Disclaimer:
Py: I feel so freeeeeeeeeee! *dances around room*
Sess: at least until you get your grades back.
Py: *glare* . Well.at least we can celebrate the fact that we've gone over 100 reviews! *looks at sess*
Sess: *grumbles and leaves room*
Py: You know, *tears well up in eyes* I never thought that you people would actually like this fic so much. I'm honored. To celebrate, I have two surprises for you.the first is.*drum roll sounds in background* Sess in his Cap'n Maru costume! *looks expectantly at door* Sess! Come out!
Sess: No, I don't care how many reviews you got, I refuse to parade around in this ridiculous outfit for the sole purpose of entertaining your insane reviewers.
Py: Number one, DO NOT INSULT MY REVIEWERS! *leaves room* Clang! *reenters room holding frying pan of doom* Number two, you will come out here and parade around in that extremely sexy outfit for the reviewers and I, or I will drug you and drag you out here in a fuzzy pink bunny suit, take pictures, send copies to your little brother, and blackmail you for the rest of your life. Your choice.
Sess: The things I do. *walks into room wearing black knee high Italian leather boots, a pair of nicely fitted brown suede pants, a black sash around his waist, which covers a black leather belt with his gold cutlass and pistol hanging down from, a loose white shirt with an open slit down the front showing a nice amount of his tan chest ^.^ , his hair is pulled back with a leather thong, and a three-pointed hat completes the outfit*
Py: ^_~ *swoons*
Sess: *stands silently for a moment* Aren't you going to write the chapter?
Py: Hold on. *stares for another minute* . Ok.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 11: Boredom is never a good thing
"Avoid you? Never." You say innocently as you defiantly stare at his scarred face. "Why would I want to avoid a man who greets me by positioning his cutlass against my throat?"
"I don't know what goes on in yer bizarre little mind, lass," Morriras says with a sneer. " Personally, I'd rather know what possessed ye to burn me ship."
"I was bored." You answer nonchalantly, hoping that that answer will enrage Morirras enough so that he doesn't notice your left hand slowly slipping toward your boot.
"Bored, Bored!" Morirras repeats with an wicked laugh as he moves his blade slightly, nicking the pale skin of your throat. "Well lass, it seems I'm rather bored meself. whatever shall I do?"
"If it was up to me," You say, feeling the leather of your boot under your hand. "I'd go buy myself a pint of rum 'afore approaching such a tender subject."
"Well, it's a good thing it's not up to you lass." Morirras says maliciously. "I've 'ad plenty of time to dwell on my revenge an' it seems that you're conveniently here to complete it."
With that, he slashes his cutlass in a downward motion, slicing your skin across your collarbone, smirking like a madman. You rotate away from him, making it seem as if you could not take the pain as you reach for the dagger in your boot.
"Now, we'll 'ave none of that, missy." Morirras says as his blade retreats to its former position at your neck and you drop the dagger to the ground. "I can't carry out me revenge if ye insist on escapin'."
"Too bad, then," You reply, dropping your innocent act for a cold, hard voice. "I guess you'll 'ave to reek your revenge on some other poor soul."
"Ye don't seem to be in the position to demand anything." He says as he begins to slowly trace his cutlass down your left arm, tearing your shirt and leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
"I can demand anything I want!" You yell as you lash out your leg and strike Morirras's head in a sloppy roundhouse kick; it'd been two years since you'd last done any kickboxing, you were allowed to be as sloppy as you wanted to.
"Argh, damn ye!" Morirras yells as he reaches for his cutlass, which is laying a few feet away from him. "Bloody 'ell, I'll kill ye!"
You slip and fall to the ground as you attempt to dodge Morirras's charge. You give a small cry as you feel something cut lightly into your right calf. Looking down, you find that it your leg is pressed against the side of the dagger you dropped. You hear a yell and notice that Morirras had wheeled himself around is about 15 feet away and is now beginning to charge you again. In what seems like slow motion to you, you grasp the dagger's blade, cutting into your palm before you are able to shift it correctly, and swiftly throw it, holding your breath as is slices through the air. You sigh in relief when the dagger embeds itself in Morirras's gut and he collapses onto the ground. Wincing as you get up, you stagger slightly before hoisting yourself up over the wall and head towards the docks.
