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Py: *squeals* Ahhhhh! WE GOT OVER 150 REVIEWS! Thank you guys! *begins to toss pop tarts around the room*
Sess: pop tarts?
Py: Well, seein' as it's four in the mornin' 'cause I have to go outta town after school, it's the only thing handy....*trails off in thought*
Sess: I don't like the look on your face; it usually means that you're gonna blackmail me into performing some menial yet extremely annoying task for you.
Py: *evil smirk* Well, I was thinkin', since we've gotten so many reviews and it's so early in the morning that you'd make us pancakes in your Cap'n Maru outfit...
Sess: No. Way. In. Hell.
Py: Are you sure? *smiles innocently and pulls out Frying Pan of Doom, polishing it lovingly*
Sess: *sighs in defeat* Damn. *walks out of room*
Py: *big ass grin* Yay! Oh, and I don't own anything except Sess's soul *begins to laugh maliciously*
Slightly Hazy Chapter 15: Funny ol' world
"Watch it!" You say as Bo'sun roughly shoves you onto the deck of the Black Pearl. You shudder as you look at the cursed ghost ship and its crew.
The first question that popped into your mind was how the heck this ship managed to stay afloat, let alone outrun any ship it comes across. As you pass the crew, you notice the hungry looks in their eyes, and realize that, since Barbossa needed Jacque and Lizzie alive, he'd ordered his crew to stay away from them and protected them from harm. You seriously doubted that Barbossa would extend that kindness to you.
"Shall we?" Barbossa says as he opens the door to what you presume to be his cabin and glances back at the men holding you and Jack, silently ordering them to release you.
With a final shove from Bo'sun, you stumble into the surprisingly well- furnished cabin. You notice the windows scaling the wall that let the sunlight filter across the room and onto the polished wooden floor and mahogany furniture. Actually, if it wasn't for the undead Captain and his creepy monkey, the room was quite welcoming and cheery.
"Please," Barbossa says as he sits down at his desk. "Have a seat."
Snapping you out of your reverie, you ignore your surroundings and attempt to concentrate on the task at hand. You defiantly lean against the table and glance at Jack, who remains standing with a truly serious expression on his face. Barbossa, noticing that the two of you weren't going to be moving anytime soon, sighs and grabs an apple from the bowl in front of him.
"So be it." He says, attempting to pin Jack down under a withering stare. "Ye know what I want. The question is, what is it that ye'll be wantin' in exchange for it..."
* (A/N: I'm on too much of a time constraint to think of anything to put in- between these two scenes, so please forgive the crappy time jump)
"So," Barbossa says, examining his apple. "You expect to leave me standin' on some beach with naught but a name an' yer word it's the one I need and watch you sail away on my ship?"
"No." Jack states, sounding as if such a request was too outrageous to even suggest. "I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?"
You can't help but smirk, even when you're trapped on the enemy's ship, Jack is still able to be charming and cheeky all at the same time.
"But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need." Barbossa says skeptically.
"Well," You say, glancing between the two. "Of the two of you, Jack's the one who hasn't committed mutiny, so it's his word we'll be trustin'."
"Valid point, luv." Jack says with a smile. "Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse same as you." He says as he bites into one of Barbossa's green apples. "Funny ol' world, innit?"
You notice Barbossa's right eye begin to twitch violently and chuckle. "Well, now that that's settled-"
"Cap'n." Bo'sun states as he opens the door and turns to Barbossa. "We're comin' up on the Interceptor."
Smirking, Barbossa strides out of the room with Jack running at his heels.
"I'm havin' a thought here, Barbossa," Jack says quickly and his eyes widen as he recognizes the Interceptor up ahead. "What say we run up a flag of truce? The lass 'n I'll scurry over to the Interceptor, and negotiate the return of your medallion. What say you to that?"
"Now you see, Jack," Barbossa says with a smirk fitted across his withered features, "that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead. Lock them in the brig!" He orders and you feel the painfully familiar grip of Bo'sun encircle your arms.
You look at Jack, who is in a very similar situation, and catch his gaze, exchanging a meaningful look before you fix your eyes on the Interceptor, mentally willing it to find a miracle as you and Jack are dragged down below the decks and into the hold.
*
A/N: I know that this is really really really really really really really really short, but I've gotta go pack before my family unplugs the computer. Gomen! *bows down to readers* Please forgive me for this really short chappie. Sess, before we go, get your hot butt out here!
Sess: What? *walks into room wearing his Cap'n Maru outfit minus the hat and weapons holding a tray piled three feet high with delicious smelling pancakes*
Py: I've gotta go- give the readers their pancakes and don't threaten to kill the mail man when he brings you your credit card bills again., see ya! *runs out of room*
Sess: *looks at hungry reviewers closing in on him and backs up slightly* Um... py?
