Disclaimer: Don't own PotC or any of its characters, but I like to pretend
that I own myself and I'm pretty sure that Jacque owns herself.for now.
*coughcoughitmustdiecoughcough*twitchy eye*
Sesshomaru: *storms into room* What are you writing?
Py: Umm. a. a history paper.
Sess: Then explain to me why THIS was this in the closet? *holds up small black blob that's gnawing on a shoe*
Py: Umm. I'm doing a science project?
Sess: *growls* _
Py: Ok, so I'm writing a fic.
Sess: Not another one. *blob begins gnawing on his shirt* Well, what are we supposed to do with this thing?
Py: I don't know, I stashed it in the closet for a reason- he's your problem now.
Sess: *death glare(* what am I supposed to do with another one of your plot holes? You do realize that it's after you and your fic.
Py: Oh yeah, my fic. *inches away from snapping plot hole* I know! Let's tie it to an anchor, lock it in a metal box, and drop it down into the ocean!
Sess: How original.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 4:waiting for the opportune moment
"Mornin' mates." You cheerfully greet the captured pirates in the cell next to you. "Seems as if Port Royal doesn't take too kindly to visitors such as ourselves."
"Bloody mornin'." One of the pirates says with a sneer. "We're goin' to dance with jack catch* an' you're talkin' about what a bloody mornin' it is."
"What are ye talkin' about?" The pirate next to him asks. "She's no pirate. The lass is probably just here for stealin' a loaf of bread."
"Aye," Another pirate agrees. " Probably a low-class doxy who."
Becoming increasing tired of being ignored by a bunch of ignorant pirates discussing your character in front of you, you saunter closer to the bars and beckon for the pirates to come closer. When their faces are within an inch of the bar you pull up your right sleeve and scream in their faces,
"I'm no bloody doxie you bilge-sucking idiots!" Yup, you weren't called a " bloody ruthless harpy" for nothing.
Needless to say, the men remain relatively quiet for the duration of the day.
Jacque slowly walks to the edge of the fort, focusing on her breathing until she is able to lean against the wall. Feeling a serious need for space, she follows the wall to the main gate, where she finds Norrington has dragged Elizabeth.
"May I have a moment." He begins.
Something sparks in the back of her mind and Jacque begins to briskly walk down to the docks. She passes through the town, ignoring the stares she's getting in her extremely elaborate pale pink dress. She arrives at the edge of the docks just in time to see a blurry shape, which she assumes is Elizabeth, fall off the battlement. Running up to the edge of the dock where two rather incompetent soldiers she recognizes as Murtogg and Mullroy stand, gawking like fish.
"Well," Jack calls as he hauls Elizabeth to the dock. "Help me get her up."
Murtogg grabs Elizabeth and hoists her onto the dock as Jack pulls himself onto the dock.
"She's not breathing!" Murtogg yells and looks around in a panic.
"It's the blasted corset!" Jacque yells at Jack, who has already begun to cut it open.
"Never would have thought of that." Mullroy casually comments as Elizabeth gasps for breath.
"Clearly you've never been to Singapore." Jack says, standing up while Jacque helps Elizabeth sit up as she coughs up water.
Jack, being the extremely observant scoundrel that he is, happens to notice a glisten of gold from a chain around Elizabeth's neck. Taking a closer look as Jacque helps Elizabeth to stand, his eyes widen as he sees a very familiar medallion dangling from the chain.
"Where did you get that?" He asks, seemingly memorized by the medallion.
"On your feet!" A voice commands as Jacque and Elizabeth look up to find Norrington's new sword pressed against Jack's throat.
"Oh, Elizabeth!" The Governor cries as he rushes over to where Jacque and Elizabeth are standing. "Are you all right? You look dreadful."
"Yes I'm fine." Elizabeth states, seemingly in a bit of a daze.
"Well then," The Governor says, turning to glare at Jack. " Shoot him!"
"Governor Swann! Commodore!" Jacque yells, outraged as she elbows Elizabeth, snapping her our of her revere.
"Yes," Elizabeth says firmly. "Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?"
"I believe that thanks are in order." The Commodore says, holding his hand out in gratitude.
