Explode
WEEHEEHOO! I don't know where that came from. Oh well. Fun Fact: I've already started planning the sequel to this, even though I'm nowhere near done, and I'm not totally sure how this will all work out yet.
Celia sat down on the bed upon returning to the miserable little room. Her hands were shaking. She didn't like what was going on. She had a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach, but then again she always had a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
It wasn't long after that the cannons and gunfire began to sound. Celia crawled under the covers, and pulled them up over her head. She started singing 'I Want a Banana' loudly in a desperate attempt to block out all the sound. She was eventually screaming it at the top of her lungs. Damn it, even that didn't stop the loud blasts from being ever-present. She held the pillow over her ears, and continued singing. It wasn't all too pleasant of a sight, but hey, it was working. The explosions were harder to hear.
She couldn't keep doing this; it was absolutely pathetic. Wait a minute, since when had that stopped her? She hadn't once cared about how pitiable she was, so why start now?
Celia groaned and started fiddling with her ring sitting up. After a few moments the cannon fire became infrequent. DAMN IT! She hated this. She was terrified beyond all reason with no comfort at all. Why did all the crazy shit have to happen to her?
Celia continued to fiddle with her ring, it offered a little comfort. Well at least until it flung off her finger, rolled across the floor and under the door. God damn it all. Celia got up and opened the door to retrieve her ring. It didn't quite work out that way though.
As Celia stepped out the butt of a gun collided with the back of her head sending her crushing to the floor. A foot nudged her side.
"Did I knock you unconscious?" A young male voice asked.
"N-N-N-No, b-but th-that did h-h-hurt really, really b-b-bad." She stuttered in both pain and in fear.
"DAMN! Are you sure?" He asked. Celia groaned.
"I was told to bring you back unconscious, I suppose I could just whack you again, but that might cause damage, and I don't think the captain would be happy about that. Wait, I got it. How 'bout you pretend to be unconscious!" He said the last part very pleased with his 'brilliance'.
"F-F-Fine." Celia groaned. He threw her over his shoulder and took her back up on deck.
"I was sent to get you. Kind of as a secret mission. I was told to sneak off our ship, and on to this one, then back, and make it so's that no one notices me. Yep I'm really sneaky. The captain trusts me with this kind of stuff a lot." He said with pride as he crept along the deck of the Black Pearl. She'd had to strain to here him through the gunfire coming from the other ship. It was making her head ache a whole lot worse.
"Oops." She heard him mutter. Wait oops? Celia didn't like oops. Whatever the oops was the goddamned idiot carrying her had better fix it. He laughed nervously. Oh that WASN'T good. Celia could practically taste the oncoming catastrophe.
"This is going to sound bad-" NO! NO! NO! BAAAD choice of words.
"But- heh- well, its kind of funny really-" DAMN IT! She was screwed.
"I can't find the rope I came over on." Celia relaxed. Well if that was it, then she was ok. I mean it was a bad thing for him, but not Celia; she was pretty much screwed either way.
"But that wasn't what I was going to say." Oh damn.
"You're going to think this is really stupid, but it made sense at the time. I-think-I-lit-a-little-bomb-thing-and-left-it-back-down-below- deck." He'd said it so fast she had barely been able to hear him, and it took a few seconds to string the words together. NO DAMN WAY! He HAD to be kidding. How could that have possibly made sense at ANY time?
Celia knew what was going to happen. It was time for some patented Celia style 'fun.' Celia pushed herself off of him, and screamed running around in circles pulling her hair.
"WE HAVE TO GET OFF OF HERE! GET US OFF! GET US OFF! YOU MORON! DO SOMETHING NOW!!" She shrieked, at him. He looked at her dumbly before grabbing her by the hand, and running up the side of the deck.
"HERE!" He said triumphantly grabbing a rope, apparently the one he came over on. He threw her over his shoulder and swung over to the other ship.
"WE'VE GOT TO GET AWAY FROM THAT SHIP! IT'S GOING TO BLOW UP!" He yelled as soon as they hit the deck, trying to be heard over the gunfire. Unfortunately no one heard him. He ran up to the steering wheel (what do they call those?), and spun it hard to the left moving it away from the Black Pearl knocking everyone to the deck. Guns flew from people's hands, and Celia had to duck due to the fact a pistol had been flying directly toward her already pounding head. The Black Pearl exploded just after they had gotten far enough away from it.
"MY SHIP!" Jack yelled running to the side of the boat watching his ship go up into flames. He turned and looked at Celia, who giggled nervously and pointed up at the guy who'd brought her over.
"Err- he did it before knocking me hard on the head with the butt of his gun." She said trying to smile. Jack glared at her for a few more seconds, as if not totally believing her story. Then turned and narrowed his eyes at the guy she'd pointed to.
Eh heh heh. Odd place to stop yes? Ok maybe destroying Jack's ship was a LITTLE harsh, but don't worry he'll get a new better one in the end. It all works out for the greater good. Sorry this wasn't out earlier; I was forced into going on this hellish vacation thing. Oh well. Review, and there will be more.
P.S. The rating to this may have to change, this was already a borderline fic, and so it might have to become R. Not for sex though. Just for violence and profanity. Anytime I try to write sexual stuff that earns over a PG-13 rating I blush furiously, and my hands start shaking, plus my sister reads my fics, and that would get REALLY awkward.
P.P.S. Actually nothing, I just always wanted to write P.P.S. Yes, I am a loser.