*
You approach the docks to find Jack and Will facing a line of what will become the crew.
"So this is your able-bodied crew?" You hear Will ask as you lean against one of the docking poles, unnoticed by Jack and Will.
"You, sailor!" Jack suddenly shouts, stopping his patrol to stand in front of a seasoned sailor.
"Cotton, sir." Gibbs says.
"Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Jack says with a surprisingly straight face. "Mr. Cotton! Answer me!"
"He's a mute, sir." Gibbs says with a pitying tone. "Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how..." And Mr. Cotton opens his mouth, showing his stumpy remainder of a tongue, and Jack simply sticks his tongue out and grimaces.
"Mr Cotton's. parrot?" Jack says slowly. "Same question."
"Arrgh! Wind in the Sails. Wind in the sails." The parrot squawks as you stifle a laugh.
"Mostly, we figure that means 'yes'." Gibbs says.
"O' course it does." Jack says as he turns to Will. "Satisfied?"
"Well," Will says as he scans the crew. "You've proven them mad."
"An' what's the benefit for us?" A voice called from the line.
Jack slowly the source and removes the hat blocking his view. "Anamaria-" He's cut off as she soundly slaps him across the face.
"I suppose that you didn't deserve that one either." Will comments and you remember the slaps that you'd heard on your first night back in Tortuga.
"No, that one I deserved." Jack admits as Anamaria nods in agreement.
"You stole my boat!" She accuses in an enraged voice.
"Actually-" Jack begins but is cut off by Anamaria slapping him again. "Borrowed! Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you."
"BUT YOU DIDN'T!" Anamaria yells, clearly frustrated.
"You'll get another one." Jack promises as Ana shakes her finger at him with barely restrained rage.
"I will." She says, glaring at Jack.
"A better one." Will adds, clearly afraid of getting on Ana's bad side.
"A better one!" Jack says in agreement.
"That one." You state simply as you nod your head in the direction of the Interceptor, seeing as your good arm was being used to keep you upright as you leaned on the pole.
"Luv? What one? That one!" Jack yells, silently pleading with you to say that it wasn't that one before turning back to Anamaria. "Ay, that one. What say you?"
"Aye!" Ana yells, snapping upright with a giant smirk plastered onto her face.
"Alright then!" Jack yells to the crew. "Get ready to sail within the hour!"
"Aye!" They chorus as they head to the ship and Jack and Will turn to you.
"That ship? Why-" Jack begins but stops as he notices the blood that's seeped down the chest and entire left side of your shirt. "What happened to you, luv?"
"Jus' ran into some old friends." You state as you attempt to walk to him, but are unable to ignore the shooting pain that's running up your leg.
"Luv!" Jack calls as he and Will rush up to you and help you up. You throw your good arm around Jack's shoulder and Will stares in shock at your bloody shirt.
"Will, if ya don't mind, I'd rather you not be starin' at my chest all day." You say looking at his worried face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
With Jack's help, you begin to hobble toward the ship and pass Gibbs, who grimaces and mumbles something about bad luck with women aboard the ship.
"It'd be far worse not to have them." Jack answers as he passes Gibbs. "I 'ave the feelin' we're going to need them."
*
After about twenty minutes, you've finally made it to the Captain's quarters of the ship and are currently sitting on the bed, sipping a bottle of rum as Jack rips your entire left sleeve off.
"So." He begins nonchalantly as he dips a rag into a water basin and begins to clean off the dried blood. "What'd you do this time?"
"What makes you think it's my fault?" You ask and try to look hurt.
"'Cause I know it is." He answers simply.
"Well. I ran into an old acquaintance of mine, an' he wasn't to happy to see me." You say vaguely.
"What'd you do to 'im?" Jack asks as he takes the rum from your grasp and pours it onto a new rag.
"Nothin' much. just burned his ship down. Ouch!" You hiss as Jack presses the cloth to your reopened wounds.