Jack smirks confidently and grasps Norrington's hand, his eyes widening slightly as his carefree facade slips for a moment when Norrington roughly grabs his wrist and pulls up his shirtsleeve.
"Ah, had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?" He says arrogantly.
"Hang him." The Governor declares.
"Keep your guns on him, men." Norrington instructs. "Gillette, fetch some irons."
"Yes sir." Gillette hurries off.
Looking back down at Jack's arm, Norrington notices the tattoo of a black sparrow flying over the ocean.
"Well, well." He says in a haughty voice. " Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." Jack interjects.
"Well, I don't see your ship." Norrington comments.
"I'm in the market, as it were." Jack responds casually.
"He said he'd come to commandeer one." Murtogg 'helpfully' comments.
"Told 'ya he was tellin' the truth." Mullroy mutters to his partner before turning to Norrington and handing him Jack's effects. "These are his, sir."
Examining Jack's effects, Norrington casually comments on Jack's state.
"No additional shots nor powder, a compass that doesn't point north." He says and pulls out Jack's sword. "Hmph, and I half expected it to be made of wood. You are, without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
"But you have heard of me." Jack replies cheekily as the soldiers begin to pull him away.
"Commodore I really must protest." Jacque states defiantly.
"Yes," Elizabeth agrees and steps foreword. "Pirate or not this man saved my life."
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man from a life of wickedness." Norrington states firmly.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." Jack mutters, noticing that Jacque removed her left shoe and placed it directly behind Gillette's foot.
"Indeed." Norrington says, glaring at Jack.
Quickly, Jack pushes against Gillette, who looses his balance and falls into the water, and throws his irons around Elizabeth's neck.
"No! Don't shoot!" The Governor cries desperately as the soldiers raise their rifles.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." Jack teases Elizabeth. "Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat! Commodore! Elizabeth, it is Elizabeth isn't it?" Jack asks as his effects are given to Elizabeth.
"It's Miss Swann." Elizabeth hisses.
"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind. Come on dear, we don't have all day. Now, if you'd be very kind. " Jack says brashly as Elizabeth fastens his effects and puts his hat on his head. "Easy on the goods, darling."
"You're despicable." She states.
"Sticks and stones, luv. I saved your life, you saved mine, now we're square." Jack says as he looks up at the tense soldiers and steaming Norrington in front of him. " Gentlemen, Miss Swann, m'lady, You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Jack Sparrow!" He yells and pushes Elizabeth into to soldiers.
"Now will you shoot him?" The Governor demands, his voice trembling with rage.
"Open fire!" Norrington yells as he watches Jack swing around in circles on a lift. "On his heels!" He orders as Jack slides down a rope to the ground and takes off running toward the town. "Gillette," He says menacingly. "Mr. Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it."
You turn your head as the sound of footsteps clangs down the stairs. You look up to watch the guard struggle to drag what looks to be an unconscious man down the stairs. Really a comical sight, especially when this particular guard misses the fifth stair entirely. After standing up, the guard grabs the man's arm and lugs him to the cells, where he stands, debating which cell to put his prisoner into.
"Ay, lad!" One of the pirates from the neighboring cell calls. "Don't put him in here- we've already got six people an' the lass just has one."
"That's because I'm far more important than any of you will ever be, ye bunch of swabs." You reply impertinently.
"Alright, that's enough!" The solider yells as he grabs the keys from a small dog. "Bloody pirates- you'll all get what's comin' to you tomorrow, so enjoy it while you can."
"Are you all right down there Smith?" A voice calls from above.
"No!" Smith yells, now on the verge of tears. "I'm being harassed by a bunch of dirty pirates and can't even get the prisoner into the damn cell!"
"I resent the dirty comment." You say as another solider walks down the stairs and lifts the pirate from off the floor, hoping that Smith will have another temper tantrum.
Instead of taking your bait, Smith unlocks your door and pulls out his pistol, keeping it trained on you as his friend drags the unconscious pirate into your cell. After he locks the door, Smith returns the keys to the dog and follows the other soldier up the stairs, mumbling something about needing a "good, strong drink."
