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Well here's the next chapter. Here's a fun fact for you. This was the fourth version of this story. The first three all followed the same plot point, but I couldn't get into it, after I had finished the third, I was struck with the idea for this. Oddly enough they all have the first six paragraphs in common. I might post up one of them after I've finished the story.
If I owned POTC would I be writing fan fiction? (For all those slow ones out there, the answer is no)
Everyone on board had jumped in surprise, and a number of miscellaneous things clattered to the deck as hands flew up to their corresponding ears. Celia may not have been talented at too many things, but she could burst eardrums up to a mile away. Most people didn't consider that a talents, but hey, it came in handy.
Celia was about to have to stop her screech to draw in breath when her foot caught the hem of her skirt, and sent her falling headfirst. She hit the deck with a sickening 'thud,' and she heard groans from the surrounding crew. She knew there was a reason she hadn't been named Grace.
Celia's mind was in chaos. Her thoughts were mixing, and she was having a horrible time comprehending the situation. She distantly felt a pain in her head, and she could swear someone was talking to her. She wasn't sure, but she thought someone had just tapped her. She only knew she had been rolled over because she could see faces. Wow, she didn't think so many people had triplets, she didn't remember seeing any when first on the boat. It looked like they were circling one another; it looked really funny. She felt a laugh bubble out of her mouth. She saw some people's mouth move, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. This was all so funny; she started laughing harder. Why was she so sleepy all of the sudden?
Celia was jarred when a large mass of water was dumped on her head. She sat up strait. Like magic everything came back into focus, and her head began to sear with pain. She was going to suck in air, but a firm hand clamped over her mouth. The people around her started to depart, minus the man whose hand was clamped to her mouth, Jack Sparrow.
"I'm going to let go of your mouth, lass, and you aren't going to scream, savvy?" He said cautiously. Of coarse she would shut up. She maybe scared beyond reason, but she wasn't a fool. Like she was going to anger a pirate while worsening her headache, please. She did a barely noticeable nod. He didn't move his hand. She did a slightly bigger one, still no reaction. She tried again, a bit bigger. His hand was still in place. Dumb ass. She nodded fervently, worsening her headache in the process. If he didn't noticed that one, then the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow was an imbecile. Finally his hand moved from her mouth, and he pulled her to her feet.
"I hope that fall didn't damage anything too important." He said amused. She placed a hand on her forehead, as if that would somehow cure her pounding head. He laughed. Oh so her pain was funny too?
Almost immediately a rush of cold air gripped onto Celia. She was shivering, but this time, not only from fear. How did it get damn so cold? She wrapped her arms around her body, to try and help keep her body warm, but it didn't help at all. It was unbelievably cold. Jack (because I'm too lazy to write out Captain Jack Sparrow every time) was talking to her, but she found herself unable to string the words together, again.
OH GOD! Something touched her arm. She looked beside her, nothing. She felt it again on her other arm, nothing. She began whimpering. HOLY SHIT! Someone just gave her a pat on the back. She swung her head around to look behind her, nothing. What the hell was going on? She started to hear whispering. Something grabbed her foot, and she screamed and jumped into Jack's arms.
"Well, lass, not that I don't mind having a beautiful girl jump into my arms, but the shriek took me by surprise. Mind tellin' me why you were so eager to get into my arms, love?" He said with amusement. With that, the cold feeling, and whispers vanished. Celia turned scarlet, and put her feet back on the deck. Hadn't he felt it too? Why hadn't he heard the whispers? Oh God, something was going to happen to her. Oh no, Celia was going to die. NO! Celia was too young to die! She hadn't gotten married, overcome some insane childish fears, or tried REALLY good cake. She didn't want to die. Celia had to calm down; the knock on the head probably just jarred her. It felt all so real though.
Jack was looking at her with a concerned expression. Celia looked around the deck, everyone had returned to their duties. No one seemed to be out of place. So, it had really had been just her experiencing that. Odd.
"What's your name, love?" Jack asked her cautiously, as if not to set her off.
"C-C-Celia T-Thomas." She managed to choke out. He laughed. That JACKASS! She had just been scared nearly to death, not to mention the fact that she had been terrified before that, also she had fallen, hurting her head, and he was laughing at her? Oh God, why wasn't anything cutting her any slack?
He stuck out his hand. Celia hesitated, and finally swung her hand up, totally missing Jack's hand hitting one of Jack's more vital parts. She jumped back and yelped. Smooth. Real Smooth. Jack hunched over, and squeezed his eyes tight shut.
"I think you missed." An amused female voice said coming up to join Celia and Jack. Celia looked at the woman; she was a pirate.
"I'm so- I-I'm s-so- so sorry." She squeaked out. Jack grunted, and the woman beside Celia laughed.
"Ana Maria, would you show Miss Thomas where she'll be staying?" Jack's voice was high, and unsteady.
"Aye, Aye Captain." Ana Maria said with an air of amusement. She grabbed Celia's arm, and led her away. Wait, what did he mean, staying? What did he want with her? She just knocked his nuts, and he wanted her to stay aboard? That meant he had a reason for keeping her didn't it? Oh shit, why were bad things always happening to her?
Ana Maria had a smile plastered on her face, apparently she was very happy about Celia hitting Jack's equipment. Unfortunately for Celia, this had distracted Ana Maria. And while Celia wasn't paying attention, Celia walked head first into a wall thanks to Ana Maria's lead. Celia was probably going to end up suffering from brain damage before the end of the day.
All right folks this gets updated if you review. It will also probably become more humorous, right now it's just character development. Wait until we've dug into the deep depths of Celia's poor distraught mind.
