Erin
The title of the fic is a friend of mine, no correlation to the story she demanded I named it after her, which brings me to a bit of sad news. Guys, I'm discontinuing this fic. I just don't have time for it anymore. I'm really sorry. Fun Fact- this fic was started mainly out of boredom
Celia was angry and getting madder by the moment. Jack just knew how to piss her off, and damn was he good at it. It's like he got some sick twisted pleasure out of watching her twitch. This was going to get her no where; getting angry, doing something stupid, then getting I trouble for it. She knew that from experience. She was better off just keeping quiet, and leaving the rest to her delightful imagination. She breathed in, then out, then took a few small steps backward, tripped and fell landing flat on her round ass. She would have rubbed it if weren't for her bonds. Damn bonds, always in the way, she wasn't going to run away she was to afraid, there was no point to the god damned things on herm she was chicken shit.
A burly pirate from behind her picked her up, and sat her back on her feet. This whole thing was beyond uncomfortable. She almost missed George, wait, no she didn't. Nevermind.
"Let meh break this down fer ye' Barbossa, th' wandering idiot over there is th' only one who knows where th' last piece o' th' Diamond Dragon is. She can't remember a damn thing, so what it comes down to is this- how do we make h'r remember? Keep in mind, ye' can beat the smarts out o' a person, but ye' can't bet 'em into a person." Oh yes Celia be damned.
"Then what do ye' recommend we do?" Jack moved in close to Barbossa.
"Time, more time. Ye' see th' way I figure it is nothin's gonna happen to that piece. That much we know, so what's th' rush? Unless ye' can figure out a way to get it out o' her, then it looks like ye've got no choice. So just wait for the most opportune moment, savvy?" Jack was smiling. All right Celia had to hand it to him, he was smarter than his insanity let on. She used to know a Latin phrase that best described that, but that was gone from her memory, now the only Latin words she knew were, 'pappo igitul fac puppem.' Which oddly enough meant 'I eat therefore I make poop.' (YaY! Real Latin!) Somehow she didn't find it appropriate for the given moment.
"And what'll ye' hav' meh do Jack? Leave ye' here, and let ye' figure out away to slip through my fingers yet again?" Barbossa leaned in on Jack.
"Then take us with ye'! If ye' don't trust us out here, then keep us in within ye'r grasp." Jack took a step closer.
"If there is anythin' my years of being in ye'r aquiantance has taught me, Jack, it's that ye' aren' a man to be trusted. If I let ye' on board my new ship, I can't be sure how it's going to turn out for me."
"Maybe so, but ye; do 'ave a ship, which I don't. So, if I want to get to th' last piece o' th' Diamond Dragon, I'll 'ave to be on board somewhere."
"What of after we arrive?"
"Well ye 'ave th' time it takes to get where ever we need to go, plus 'owever long it takes th' lass to remember to figure that out don't ye'? Ye' could surely figure it out in that time."
"Why shouldn't I just kill ye' now, and take th' girl?"
"Can ye' jog her memory? I don't think ye' can. Bein' as this is th' first time ye've eve' seen her, but I can. Think about that fer a minute." Jack had an odd look on his face, no, not a frightened one, the cocky, arrogant, pompous, prick.
"Ye' can come, but fer one reason, an' it ain't th' girl. After we get there, I will kill ye' Jack, ye will die before my eyes." It was Barbossa's turn to smile.
"I 'ave a question, how are ye' able to grace meh with ye'r presence. If memory serves correct, ye'r dead." Jack said leaning in interested.
"And give ye' my secret? I don't think I want to worry about ye' coming back to life." He said, and a pirate grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away. Another pirate did the same for Celia. What a great and wonderful way the events were unfolding. Damn it! She was going to have to make up another story. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that she was being closely followed by another pirate who was yanking at Hart's arm. She'd totally forgotten all about him. He seemed to fit in perfectly with this group of pirates, with his handsome looks, and stunning charm. Yes, he had the appeal of a mutated frog.
Celia was thrown none to carefully into a little row boat; she sat down quickly without looking at any of the pirates. She didn't want a repeat performance of her last row boat ride. It was insanely difficult to fight off the temptation to look at the surrounding pirates. Well, maybe just one look wouldn't hurt- no she had to be stronger than that. If she looked up she was going to be afraid, and do stupid things, like always. But would one look really hurt? DAMN IT! Curiosity killed the cat, she reasoned with her self. But satisfaction brought him back to life. Well, if the cat came back to life- Oh God. She just remembered what Jack said. Barbossa had been dead, meaning that likely everyone else here probably had been too. Oh God. Dead people- eeeww. Oh shit. Ok one look, then she'd go back to panicking about them being dead. With that thought she looked up at the pirates on either side of her. YIKES! Her face flew back down, and she was not comforted with the thought that they were dead. Celia had an aching suspicion that these pirates might be foreshadowing.
Ok guys, like I said I'm sorry about cutting it off like this, and I just have to say- GOTCHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This isn't the last chapter I'm going to post, far from it. This story has got a while till its done! I wonder how many gullible people reading this fell for that. Review.
