Over to Shark Island
Ok I've got good news, and bad news. Actually I don't, I just always wanted to say that, and it's my story so THERE! If you don't like it you can just bite me. Actually don't bite me. Please, I don't like being bitten. Fun Fact- I thought about this story for about a month before actually writing it. Now on wit da fun!
*It is now sometime after when we last left our heroes. I don't really know, or care how long, so pick an amount of time. *
Celia was sitting in the corner of the cell trying not to do anything. She'd been down right hellacious the whole time, and the crew, including Jack, was NOT happy with her. In fact they threatened her with torture, and a slow painful death if she continued, hence her quiet state. They could all burn in hell.
She sighed, and put her hands on her head. She was sooooo bored. If there was one big flaw in Celia, well besides her shrieking, it was her unnaturally short attention span.
She heard thumps of footsteps, indicating that someone was approaching. Damn it. She wondered who it was this time. She turned and looked at the door quietly, careful not to draw any attention to herself, especially since she had already been put in time out. Yeah, Jack had finally taken charge, and given her an hour time out. Extreme time out was more like it. He could rot. She wished him pain, suffering, and a jolly Christmas season. Of coarse it was in the middle of May-
Doney entered the room. His chest was all puffed out, making him look like a Puffer Fish; naturally it was because he thought he had some important job. He walked over to the cell holding Celia and Jack.
"We're going to be docking at Shark Island." Wow, there was a Shark Island, score 1 for Celia. Score 47,378,522,896 for the cruel and unjust force that loved watching Celia suffer. Give or take a few.
"The Captain wanted me to advise you that any information you would like to add would best be said now, for your sake." Well, it was almost a victory. She shook her head, remembering the threats for her talking. Doney shrugged, puffed himself back out, and walked out the door. Poor little freak.
"I thought I said face to the wall." Jack reminded. She scrunched up her face, stuck out her tongue, for what must have been the thousandth time on the ship, and turned back to the wall.
Not but a minute later a group of heavily scarred pirates came through the door. Damn, how was Celia going to get out of this? One of the men opened the door to Jack and Celia's cell.
"Come on." He said quickly. Celia obeyed. She may be annoying to Jack and his crew, but she wasn't dumb enough to try her luck against Hart's crew. As she walked out of the cell, the pirate put his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed, too hard. Celia's eye twitched, and vaguely wondered whatever happened to a good old fashion slap in the face. She groaned, and let herself be led away.
Celia was brought up on deck, and noticed that Jack was with her. Oh so HE was coming too? Damn, she was really hoping that Hart would just take her down there, find out she was lying, then kill her, but NOW Celia would have to deal with Jack's remarks, and pleasure when she was maimed.
"Well then, if there's nothing else that needs to be said," Hart started, walking up to them looking at Celia, "then we'll be going. Oh, and lass, if you shriek I'll kill you right away. Clear." Celia WOULD have stuck out her tongue, but decided not to by the dead honest look on Hart's face. Well, even if he looked playful she wouldn't have.
A group of pirates joined the little party on deck, probably the people that were going with them. Celia noticed, with an odd sense of triumph, that Doney was not present. She did see him waving at her, as they got off the ship, into boats, and rowed ashore. She waved back. She was going to die soon, so why not?
She drummed her fingers against the side of the boat, but quit when Jack gave her a look, and lipped 'time-out.' She rolled her eyes, and looked out at the guys on either side of her. She was currently sandwiched between two slightly homosexual looking pirates. Of coarse Celia wasn't about to say that out loud.
She sighed, and shifted in her seat trying to get comfortable, which was a difficult task because she was being grinded by the two possibly gay pirates. After a few more minutes of her shifting, one of them looked down, and gave her a look that quite plainly said 'go on, keep at it, see what happens.' She shrank down. He giggled at her show of fear, and winked at her. Celia's brows furrowed in confusion. Was she insane, or had he just winked at her? Both actually.
She looked away from the pirate, and instead looked at the one across from her. She hadn't thought it possible to be as scarred as that guy was. He even had scars on his scars. She doubted that he had one piece of unscarred skin. Ok maybe she could think of one. (What? The bottoms of his feet. God, get your mind out of the gutter people.) He was staring at her funny. It wasn't like he was interested, he was just staring. It was kind of creepy. Damn it, why wouldn't he look away? Would he cut it out already? It was creepy. DAMN HIM, and his pig-eating mother! ARRRGG!!
She looked down at the floor realizing that looking at the guy was probably only encouraging him. She sighed. She was stuck between two likely gay pirates, across from a scarred beyond all reason pirate, and Jack was threatening her with another time out. What kind of world did she live in?
Ok. I know this was really late, but I was having HORRIBLE writers block, which seems like a lame, half assed excuse, but it's true. I really hope you people will forgive me. Y-You mean so much to me. *Insert teary-eyed beg for forgiveness here. * Review.