Well here's the next chapter. Here's a fun fact for you. This was the fourth version of this story. The first three all followed the same plot point, but I couldn't get into it, after I had finished the third, I was struck with the idea for this. Oddly enough they all have the first six paragraphs in common. I might post up one of them after I've finished the story.
If I owned POTC would I be writing fan fiction? (For all those slow ones out there, the answer is no)
Everyone on board had jumped in surprise, and a number of miscellaneous things clattered to the deck as hands flew up to their corresponding ears. Celia may not have been talented at too many things, but she could burst eardrums up to a mile away. Most people didn't consider that a talents, but hey, it came in handy.
Celia was about to have to stop her screech to draw in breath when her foot caught the hem of her skirt, and sent her falling headfirst. She hit the deck with a sickening 'thud,' and she heard groans from the surrounding crew. She knew there was a reason she hadn't been named Grace.
Celia's mind was in chaos. Her thoughts were mixing, and she was having a horrible time comprehending the situation. She distantly felt a pain in her head, and she could swear someone was talking to her. She wasn't sure, but she thought someone had just tapped her. She only knew she had been rolled over because she could see faces. Wow, she didn't think so many people had triplets, she didn't remember seeing any when first on the boat. It looked like they were circling one another; it looked really funny. She felt a laugh bubble out of her mouth. She saw some people's mouth move, but she couldn't make out what they were saying. This was all so funny; she started laughing harder. Why was she so sleepy all of the sudden?
Celia was jarred when a large mass of water was dumped on her head. She sat up strait. Like magic everything came back into focus, and her head began to sear with pain. She was going to suck in air, but a firm hand clamped over her mouth. The people around her started to depart, minus the man whose hand was clamped to her mouth, Jack Sparrow.
"I'm going to let go of your mouth, lass, and you aren't going to scream, savvy?" He said cautiously. Of coarse she would shut up. She maybe scared beyond reason, but she wasn't a fool. Like she was going to anger a pirate while worsening her headache, please. She did a barely noticeable nod. He didn't move his hand. She did a slightly bigger one, still no reaction. She tried again, a bit bigger. His hand was still in place. Dumb ass. She nodded fervently, worsening her headache in the process. If he didn't noticed that one, then the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow was an imbecile. Finally his hand moved from her mouth, and he pulled her to her feet.
"I hope that fall didn't damage anything too important." He said amused. She placed a hand on her forehead, as if that would somehow cure her pounding head. He laughed. Oh so her pain was funny too?
Almost immediately a rush of cold air gripped onto Celia. She was shivering, but this time, not only from fear. How did it get damn so cold? She wrapped her arms around her body, to try and help keep her body warm, but it didn't help at all. It was unbelievably cold. Jack (because I'm too lazy to write out Captain Jack Sparrow every time) was talking to her, but she found herself unable to string the words together, again.
OH GOD! Something touched her arm. She looked beside her, nothing. She felt it again on her other arm, nothing. She began whimpering. HOLY SHIT! Someone just gave her a pat on the back. She swung her head around to look behind her, nothing. What the hell was going on? She started to hear whispering. Something grabbed her foot, and she screamed and jumped into Jack's arms.
"Well, lass, not that I don't mind having a beautiful girl jump into my arms, but the shriek took me by surprise. Mind tellin' me why you were so eager to get into my arms, love?" He said with amusement. With that, the cold feeling, and whispers vanished. Celia turned scarlet, and put her feet back on the deck. Hadn't he felt it too? Why hadn't he heard the whispers? Oh God, something was going to happen to her. Oh no, Celia was going to die. NO! Celia was too young to die! She hadn't gotten married, overcome some insane childish fears, or tried REALLY good cake. She didn't want to die. Celia had to calm down; the knock on the head probably just jarred her. It felt all so real though.
Jack was looking at her with a concerned expression. Celia looked around the deck, everyone had returned to their duties. No one seemed to be out of place. So, it had really had been just her experiencing that. Odd.
"What's your name, love?" Jack asked her cautiously, as if not to set her off.
"C-C-Celia T-Thomas." She managed to choke out. He laughed. That JACKASS! She had just been scared nearly to death, not to mention the fact that she had been terrified before that, also she had fallen, hurting her head, and he was laughing at her? Oh God, why wasn't anything cutting her any slack?
He stuck out his hand. Celia hesitated, and finally swung her hand up, totally missing Jack's hand hitting one of Jack's more vital parts. She jumped back and yelped. Smooth. Real Smooth. Jack hunched over, and squeezed his eyes tight shut.
"I think you missed." An amused female voice said coming up to join Celia and Jack. Celia looked at the woman; she was a pirate.
"I'm so- I-I'm s-so- so sorry." She squeaked out. Jack grunted, and the woman beside Celia laughed.
"Ana Maria, would you show Miss Thomas where she'll be staying?" Jack's voice was high, and unsteady.
"Aye, Aye Captain." Ana Maria said with an air of amusement. She grabbed Celia's arm, and led her away. Wait, what did he mean, staying? What did he want with her? She just knocked his nuts, and he wanted her to stay aboard? That meant he had a reason for keeping her didn't it? Oh shit, why were bad things always happening to her?
Ana Maria had a smile plastered on her face, apparently she was very happy about Celia hitting Jack's equipment. Unfortunately for Celia, this had distracted Ana Maria. And while Celia wasn't paying attention, Celia walked head first into a wall thanks to Ana Maria's lead. Celia was probably going to end up suffering from brain damage before the end of the day.
All right folks this gets updated if you review. It will also probably become more humorous, right now it's just character development. Wait until we've dug into the deep depths of Celia's poor distraught mind.