After you hear the door shut, you glance down at your new cellmate. Turning him over, you look down on his relaxed tan face and kohl-rimmed lids. His black hair is sprawled about in messy dreadlocks woven with numerous beads and tied back with a red scarf. Mentally applauding his choice of color, your eyes scan down his neck, where his once-white shirt hangs slightly open, showing a tantalizing amount of dark, tanned skin and the beginning of a thin, white scar that strays under his shirt. Tearing your eyes away from his chest, you lightly grab his right wrist. Lifting up his shirtsleeve, you see the familiar pirate P carved into his wrist and the tell-tale tattoo of a sparrow flying freely over the seas.
"So, you're Jack Sparrow." You mumble softly to yourself.
Over the last two years, you hadn't had enough time to fully rest your limbs most of the time when you were on the Tensiga, let alone think concentrate on what the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean looked like. Your eyes widen as you realize that the entire film is slightly hazy in your mind. You vaguely know what's going on, but can't predict what happens. Oh no, this is not good. You know that you'd never be able to pass up an adventure like this, but you also know that Jacque's bound to accompany Lizzy on her little excursion on the Black Pearl. You, at least, have some experience with fighting for your life and generally living your life by the day. Your thoughts are interrupted by a groan from the floor.
"Finally decided to grace us with your presence, Captain Sparrow?" You comment as Jack rubs his head and sits up, looking up at you with dazed, deep brown eyes.
"Hello, luv." He says in a dazed voice. " Since you seem to know my name, who might you be."
You tell him your name and he nods.
"Well," He says, settling himself against the wall of the cell. "Looks as if we're stuck here for now, luv." He looks at you for a moment before continuing. " I've never been to Port Royal before, but I assumed that this jail was solely for scallywags such as myself."
"It is." You state simply, turning to look out the small, fist-sized excuse for a window, not wanting to face all the annoying questions that he was bound to ask.
"Is that so." Jack absentmindedly rubs his beard for a moment before flashing you a smile. " Well then, it seems as if we're stuck here for a while, at least until I come up with a brilliant plan of escape."
"You're so sure of yourself then?" You ask with a bemused smile as you sit down next to him. "Was getting captured by a bunch of inept soldiers a part of your brilliant plan as well?"
"For the record," Jack looks up at you. "My escape from the custody of our dear Commodore went exactly as planned."
"Let me guess," You say, racking your brain and guessing that Will had something to do with it. "Were you challenged to a swordfight by a common citizen and bested?"
"No." Jack says with conviction as he gives you a confused look at your insight. "I was the one who bested him, I just didn't anticipate a drunk old man to wake up and drop his whiskey bottle on my head."
You laugh for a moment before wrinkling your nose in disgust. "Whiskey? What kind of a man chooses whiskey over rum?!?" You ask in an outraged voice and Jack clasps his hand on your shoulder.
"Too true, luv, too true."
You sit in silence for a moment before turning to look at Jack.
"Formulated your brilliant plan yet?"
"I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow, luv, I always have a plan." He proclaims confidently. "Now, we just have to wait for an opportune moment."
* to dance with jack catch is to be hanged*
Py: Ok, sorry about not getting to the Pearl this chapter, but I've gotta go outta town this weekend so I can't write more. I'll try to update by next Saturday.
Random Notes:
- Ok, Sesshomaru, Jacken, and the Tensiga are from InuYasha. As of right now, Cryptic Storm and Purple Stain answered correctly- so I need them to respond to a few questions I asked them in my review responses so I can put them in the story.
- Jacque, which is short for Jacqueline, is pronounced just like Jackie.
- Ok, Sesshomaru will now be appearing in the author's notes, so I thought I'd better explain:
I have a Sesshomaru clone who lives in my attic. You get there from the roof of my closet. I was given a one-time use cloning machine by a fellow author and cloned Sess. He lives in his newly furnished attic with illegal internet access, cable TV, and a Jacuzzi.
For those of you who don't know who Sesshomaru is, he's a character in Inuyasha, is about 6'3, has ankle length silvery white hair, two red stripe tattoos on both of his cheeks, and a crescent moon tattooed to his forehead. ^.^ Strange, I know.
Review Responses:
QueenofCurls: You'd better review this one too, JACQUE!!!!!I feel so loved! You know, it's your own fault that you're sick and you knew it was going to happen. I'm going to end my commentary on that subject here so that I don't begin an angry tirade.