"Sorry, luv." Jack says as he runs the cloth all over your arm. "Remind me never to get on your bad side. It seems that you have quite a temper."
"Live in constant fear of it." You jokingly warn as Jack bandages your arm up, reminding you of all those mummy movies you used to watch.
"You need to take your shirt off, luv." Jack says with a grin.
"You know Jack, keep talking like that an' someone might begin to think that you're dressing my wounds for the sole purpose of getting' my shirt off." You tease.
"Just a perk, luv." Jack grins. "Now, take it off 'afore it gets stuck to you."
Sighing, you attempt to pull your shirt over your head with only one arm, which is a great challenge. After a minute, you finally get it off and look at Jack, who's looking confusedly at the black cloth covering your chest. You roll your eyes; everyone knows what happens to white shirts when they get wet and you certainly weren't going to put yourself in that position.
"What?" You say with a smirk. "You didn't actually think that I'd take off my shirt if there wasn't anything underneath."
You laugh when Jack pouts but stop when you feel your chest throb at the action. His face serious again, Jack picks up the water rag and examines the wounds on your neck and collar.
"This one was close." He comments casually as he cleans the one on your neck. "An' the other one almost hit a vein. You either angered an poor swordsman who wanted you dead or a fairly decent one who wanted to play with you a little first."
"The latter." You hiss as he reapplies the rum-soaked rag.
"Hm, well, messin' with a man's ship can do that to you." He says and falls silent, lost in thought.
"Jack," You say when you notice him applying more and more pressure to your wound and lift his face up to look at you. "You'll get the Pearl back, I promise. I'll even help you get revenge on that traitorous Barbossa."
"Sorry luv, but I don't think I'll be able to share." He says and flashes you a smirk as he finishes knotting your bandages. "There good as new just don't move around a lot."
"Sorry Jack," You say as you carefully stand and move your limbs experimentally. "But as long as I 'ave a steady supply of rum, it'll take a lot more than your advice to keep me from sailing this ship."
Jack looks at you critically for a moment before nodding. "Alright, luv. You're a pirate an' the sea calls to you. Far be it for me to stop you. But don't you dare reopen those wounds, we're going to need your help if we're to rescue this friend of yours an' I'll not have you falling behind."
"It's nice to know you care, Jack." You say with an honest smile before turning to join the rest of the crew on the main deck.
*
A/N: *cringe* I know that wasn't the gigantic chapter I promised, but I haven't been able to get on the computer all day and it'll be posted late if I attempt to add more.
NEXT CHAPPIE: We finally flip back to what Jacque and Lizzie are doing an' go sailin' in a storm with Jack!
Py: Ok, notice how I said I had two surprises for everyone *glances over at Sess in his sexy outfit* Well, here's the other! *throws little blue and red disks at reviewers* Life-sized holograms of Will and Jack for my amazing reviewers! *goes back to staring at Sess*
Oh, by the way, the parings count so far is Will/Lizzie: 3 and Will/Jacque: 6
Review Responses:
Stacey Lofton: Thanks. Believe me, I definitely know what it's like to loose your creative flow. Over half of my chapters are written late on Friday night and then frantically finished on Saturday so I can update. I really don't think it takes patience to write decently long chapters, just insane muses *looks down at ankle handcuffed to chair* O.O Jacque is thrilled for your vote for her, she was threatening to send flaming e-mails to all who voted for Lizzie/Will.
Erin: SESS ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!
Cryptic Storm: Yup, the puppy eyes are a tool of evil. Ok, to clear this up. After Will passes out, you and Jack went up to a room in the inn above the bar and you stayed there all night. Before you met Jack, you'd had an apartment with Violet and Storm- that's the room that got ransacked. Clear?
Twisted: Thanks, Jacque agrees that, since your review specifically says that she wins, she should, no matter what
LegolasLuver123: Yeah, inu rocks!
YugiYamiKim: Thanks. Ok, gotta ask, what's the meaning behind your name? Is it a paring preference or something?
