Barbossa
This chapter took a while to get out because my internet down. I'm actually writing this on my mom's computer, so a yeah. Fun Fact- This fic wasn't going to be posted because I thought it was a dumb idea at first.
It took Celia's poor frazzled mind a couple of minutes to register what had happened. Pirates, more than there were before, not from Hart's crew, slaughtered the part of Hart's crew that was there, tied up Celia, Jack, and Hart, seemed to know Jack. She tried to string the events together as it had all happened in such a rush. I mean one minute Hart was yanking her; next a burly black pirate with interesting scars was yanking, and tying her up. HER ARM WASN'T A ROPE! Damn it! They could ask politely and she would have moved for them but no, they had to YANK her. This would have been where; under separate circumstances she would have been muttering mean, unlady-like, things under her breath.
Celia forced her mind from the topic of her arm, and why in the hell people were yanking it, back to the task at hand; being shoved through the forest, back the way they came, hands bound. Which brought her to the next thing; how did Jack know the pirates? They were talking to him with familiarity, and Jack seemed to know them too. Oh God. Something screwy's going on. DAMN, DAMN! How come she didn't know anything until it was way too late. She growled and flailed her head back. Eventually her head lolled back so she was looking into the face of a surly pirate. She swung her head back forward.
She groaned, and chose to count her steps. She looked down counting every step she took. After 356, she lost count and started over again. She lost count twelve more times, and on the thirteenth time, she realized they were back on the beach they'd started from. That's when she noticed a creepy guy standing on the beach. What was it with all theses creepy people? And who the hell was the scary guy with bad teeth, and liver problems on the beach?
"'ello Jack." The words were long and drawn out. She guessed he was the captain, and damn was he creepy. She unconsciously moved closer to the person next to her. Of coarse she 'eeped' and moved on when she noticed that he was creepier than what's-his-face the captain. She moved off to the side, praying no one would notice her.
"Barbossa." Jack said the word with sincerity, but of coarse Celia saw right through the bullshit lie. He hated the guy, Barbossa. She edged slightly further away from Barbossa. She had a nasty little feeling things wouldn't end well.
"Long time no see. Where's th' Pearl?" Barbossa asked his words dragged out of him like a dog dragging it's ass along the ground trying to get the shit off. Celia briefly wondered why she'd thought of that to describe his way of speaking, maybe, just maybe her subconscious was trying to get a point across.
"In a thous'nd pieces at th' bottom of Davy Jones' locker." Celia clenched her fists when Jack's eyes darted to her. DAMN HIM! IT WASN'T HER FAULT! Go skewer Doney Balls. It was HIS fault.
"Do y' expect me t' believe that?" Barbossa asked. His eyes flashed. Now that man had kidney problems. His eyes were some of the yellowiest Celia had seen. It's called water, he should try it.
"Ask her it's her fault." Jack said nodding in Celia's direction. She felt a nervous giggle bubble up out of her when she saw Barbossa's eyes move toward her.
"Eheheh. No it's not." She giggled out. Celia prayed Doney was feeling good because that asshole had better damn well be proud of all the deep shit he'd just put Celia in. Barbossa looked back at Jack.
"Well, th' idiot who did do it isn't here, and I blame y' for it." Jack growled.
"H-Hey I didn't ask the guy to come on your ship, and bash the back of my skull." Her temper was rising. When Celia's anger rose, so did her confidence, if only by a little at a time. Right now her voice was still kind of quiet, and not remotely edgy, but on the plus side she wasn't stuttering. Actually it sounded kind of like a pathetic squeak at the moment.
"Well Jack, it looks like y' owe me a ship." Barbossa said with a slight smile creeping on his face.
"Last I checked th' Black Pearl was mine. I owe y' nothin'. Captain Jack, if you'd be so kind." Jack said, a smile on his face, bowing slightly.
Celia briefly struggled against her binds, with any luck she could get them off, and make a mad dash. Of coarse she'd used up all her luck with her fictitious story. Shit. Ah well, she probably wouldn't have made a run for it anyways, it was more or less just something to make her feel like she was trying to avoid her death.
"No matter th' case, Captain Jack," Barbossa heavily stressed the 'Captain' part, "You know where something I want it."
"Actually, she does," Jack said pointing his thumb at Celia. Oh God.
"Do you?" Barbossa asked edging toward Celia. She felt her throat run dry. A 'squeak' sounded from her vocal cords.
"Unfortunately, she's whammed 'er head one too many times, and is a wanderin' idiot. She won't be able t' tell y' anythin'. We've been tryin' t' jog her memory fer a while now, but nothin's coming." Jack said moving in close to Barbossa, and then added so quietly that Celia had barely been able to here, "Poor lass is dumber than a door nail. I wouldn't try to get anything out of her. Try shaking her hand to make her feel more comfortable." Celia could have punched the jackass. She was begging to understand why he had been named Jack.
Ok people. That's it really. Nothing to add other than an apology, I'm sorry. Very sorry. I try to update as often as possible, 'cause I hate having to wait months for another chapter to a story. Review please.