Cryptic Storm: YAY! You figured it out! Ok, I need you to answer the following questions in your next review, or e-mail it to me but mention something about this fic in the title. Ok: Can I have a basic description of what you wanna look like (i.e. hair color, wearing a dress/pants, basic attitude if you came face to face with Jack Sparrow and Will Turner.) and I would like to know what you'd prefer to be if you lived in Tortuga, (i.e. One of Jack's "acquaintances" such as Scarlett, a pirate, a barmaid, a goat, I don't know- I'll try and make you whatever you want to be) Oh, and by the way, I hope the pronunciation above helps.
Purple Stain: Koodos to you! You ran away with Shippo? You're gonna have to elaborate on this for me ^.^ Anywys, can you answer the following questions by either review or e-mail- but mention this fic in the title if it's an e- mail. Can I have a basic description of what you wanna look like (i.e. hair color, wearing a dress/pants, basic attitude if you came face to face with Jack Sparrow and Will Turner.) and I would like to know what you'd prefer to be if you lived in Tortuga, (i.e. One of Jack's "acquaintances" such as Scarlett, a pirate, a barmaid, a goat, I don't know- I'll try and make you whatever you want to be)
CastlesInTheAir: Ok, I'm sorry about the confusion between "our" pov and Jacque's. I'll try and separate the changes in pov by ~~~~ from now on. Don't worry about not knowin' about anime- I'll probably have at least one other appear-in-the-story contest ^.~
Sorry about not responding to everyone's reviews, but my e-mail's not receiving a bunch of them-I fixed it, but, for now, I'm only gonna respond to the reviews that ask me questions 'cause I'm really tired and want to go to sleep.
Next Chappie: Ok, last time I lied, we'll really get to see the Pearl!!!!
Please Review! I really want to know what you guys think, and all suggestions are welcome 'cause I haven't the slightest idea where this fic is going!
*Pyrite*
Sesshomaru: *storms into room* What are you writing?
Py: Umm. a. a history paper.
Sess: Then explain to me why THIS was this in the closet? *holds up small black blob that's gnawing on a shoe*
Py: Umm. I'm doing a science project?
Sess: *growls* _
Py: Ok, so I'm writing a fic.
Sess: Not another one. *blob begins gnawing on his shirt* Well, what are we supposed to do with this thing?
Py: I don't know, I stashed it in the closet for a reason- he's your problem now.
Sess: *death glare(* what am I supposed to do with another one of your plot holes? You do realize that it's after you and your fic.
Py: Oh yeah, my fic. *inches away from snapping plot hole* I know! Let's tie it to an anchor, lock it in a metal box, and drop it down into the ocean!
Sess: How original.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 4:waiting for the opportune moment
"Mornin' mates." You cheerfully greet the captured pirates in the cell next to you. "Seems as if Port Royal doesn't take too kindly to visitors such as ourselves."
"Bloody mornin'." One of the pirates says with a sneer. "We're goin' to dance with jack catch* an' you're talkin' about what a bloody mornin' it is."
"What are ye talkin' about?" The pirate next to him asks. "She's no pirate. The lass is probably just here for stealin' a loaf of bread."
"Aye," Another pirate agrees. " Probably a low-class doxy who."
Becoming increasing tired of being ignored by a bunch of ignorant pirates discussing your character in front of you, you saunter closer to the bars and beckon for the pirates to come closer. When their faces are within an inch of the bar you pull up your right sleeve and scream in their faces,
"I'm no bloody doxie you bilge-sucking idiots!" Yup, you weren't called a " bloody ruthless harpy" for nothing.
Needless to say, the men remain relatively quiet for the duration of the day.
Jacque slowly walks to the edge of the fort, focusing on her breathing until she is able to lean against the wall. Feeling a serious need for space, she follows the wall to the main gate, where she finds Norrington has dragged Elizabeth.
"May I have a moment." He begins.
Something sparks in the back of her mind and Jacque begins to briskly walk down to the docks. She passes through the town, ignoring the stares she's getting in her extremely elaborate pale pink dress. She arrives at the edge of the docks just in time to see a blurry shape, which she assumes is Elizabeth, fall off the battlement. Running up to the edge of the dock where two rather incompetent soldiers she recognizes as Murtogg and Mullroy stand, gawking like fish.