CastlesInTheAir: That's ok, as long as you review I'm happy ^.^ YAY TENSION! If you can decide who Will should be with, let me know, but if you can't you can be sure to see a lot of confusing tension ^.~
Sida: Actually, Morriras came from me royally butchering the Spanish verb to die ^.^;;
Inu lover: thanks- inu rocks! *prances around room in Sess's boa*
Bookie1: *restrains Jacque* thanks, and I agree; Jack is sexy!
Jacksrumrunner: Don't worry, I'll keep writing. *glances at Sess and Jacque, who's conveniently twirling a knife* I don't think I have a choice anyways. I disagree, you can be threatening in a review, but it doesn't really work when you say that it won't work right after it.
PIRATE GIRL: I'm writing! I'm writing!
QueenOfCurls: Hi Jacque! Gee, I would have never guessed that you'd vote for the Will/Jacque pairing. Yeah, fluff rocks. ^.~ Ooh, Jacque's making death threats, I never thought I'd see the day. I'm sure that you could make Will feel better about his hangover but, sadly, you're stuck on a ship with a bunch of sadistic undead dirty pirates and I don't think you wanna comfort them. You may continue to praise my writing ^.^
Bluelady198: grr. you get back to school and suffer like the rest of us! *cracks whip and laughs manically*
Ayashe: Thanks. *blushes* I hope you keep reviewing to tell me what you like about this fic.
Sule: you baka.
Bonnie Lass: Thanks. I hope you can forgive the shortness of this chappie 'cause I'm not up to writing more. Hell yeah- Sess is better than Inuyasha! It's the tail, gorgeous face, shiny hair, deep voice, .*goes on for another hour*.cool tattoos, power, and the fact that he has minions that makes Sess sooooooooo much better than inu ^.^
Nicki1: Thanks, although, I have to point out, that I'm more of a slacker than Sess is. He and Jacque are what keeps me updating regularly. Thanks for the luck. Flaming green jellow?. I'm not going to ask.
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AND PRESS THAT PRETTY LITTLE BUTTON DOWN THERE!
Py: I feel so freeeeeeeeeee! *dances around room*
Sess: at least until you get your grades back.
Py: *glare* . Well.at least we can celebrate the fact that we've gone over 100 reviews! *looks at sess*
Sess: *grumbles and leaves room*
Py: You know, *tears well up in eyes* I never thought that you people would actually like this fic so much. I'm honored. To celebrate, I have two surprises for you.the first is.*drum roll sounds in background* Sess in his Cap'n Maru costume! *looks expectantly at door* Sess! Come out!
Sess: No, I don't care how many reviews you got, I refuse to parade around in this ridiculous outfit for the sole purpose of entertaining your insane reviewers.
Py: Number one, DO NOT INSULT MY REVIEWERS! *leaves room* Clang! *reenters room holding frying pan of doom* Number two, you will come out here and parade around in that extremely sexy outfit for the reviewers and I, or I will drug you and drag you out here in a fuzzy pink bunny suit, take pictures, send copies to your little brother, and blackmail you for the rest of your life. Your choice.
Sess: The things I do. *walks into room wearing black knee high Italian leather boots, a pair of nicely fitted brown suede pants, a black sash around his waist, which covers a black leather belt with his gold cutlass and pistol hanging down from, a loose white shirt with an open slit down the front showing a nice amount of his tan chest ^.^ , his hair is pulled back with a leather thong, and a three-pointed hat completes the outfit*
Py: ^_~ *swoons*
Sess: *stands silently for a moment* Aren't you going to write the chapter?
Py: Hold on. *stares for another minute* . Ok.
Slightly Hazy
Chapter 11: Boredom is never a good thing
"Avoid you? Never." You say innocently as you defiantly stare at his scarred face. "Why would I want to avoid a man who greets me by positioning his cutlass against my throat?"
"I don't know what goes on in yer bizarre little mind, lass," Morriras says with a sneer. " Personally, I'd rather know what possessed ye to burn me ship."
"I was bored." You answer nonchalantly, hoping that that answer will enrage Morirras enough so that he doesn't notice your left hand slowly slipping toward your boot.
