Pillow
So umm, yeah, well, mmhhmm, this is the next chapter if you haven't guessed. Fun fact for this chapter is 'I Want a Banana' is a song I thought of while riding in a car to the Metallica Summer Sanitarium, which kicked ass.
Ouch. Ouch damn that hurt. Celia's left hand was holding her nose, she was pretty sure it hadn't been broken, but it was bleeding a little.
"Bloody hell," Oh yes, now there definitely was amusement in Jack's voice, "you're beating yourself up. I don't have to bother about revenge; you've already tortured yourself, lass. Ana Maria told that you walked head first into a wall. That had to hurt, especially after your trip." Asshole. Jackass. A happy little thought drifted into her head about her ripping his tongue out, and slapping him around with it. Ok, so it wasn't a very realistic vision, but a pleasant one nonetheless.
Celia moved her hand away from her nose; the palm of her hand had blood on it from her nose. Just great. Oh how goddamned wonderful. Celia looked up at Jack, who had a big smile on his face. Oh how she wished upon him a slow painful demise. Maybe it was time for Celia to admit she had a problem. You know imagining slow painful deaths for pretty much everyone she came across. Nah. That was ok.
Celia was becoming incredibly annoyed by that look on Jack's face. She was hot, scared, agitated, lonely, and seasick. This was a deadly combination, especially for Celia. This created a bit of temporary insanity for Celia. That would be the only possible explanation for why she whacked Jack on the head with a pillow. Under no circumstance, but apparently this one, would she have ever done anything like that.
Jack staggered backward as the pillow came in contact with his head. Celia laughed insanely, picked up the pillow, and went to whack him again, but Jack caught it. Celia tugged at the pillow trying to get it back, Jack held on as tightly as he could. Celia's knuckles were white, and a bead of sweat was rolling down the side of her face. After a few moments Celia smiled and let go of the pillow sending Jack crashing to the floor. Again Celia laughed insanely.
Celia pushed Jack out the room, and slammed the door. She laughed for a couple more seconds, but it was distant, and out of place. What the hell had she just done? More importantly why? What had snapped in Celia's poor distraught brain causing her to do that? Oh God, she felt distress growing in the pit of her stomach. Damn it. Damn it all to hell!
Celia pulled her hair. She was going to die, she was lucky to get away with not quite making Jack's hand shake, but she was never a lucky person. Her luck had likely just run out.
The door swung open again, and Jack came back in looking at her wildly.
"T-T-Tem-Temporary in-insanity." Celia tried to explain.
"Temporary? Lass, you haven't been anything but insane." He said with a mix of confusion, and amusement. Well, ok Celia would give him that, but that didn't change the fact that he was an asshole. He threw the pillow at her. Celia ducked, and it hit the wall, and fell on the bed.
That's when Celia felt, for the second time that day. A coldness swept around her. Oh God it was so cold. She felt something touch her stomach, but there was no one there but her and Jack, who wasn't touching her. Then she felt someone's hand run up her leg. Celia jumped. Then it felt like someone had pulled her into a hug from behind. Celia screamed and jumped up grabbing Jack's arm holding it as tightly as she could. Almost instantly the cold vanished.
"Definitely not temporary, love." Jack said looking at her. Celia blushed, and let go of his arm. So he hadn't felt it. Then why had she? Maybe she was losing her mind.
"I'll make you a deal, I'll drop you off at the next port, if you help me, savvy?" Jack asked looking at the flustered Celia. Help? How could Celia help him? The last time Celia tried to help someone the guy was attacked by a squirrel, and Celia hadn't come out from under her bed for a week. Despite this Celia nodded. She didn't want to be on a pirate ship, especially with the weird cold feeling-thingy she'd experienced twice in one day.
"Alright. What do you know about the Diamond Dragon?" What the hell was that chucklehead talking about? Diamond Dragon? That sounded like some kind of drink.
"N-N-Nothing." She said meeting his eyes. He looked at her weirdly.
"You said you're name was Celia Thomas, am I correct?" She nodded.
"Now that's interesting." He said looking a head with a distant look on his face. He turned and walked out the door.
"S-S-So y-you're g-g-g-going t-to l-l-let m-me off, r-right?" Celia asked cautiously.
"No, love, I'm not." He said turning to look at her. Celia's eyes widened. That lying son of a bitch. She grabbed the pillow from the bed, and chucked it at him. He grabbed it, and tossed it back to her.
"Y-You l-l-lied!" She said angry.
"Pirate." He said with that 'duh' look on his face.
"Oh yeah, and lass, I think your song needs a little bit of work." He said, then turned around, and walked away.
Arrogant prick. URRG! Oh how he infuriated Celia. Celia put the pillow over her face, and shouted obscenities into it. 'I Want a Banana' was a great song. That dumb ass just didn't have any taste. She lobbed the pillow at the bed, and punched it mercilessly imagining it was Jack's head.
After Celia was finished with her assault on the defenseless pillow, she laid down on the bed thinking about how she could, but wouldn't rid the world of the 'great Captain Jack Sparrow.' All those thoughts about hideous mutilations finally managed to calm her to sleep. All right maybe she DID have a problem.
Yay! Here's the greatest joke on the planet: A man walked into a psychiatrist's office wearing saran wrap shorts, and the psychiatrist says, "I can clearly see your nuts." AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I LOVE that one. Anyway review and more chapters will come.