"Well," Jack calls as he hauls Elizabeth to the dock. "Help me get her up."
Murtogg grabs Elizabeth and hoists her onto the dock as Jack pulls himself onto the dock.
"She's not breathing!" Murtogg yells and looks around in a panic.
"It's the blasted corset!" Jacque yells at Jack, who has already begun to cut it open.
"Never would have thought of that." Mullroy casually comments as Elizabeth gasps for breath.
"Clearly you've never been to Singapore." Jack says, standing up while Jacque helps Elizabeth sit up as she coughs up water.
Jack, being the extremely observant scoundrel that he is, happens to notice a glisten of gold from a chain around Elizabeth's neck. Taking a closer look as Jacque helps Elizabeth to stand, his eyes widen as he sees a very familiar medallion dangling from the chain.
"Where did you get that?" He asks, seemingly memorized by the medallion.
"On your feet!" A voice commands as Jacque and Elizabeth look up to find Norrington's new sword pressed against Jack's throat.
"Oh, Elizabeth!" The Governor cries as he rushes over to where Jacque and Elizabeth are standing. "Are you all right? You look dreadful."
"Yes I'm fine." Elizabeth states, seemingly in a bit of a daze.
"Well then," The Governor says, turning to glare at Jack. " Shoot him!"
"Governor Swann! Commodore!" Jacque yells, outraged as she elbows Elizabeth, snapping her our of her revere.
"Yes," Elizabeth says firmly. "Do you really intend to kill my rescuer?"
"I believe that thanks are in order." The Commodore says, holding his hand out in gratitude.
Jack smirks confidently and grasps Norrington's hand, his eyes widening slightly as his carefree facade slips for a moment when Norrington roughly grabs his wrist and pulls up his shirtsleeve.
"Ah, had a brush with the East India Trading Company, did we, pirate?" He says arrogantly.
"Hang him." The Governor declares.
"Keep your guns on him, men." Norrington instructs. "Gillette, fetch some irons."
"Yes sir." Gillette hurries off.
Looking back down at Jack's arm, Norrington notices the tattoo of a black sparrow flying over the ocean.
"Well, well." He says in a haughty voice. " Jack Sparrow, isn't it?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." Jack interjects.
"Well, I don't see your ship." Norrington comments.
"I'm in the market, as it were." Jack responds casually.
"He said he'd come to commandeer one." Murtogg 'helpfully' comments.
"Told 'ya he was tellin' the truth." Mullroy mutters to his partner before turning to Norrington and handing him Jack's effects. "These are his, sir."
Examining Jack's effects, Norrington casually comments on Jack's state.
"No additional shots nor powder, a compass that doesn't point north." He says and pulls out Jack's sword. "Hmph, and I half expected it to be made of wood. You are, without a doubt, the worst pirate I've ever heard of."
"But you have heard of me." Jack replies cheekily as the soldiers begin to pull him away.
"Commodore I really must protest." Jacque states defiantly.
"Yes," Elizabeth agrees and steps foreword. "Pirate or not this man saved my life."
"One good deed is not enough to redeem a man from a life of wickedness." Norrington states firmly.
"Though it seems enough to condemn him." Jack mutters, noticing that Jacque removed her left shoe and placed it directly behind Gillette's foot.
"Indeed." Norrington says, glaring at Jack.
Quickly, Jack pushes against Gillette, who looses his balance and falls into the water, and throws his irons around Elizabeth's neck.
"No! Don't shoot!" The Governor cries desperately as the soldiers raise their rifles.
"I knew you'd warm up to me." Jack teases Elizabeth. "Commodore Norrington, my effects, please, and my hat! Commodore! Elizabeth, it is Elizabeth isn't it?" Jack asks as his effects are given to Elizabeth.
"It's Miss Swann." Elizabeth hisses.
"Miss Swann, if you'd be so kind. Come on dear, we don't have all day. Now, if you'd be very kind. " Jack says brashly as Elizabeth fastens his effects and puts his hat on his head. "Easy on the goods, darling."