"Bored, Bored!" Morirras repeats with an wicked laugh as he moves his blade slightly, nicking the pale skin of your throat. "Well lass, it seems I'm rather bored meself. whatever shall I do?"
"If it was up to me," You say, feeling the leather of your boot under your hand. "I'd go buy myself a pint of rum 'afore approaching such a tender subject."
"Well, it's a good thing it's not up to you lass." Morirras says maliciously. "I've 'ad plenty of time to dwell on my revenge an' it seems that you're conveniently here to complete it."
With that, he slashes his cutlass in a downward motion, slicing your skin across your collarbone, smirking like a madman. You rotate away from him, making it seem as if you could not take the pain as you reach for the dagger in your boot.
"Now, we'll 'ave none of that, missy." Morirras says as his blade retreats to its former position at your neck and you drop the dagger to the ground. "I can't carry out me revenge if ye insist on escapin'."
"Too bad, then," You reply, dropping your innocent act for a cold, hard voice. "I guess you'll 'ave to reek your revenge on some other poor soul."
"Ye don't seem to be in the position to demand anything." He says as he begins to slowly trace his cutlass down your left arm, tearing your shirt and leaving a bloody trail in its wake.
"I can demand anything I want!" You yell as you lash out your leg and strike Morirras's head in a sloppy roundhouse kick; it'd been two years since you'd last done any kickboxing, you were allowed to be as sloppy as you wanted to.
"Argh, damn ye!" Morirras yells as he reaches for his cutlass, which is laying a few feet away from him. "Bloody 'ell, I'll kill ye!"
You slip and fall to the ground as you attempt to dodge Morirras's charge. You give a small cry as you feel something cut lightly into your right calf. Looking down, you find that it your leg is pressed against the side of the dagger you dropped. You hear a yell and notice that Morirras had wheeled himself around is about 15 feet away and is now beginning to charge you again. In what seems like slow motion to you, you grasp the dagger's blade, cutting into your palm before you are able to shift it correctly, and swiftly throw it, holding your breath as is slices through the air. You sigh in relief when the dagger embeds itself in Morirras's gut and he collapses onto the ground. Wincing as you get up, you stagger slightly before hoisting yourself up over the wall and head towards the docks.
*
You approach the docks to find Jack and Will facing a line of what will become the crew.
"So this is your able-bodied crew?" You hear Will ask as you lean against one of the docking poles, unnoticed by Jack and Will.
"You, sailor!" Jack suddenly shouts, stopping his patrol to stand in front of a seasoned sailor.
"Cotton, sir." Gibbs says.
"Mr. Cotton, do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death?" Jack says with a surprisingly straight face. "Mr. Cotton! Answer me!"
"He's a mute, sir." Gibbs says with a pitying tone. "Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how..." And Mr. Cotton opens his mouth, showing his stumpy remainder of a tongue, and Jack simply sticks his tongue out and grimaces.
"Mr Cotton's. parrot?" Jack says slowly. "Same question."
"Arrgh! Wind in the Sails. Wind in the sails." The parrot squawks as you stifle a laugh.
"Mostly, we figure that means 'yes'." Gibbs says.
"O' course it does." Jack says as he turns to Will. "Satisfied?"
"Well," Will says as he scans the crew. "You've proven them mad."
"An' what's the benefit for us?" A voice called from the line.
Jack slowly the source and removes the hat blocking his view. "Anamaria-" He's cut off as she soundly slaps him across the face.
"I suppose that you didn't deserve that one either." Will comments and you remember the slaps that you'd heard on your first night back in Tortuga.
"No, that one I deserved." Jack admits as Anamaria nods in agreement.
"You stole my boat!" She accuses in an enraged voice.
"Actually-" Jack begins but is cut off by Anamaria slapping him again. "Borrowed! Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you."
"BUT YOU DIDN'T!" Anamaria yells, clearly frustrated.
"You'll get another one." Jack promises as Ana shakes her finger at him with barely restrained rage.
"I will." She says, glaring at Jack.
"A better one." Will adds, clearly afraid of getting on Ana's bad side.
