Nervous Giggles
Hey, wow. I'm able to update. Myep. Fun Fact was that I was originally going to name Celia Ellie, but changed my mind after writing the first chapter.
Jack stood looking through the bars deep in thought. Damn him, and his non- explanative ways. Celia scrambled to get back to her feet, had a small battle with her dress, and finally managed to get herself standing strait. Who was the sadistic asshole that came up with the idea of wearing dresses?
"Tell me what's going on!" Celia pleaded to Jack like a child begging for a cookie. Jack paid her no heed, still deep in thought. Asshole. She got sick pleasure from knowing that eventually, he'd be dead. No one lives forever. After a couple of seconds footsteps could be heard approaching the brig. The door slid open, and the pale face of a boy about Celia's age peeked his head into the room. It was the idiot that brought her over. He pushed the door all the way open and walked in. Jack snapped into attention.
"You're the idiot that destroyed my ship!" Jack exclaimed anger rising. The boy giggled nervously.
"Err- yeah. I don't suppose an apology would do any good." He replied, his eyes down cast. Jack growled, and his hands twitched. Celia knew that twitch; it meant he wanted nothing more than to strangle the dumb ass.
"I'm going to take a guess and say that's a no." He was doing his best to look as far away from Jack, without turning, it looked kind of painful.
"Errm- The captain sent me down here to get Miss Thomas," he went on, "he said that if I get any trouble about it, I should remind you that you've already got one moron in your cell, and you wouldn't want to deal with another one." Jack looked at Celia, then at the idiot, sighed, and moved to the far corner of the cell, away from the door. Celia could have slapped into next week.
"I'm Doney Balls by the way." Doney Balls? What kind of half-assed name was that? (Congratulations pointy ears are my thing!) Doney pushed a key into the locked door, and turned it. After a quick click of the lock the door swung open, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her out. She yelped out of the force of his tug. Damn moron.
He led her out of the room, and strait into another where, to Celia's horror sat the scarred snake on opium, aka Hart. Her eyes went wide, and she began to tremble horribly (aww, our good old scared Celia's back).
"Lass, I'm warning you now, if you lied to me I'll kill you in the most painful way imaginable." Now that scared Celia beyond reason, I mean, she's imagined some pretty damn painful deaths, and he thought he could top that all off.
Celia stuttered out a series of incomprehensible sounds.
"I just want to be sure that you didn't change any details about where the Diamond Dragon is. I mean, neither one of us would want that, you more than me." Why did Celia feel all morbid, and doomed all of the sudden?
"Is there anything you'd like to add to your story?" He asked leaning in close to her. Celia thought for a moment. What the hell could she add? Well she could always say- wait no; if there's one thing that Celia's learned over the years of living with George, it's stick to your lie. She remembered when she'd told on George, and he'd come up with some lame ass excuse, and even when all evidence pointed to him, he stuck with his lie. You wouldn't believe the shit he got away with by sticking beside his lie.
Celia shook her head, not trusting her voice. Hart considered her, and smiled maliciously. Oh how she wanted to damn him to an early grave.
"You sure lass?" He was looking at her suspiciously. Oh damn, there probably wasn't even a Shark Island. Damn it! She was screwed.
She nodded. It was too late to come up with more "information," she'd just have to stick with what she's got. Well on the topic of what Celia's got; we all remember Celia's number one talent don't we? DON"T WE!? Well, that special talent of hers was going to be used. Right when Hart started laughing like the insane psychopath he was. Celia about had a hart-attack (heh heh hart, get it?) when he began laughing, not soon after was she sucking in air, flailing her arms around, screaming, and running in circles. Hart stopped laughing, and just watched her run around in circles with a shocked look on his face. Apparently he hadn't been expecting that reaction.
"Bloody hell lass, you are a real nut aren't you?" Celia was barely able to here that over her own screams. Yeah, maybe she was slightly off the wall, but at least she didn't laugh insanely, well she did when she attacked Jack with a pillow, but other than that-
A hand clamped firmly over her mouth, and she was forced to face Hart.
"You know, I was going to toy with your mind for a little while, but damn- I mean I don't need to mess with you, lass, your already messed up enough." Ooh how she wished him severe pain.
"Take her back to the brig, and for all of our sakes, make sure she doesn't get out." Hart instructed to the guy who had his hand over her mouth. Damn that Hart asshole. Like she would do anything stupid enough to cause people SERIOUS harm. Well, there was that one time when she'd accidentally caused a guy to be permanently immobilized because of a pig, but she didn't want to go into that.
Doney waved to her enthusiastically as the much bigger pirate, who still hadn't released her mouth, forced her past. Even is she could, she wasn't sure she would have waved back. He was the kind of person to steer clear of for fear of your life, but then again so was Celia.
He opened the cell, and tossed her in. She landed hard on her ass. Damn just when the pain there had finally began to dull.
"Was that you screamin'?" Asked Jack looking down at her as she rubbed her sore butt.
"No, it was Hart, I managed to pin him down, and beat the living shit out of him, making him scream like a girl. Of coarse it was me." She almost tasted the sarcasm in her words, but if she could, she knew it would have tasted really good.
Well there ya have it. Again congratulations to pointy ears are my thing, pick your prize, and make sure it's within reason. Other than that, I don't have anything to put here, so I'll just take up space, and juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust write just like that. There I hope that got rid of enough space. As always, review me people, I do value your input, and listen to suggestions. It makes me feel like a big person.