REVIEW RESPONSES:
Queen of Curls: Yeah- YOU'D BETTER REVIEW! Grr
Twisted: mimes? Cool? O.o' Don't worry, there'll definitely be some you/Jack in the next chappie. I mean, you'll be stuck in a cell in the brig with him... oh the possibilities *evil malicious laughter sounds in background* I'm pretty sure that there's enough room for both of our minds to be in the gutter- and if there isn't it's you who'll be leavin', not me ^.~
Roguewriter04: Thanks, but I don't think I can handle updating more than one story at once. I have some serious issues with procrastination ^.^
Stacey Lofton: *polishes frying pan of doom* You and your all knowing hat were right! It was under the sofa cushions. Something bigger? Well, since I have practically no idea which of the 500 endings I have thought of for this fic, tell me any ideas if you have them!
Jack's Wolf: Thanks. I'm not going to write Elizabeth out of the script, mainly 'cause I need her to get Norrington to go after... wait, sayin' that would mean I'd be givin' away one of my plot twists! *gasp* I guess you'll just have to wait and find out...
Cryptic Storm: Ddon't worry, the you/Jack goodness will begin in the next chappie ^.~
She-hobbit: Thanks. I love adding new addicted reviewers and look foreward to the death threats to come ^.^
Ayashe: Thanks. Well, what year of Spanish are you in? I'm in Spanish 2, so maybe you haven't gotten to the fun stuff yet... then again, my teacher's a little eccentric...
A reader: Thanks and, I gotta ask, could you be any more vague?
SeXySuPeRsTaR: Sess is from and anime (Japanese cartoon) called Inuyasha. Chichi's a character from another anime who wields the original frying pan of doom. Yes, Jacque's gonna get Will 'cause, well, 'cause this is a present for her.
Bonnie Lass: I fully support you in your proposition to jump Jack in the next chappie, although I'm not sure who'll be jumpin' who ^.~ Thanks soo much for your support.
Pip: Thanks.
Bluelady198: Excursions? Grr... I don't get to do anything but have more homework dumped on me than anytime in my life and endure the cold weather and late buses. JACK! SESS! YEAH!
CastlesInTheAir: You can't get your own frying pan of doom, but I'm sure if you consider yourself an extremely insane and freakishly powerful your item of doom will appear ^.~ Saucepan? That's what I'm gonna name my cat as soon as I get a cat ( my little bro's allergic () I'm not quite sure, but I'd say that we're about 2/3 of the way though the fic *sniffle*
PLEASE REVIEW!
Py: *squeals* Ahhhhh! WE GOT OVER 150 REVIEWS! Thank you guys! *begins to toss pop tarts around the room*
Sess: pop tarts?
Py: Well, seein' as it's four in the mornin' 'cause I have to go outta town after school, it's the only thing handy....*trails off in thought*
Sess: I don't like the look on your face; it usually means that you're gonna blackmail me into performing some menial yet extremely annoying task for you.
Py: *evil smirk* Well, I was thinkin', since we've gotten so many reviews and it's so early in the morning that you'd make us pancakes in your Cap'n Maru outfit...
Sess: No. Way. In. Hell.
Py: Are you sure? *smiles innocently and pulls out Frying Pan of Doom, polishing it lovingly*
Sess: *sighs in defeat* Damn. *walks out of room*
Py: *big ass grin* Yay! Oh, and I don't own anything except Sess's soul *begins to laugh maliciously*
Slightly Hazy Chapter 15: Funny ol' world
"Watch it!" You say as Bo'sun roughly shoves you onto the deck of the Black Pearl. You shudder as you look at the cursed ghost ship and its crew.
The first question that popped into your mind was how the heck this ship managed to stay afloat, let alone outrun any ship it comes across. As you pass the crew, you notice the hungry looks in their eyes, and realize that, since Barbossa needed Jacque and Lizzie alive, he'd ordered his crew to stay away from them and protected them from harm. You seriously doubted that Barbossa would extend that kindness to you.
"Shall we?" Barbossa says as he opens the door to what you presume to be his cabin and glances back at the men holding you and Jack, silently ordering them to release you.
With a final shove from Bo'sun, you stumble into the surprisingly well- furnished cabin. You notice the windows scaling the wall that let the sunlight filter across the room and onto the polished wooden floor and mahogany furniture. Actually, if it wasn't for the undead Captain and his creepy monkey, the room was quite welcoming and cheery.
"Please," Barbossa says as he sits down at his desk. "Have a seat."
Snapping you out of your reverie, you ignore your surroundings and attempt to concentrate on the task at hand. You defiantly lean against the table and glance at Jack, who remains standing with a truly serious expression on his face. Barbossa, noticing that the two of you weren't going to be moving anytime soon, sighs and grabs an apple from the bowl in front of him.
"So be it." He says, attempting to pin Jack down under a withering stare. "Ye know what I want. The question is, what is it that ye'll be wantin' in exchange for it..."
* (A/N: I'm on too much of a time constraint to think of anything to put in- between these two scenes, so please forgive the crappy time jump)
"So," Barbossa says, examining his apple. "You expect to leave me standin' on some beach with naught but a name an' yer word it's the one I need and watch you sail away on my ship?"