Ok I've got good news, and bad news. Actually I don't, I just always wanted to say that, and it's my story so THERE! If you don't like it you can just bite me. Actually don't bite me. Please, I don't like being bitten. Fun Fact- I thought about this story for about a month before actually writing it. Now on wit da fun!
*It is now sometime after when we last left our heroes. I don't really know, or care how long, so pick an amount of time. *
Celia was sitting in the corner of the cell trying not to do anything. She'd been down right hellacious the whole time, and the crew, including Jack, was NOT happy with her. In fact they threatened her with torture, and a slow painful death if she continued, hence her quiet state. They could all burn in hell.
She sighed, and put her hands on her head. She was sooooo bored. If there was one big flaw in Celia, well besides her shrieking, it was her unnaturally short attention span.
She heard thumps of footsteps, indicating that someone was approaching. Damn it. She wondered who it was this time. She turned and looked at the door quietly, careful not to draw any attention to herself, especially since she had already been put in time out. Yeah, Jack had finally taken charge, and given her an hour time out. Extreme time out was more like it. He could rot. She wished him pain, suffering, and a jolly Christmas season. Of coarse it was in the middle of May-
Doney entered the room. His chest was all puffed out, making him look like a Puffer Fish; naturally it was because he thought he had some important job. He walked over to the cell holding Celia and Jack.
"We're going to be docking at Shark Island." Wow, there was a Shark Island, score 1 for Celia. Score 47,378,522,896 for the cruel and unjust force that loved watching Celia suffer. Give or take a few.
"The Captain wanted me to advise you that any information you would like to add would best be said now, for your sake." Well, it was almost a victory. She shook her head, remembering the threats for her talking. Doney shrugged, puffed himself back out, and walked out the door. Poor little freak.
"I thought I said face to the wall." Jack reminded. She scrunched up her face, stuck out her tongue, for what must have been the thousandth time on the ship, and turned back to the wall.
Not but a minute later a group of heavily scarred pirates came through the door. Damn, how was Celia going to get out of this? One of the men opened the door to Jack and Celia's cell.
"Come on." He said quickly. Celia obeyed. She may be annoying to Jack and his crew, but she wasn't dumb enough to try her luck against Hart's crew. As she walked out of the cell, the pirate put his hand on her shoulder, and squeezed, too hard. Celia's eye twitched, and vaguely wondered whatever happened to a good old fashion slap in the face. She groaned, and let herself be led away.
Celia was brought up on deck, and noticed that Jack was with her. Oh so HE was coming too? Damn, she was really hoping that Hart would just take her down there, find out she was lying, then kill her, but NOW Celia would have to deal with Jack's remarks, and pleasure when she was maimed.
"Well then, if there's nothing else that needs to be said," Hart started, walking up to them looking at Celia, "then we'll be going. Oh, and lass, if you shriek I'll kill you right away. Clear." Celia WOULD have stuck out her tongue, but decided not to by the dead honest look on Hart's face. Well, even if he looked playful she wouldn't have.
A group of pirates joined the little party on deck, probably the people that were going with them. Celia noticed, with an odd sense of triumph, that Doney was not present. She did see him waving at her, as they got off the ship, into boats, and rowed ashore. She waved back. She was going to die soon, so why not?
She drummed her fingers against the side of the boat, but quit when Jack gave her a look, and lipped 'time-out.' She rolled her eyes, and looked out at the guys on either side of her. She was currently sandwiched between two slightly homosexual looking pirates. Of coarse Celia wasn't about to say that out loud.
She sighed, and shifted in her seat trying to get comfortable, which was a difficult task because she was being grinded by the two possibly gay pirates. After a few more minutes of her shifting, one of them looked down, and gave her a look that quite plainly said 'go on, keep at it, see what happens.' She shrank down. He giggled at her show of fear, and winked at her. Celia's brows furrowed in confusion. Was she insane, or had he just winked at her? Both actually.
She looked away from the pirate, and instead looked at the one across from her. She hadn't thought it possible to be as scarred as that guy was. He even had scars on his scars. She doubted that he had one piece of unscarred skin. Ok maybe she could think of one. (What? The bottoms of his feet. God, get your mind out of the gutter people.) He was staring at her funny. It wasn't like he was interested, he was just staring. It was kind of creepy. Damn it, why wouldn't he look away? Would he cut it out already? It was creepy. DAMN HIM, and his pig-eating mother! ARRRGG!!
She looked down at the floor realizing that looking at the guy was probably only encouraging him. She sighed. She was stuck between two likely gay pirates, across from a scarred beyond all reason pirate, and Jack was threatening her with another time out. What kind of world did she live in?
Ok. I know this was really late, but I was having HORRIBLE writers block, which seems like a lame, half assed excuse, but it's true. I really hope you people will forgive me. Y-You mean so much to me. *Insert teary-eyed beg for forgiveness here. * Review.