The title of the fic is a friend of mine, no correlation to the story she demanded I named it after her, which brings me to a bit of sad news. Guys, I'm discontinuing this fic. I just don't have time for it anymore. I'm really sorry. Fun Fact- this fic was started mainly out of boredom
Celia was angry and getting madder by the moment. Jack just knew how to piss her off, and damn was he good at it. It's like he got some sick twisted pleasure out of watching her twitch. This was going to get her no where; getting angry, doing something stupid, then getting I trouble for it. She knew that from experience. She was better off just keeping quiet, and leaving the rest to her delightful imagination. She breathed in, then out, then took a few small steps backward, tripped and fell landing flat on her round ass. She would have rubbed it if weren't for her bonds. Damn bonds, always in the way, she wasn't going to run away she was to afraid, there was no point to the god damned things on herm she was chicken shit.
A burly pirate from behind her picked her up, and sat her back on her feet. This whole thing was beyond uncomfortable. She almost missed George, wait, no she didn't. Nevermind.
"Let meh break this down fer ye' Barbossa, th' wandering idiot over there is th' only one who knows where th' last piece o' th' Diamond Dragon is. She can't remember a damn thing, so what it comes down to is this- how do we make h'r remember? Keep in mind, ye' can beat the smarts out o' a person, but ye' can't bet 'em into a person." Oh yes Celia be damned.
"Then what do ye' recommend we do?" Jack moved in close to Barbossa.
"Time, more time. Ye' see th' way I figure it is nothin's gonna happen to that piece. That much we know, so what's th' rush? Unless ye' can figure out a way to get it out o' her, then it looks like ye've got no choice. So just wait for the most opportune moment, savvy?" Jack was smiling. All right Celia had to hand it to him, he was smarter than his insanity let on. She used to know a Latin phrase that best described that, but that was gone from her memory, now the only Latin words she knew were, 'pappo igitul fac puppem.' Which oddly enough meant 'I eat therefore I make poop.' (YaY! Real Latin!) Somehow she didn't find it appropriate for the given moment.
"And what'll ye' hav' meh do Jack? Leave ye' here, and let ye' figure out away to slip through my fingers yet again?" Barbossa leaned in on Jack.
"Then take us with ye'! If ye' don't trust us out here, then keep us in within ye'r grasp." Jack took a step closer.
"If there is anythin' my years of being in ye'r aquiantance has taught me, Jack, it's that ye' aren' a man to be trusted. If I let ye' on board my new ship, I can't be sure how it's going to turn out for me."
"Maybe so, but ye; do 'ave a ship, which I don't. So, if I want to get to th' last piece o' th' Diamond Dragon, I'll 'ave to be on board somewhere."
"What of after we arrive?"
"Well ye 'ave th' time it takes to get where ever we need to go, plus 'owever long it takes th' lass to remember to figure that out don't ye'? Ye' could surely figure it out in that time."
"Why shouldn't I just kill ye' now, and take th' girl?"
"Can ye' jog her memory? I don't think ye' can. Bein' as this is th' first time ye've eve' seen her, but I can. Think about that fer a minute." Jack had an odd look on his face, no, not a frightened one, the cocky, arrogant, pompous, prick.
"Ye' can come, but fer one reason, an' it ain't th' girl. After we get there, I will kill ye' Jack, ye will die before my eyes." It was Barbossa's turn to smile.
"I 'ave a question, how are ye' able to grace meh with ye'r presence. If memory serves correct, ye'r dead." Jack said leaning in interested.
"And give ye' my secret? I don't think I want to worry about ye' coming back to life." He said, and a pirate grabbed him by the arm and pulled him away. Another pirate did the same for Celia. What a great and wonderful way the events were unfolding. Damn it! She was going to have to make up another story. She noticed out of the corner of her eye that she was being closely followed by another pirate who was yanking at Hart's arm. She'd totally forgotten all about him. He seemed to fit in perfectly with this group of pirates, with his handsome looks, and stunning charm. Yes, he had the appeal of a mutated frog.
Celia was thrown none to carefully into a little row boat; she sat down quickly without looking at any of the pirates. She didn't want a repeat performance of her last row boat ride. It was insanely difficult to fight off the temptation to look at the surrounding pirates. Well, maybe just one look wouldn't hurt- no she had to be stronger than that. If she looked up she was going to be afraid, and do stupid things, like always. But would one look really hurt? DAMN IT! Curiosity killed the cat, she reasoned with her self. But satisfaction brought him back to life. Well, if the cat came back to life- Oh God. She just remembered what Jack said. Barbossa had been dead, meaning that likely everyone else here probably had been too. Oh God. Dead people- eeeww. Oh shit. Ok one look, then she'd go back to panicking about them being dead. With that thought she looked up at the pirates on either side of her. YIKES! Her face flew back down, and she was not comforted with the thought that they were dead. Celia had an aching suspicion that these pirates might be foreshadowing.
Ok guys, like I said I'm sorry about cutting it off like this, and I just have to say- GOTCHA! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! This isn't the last chapter I'm going to post, far from it. This story has got a while till its done! I wonder how many gullible people reading this fell for that. Review.