"No." Jack states, sounding as if such a request was too outrageous to even suggest. "I expect to leave you standing on some beach with absolutely no name at all, watching me sail away on my ship and then I'll shout the name back to you. Savvy?"
You can't help but smirk, even when you're trapped on the enemy's ship, Jack is still able to be charming and cheeky all at the same time.
"But that still leaves us with the problem of me standing on some beach with naught but a name and your word it's the one I need." Barbossa says skeptically.
"Well," You say, glancing between the two. "Of the two of you, Jack's the one who hasn't committed mutiny, so it's his word we'll be trustin'."
"Valid point, luv." Jack says with a smile. "Although, I suppose I should be thanking you because in fact, if you hadn't betrayed me and left me to die, I would have an equal share in that curse same as you." He says as he bites into one of Barbossa's green apples. "Funny ol' world, innit?"
You notice Barbossa's right eye begin to twitch violently and chuckle. "Well, now that that's settled-"
"Cap'n." Bo'sun states as he opens the door and turns to Barbossa. "We're comin' up on the Interceptor."
Smirking, Barbossa strides out of the room with Jack running at his heels.
"I'm havin' a thought here, Barbossa," Jack says quickly and his eyes widen as he recognizes the Interceptor up ahead. "What say we run up a flag of truce? The lass 'n I'll scurry over to the Interceptor, and negotiate the return of your medallion. What say you to that?"
"Now you see, Jack," Barbossa says with a smirk fitted across his withered features, "that's exactly the attitude that lost you the Pearl. People are easy to search when they're dead. Lock them in the brig!" He orders and you feel the painfully familiar grip of Bo'sun encircle your arms.
You look at Jack, who is in a very similar situation, and catch his gaze, exchanging a meaningful look before you fix your eyes on the Interceptor, mentally willing it to find a miracle as you and Jack are dragged down below the decks and into the hold.
*
A/N: I know that this is really really really really really really really really short, but I've gotta go pack before my family unplugs the computer. Gomen! *bows down to readers* Please forgive me for this really short chappie. Sess, before we go, get your hot butt out here!
Sess: What? *walks into room wearing his Cap'n Maru outfit minus the hat and weapons holding a tray piled three feet high with delicious smelling pancakes*
Py: I've gotta go- give the readers their pancakes and don't threaten to kill the mail man when he brings you your credit card bills again., see ya! *runs out of room*
Sess: *looks at hungry reviewers closing in on him and backs up slightly* Um... py?
REVIEW RESPONSES:
Queen of Curls: Yeah- YOU'D BETTER REVIEW! Grr
Twisted: mimes? Cool? O.o' Don't worry, there'll definitely be some you/Jack in the next chappie. I mean, you'll be stuck in a cell in the brig with him... oh the possibilities *evil malicious laughter sounds in background* I'm pretty sure that there's enough room for both of our minds to be in the gutter- and if there isn't it's you who'll be leavin', not me ^.~
Roguewriter04: Thanks, but I don't think I can handle updating more than one story at once. I have some serious issues with procrastination ^.^
Stacey Lofton: *polishes frying pan of doom* You and your all knowing hat were right! It was under the sofa cushions. Something bigger? Well, since I have practically no idea which of the 500 endings I have thought of for this fic, tell me any ideas if you have them!
Jack's Wolf: Thanks. I'm not going to write Elizabeth out of the script, mainly 'cause I need her to get Norrington to go after... wait, sayin' that would mean I'd be givin' away one of my plot twists! *gasp* I guess you'll just have to wait and find out...
Cryptic Storm: Ddon't worry, the you/Jack goodness will begin in the next chappie ^.~
She-hobbit: Thanks. I love adding new addicted reviewers and look foreward to the death threats to come ^.^
Ayashe: Thanks. Well, what year of Spanish are you in? I'm in Spanish 2, so maybe you haven't gotten to the fun stuff yet... then again, my teacher's a little eccentric...
A reader: Thanks and, I gotta ask, could you be any more vague?
SeXySuPeRsTaR: Sess is from and anime (Japanese cartoon) called Inuyasha. Chichi's a character from another anime who wields the original frying pan of doom. Yes, Jacque's gonna get Will 'cause, well, 'cause this is a present for her.
Bonnie Lass: I fully support you in your proposition to jump Jack in the next chappie, although I'm not sure who'll be jumpin' who ^.~ Thanks soo much for your support.
Pip: Thanks.
Bluelady198: Excursions? Grr... I don't get to do anything but have more homework dumped on me than anytime in my life and endure the cold weather and late buses. JACK! SESS! YEAH!
CastlesInTheAir: You can't get your own frying pan of doom, but I'm sure if you consider yourself an extremely insane and freakishly powerful your item of doom will appear ^.~ Saucepan? That's what I'm gonna name my cat as soon as I get a cat ( my little bro's allergic () I'm not quite sure, but I'd say that we're about 2/3 of the way though the fic *sniffle*
PLEASE REVIEW!