Frog!?
Well, myep. Here's another fun fact, I originally wasn't going to use Celia for this story, but instead a character I've affectionately dubbed Dizzy. Dizzy's a brave, kind, VERY klutzy, naive, kind of moronic, bold girl who always manages to get herself, and anyone else she knows into a whole mess of trouble. She just didn't fit in with where I wanted this to go, so Celia was spawned. I might still give Dizzy her own story, but right now I'm REALLY enjoying writing Celia.
When Celia woke up it took about ten minutes of panic before she realized that the blood on her pillow had come from her nosebleed. Celia groaned and stretched. After a few minutes of random stretching while singing the 'I Want a Banana' song, she stood up. She stood there for a few minutes thinking. A knock sounded at the door, and without waiting for an answer it swung open. Celia grabbed her pillow ready to hit Jack with it, but Jack wasn't standing there. Ana Maria was. Damn it, she had been looking forward to whacking Jack with a pillow- again.
"You're wanted up on deck." Ana Maria stated simply. Celia nodded and put the pillow back on the bed. She noticed a small smile on Ana Maria's face before she walked out the door. Celia followed her in close suit.
After they reached the deck, Ana Maria motioned toward Jack. Celia nodded, and walked over to Jack, who was steering the ship while periodically looking at his compass.
"Umm." Celia said attempting to catch his attention.
"Just sit down, and don't touch ANYTHING. You've already proved that not only are you graceless, but you're also mad, lass." He said quick and to the point. Celia turned her head up indignantly.
"Y-Yeah w-w-well- err, you look like a frog!" A frog?! Was that the best she could come up with? After all the insane fantasies and mental sarcastic remarks the best she had was 'You look like a frog'? He didn't even look like a frog. Jack turned and looked at her strangely.
"A frog?" He asked perplexed. Celia pushed her hair behind her ears and raised her chin defiantly.
"Yes, a FROG!" She defended. Jack stared at her for a few minutes before turning back to the wheel muttering something underneath his breath. Yes! A victory for Celia! All right, so it wasn't TECHNICALLY a victory, but it felt just as good.
Celia stood there for a couple of minutes. Myep, it sure was a nice day. Uh huh it was very nice. It looked like it was about noon. Mmhmm. Celia stood awkwardly for a few more minutes. Why was she up here anyway? She could have hovered awkwardly back in the tiny room she was assigned. Oh well. After a couple of seconds past she sat down on the deck. Celia twiddled her thumbs. AAAAAAHHHH! NO MORE! The lack of stimulation was maddening. She had to DO something, anything!
Despite the uproar due to the damn boredom going on in Celia's poor twisted mind, her exterior was calm, and reserved. No one would've been able to guess that her thoughts were on a battle against ennui. Her mind was scattered, but her body was composed.
Celia began to lightly sing 'I Want a Banana.' This was SO damn irritating. It felt like her brain was going to explode, and the truly pathetic part of all this was she hadn't been out here for a full ten minutes.
"AARRGG!! THE BOREDOM! THE BOREDOM!" She shrieked finally snapping.
"Raving mad." She heard Jack mumble.
"At least I don't look like a frog." She retorted stressing the I.
"I DO NOT look like a frog." He said turning to face her.
"DO TOO!" She said laughing.
"DO NOT!" Jack didn't seem to find it quite as amusing.
"RIBBIT! RIBBIT!" Celia shouted back mockingly.
"Captain-" A voice said approaching the two.
"WHAT?!" Jack said wheeling around to face the person the voice belonged too; it was a round pirate.
"I mean- what is it Gibbs?" Jack said regaining his composure.
"We're coming up on The Midnight Storm." Gibbs stated. He looked at Celia.
"Don't bother saying it Gibbs, I know, bad luck. Get ready to attack," he said preventing Gibbs from saying anything else.
"Aye, aye Captain." He said turning to relay the orders. Jack turned to look at the now horror stricken Celia.
"You might want to get back below the deck, lass." He said, and turned back around. Celia just did as she was told choosing not to mention the fact that her being up there had served no purpose excluding agitating Jack.
Celia felt the familiar symptoms of fear arising. They were going to attack another ship. Oh great. Now Celia would be stuck below deck listening to all the gunfire not knowing who was winning. Praying that she got to live to try good pudding. On the plus side she had another small victory over Jack. Although she had a suspicion it wasn't over yet. He probably wasn't happy with her telling him he looked like a frog notwithstanding the fact he didn't. Yes, Captain Jack Sparrow definitely did NOT look like a frog. Oh well, it didn't matter.
Celia rubbed her temples with her already shaking hands. This was going to be one of those nights that give her signs of early aging. Damn it! Why did fate mock her like this?
Well that certainly was an interesting one to type. Has anyone noticed the SUBTLE plot development points hidden throughout each chapter starting with the first one? I mean the REALLY subtle ones. Probably not. Oh well, you'll catch on to them later. Review and I'll update.
