Gunshot
Eheheheh. I'm baaaaack. Myep. Uh huh. Today's fun fact is I come up with ideas for this fic while swinging on my swing set in my backyard. That's so pathetic, but I don't care! I love being a dork!
Jack pulled out his cutlass, and walked very quickly toward the boy, pointing the sword at him. Celia almost felt bad for the twit, key word being almost.
"I'll cut you to pieces for that." His words were long and drawn out. Just as he began to lift the cutlass two guns found there way to each side of his head.
"Drop the cutlass." Said the surly pirate holding one of the guns. The sword clattered to the deck.
Celia picked up the gun that had been flung at her throbbing head. Someone came up behind her, and grabbed her arm towing her up to where Jack was. It was only a matter of seconds that the entire crew of the former Black Pearl was rounded up. Celia felt her eyes go wide, and her heart start to hammer.
"Well, Jack Sparrow-" Said another pirate walking up to join the not so happy gathering.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected.
"Oh well, pardon me, Captain." The last word held a deep sarcasm to it that must have taken years to perfect.
"This certainly is an interesting change of events. Amazing how the stupidity of one can destroy all chances of victory for the once winning team." He laughed sadistically. His gaze turned to Celia. Oh shit.
"And you must be Miss Celia Thomas. You can put the gun down, lass. I don't think you could really shoot anything with how bad you're trembling." He smiled. Damn him. She was trembling- that bad. Ok so maybe she was. All right she was practically jumping up and down, but didn't she have a right to be afraid right now? And damn it, IT WASN'T FUNNY!
"I'm Captain Lee Hart." Ironic. A captain of a pirate ship called 'Captain Hart.' Had this been another situation Celia might have laughed. Wait that wasn't true. She'd NEVER laugh unless prompted to by a joke, or by other people laughing. Celia was too scared that the person she was laughing at would get angry.
He thrust forth his hand. Oh damn. Her mind flashed back to the last time she attempted a handshake. Jack looked at her funny. She was too frightened to move.
"No need to be afraid, lass, it's only a handshake. I promise not to kill you." Hart said laughing. If only he knew that wasn't what she was scared of. A pair of hands pushed Celia forward. Celia jumped in shock- pulling the trigger. The bullet hit Hart in the arm, going all the way through hitting a pirate behind him in the chest. That was it NO MORE HAND SHAKES! From then on whenever someone wanted to shake her hand, they would just have to be disappointed. The man from behind fell to the ground, Hart gasped, hunched, and grabbed his arm, and Celia jumped into Jack's arms shrieking.
Hart released his arm to grab a pistol. Jack dropped Celia, and she hit the deck; hard. Oh damn, she'd probably get a big bruise on her big round ass. Hart aimed the gun at Celia. Jack stepped in front of Celia, and put his index finger on the barrel of the pistol pointed at her, and pushed it away.
"You can kill her, mate, but that won't do much good. She's the only one that knows the location of the last piece of the Diamond Dragon." Jack said leaning in close to Hart. Celia rubbed her tender posterior, and looked up at Jack. Hadn't they already had this conversation? She had no clue what the hell the Diamond Dragon was, much less know where a piece of it was.
"You can kill her after you find out where it is." Hart considered Jack's words. Oh damn. She was of no use. They obviously had the wrong girl. There must be another Celia Thomas somewhere out there that they have her confused with. She was going to die. (Aww isn't she a cheerful one?)
"I know the locations to the rest of the pieces, mate. It wasn't easy figuring out where they are, but I did." Jack smiled.
"Now why the sudden interest in helping us Mr. Sparrow?" Hart asked suspicious.
"Captain Sparrow, savvy? I'd like to make an accord. I'll tell you, and even help you find all the stray pieces for fifty percent, and me and the rest of my crew get off safely at Tortuga." Hart again considered Jack's words.
"Ten percent." Hart stated. There was a brief conflict of percentage before they agreed on twenty-seven percent, and shook hands. While doing this they both looked at Celia. What? It was her fault all that happened? Ok maybe it was, but still, it wasn't like she WANTED to do it. Fine she might have received some sick twisted pleasure from putting them through the pain, but seriously.
A pirate from behind Celia, she guessed the one to push her forward, lifted her to her feet, and moved her up in front of Hart.
"Where is the last piece to the Diamond Dragon?" Hart asked her. What a wonderfully blunt and creepy individual. He kind of looked like a snake on opium that's been in a lot of fights. Celia smacked herself around mentally trying to think of what the hell they were talking about. Damn, oh damn, oh damn. Celia could practically taste the bullet in her already pained head. She couldn't think of anything.
"W-W-Why w-would I t-tell y-you if y-y-your o-only g-g-g-g-going t-to k-k-kill m-me?" Those were probably some of the single boldest words, well besides the whole frog and pillow thing, that Celia had ever said.