Hey, wow. I'm able to update. Myep. Fun Fact was that I was originally going to name Celia Ellie, but changed my mind after writing the first chapter.
Jack stood looking through the bars deep in thought. Damn him, and his non- explanative ways. Celia scrambled to get back to her feet, had a small battle with her dress, and finally managed to get herself standing strait. Who was the sadistic asshole that came up with the idea of wearing dresses?
"Tell me what's going on!" Celia pleaded to Jack like a child begging for a cookie. Jack paid her no heed, still deep in thought. Asshole. She got sick pleasure from knowing that eventually, he'd be dead. No one lives forever. After a couple of seconds footsteps could be heard approaching the brig. The door slid open, and the pale face of a boy about Celia's age peeked his head into the room. It was the idiot that brought her over. He pushed the door all the way open and walked in. Jack snapped into attention.
"You're the idiot that destroyed my ship!" Jack exclaimed anger rising. The boy giggled nervously.
"Err- yeah. I don't suppose an apology would do any good." He replied, his eyes down cast. Jack growled, and his hands twitched. Celia knew that twitch; it meant he wanted nothing more than to strangle the dumb ass.
"I'm going to take a guess and say that's a no." He was doing his best to look as far away from Jack, without turning, it looked kind of painful.
"Errm- The captain sent me down here to get Miss Thomas," he went on, "he said that if I get any trouble about it, I should remind you that you've already got one moron in your cell, and you wouldn't want to deal with another one." Jack looked at Celia, then at the idiot, sighed, and moved to the far corner of the cell, away from the door. Celia could have slapped into next week.
"I'm Doney Balls by the way." Doney Balls? What kind of half-assed name was that? (Congratulations pointy ears are my thing!) Doney pushed a key into the locked door, and turned it. After a quick click of the lock the door swung open, and he grabbed her arm, yanking her out. She yelped out of the force of his tug. Damn moron.
He led her out of the room, and strait into another where, to Celia's horror sat the scarred snake on opium, aka Hart. Her eyes went wide, and she began to tremble horribly (aww, our good old scared Celia's back).
"Lass, I'm warning you now, if you lied to me I'll kill you in the most painful way imaginable." Now that scared Celia beyond reason, I mean, she's imagined some pretty damn painful deaths, and he thought he could top that all off.
Celia stuttered out a series of incomprehensible sounds.
"I just want to be sure that you didn't change any details about where the Diamond Dragon is. I mean, neither one of us would want that, you more than me." Why did Celia feel all morbid, and doomed all of the sudden?
"Is there anything you'd like to add to your story?" He asked leaning in close to her. Celia thought for a moment. What the hell could she add? Well she could always say- wait no; if there's one thing that Celia's learned over the years of living with George, it's stick to your lie. She remembered when she'd told on George, and he'd come up with some lame ass excuse, and even when all evidence pointed to him, he stuck with his lie. You wouldn't believe the shit he got away with by sticking beside his lie.
Celia shook her head, not trusting her voice. Hart considered her, and smiled maliciously. Oh how she wanted to damn him to an early grave.
"You sure lass?" He was looking at her suspiciously. Oh damn, there probably wasn't even a Shark Island. Damn it! She was screwed.
She nodded. It was too late to come up with more "information," she'd just have to stick with what she's got. Well on the topic of what Celia's got; we all remember Celia's number one talent don't we? DON"T WE!? Well, that special talent of hers was going to be used. Right when Hart started laughing like the insane psychopath he was. Celia about had a hart-attack (heh heh hart, get it?) when he began laughing, not soon after was she sucking in air, flailing her arms around, screaming, and running in circles. Hart stopped laughing, and just watched her run around in circles with a shocked look on his face. Apparently he hadn't been expecting that reaction.
"Bloody hell lass, you are a real nut aren't you?" Celia was barely able to here that over her own screams. Yeah, maybe she was slightly off the wall, but at least she didn't laugh insanely, well she did when she attacked Jack with a pillow, but other than that-
A hand clamped firmly over her mouth, and she was forced to face Hart.
"You know, I was going to toy with your mind for a little while, but damn- I mean I don't need to mess with you, lass, your already messed up enough." Ooh how she wished him severe pain.
"Take her back to the brig, and for all of our sakes, make sure she doesn't get out." Hart instructed to the guy who had his hand over her mouth. Damn that Hart asshole. Like she would do anything stupid enough to cause people SERIOUS harm. Well, there was that one time when she'd accidentally caused a guy to be permanently immobilized because of a pig, but she didn't want to go into that.
Doney waved to her enthusiastically as the much bigger pirate, who still hadn't released her mouth, forced her past. Even is she could, she wasn't sure she would have waved back. He was the kind of person to steer clear of for fear of your life, but then again so was Celia.
He opened the cell, and tossed her in. She landed hard on her ass. Damn just when the pain there had finally began to dull.
"Was that you screamin'?" Asked Jack looking down at her as she rubbed her sore butt.
"No, it was Hart, I managed to pin him down, and beat the living shit out of him, making him scream like a girl. Of coarse it was me." She almost tasted the sarcasm in her words, but if she could, she knew it would have tasted really good.
Well there ya have it. Again congratulations to pointy ears are my thing, pick your prize, and make sure it's within reason. Other than that, I don't have anything to put here, so I'll just take up space, and juuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuust write just like that. There I hope that got rid of enough space. As always, review me people, I do value your input, and listen to suggestions. It makes me feel like a big person.