"You're despicable." She states.
"Sticks and stones, luv. I saved your life, you saved mine, now we're square." Jack says as he looks up at the tense soldiers and steaming Norrington in front of him. " Gentlemen, Miss Swann, m'lady, You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Jack Sparrow!" He yells and pushes Elizabeth into to soldiers.
"Now will you shoot him?" The Governor demands, his voice trembling with rage.
"Open fire!" Norrington yells as he watches Jack swing around in circles on a lift. "On his heels!" He orders as Jack slides down a rope to the ground and takes off running toward the town. "Gillette," He says menacingly. "Mr. Sparrow has a dawn appointment with the gallows. I would hate for him to miss it."
You turn your head as the sound of footsteps clangs down the stairs. You look up to watch the guard struggle to drag what looks to be an unconscious man down the stairs. Really a comical sight, especially when this particular guard misses the fifth stair entirely. After standing up, the guard grabs the man's arm and lugs him to the cells, where he stands, debating which cell to put his prisoner into.
"Ay, lad!" One of the pirates from the neighboring cell calls. "Don't put him in here- we've already got six people an' the lass just has one."
"That's because I'm far more important than any of you will ever be, ye bunch of swabs." You reply impertinently.
"Alright, that's enough!" The solider yells as he grabs the keys from a small dog. "Bloody pirates- you'll all get what's comin' to you tomorrow, so enjoy it while you can."
"Are you all right down there Smith?" A voice calls from above.
"No!" Smith yells, now on the verge of tears. "I'm being harassed by a bunch of dirty pirates and can't even get the prisoner into the damn cell!"
"I resent the dirty comment." You say as another solider walks down the stairs and lifts the pirate from off the floor, hoping that Smith will have another temper tantrum.
Instead of taking your bait, Smith unlocks your door and pulls out his pistol, keeping it trained on you as his friend drags the unconscious pirate into your cell. After he locks the door, Smith returns the keys to the dog and follows the other soldier up the stairs, mumbling something about needing a "good, strong drink."
After you hear the door shut, you glance down at your new cellmate. Turning him over, you look down on his relaxed tan face and kohl-rimmed lids. His black hair is sprawled about in messy dreadlocks woven with numerous beads and tied back with a red scarf. Mentally applauding his choice of color, your eyes scan down his neck, where his once-white shirt hangs slightly open, showing a tantalizing amount of dark, tanned skin and the beginning of a thin, white scar that strays under his shirt. Tearing your eyes away from his chest, you lightly grab his right wrist. Lifting up his shirtsleeve, you see the familiar pirate P carved into his wrist and the tell-tale tattoo of a sparrow flying freely over the seas.
"So, you're Jack Sparrow." You mumble softly to yourself.
Over the last two years, you hadn't had enough time to fully rest your limbs most of the time when you were on the Tensiga, let alone think concentrate on what the characters from Pirates of the Caribbean looked like. Your eyes widen as you realize that the entire film is slightly hazy in your mind. You vaguely know what's going on, but can't predict what happens. Oh no, this is not good. You know that you'd never be able to pass up an adventure like this, but you also know that Jacque's bound to accompany Lizzy on her little excursion on the Black Pearl. You, at least, have some experience with fighting for your life and generally living your life by the day. Your thoughts are interrupted by a groan from the floor.
"Finally decided to grace us with your presence, Captain Sparrow?" You comment as Jack rubs his head and sits up, looking up at you with dazed, deep brown eyes.
"Hello, luv." He says in a dazed voice. " Since you seem to know my name, who might you be."
You tell him your name and he nods.
"Well," He says, settling himself against the wall of the cell. "Looks as if we're stuck here for now, luv." He looks at you for a moment before continuing. " I've never been to Port Royal before, but I assumed that this jail was solely for scallywags such as myself."
"It is." You state simply, turning to look out the small, fist-sized excuse for a window, not wanting to face all the annoying questions that he was bound to ask.
"Is that so." Jack absentmindedly rubs his beard for a moment before flashing you a smile. " Well then, it seems as if we're stuck here for a while, at least until I come up with a brilliant plan of escape."
