Walking
Ahahahahahaha. Ha. Ha. Heheheheh. Myep. Instead of a fun fact today, I'm going to give shout outs. Here we go- Pointy Ears Are My Thing, Shanelover1, Gambit Gurl Isis, sky is blue, XM6, Starlight 8, Ella Enchanted, MorgauseNokami, saiyan-girl-cheetah, Polychrome, Tigger 180, wicked-angel3, Krillball6, hi-liter-junkie, Mrs. Sparrow, KeeperOfTheMoon, Dimatariel, Fayth, Judith the Seer/erin. Ok I know that wasn't everyone, but review me if you've reviewed more than once, or you just want me to give you a shout out, either or. Oh yeah, I'm going to start working on making the accents right, so there's your warning. Now one wit da fun!
Celia was almost to tears when they got on shore. She was screwed. How in hell was she supposed to get out of this one? (Why does this seem familiar?) It wasn't like she could magically pull a cave out of her- well, she couldn't pull a cave out of ANYwhere, ass or not. She HAD to think of something because it didn't really look like the great Captain Jack's Sparrow's wheels were turning, as he was presently taking a piss. Ah the wonders of traveling with men.
Celia looked around her in every direction, not sure what the hell she was going to pull. It had to be something great, amazing- ah hell. What was she talking about; she wasn't about to pull some daring escape attempt. All that was around her was trees, and sand, and the unbearably hot sun, which is why she found it strange that she felt so cold all the sudden- HELL NO! It had to stop there. No more of that cold touchy crap. She smacked herself across the face, hard, too hard. She fell to the ground, head swimming. She was sure she'd finally inflicted some damage, but on the plus side there was no touchy crap.
She felt like her whole body had been weighted down. Ok, way too hard. She saw people looking down at her with confused expressions on there face. In the jumbled up mess that was her thoughts, one thing rang out. 'How am I going to explain this?' All right, so she had another problem she had to deal with, if only she could find her chipmunk. Yes her chipmunk, it was green, and had pink spots. It liked to dance, and sing songs. Now if only she knew where it went. It took her a couple seconds to realize that the chipmunk she was missing was nonexistent.
She saw Jack's face, some where above her. Ok, WAY too hard. From now on she was going to purposefully stub her toe. No more of this shit. Jack shook her, out of her dazed trance.
"Tell me y' have a good reason for smacking y'erself, lass. PLEASE tell me y've got a good reason." Jack practically begged her. Oh yeah, she needed an explanation.
"Err- Boredom?" She tried. Boredom? BOREDOM? That was the best she had? She smacked herself nuts, and her reason was boredom? Oh God, what kind of moron was she? She saw a smile tug at Jack's lips. She was certain he was going to laugh. She was glad he didn't, because if he had, she might've had to strangle him. (See, this is romance, it's just Celia style romance- you know- there's a fine line between love and hate.)
"Boredom? Y' smacked yourself so hard, y' were dazed, and on the ground because of boredom? I underestimated y'." He said, his smile growing. URRARG!! That bastard, oh how she wanted him to rot.
"Yes. Boredom." She said getting up from the sand. It was then that she realized that she and Jack weren't alone. Oh yeah, Hart, and his crew. Silly Celia, how could she have forgotten? Oh yeah she whacked the living shit out of herself. Ah yes Celia was a special girl all right.
"Well, if y' don't mind we'll be on our way. Y'er stayin' next to me, lass." Hart said grabbing her arm. She briefly wondered why. Oh yeah, she just whacked the living shit out of herself. Celia let herself be led away by Hart. She was screwed anyway.
Celia could already tell she wasn't going to like this walk. Jack kept looking at her, as if to make sure she wasn't going to hurt herself, again, the crew was crowding in too close, Hart was gripping her arm too tight, and she was bored. Yes, again. There was no end to Celia's boredom. Nope. Uh-huh. Myep.
Celia started humming, softly, so no one could hear her. It wasn't long after, that she was humming a little louder, so that only the people right next to her could hear her. Of coarse it was only minutes later that she was lightly singing. Then a little louder. (Ya'll know what she's singing right? ; P) Naturally it wasn't a full 20 seconds before most of the pirates could hear her- errmm- unique song. She was now tapping her fingers against her dress. Soon she was walking to the 'beat' (yeah right) of her song.
"I'm warning y' keep it up. Y' don' want t' try my patients." Hart warned in a threatening voice. She eeped a little too loudly, and fell silent.
She looked up into the sky, and watched the clouds roll by. Ok so it wasn't top quality entertainment, but hey, it was working. So well, in fact, she hadn't even realized that 2 hours sped by, and they were almost to Celia's 'cave.' Hell, she hadn't even realized they were marching through the forest, until she had to quit looking at the clouds because she could no longer see them thanks to the trees.
Celia decided it was time to evaluate her situation. She was on an island, and no longer at sea. Good. She was with a bunch of pirates. Bad. They need her because she knows where something is. Good. She doesn't really know where it is. Bad. They were in a forest that was plain gorgeous, and calming. Good. It was likely to be the place where she was killed. She had Jack with her. Goo- wait bad. Damn. She was screwed. All that she could think was 'Whatever I did to deserve this, I'm sorry.'
That was a fun one to type. For those claiming there is a lack of romance, well your wrong. This isn't going to be one of those kissy-kissy-goo-goo stories. This is one of those stories where one character thinks she hates the living guts out of the other, but really loves them. It's subtle. Celia probably won't admit her feelings for Jack until the end, but we know she likes him (haven't you noticed she'd more comfortable around him than she was her own brother?). Aww, the scaredy moron has a teeny, tiny ego. Isn't it cute? Review.