"A better one!" Jack says in agreement.
"That one." You state simply as you nod your head in the direction of the Interceptor, seeing as your good arm was being used to keep you upright as you leaned on the pole.
"Luv? What one? That one!" Jack yells, silently pleading with you to say that it wasn't that one before turning back to Anamaria. "Ay, that one. What say you?"
"Aye!" Ana yells, snapping upright with a giant smirk plastered onto her face.
"Alright then!" Jack yells to the crew. "Get ready to sail within the hour!"
"Aye!" They chorus as they head to the ship and Jack and Will turn to you.
"That ship? Why-" Jack begins but stops as he notices the blood that's seeped down the chest and entire left side of your shirt. "What happened to you, luv?"
"Jus' ran into some old friends." You state as you attempt to walk to him, but are unable to ignore the shooting pain that's running up your leg.
"Luv!" Jack calls as he and Will rush up to you and help you up. You throw your good arm around Jack's shoulder and Will stares in shock at your bloody shirt.
"Will, if ya don't mind, I'd rather you not be starin' at my chest all day." You say looking at his worried face. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
With Jack's help, you begin to hobble toward the ship and pass Gibbs, who grimaces and mumbles something about bad luck with women aboard the ship.
"It'd be far worse not to have them." Jack answers as he passes Gibbs. "I 'ave the feelin' we're going to need them."
*
After about twenty minutes, you've finally made it to the Captain's quarters of the ship and are currently sitting on the bed, sipping a bottle of rum as Jack rips your entire left sleeve off.
"So." He begins nonchalantly as he dips a rag into a water basin and begins to clean off the dried blood. "What'd you do this time?"
"What makes you think it's my fault?" You ask and try to look hurt.
"'Cause I know it is." He answers simply.
"Well. I ran into an old acquaintance of mine, an' he wasn't to happy to see me." You say vaguely.
"What'd you do to 'im?" Jack asks as he takes the rum from your grasp and pours it onto a new rag.
"Nothin' much. just burned his ship down. Ouch!" You hiss as Jack presses the cloth to your reopened wounds.
"Sorry, luv." Jack says as he runs the cloth all over your arm. "Remind me never to get on your bad side. It seems that you have quite a temper."
"Live in constant fear of it." You jokingly warn as Jack bandages your arm up, reminding you of all those mummy movies you used to watch.
"You need to take your shirt off, luv." Jack says with a grin.
"You know Jack, keep talking like that an' someone might begin to think that you're dressing my wounds for the sole purpose of getting' my shirt off." You tease.
"Just a perk, luv." Jack grins. "Now, take it off 'afore it gets stuck to you."
Sighing, you attempt to pull your shirt over your head with only one arm, which is a great challenge. After a minute, you finally get it off and look at Jack, who's looking confusedly at the black cloth covering your chest. You roll your eyes; everyone knows what happens to white shirts when they get wet and you certainly weren't going to put yourself in that position.
"What?" You say with a smirk. "You didn't actually think that I'd take off my shirt if there wasn't anything underneath."
You laugh when Jack pouts but stop when you feel your chest throb at the action. His face serious again, Jack picks up the water rag and examines the wounds on your neck and collar.
"This one was close." He comments casually as he cleans the one on your neck. "An' the other one almost hit a vein. You either angered an poor swordsman who wanted you dead or a fairly decent one who wanted to play with you a little first."
"The latter." You hiss as he reapplies the rum-soaked rag.
"Hm, well, messin' with a man's ship can do that to you." He says and falls silent, lost in thought.
"Jack," You say when you notice him applying more and more pressure to your wound and lift his face up to look at you. "You'll get the Pearl back, I promise. I'll even help you get revenge on that traitorous Barbossa."
"Sorry luv, but I don't think I'll be able to share." He says and flashes you a smirk as he finishes knotting your bandages. "There good as new just don't move around a lot."
"Sorry Jack," You say as you carefully stand and move your limbs experimentally. "But as long as I 'ave a steady supply of rum, it'll take a lot more than your advice to keep me from sailing this ship."