"You've got a point, lass. If you tell me, I'll let you off safely at the next place we stop." Hart said smiling. Oh no, she wasn't falling for that again. Uh-hu. She was smarter than that.
"S-S-Swear?" She asked. Ok maybe she would be falling for that again.
"Oh course, lass." His smile was REALLY unnerving. Oh well, Celia had a bigger problem, she still had NO clue what they were talking about, and she had to come up with something quick.
"I-I-It's in a c-c-cave," well when all else failed, it was time for the good old fashion standby; make it up, "in Sh-Sha-Shark I-I-Island." Were there any caves on Shark Island? Celia wasn't entirely sure that Shark Island existed. Hell she didn't even know the name of the place she was supposed to be moving to. Damn it she was screwed.
"Could you be more specific than that?" He asked listening to her closely.
"Err, it's o-o-on th-the south e-end o-of the i-i-i-island. It's by a- err- giant tree." Giant tree? That was weak.
"And th-the p-p-pie-piece is a-a-at the b-b-bottom of an un-under- underground p-pond, aft-after a h-huge dr-dro-drop off. J-Just k-k-keep w- walking for-forward, and wh-when y-you h-have t-t-t-to turn, al-always take a-a-a-alternating l-left a-a-and r-right paths." She managed to choke out. She could only pray they swallowed the load of shit she'd just fed them.
Hart looked her over. Celia pulled a serious, but still scared face. Celia's rear end started hurting badly again, during her 'instructions' the pain had been forgotten, but now as if punishing her it hurt again. VERY badly. That's when Celia felt it for the third time that day, a rush of cold air swept around her. Damn it what alternate force was relishing in watching her suffer? She felt like a rabid cow that had just got mad cow disease, despite the fact that she'd never heard of a rabid cow.
Yay. Not one of the better chapters I know, but look at all that plot development. I mean, wow. I've been putting it off for a while now, but I finally managed to get a lot of it in one chapter. Don't worry though, things will pick up next chapter with some laugh worthy moments that will have you on the floor laughing. Wait, I don't know that, for all I know you could all hate this story, and are just getting bribed by someone to give it good reviews. I'm on to you, so you better be careful. Oh yeah, I'm having a 'name the moron' contest. Submit the name you think most fits the moron that brought Celia over, and someone will- err win. I don't know what the prize will be. I'll let the winner decide as long as it's within reason, that means absolutely NO skinny dipping on my part, well maybe-
Eheheheh. I'm baaaaack. Myep. Uh huh. Today's fun fact is I come up with ideas for this fic while swinging on my swing set in my backyard. That's so pathetic, but I don't care! I love being a dork!
Jack pulled out his cutlass, and walked very quickly toward the boy, pointing the sword at him. Celia almost felt bad for the twit, key word being almost.
"I'll cut you to pieces for that." His words were long and drawn out. Just as he began to lift the cutlass two guns found there way to each side of his head.
"Drop the cutlass." Said the surly pirate holding one of the guns. The sword clattered to the deck.
Celia picked up the gun that had been flung at her throbbing head. Someone came up behind her, and grabbed her arm towing her up to where Jack was. It was only a matter of seconds that the entire crew of the former Black Pearl was rounded up. Celia felt her eyes go wide, and her heart start to hammer.
"Well, Jack Sparrow-" Said another pirate walking up to join the not so happy gathering.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack corrected.
"Oh well, pardon me, Captain." The last word held a deep sarcasm to it that must have taken years to perfect.
"This certainly is an interesting change of events. Amazing how the stupidity of one can destroy all chances of victory for the once winning team." He laughed sadistically. His gaze turned to Celia. Oh shit.
"And you must be Miss Celia Thomas. You can put the gun down, lass. I don't think you could really shoot anything with how bad you're trembling." He smiled. Damn him. She was trembling- that bad. Ok so maybe she was. All right she was practically jumping up and down, but didn't she have a right to be afraid right now? And damn it, IT WASN'T FUNNY!
"I'm Captain Lee Hart." Ironic. A captain of a pirate ship called 'Captain Hart.' Had this been another situation Celia might have laughed. Wait that wasn't true. She'd NEVER laugh unless prompted to by a joke, or by other people laughing. Celia was too scared that the person she was laughing at would get angry.
He thrust forth his hand. Oh damn. Her mind flashed back to the last time she attempted a handshake. Jack looked at her funny. She was too frightened to move.
"No need to be afraid, lass, it's only a handshake. I promise not to kill you." Hart said laughing. If only he knew that wasn't what she was scared of. A pair of hands pushed Celia forward. Celia jumped in shock- pulling the trigger. The bullet hit Hart in the arm, going all the way through hitting a pirate behind him in the chest. That was it NO MORE HAND SHAKES! From then on whenever someone wanted to shake her hand, they would just have to be disappointed. The man from behind fell to the ground, Hart gasped, hunched, and grabbed his arm, and Celia jumped into Jack's arms shrieking.
