Yesh, I know, I haven't updated in like, forever, so please welcome the
next chapter in my wonderful story. SO THERE CANDIE!!!!!
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Chapter Two: A Meeting of Friends
- - - "Capitaine! Plus visiteurs! Que ferons-nous avec eux cette fois? Pouvons- nous les lancer par-dessus le conseil?"
Cel looked at Jen. "They speak French! How well civilized they are!"
"Uh, don't think about dating the Captain just yet, Cel, because we are going to be sold at a slave market."
"How do you know?"
"Those!" She pointed at the mate, coming towards them with irons.
"Enfer sanglant!" cried Cel, cringing behind Jen, who tried to cringe behind Cel, but was forced in front.
And so, our brave heroines are carted off to a slave market.
"Deux belles jeunes femmes, prêtes à faire n'importe quoi vous voulez qu'ils ait fait. Ils seront de beaux serviteurs de maisons, dans plus de façons alors celui!" Cried the auctioneer as both Cel and Jen were forsed to stand up infront of the croud, which roared with laughter at whatever has just been said.
"I wish we knew what he was saying." Mutter Jen out of the corner of her mouth.
"I should, but I've forgotten what he said!"
"100 gold!" cried a voice that made Cel and Jen look up.
"L'homme ne sait pas la vraie valeur! L'amende, je vous donnerai ces articles d'amende pour 100 en or. L'or solide, vous a des objections."
Cel and Jen where hurried along to the oddly familer man waiting for them.
"Oh, please, NO!" cried Jen, all to aware of what, complications this was going to have on her friend.
"Johnny Depp?!" Gasped, Cel, her mouth dropping down, blissfully unaware of Jen rolling her eyes. "Nay, love, its Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."
"I knew it! You've come to save us!" screamed Cel, and jumped up and down.
"Lass, is she always like this?" Asked Jack to Jen.
"Not always. Whenever she is obsessing about Johnny Depp, Mort Rainey, or you she is"
"Me?"
"Yep. I think you might have to get used to it."
- - - Kat: There, happy? :P Not very long, but it at least sets up the plot
Chapter Two: A Meeting of Friends
- - - "Capitaine! Plus visiteurs! Que ferons-nous avec eux cette fois? Pouvons- nous les lancer par-dessus le conseil?"
Cel looked at Jen. "They speak French! How well civilized they are!"
"Uh, don't think about dating the Captain just yet, Cel, because we are going to be sold at a slave market."
"How do you know?"
"Those!" She pointed at the mate, coming towards them with irons.
"Enfer sanglant!" cried Cel, cringing behind Jen, who tried to cringe behind Cel, but was forced in front.
And so, our brave heroines are carted off to a slave market.
"Deux belles jeunes femmes, prêtes à faire n'importe quoi vous voulez qu'ils ait fait. Ils seront de beaux serviteurs de maisons, dans plus de façons alors celui!" Cried the auctioneer as both Cel and Jen were forsed to stand up infront of the croud, which roared with laughter at whatever has just been said.
"I wish we knew what he was saying." Mutter Jen out of the corner of her mouth.
"I should, but I've forgotten what he said!"
"100 gold!" cried a voice that made Cel and Jen look up.
"L'homme ne sait pas la vraie valeur! L'amende, je vous donnerai ces articles d'amende pour 100 en or. L'or solide, vous a des objections."
Cel and Jen where hurried along to the oddly familer man waiting for them.
"Oh, please, NO!" cried Jen, all to aware of what, complications this was going to have on her friend.
"Johnny Depp?!" Gasped, Cel, her mouth dropping down, blissfully unaware of Jen rolling her eyes. "Nay, love, its Sparrow. Captain Jack Sparrow."
"I knew it! You've come to save us!" screamed Cel, and jumped up and down.
"Lass, is she always like this?" Asked Jack to Jen.
"Not always. Whenever she is obsessing about Johnny Depp, Mort Rainey, or you she is"
"Me?"
"Yep. I think you might have to get used to it."
- - - Kat: There, happy? :P Not very long, but it at least sets up the plot