Jack looks at you critically for a moment before nodding. "Alright, luv. You're a pirate an' the sea calls to you. Far be it for me to stop you. But don't you dare reopen those wounds, we're going to need your help if we're to rescue this friend of yours an' I'll not have you falling behind."
"It's nice to know you care, Jack." You say with an honest smile before turning to join the rest of the crew on the main deck.
*
A/N: *cringe* I know that wasn't the gigantic chapter I promised, but I haven't been able to get on the computer all day and it'll be posted late if I attempt to add more.
NEXT CHAPPIE: We finally flip back to what Jacque and Lizzie are doing an' go sailin' in a storm with Jack!
Py: Ok, notice how I said I had two surprises for everyone *glances over at Sess in his sexy outfit* Well, here's the other! *throws little blue and red disks at reviewers* Life-sized holograms of Will and Jack for my amazing reviewers! *goes back to staring at Sess*
Oh, by the way, the parings count so far is Will/Lizzie: 3 and Will/Jacque: 6
Review Responses:
Stacey Lofton: Thanks. Believe me, I definitely know what it's like to loose your creative flow. Over half of my chapters are written late on Friday night and then frantically finished on Saturday so I can update. I really don't think it takes patience to write decently long chapters, just insane muses *looks down at ankle handcuffed to chair* O.O Jacque is thrilled for your vote for her, she was threatening to send flaming e-mails to all who voted for Lizzie/Will.
Erin: SESS ROCKS!!!!!!!!!!
Cryptic Storm: Yup, the puppy eyes are a tool of evil. Ok, to clear this up. After Will passes out, you and Jack went up to a room in the inn above the bar and you stayed there all night. Before you met Jack, you'd had an apartment with Violet and Storm- that's the room that got ransacked. Clear?
Twisted: Thanks, Jacque agrees that, since your review specifically says that she wins, she should, no matter what
LegolasLuver123: Yeah, inu rocks!
YugiYamiKim: Thanks. Ok, gotta ask, what's the meaning behind your name? Is it a paring preference or something?
CastlesInTheAir: That's ok, as long as you review I'm happy ^.^ YAY TENSION! If you can decide who Will should be with, let me know, but if you can't you can be sure to see a lot of confusing tension ^.~
Sida: Actually, Morriras came from me royally butchering the Spanish verb to die ^.^;;
Inu lover: thanks- inu rocks! *prances around room in Sess's boa*
Bookie1: *restrains Jacque* thanks, and I agree; Jack is sexy!
Jacksrumrunner: Don't worry, I'll keep writing. *glances at Sess and Jacque, who's conveniently twirling a knife* I don't think I have a choice anyways. I disagree, you can be threatening in a review, but it doesn't really work when you say that it won't work right after it.
PIRATE GIRL: I'm writing! I'm writing!
QueenOfCurls: Hi Jacque! Gee, I would have never guessed that you'd vote for the Will/Jacque pairing. Yeah, fluff rocks. ^.~ Ooh, Jacque's making death threats, I never thought I'd see the day. I'm sure that you could make Will feel better about his hangover but, sadly, you're stuck on a ship with a bunch of sadistic undead dirty pirates and I don't think you wanna comfort them. You may continue to praise my writing ^.^
Bluelady198: grr. you get back to school and suffer like the rest of us! *cracks whip and laughs manically*
Ayashe: Thanks. *blushes* I hope you keep reviewing to tell me what you like about this fic.
Sule: you baka.
Bonnie Lass: Thanks. I hope you can forgive the shortness of this chappie 'cause I'm not up to writing more. Hell yeah- Sess is better than Inuyasha! It's the tail, gorgeous face, shiny hair, deep voice, .*goes on for another hour*.cool tattoos, power, and the fact that he has minions that makes Sess sooooooooo much better than inu ^.^
Nicki1: Thanks, although, I have to point out, that I'm more of a slacker than Sess is. He and Jacque are what keeps me updating regularly. Thanks for the luck. Flaming green jellow?. I'm not going to ask.
THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS AND PRESS THAT PRETTY LITTLE BUTTON DOWN THERE!