Well, myep. Here's another fun fact, I originally wasn't going to use Celia for this story, but instead a character I've affectionately dubbed Dizzy. Dizzy's a brave, kind, VERY klutzy, naive, kind of moronic, bold girl who always manages to get herself, and anyone else she knows into a whole mess of trouble. She just didn't fit in with where I wanted this to go, so Celia was spawned. I might still give Dizzy her own story, but right now I'm REALLY enjoying writing Celia.
When Celia woke up it took about ten minutes of panic before she realized that the blood on her pillow had come from her nosebleed. Celia groaned and stretched. After a few minutes of random stretching while singing the 'I Want a Banana' song, she stood up. She stood there for a few minutes thinking. A knock sounded at the door, and without waiting for an answer it swung open. Celia grabbed her pillow ready to hit Jack with it, but Jack wasn't standing there. Ana Maria was. Damn it, she had been looking forward to whacking Jack with a pillow- again.
"You're wanted up on deck." Ana Maria stated simply. Celia nodded and put the pillow back on the bed. She noticed a small smile on Ana Maria's face before she walked out the door. Celia followed her in close suit.
After they reached the deck, Ana Maria motioned toward Jack. Celia nodded, and walked over to Jack, who was steering the ship while periodically looking at his compass.
"Umm." Celia said attempting to catch his attention.
"Just sit down, and don't touch ANYTHING. You've already proved that not only are you graceless, but you're also mad, lass." He said quick and to the point. Celia turned her head up indignantly.
"Y-Yeah w-w-well- err, you look like a frog!" A frog?! Was that the best she could come up with? After all the insane fantasies and mental sarcastic remarks the best she had was 'You look like a frog'? He didn't even look like a frog. Jack turned and looked at her strangely.
"A frog?" He asked perplexed. Celia pushed her hair behind her ears and raised her chin defiantly.
"Yes, a FROG!" She defended. Jack stared at her for a few minutes before turning back to the wheel muttering something underneath his breath. Yes! A victory for Celia! All right, so it wasn't TECHNICALLY a victory, but it felt just as good.
Celia stood there for a couple of minutes. Myep, it sure was a nice day. Uh huh it was very nice. It looked like it was about noon. Mmhmm. Celia stood awkwardly for a few more minutes. Why was she up here anyway? She could have hovered awkwardly back in the tiny room she was assigned. Oh well. After a couple of seconds past she sat down on the deck. Celia twiddled her thumbs. AAAAAAHHHH! NO MORE! The lack of stimulation was maddening. She had to DO something, anything!
Despite the uproar due to the damn boredom going on in Celia's poor twisted mind, her exterior was calm, and reserved. No one would've been able to guess that her thoughts were on a battle against ennui. Her mind was scattered, but her body was composed.
Celia began to lightly sing 'I Want a Banana.' This was SO damn irritating. It felt like her brain was going to explode, and the truly pathetic part of all this was she hadn't been out here for a full ten minutes.
"AARRGG!! THE BOREDOM! THE BOREDOM!" She shrieked finally snapping.
"Raving mad." She heard Jack mumble.
"At least I don't look like a frog." She retorted stressing the I.
"I DO NOT look like a frog." He said turning to face her.
"DO TOO!" She said laughing.
"DO NOT!" Jack didn't seem to find it quite as amusing.
"RIBBIT! RIBBIT!" Celia shouted back mockingly.
"Captain-" A voice said approaching the two.
"WHAT?!" Jack said wheeling around to face the person the voice belonged too; it was a round pirate.
"I mean- what is it Gibbs?" Jack said regaining his composure.
"We're coming up on The Midnight Storm." Gibbs stated. He looked at Celia.
"Don't bother saying it Gibbs, I know, bad luck. Get ready to attack," he said preventing Gibbs from saying anything else.
"Aye, aye Captain." He said turning to relay the orders. Jack turned to look at the now horror stricken Celia.
"You might want to get back below the deck, lass." He said, and turned back around. Celia just did as she was told choosing not to mention the fact that her being up there had served no purpose excluding agitating Jack.
Celia felt the familiar symptoms of fear arising. They were going to attack another ship. Oh great. Now Celia would be stuck below deck listening to all the gunfire not knowing who was winning. Praying that she got to live to try good pudding. On the plus side she had another small victory over Jack. Although she had a suspicion it wasn't over yet. He probably wasn't happy with her telling him he looked like a frog notwithstanding the fact he didn't. Yes, Captain Jack Sparrow definitely did NOT look like a frog. Oh well, it didn't matter.
Celia rubbed her temples with her already shaking hands. This was going to be one of those nights that give her signs of early aging. Damn it! Why did fate mock her like this?
Well that certainly was an interesting one to type. Has anyone noticed the SUBTLE plot development points hidden throughout each chapter starting with the first one? I mean the REALLY subtle ones. Probably not. Oh well, you'll catch on to them later. Review and I'll update.