Thank you." she said. He nodded and began to turn from her. "Jack." she grabbed his hand to stop him; he turned to her. "Thank you again for saving my life... Could've turned out much worse... I just... sometimes I have a problem admitting that I do need help once in a while."
"Anytime at all, darling. Glad to 'elp."
"Good night, Jack." she released his hand.
"Night, love." he left the room. Celeste watched him for a moment, then closed the door and went to bed
* * *
The next day, Celeste rested. When the sun began to set, she continued resting in her room. A beam of light leaked in from the setting sun and fell at the foot of her bed. Jack came into her room to check on her.
"Alrigh', darling?" he asked.
"Yes, thank you." she replied. After a short pause, Celeste spoke again. "Jack, I'm bored." she sighed. "There's nothing to do when you can't walk. Don't you have an old crutch around here or something so I can at least get to the dining room without you having to carry me there?"
"'fraid not, love. Sorry." Jack told her.
"Alright..." she sighed. "Anyway, we really need to find out where Santara is going."
"Actually," Jack started, "I just found out that they been keepin' one o' Santara's crew down in the jail. 'bout to 'ang 'im, I'd wager."
"What good does that do us?" Celeste asked. "There's no way he'll tell us where Santara is going."
"Well, I think 'e used to be one o' me friends." Jack contemplated. "So if I coul' convince 'im that I want to join Santara's crew, 'e migh' tell me where Santara's goin'."
"You used to be friends with that scum?!" Celeste asked, shocked.
"Er, well, you know... pirate."
Celeste sighed. "I would expect that from you..."
"I'll go down to the jail tonight after the guards fall asleep." Jack said, ignoring her remark.
"What if they don't fall asleep?" Celeste asked.
"They will. An' if they don't, I'll sneak in. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, 'member?"
"Aye, how could I forget?" Celeste said, annoyed at his carelessness.
* * *
That night, Jack snuck into the Quill Jail and met with the member of Santara's crew. He bribed him with fifty shillings to tell him where Santara was going. He told him that Santara was going to an old hideout that they used to use. An island called Isla de Sangre.
Celeste slept soundlessly in her old, yet somewhat comfortable bed in the corner of her room on the Pearl.
"Celeste!" a voice whispered softly in her ear. She stirred, but didn't wake up. "Celeste!"
"Nnn... What is it, father?" Celeste asked, half asleep.
"No, Celeste, it's Jack." Jack whispered.
"Yeah, sure, I'll tell Annie to milk the cows later..." Celeste mumbled
"Celeste, wake up!" Jack whispered, not wanting to startle her.
"And feet the chickens, I know, I know..." Celeste mumbled. "I'm not a child, Marie, don't treat me like one... Go away..."
"Celeste! Wake up! It's Jack!" he whispered and lightly nudged her.
"Mm... pineapple..."
"Celeste!" he nudged her again.
"Yes, that's nice, Wilbur..." Celeste mumbled and patted Jack's cheek.
"Celeste! Wake up! It's Jack!" he nudged her once more.
"Wh-wha...?" she mumbled, barely opened her eyes, and turned her head towards the voice. She saw Jack's face only an inch away from hers. "AAAAHHHHHH!!!" she screamed and flew back up against the wall, still in bed.
"Calm down, it's just me." Jack said quietly.
"Wh-why are you in my room?" she asked and suddenly noticed that she was in her nightclothes which consisted of a blue, low-cut, lacy gown. She snatched up the sheet and covered herself up to her chin. "How improper! Get out! Get out!"
"Wait--"
"You disgusting pirate! Get out of here! Entering a lady's room without permission! How obscene!"
"No, no, no, no, no! Look, I just wanted to tell you that I found out where Santara is goin'." Jack told her calmly, holding his hands up as if to say, 'I'm not going to hurt you!'
"O-oh?" she asked shakily.
"Aye, love." he replied. "'e's 'eaded for Isla de Sangre."
"Really?!?" Celeste exclaimed excitedly. "Great! We'll go there, then! Wait... What's Isla de Sangre?"
Jack smiled. "It's a small, fairly 'idden, ol', deserted island not too far from 'ere." he explained. "Fifty miles, maybe, 's far 's I can tell. Folks don't go near it because it was believed to be 'aunted. We used to 'ide out there."
"You used to hide out there? What do you mean?" Celeste asked.
"Before I became a full-fledged pirate, I ran 'round with Santara an' 'is crew..." Jack reluctantly told her. He was sitting on his knees by her bed.
"With Santara?!" Celeste exclaimed. "Oh, how could you?! They're evil, heartless men! How-how--"
"Pirate." Jack stated simply. "'e was a pirate an' I was lookin' to become one too. But... I don't run with 'em anymore, so everything's savvy."
Celeste sighed. "Pirates." she snorted. She was still clinging to her sheet for dear life.
"Okay, great!" Jack added with resolution, ignoring her disgust.
"By the way, how did you get that information?" Celeste asked curiously.
"I gave the pirate fifty shillin's for telln' me." he told her.
"Oh. Well, I can pay you back for that if--"
"No." Jack interrupted. "It's alright. You're worth more 'n' 'at an' I ain't out to take your money." He stood up and headed to the doorway. "So, I'll inform the crew tomorrow of where we're goin'. If they're not already all awake thanks to your screamin'." he joked.
"Thanks, Jack."
"Anytime, love. We' square." with that, he turned, left the room, and shut the door behind him.
'Wow.' Celeste thought as she lied comfortably back down into bed. 'I guess he came to his senses about what is right -- as much as a pirate can -- since those things he said back at the pub...' she gazed out the window at the dark blue sky. 'Maybe he's not such a bad guy...'
Just then, Jack came back into her room; she quickly snatched up the sheet again.
"By the way," he started with a smirk, "blue's me favorite color." He smirked again and left the room.
"Ugh!" Celeste huffed, insulted.
'Or maybe he is!' she thought, pouting. 'Pirates. Disgusting gits.'
Haha! That last part never ceases to make me laugh! Behold the power of pirates! Hope you liked that chapter! By the way, as I said, I've already finished this fic! I just need to post it! I've already started on a sequel (which my friends seem to like better than this one)! I don't have a title yet, and I'm far from done, but who knows what Christmas vacation will bring! I don't want to go back to school! Junior year is a nightmare! Help! Don't make me go! No! No! Ah, well, what can you do? If you want to be a writer, you've got to get an education! Bah! Oops! I've rambled long enough! Farewell! And please review!