So umm, yeah, well, mmhhmm, this is the next chapter if you haven't guessed. Fun fact for this chapter is 'I Want a Banana' is a song I thought of while riding in a car to the Metallica Summer Sanitarium, which kicked ass.
Ouch. Ouch damn that hurt. Celia's left hand was holding her nose, she was pretty sure it hadn't been broken, but it was bleeding a little.
"Bloody hell," Oh yes, now there definitely was amusement in Jack's voice, "you're beating yourself up. I don't have to bother about revenge; you've already tortured yourself, lass. Ana Maria told that you walked head first into a wall. That had to hurt, especially after your trip." Asshole. Jackass. A happy little thought drifted into her head about her ripping his tongue out, and slapping him around with it. Ok, so it wasn't a very realistic vision, but a pleasant one nonetheless.
Celia moved her hand away from her nose; the palm of her hand had blood on it from her nose. Just great. Oh how goddamned wonderful. Celia looked up at Jack, who had a big smile on his face. Oh how she wished upon him a slow painful demise. Maybe it was time for Celia to admit she had a problem. You know imagining slow painful deaths for pretty much everyone she came across. Nah. That was ok.
Celia was becoming incredibly annoyed by that look on Jack's face. She was hot, scared, agitated, lonely, and seasick. This was a deadly combination, especially for Celia. This created a bit of temporary insanity for Celia. That would be the only possible explanation for why she whacked Jack on the head with a pillow. Under no circumstance, but apparently this one, would she have ever done anything like that.
Jack staggered backward as the pillow came in contact with his head. Celia laughed insanely, picked up the pillow, and went to whack him again, but Jack caught it. Celia tugged at the pillow trying to get it back, Jack held on as tightly as he could. Celia's knuckles were white, and a bead of sweat was rolling down the side of her face. After a few moments Celia smiled and let go of the pillow sending Jack crashing to the floor. Again Celia laughed insanely.
Celia pushed Jack out the room, and slammed the door. She laughed for a couple more seconds, but it was distant, and out of place. What the hell had she just done? More importantly why? What had snapped in Celia's poor distraught brain causing her to do that? Oh God, she felt distress growing in the pit of her stomach. Damn it. Damn it all to hell!
Celia pulled her hair. She was going to die, she was lucky to get away with not quite making Jack's hand shake, but she was never a lucky person. Her luck had likely just run out.
The door swung open again, and Jack came back in looking at her wildly.
"T-T-Tem-Temporary in-insanity." Celia tried to explain.
"Temporary? Lass, you haven't been anything but insane." He said with a mix of confusion, and amusement. Well, ok Celia would give him that, but that didn't change the fact that he was an asshole. He threw the pillow at her. Celia ducked, and it hit the wall, and fell on the bed.
That's when Celia felt, for the second time that day. A coldness swept around her. Oh God it was so cold. She felt something touch her stomach, but there was no one there but her and Jack, who wasn't touching her. Then she felt someone's hand run up her leg. Celia jumped. Then it felt like someone had pulled her into a hug from behind. Celia screamed and jumped up grabbing Jack's arm holding it as tightly as she could. Almost instantly the cold vanished.
"Definitely not temporary, love." Jack said looking at her. Celia blushed, and let go of his arm. So he hadn't felt it. Then why had she? Maybe she was losing her mind.
"I'll make you a deal, I'll drop you off at the next port, if you help me, savvy?" Jack asked looking at the flustered Celia. Help? How could Celia help him? The last time Celia tried to help someone the guy was attacked by a squirrel, and Celia hadn't come out from under her bed for a week. Despite this Celia nodded. She didn't want to be on a pirate ship, especially with the weird cold feeling-thingy she'd experienced twice in one day.
"Alright. What do you know about the Diamond Dragon?" What the hell was that chucklehead talking about? Diamond Dragon? That sounded like some kind of drink.
"N-N-Nothing." She said meeting his eyes. He looked at her weirdly.
"You said you're name was Celia Thomas, am I correct?" She nodded.
"Now that's interesting." He said looking a head with a distant look on his face. He turned and walked out the door.
"S-S-So y-you're g-g-g-going t-to l-l-let m-me off, r-right?" Celia asked cautiously.
"No, love, I'm not." He said turning to look at her. Celia's eyes widened. That lying son of a bitch. She grabbed the pillow from the bed, and chucked it at him. He grabbed it, and tossed it back to her.
"Y-You l-l-lied!" She said angry.
"Pirate." He said with that 'duh' look on his face.
"Oh yeah, and lass, I think your song needs a little bit of work." He said, then turned around, and walked away.
Arrogant prick. URRG! Oh how he infuriated Celia. Celia put the pillow over her face, and shouted obscenities into it. 'I Want a Banana' was a great song. That dumb ass just didn't have any taste. She lobbed the pillow at the bed, and punched it mercilessly imagining it was Jack's head.
After Celia was finished with her assault on the defenseless pillow, she laid down on the bed thinking about how she could, but wouldn't rid the world of the 'great Captain Jack Sparrow.' All those thoughts about hideous mutilations finally managed to calm her to sleep. All right maybe she DID have a problem.
Yay! Here's the greatest joke on the planet: A man walked into a psychiatrist's office wearing saran wrap shorts, and the psychiatrist says, "I can clearly see your nuts." AHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I LOVE that one. Anyway review and more chapters will come.