Ahahahahahaha. Ha. Ha. Heheheheh. Myep. Instead of a fun fact today, I'm going to give shout outs. Here we go- Pointy Ears Are My Thing, Shanelover1, Gambit Gurl Isis, sky is blue, XM6, Starlight 8, Ella Enchanted, MorgauseNokami, saiyan-girl-cheetah, Polychrome, Tigger 180, wicked-angel3, Krillball6, hi-liter-junkie, Mrs. Sparrow, KeeperOfTheMoon, Dimatariel, Fayth, Judith the Seer/erin. Ok I know that wasn't everyone, but review me if you've reviewed more than once, or you just want me to give you a shout out, either or. Oh yeah, I'm going to start working on making the accents right, so there's your warning. Now one wit da fun!
Celia was almost to tears when they got on shore. She was screwed. How in hell was she supposed to get out of this one? (Why does this seem familiar?) It wasn't like she could magically pull a cave out of her- well, she couldn't pull a cave out of ANYwhere, ass or not. She HAD to think of something because it didn't really look like the great Captain Jack's Sparrow's wheels were turning, as he was presently taking a piss. Ah the wonders of traveling with men.
Celia looked around her in every direction, not sure what the hell she was going to pull. It had to be something great, amazing- ah hell. What was she talking about; she wasn't about to pull some daring escape attempt. All that was around her was trees, and sand, and the unbearably hot sun, which is why she found it strange that she felt so cold all the sudden- HELL NO! It had to stop there. No more of that cold touchy crap. She smacked herself across the face, hard, too hard. She fell to the ground, head swimming. She was sure she'd finally inflicted some damage, but on the plus side there was no touchy crap.
She felt like her whole body had been weighted down. Ok, way too hard. She saw people looking down at her with confused expressions on there face. In the jumbled up mess that was her thoughts, one thing rang out. 'How am I going to explain this?' All right, so she had another problem she had to deal with, if only she could find her chipmunk. Yes her chipmunk, it was green, and had pink spots. It liked to dance, and sing songs. Now if only she knew where it went. It took her a couple seconds to realize that the chipmunk she was missing was nonexistent.
She saw Jack's face, some where above her. Ok, WAY too hard. From now on she was going to purposefully stub her toe. No more of this shit. Jack shook her, out of her dazed trance.
"Tell me y' have a good reason for smacking y'erself, lass. PLEASE tell me y've got a good reason." Jack practically begged her. Oh yeah, she needed an explanation.
"Err- Boredom?" She tried. Boredom? BOREDOM? That was the best she had? She smacked herself nuts, and her reason was boredom? Oh God, what kind of moron was she? She saw a smile tug at Jack's lips. She was certain he was going to laugh. She was glad he didn't, because if he had, she might've had to strangle him. (See, this is romance, it's just Celia style romance- you know- there's a fine line between love and hate.)
"Boredom? Y' smacked yourself so hard, y' were dazed, and on the ground because of boredom? I underestimated y'." He said, his smile growing. URRARG!! That bastard, oh how she wanted him to rot.
"Yes. Boredom." She said getting up from the sand. It was then that she realized that she and Jack weren't alone. Oh yeah, Hart, and his crew. Silly Celia, how could she have forgotten? Oh yeah she whacked the living shit out of herself. Ah yes Celia was a special girl all right.
"Well, if y' don't mind we'll be on our way. Y'er stayin' next to me, lass." Hart said grabbing her arm. She briefly wondered why. Oh yeah, she just whacked the living shit out of herself. Celia let herself be led away by Hart. She was screwed anyway.
Celia could already tell she wasn't going to like this walk. Jack kept looking at her, as if to make sure she wasn't going to hurt herself, again, the crew was crowding in too close, Hart was gripping her arm too tight, and she was bored. Yes, again. There was no end to Celia's boredom. Nope. Uh-huh. Myep.
Celia started humming, softly, so no one could hear her. It wasn't long after, that she was humming a little louder, so that only the people right next to her could hear her. Of coarse it was only minutes later that she was lightly singing. Then a little louder. (Ya'll know what she's singing right? ; P) Naturally it wasn't a full 20 seconds before most of the pirates could hear her- errmm- unique song. She was now tapping her fingers against her dress. Soon she was walking to the 'beat' (yeah right) of her song.
"I'm warning y' keep it up. Y' don' want t' try my patients." Hart warned in a threatening voice. She eeped a little too loudly, and fell silent.
She looked up into the sky, and watched the clouds roll by. Ok so it wasn't top quality entertainment, but hey, it was working. So well, in fact, she hadn't even realized that 2 hours sped by, and they were almost to Celia's 'cave.' Hell, she hadn't even realized they were marching through the forest, until she had to quit looking at the clouds because she could no longer see them thanks to the trees.
Celia decided it was time to evaluate her situation. She was on an island, and no longer at sea. Good. She was with a bunch of pirates. Bad. They need her because she knows where something is. Good. She doesn't really know where it is. Bad. They were in a forest that was plain gorgeous, and calming. Good. It was likely to be the place where she was killed. She had Jack with her. Goo- wait bad. Damn. She was screwed. All that she could think was 'Whatever I did to deserve this, I'm sorry.'
That was a fun one to type. For those claiming there is a lack of romance, well your wrong. This isn't going to be one of those kissy-kissy-goo-goo stories. This is one of those stories where one character thinks she hates the living guts out of the other, but really loves them. It's subtle. Celia probably won't admit her feelings for Jack until the end, but we know she likes him (haven't you noticed she'd more comfortable around him than she was her own brother?). Aww, the scaredy moron has a teeny, tiny ego. Isn't it cute? Review.