"You're so sure of yourself then?" You ask with a bemused smile as you sit down next to him. "Was getting captured by a bunch of inept soldiers a part of your brilliant plan as well?"
"For the record," Jack looks up at you. "My escape from the custody of our dear Commodore went exactly as planned."
"Let me guess," You say, racking your brain and guessing that Will had something to do with it. "Were you challenged to a swordfight by a common citizen and bested?"
"No." Jack says with conviction as he gives you a confused look at your insight. "I was the one who bested him, I just didn't anticipate a drunk old man to wake up and drop his whiskey bottle on my head."
You laugh for a moment before wrinkling your nose in disgust. "Whiskey? What kind of a man chooses whiskey over rum?!?" You ask in an outraged voice and Jack clasps his hand on your shoulder.
"Too true, luv, too true."
You sit in silence for a moment before turning to look at Jack.
"Formulated your brilliant plan yet?"
"I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow, luv, I always have a plan." He proclaims confidently. "Now, we just have to wait for an opportune moment."
* to dance with jack catch is to be hanged*
Py: Ok, sorry about not getting to the Pearl this chapter, but I've gotta go outta town this weekend so I can't write more. I'll try to update by next Saturday.
Random Notes:
- Ok, Sesshomaru, Jacken, and the Tensiga are from InuYasha. As of right now, Cryptic Storm and Purple Stain answered correctly- so I need them to respond to a few questions I asked them in my review responses so I can put them in the story.
- Jacque, which is short for Jacqueline, is pronounced just like Jackie.
- Ok, Sesshomaru will now be appearing in the author's notes, so I thought I'd better explain:
I have a Sesshomaru clone who lives in my attic. You get there from the roof of my closet. I was given a one-time use cloning machine by a fellow author and cloned Sess. He lives in his newly furnished attic with illegal internet access, cable TV, and a Jacuzzi.
For those of you who don't know who Sesshomaru is, he's a character in Inuyasha, is about 6'3, has ankle length silvery white hair, two red stripe tattoos on both of his cheeks, and a crescent moon tattooed to his forehead. ^.^ Strange, I know.
Review Responses:
QueenofCurls: You'd better review this one too, JACQUE!!!!!I feel so loved! You know, it's your own fault that you're sick and you knew it was going to happen. I'm going to end my commentary on that subject here so that I don't begin an angry tirade.
Cryptic Storm: YAY! You figured it out! Ok, I need you to answer the following questions in your next review, or e-mail it to me but mention something about this fic in the title. Ok: Can I have a basic description of what you wanna look like (i.e. hair color, wearing a dress/pants, basic attitude if you came face to face with Jack Sparrow and Will Turner.) and I would like to know what you'd prefer to be if you lived in Tortuga, (i.e. One of Jack's "acquaintances" such as Scarlett, a pirate, a barmaid, a goat, I don't know- I'll try and make you whatever you want to be) Oh, and by the way, I hope the pronunciation above helps.
Purple Stain: Koodos to you! You ran away with Shippo? You're gonna have to elaborate on this for me ^.^ Anywys, can you answer the following questions by either review or e-mail- but mention this fic in the title if it's an e- mail. Can I have a basic description of what you wanna look like (i.e. hair color, wearing a dress/pants, basic attitude if you came face to face with Jack Sparrow and Will Turner.) and I would like to know what you'd prefer to be if you lived in Tortuga, (i.e. One of Jack's "acquaintances" such as Scarlett, a pirate, a barmaid, a goat, I don't know- I'll try and make you whatever you want to be)
CastlesInTheAir: Ok, I'm sorry about the confusion between "our" pov and Jacque's. I'll try and separate the changes in pov by ~~~~ from now on. Don't worry about not knowin' about anime- I'll probably have at least one other appear-in-the-story contest ^.~
Sorry about not responding to everyone's reviews, but my e-mail's not receiving a bunch of them-I fixed it, but, for now, I'm only gonna respond to the reviews that ask me questions 'cause I'm really tired and want to go to sleep.
Next Chappie: Ok, last time I lied, we'll really get to see the Pearl!!!!
Please Review! I really want to know what you guys think, and all suggestions are welcome 'cause I haven't the slightest idea where this fic is going!
*Pyrite*