This chapter took a while to get out because my internet down. I'm actually writing this on my mom's computer, so a yeah. Fun Fact- This fic wasn't going to be posted because I thought it was a dumb idea at first.
It took Celia's poor frazzled mind a couple of minutes to register what had happened. Pirates, more than there were before, not from Hart's crew, slaughtered the part of Hart's crew that was there, tied up Celia, Jack, and Hart, seemed to know Jack. She tried to string the events together as it had all happened in such a rush. I mean one minute Hart was yanking her; next a burly black pirate with interesting scars was yanking, and tying her up. HER ARM WASN'T A ROPE! Damn it! They could ask politely and she would have moved for them but no, they had to YANK her. This would have been where; under separate circumstances she would have been muttering mean, unlady-like, things under her breath.
Celia forced her mind from the topic of her arm, and why in the hell people were yanking it, back to the task at hand; being shoved through the forest, back the way they came, hands bound. Which brought her to the next thing; how did Jack know the pirates? They were talking to him with familiarity, and Jack seemed to know them too. Oh God. Something screwy's going on. DAMN, DAMN! How come she didn't know anything until it was way too late. She growled and flailed her head back. Eventually her head lolled back so she was looking into the face of a surly pirate. She swung her head back forward.
She groaned, and chose to count her steps. She looked down counting every step she took. After 356, she lost count and started over again. She lost count twelve more times, and on the thirteenth time, she realized they were back on the beach they'd started from. That's when she noticed a creepy guy standing on the beach. What was it with all theses creepy people? And who the hell was the scary guy with bad teeth, and liver problems on the beach?
"'ello Jack." The words were long and drawn out. She guessed he was the captain, and damn was he creepy. She unconsciously moved closer to the person next to her. Of coarse she 'eeped' and moved on when she noticed that he was creepier than what's-his-face the captain. She moved off to the side, praying no one would notice her.
"Barbossa." Jack said the word with sincerity, but of coarse Celia saw right through the bullshit lie. He hated the guy, Barbossa. She edged slightly further away from Barbossa. She had a nasty little feeling things wouldn't end well.
"Long time no see. Where's th' Pearl?" Barbossa asked his words dragged out of him like a dog dragging it's ass along the ground trying to get the shit off. Celia briefly wondered why she'd thought of that to describe his way of speaking, maybe, just maybe her subconscious was trying to get a point across.
"In a thous'nd pieces at th' bottom of Davy Jones' locker." Celia clenched her fists when Jack's eyes darted to her. DAMN HIM! IT WASN'T HER FAULT! Go skewer Doney Balls. It was HIS fault.
"Do y' expect me t' believe that?" Barbossa asked. His eyes flashed. Now that man had kidney problems. His eyes were some of the yellowiest Celia had seen. It's called water, he should try it.
"Ask her it's her fault." Jack said nodding in Celia's direction. She felt a nervous giggle bubble up out of her when she saw Barbossa's eyes move toward her.
"Eheheh. No it's not." She giggled out. Celia prayed Doney was feeling good because that asshole had better damn well be proud of all the deep shit he'd just put Celia in. Barbossa looked back at Jack.
"Well, th' idiot who did do it isn't here, and I blame y' for it." Jack growled.
"H-Hey I didn't ask the guy to come on your ship, and bash the back of my skull." Her temper was rising. When Celia's anger rose, so did her confidence, if only by a little at a time. Right now her voice was still kind of quiet, and not remotely edgy, but on the plus side she wasn't stuttering. Actually it sounded kind of like a pathetic squeak at the moment.
"Well Jack, it looks like y' owe me a ship." Barbossa said with a slight smile creeping on his face.
"Last I checked th' Black Pearl was mine. I owe y' nothin'. Captain Jack, if you'd be so kind." Jack said, a smile on his face, bowing slightly.
Celia briefly struggled against her binds, with any luck she could get them off, and make a mad dash. Of coarse she'd used up all her luck with her fictitious story. Shit. Ah well, she probably wouldn't have made a run for it anyways, it was more or less just something to make her feel like she was trying to avoid her death.
"No matter th' case, Captain Jack," Barbossa heavily stressed the 'Captain' part, "You know where something I want it."
"Actually, she does," Jack said pointing his thumb at Celia. Oh God.
"Do you?" Barbossa asked edging toward Celia. She felt her throat run dry. A 'squeak' sounded from her vocal cords.
"Unfortunately, she's whammed 'er head one too many times, and is a wanderin' idiot. She won't be able t' tell y' anythin'. We've been tryin' t' jog her memory fer a while now, but nothin's coming." Jack said moving in close to Barbossa, and then added so quietly that Celia had barely been able to here, "Poor lass is dumber than a door nail. I wouldn't try to get anything out of her. Try shaking her hand to make her feel more comfortable." Celia could have punched the jackass. She was begging to understand why he had been named Jack.
Ok people. That's it really. Nothing to add other than an apology, I'm sorry. Very sorry. I try to update as often as possible, 'cause I hate having to wait months for another chapter to a story. Review please.