Hart released his arm to grab a pistol. Jack dropped Celia, and she hit the deck; hard. Oh damn, she'd probably get a big bruise on her big round ass. Hart aimed the gun at Celia. Jack stepped in front of Celia, and put his index finger on the barrel of the pistol pointed at her, and pushed it away.
"You can kill her, mate, but that won't do much good. She's the only one that knows the location of the last piece of the Diamond Dragon." Jack said leaning in close to Hart. Celia rubbed her tender posterior, and looked up at Jack. Hadn't they already had this conversation? She had no clue what the hell the Diamond Dragon was, much less know where a piece of it was.
"You can kill her after you find out where it is." Hart considered Jack's words. Oh damn. She was of no use. They obviously had the wrong girl. There must be another Celia Thomas somewhere out there that they have her confused with. She was going to die. (Aww isn't she a cheerful one?)
"I know the locations to the rest of the pieces, mate. It wasn't easy figuring out where they are, but I did." Jack smiled.
"Now why the sudden interest in helping us Mr. Sparrow?" Hart asked suspicious.
"Captain Sparrow, savvy? I'd like to make an accord. I'll tell you, and even help you find all the stray pieces for fifty percent, and me and the rest of my crew get off safely at Tortuga." Hart again considered Jack's words.
"Ten percent." Hart stated. There was a brief conflict of percentage before they agreed on twenty-seven percent, and shook hands. While doing this they both looked at Celia. What? It was her fault all that happened? Ok maybe it was, but still, it wasn't like she WANTED to do it. Fine she might have received some sick twisted pleasure from putting them through the pain, but seriously.
A pirate from behind Celia, she guessed the one to push her forward, lifted her to her feet, and moved her up in front of Hart.
"Where is the last piece to the Diamond Dragon?" Hart asked her. What a wonderfully blunt and creepy individual. He kind of looked like a snake on opium that's been in a lot of fights. Celia smacked herself around mentally trying to think of what the hell they were talking about. Damn, oh damn, oh damn. Celia could practically taste the bullet in her already pained head. She couldn't think of anything.
"W-W-Why w-would I t-tell y-you if y-y-your o-only g-g-g-g-going t-to k-k-kill m-me?" Those were probably some of the single boldest words, well besides the whole frog and pillow thing, that Celia had ever said.
"You've got a point, lass. If you tell me, I'll let you off safely at the next place we stop." Hart said smiling. Oh no, she wasn't falling for that again. Uh-hu. She was smarter than that.
"S-S-Swear?" She asked. Ok maybe she would be falling for that again.
"Oh course, lass." His smile was REALLY unnerving. Oh well, Celia had a bigger problem, she still had NO clue what they were talking about, and she had to come up with something quick.
"I-I-It's in a c-c-cave," well when all else failed, it was time for the good old fashion standby; make it up, "in Sh-Sha-Shark I-I-Island." Were there any caves on Shark Island? Celia wasn't entirely sure that Shark Island existed. Hell she didn't even know the name of the place she was supposed to be moving to. Damn it she was screwed.
"Could you be more specific than that?" He asked listening to her closely.
"Err, it's o-o-on th-the south e-end o-of the i-i-i-island. It's by a- err- giant tree." Giant tree? That was weak.
"And th-the p-p-pie-piece is a-a-at the b-b-bottom of an un-under- underground p-pond, aft-after a h-huge dr-dro-drop off. J-Just k-k-keep w- walking for-forward, and wh-when y-you h-have t-t-t-to turn, al-always take a-a-a-alternating l-left a-a-and r-right paths." She managed to choke out. She could only pray they swallowed the load of shit she'd just fed them.
Hart looked her over. Celia pulled a serious, but still scared face. Celia's rear end started hurting badly again, during her 'instructions' the pain had been forgotten, but now as if punishing her it hurt again. VERY badly. That's when Celia felt it for the third time that day, a rush of cold air swept around her. Damn it what alternate force was relishing in watching her suffer? She felt like a rabid cow that had just got mad cow disease, despite the fact that she'd never heard of a rabid cow.
Yay. Not one of the better chapters I know, but look at all that plot development. I mean, wow. I've been putting it off for a while now, but I finally managed to get a lot of it in one chapter. Don't worry though, things will pick up next chapter with some laugh worthy moments that will have you on the floor laughing. Wait, I don't know that, for all I know you could all hate this story, and are just getting bribed by someone to give it good reviews. I'm on to you, so you better be careful. Oh yeah, I'm having a 'name the moron' contest. Submit the name you think most fits the moron that brought Celia over, and someone will- err win. I don't know what the prize will be. I'll let the winner decide as long as it's within reason, that means absolutely NO skinny dipping on my part, well maybe-