WEEHEEHOO! I don't know where that came from. Oh well. Fun Fact: I've already started planning the sequel to this, even though I'm nowhere near done, and I'm not totally sure how this will all work out yet.
Celia sat down on the bed upon returning to the miserable little room. Her hands were shaking. She didn't like what was going on. She had a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach, but then again she always had a nasty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
It wasn't long after that the cannons and gunfire began to sound. Celia crawled under the covers, and pulled them up over her head. She started singing 'I Want a Banana' loudly in a desperate attempt to block out all the sound. She was eventually screaming it at the top of her lungs. Damn it, even that didn't stop the loud blasts from being ever-present. She held the pillow over her ears, and continued singing. It wasn't all too pleasant of a sight, but hey, it was working. The explosions were harder to hear.
She couldn't keep doing this; it was absolutely pathetic. Wait a minute, since when had that stopped her? She hadn't once cared about how pitiable she was, so why start now?
Celia groaned and started fiddling with her ring sitting up. After a few moments the cannon fire became infrequent. DAMN IT! She hated this. She was terrified beyond all reason with no comfort at all. Why did all the crazy shit have to happen to her?
Celia continued to fiddle with her ring, it offered a little comfort. Well at least until it flung off her finger, rolled across the floor and under the door. God damn it all. Celia got up and opened the door to retrieve her ring. It didn't quite work out that way though.
As Celia stepped out the butt of a gun collided with the back of her head sending her crushing to the floor. A foot nudged her side.
"Did I knock you unconscious?" A young male voice asked.
"N-N-N-No, b-but th-that did h-h-hurt really, really b-b-bad." She stuttered in both pain and in fear.
"DAMN! Are you sure?" He asked. Celia groaned.
"I was told to bring you back unconscious, I suppose I could just whack you again, but that might cause damage, and I don't think the captain would be happy about that. Wait, I got it. How 'bout you pretend to be unconscious!" He said the last part very pleased with his 'brilliance'.
"F-F-Fine." Celia groaned. He threw her over his shoulder and took her back up on deck.
"I was sent to get you. Kind of as a secret mission. I was told to sneak off our ship, and on to this one, then back, and make it so's that no one notices me. Yep I'm really sneaky. The captain trusts me with this kind of stuff a lot." He said with pride as he crept along the deck of the Black Pearl. She'd had to strain to here him through the gunfire coming from the other ship. It was making her head ache a whole lot worse.
"Oops." She heard him mutter. Wait oops? Celia didn't like oops. Whatever the oops was the goddamned idiot carrying her had better fix it. He laughed nervously. Oh that WASN'T good. Celia could practically taste the oncoming catastrophe.
"This is going to sound bad-" NO! NO! NO! BAAAD choice of words.
"But- heh- well, its kind of funny really-" DAMN IT! She was screwed.
"I can't find the rope I came over on." Celia relaxed. Well if that was it, then she was ok. I mean it was a bad thing for him, but not Celia; she was pretty much screwed either way.
"But that wasn't what I was going to say." Oh damn.
"You're going to think this is really stupid, but it made sense at the time. I-think-I-lit-a-little-bomb-thing-and-left-it-back-down-below- deck." He'd said it so fast she had barely been able to hear him, and it took a few seconds to string the words together. NO DAMN WAY! He HAD to be kidding. How could that have possibly made sense at ANY time?
Celia knew what was going to happen. It was time for some patented Celia style 'fun.' Celia pushed herself off of him, and screamed running around in circles pulling her hair.
"WE HAVE TO GET OFF OF HERE! GET US OFF! GET US OFF! YOU MORON! DO SOMETHING NOW!!" She shrieked, at him. He looked at her dumbly before grabbing her by the hand, and running up the side of the deck.
"HERE!" He said triumphantly grabbing a rope, apparently the one he came over on. He threw her over his shoulder and swung over to the other ship.
"WE'VE GOT TO GET AWAY FROM THAT SHIP! IT'S GOING TO BLOW UP!" He yelled as soon as they hit the deck, trying to be heard over the gunfire. Unfortunately no one heard him. He ran up to the steering wheel (what do they call those?), and spun it hard to the left moving it away from the Black Pearl knocking everyone to the deck. Guns flew from people's hands, and Celia had to duck due to the fact a pistol had been flying directly toward her already pounding head. The Black Pearl exploded just after they had gotten far enough away from it.
"MY SHIP!" Jack yelled running to the side of the boat watching his ship go up into flames. He turned and looked at Celia, who giggled nervously and pointed up at the guy who'd brought her over.
"Err- he did it before knocking me hard on the head with the butt of his gun." She said trying to smile. Jack glared at her for a few more seconds, as if not totally believing her story. Then turned and narrowed his eyes at the guy she'd pointed to.
Eh heh heh. Odd place to stop yes? Ok maybe destroying Jack's ship was a LITTLE harsh, but don't worry he'll get a new better one in the end. It all works out for the greater good. Sorry this wasn't out earlier; I was forced into going on this hellish vacation thing. Oh well. Review, and there will be more.
P.S. The rating to this may have to change, this was already a borderline fic, and so it might have to become R. Not for sex though. Just for violence and profanity. Anytime I try to write sexual stuff that earns over a PG-13 rating I blush furiously, and my hands start shaking, plus my sister reads my fics, and that would get REALLY awkward.
P.P.S. Actually nothing, I just always wanted to write P.P.S. Yes, I am a loser.