DISCLAIMER: I own it all! I have the One Ring an' I'm takin' o'er the world! Okay, so maybe tha's on'y in me imagination. I don' really own it. But I'm thinkin' o' buyin' Tortuga when I'm rich an' famous.
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A/N (5/4/04): I've been procrastinatin', I know. I typed up three chapters o' a new story an' uploaded the firs' one to FictionPress. Y'all might like it. A lot o' it's 'bout thieves. An' they talk like pirates. Don' ask me why; I wrote it afore I watched PotC. The title is "The Legacy of War," by ChaosLightning13. Anyhoo, I jes' took the AP Test fer Stats (tha's Statistics), an' I'm takin' a break from homework for a while 'cause I'm worn out, so I decided to take the opportunity to type a new chapter. On'y two more chapters to go (includin' this one)!
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Over 50 reviews! Yay! I think I'll throw a yay-party. Nah, I know what I'll do. I'll say I'll update as quickly as possible if I get 100 reviews. Ye know what, if I get 100 reviews by the time I start typin' "Into the Vortex," I'll put y'all in it. Jes' tell me in yer review if ye wanna be in it, savvy? Oh, by the way, everyone, Friday is me evil twin, an' she owns Katie.
Fireblade K'Chona: Are ye in the yahoogroup HeraldicCircle? 'Cause me character Lightning an' Skyla the Bardic-trainee were plannin' on turnin' all the uniforms purple.
DuelingDestiny: Why thank ye. It's nice to be appreciated. An' don' insult me brother! I'm the on'y one allowed to call 'im names. Sorry fer not updatin' sooner.
Calico Jack: Aye. I think I own it. Now I'm thinkin' me muse Meg owns it. I prolly 'ave more than one muse, considerin' I've got 'bout four personalities. Actually, it doesn't, but if ye wan' real good description ye should read "The Legacy of War" (hint hint). Aye, they 'ave real swords. Okay, so it's not very realistic, but then again neither is the story. But did they really get those swords from Will Turner, or did they make it all up? Lyn's a great story-teller, ye know. An' she's allus wanted a sword. Mayhap their parents got 'em the swords. Aye. In other words, she looks like me. Ye can't ferget the cat. Thanks fer the correction. I di'n' know which one it was an' I guessed wrong. Er, she "borrowed" it. I know. Poor Norrington. Thanks fer that correction, too. I need to get a beta-reader, or maybe I should jes' check these stories over afore I upload them. Oh, 'e 'as, don' ye worry.
Maybe ye should be me beta-reader. I love Monty Python too. I need to get Monty Python and the Holy Grail so's I can watch it again. I know. Tom won. 'Ey, I was tryin' to be realistic. I mean, Lyn can't win every time. Anyways, it made it funnier. Oh, Lyn either made 'em 'erself (she's certainly smart enough), got Tom to make 'em ('e plans to be an inventor), or bought 'em. I know. I couldn't resist the pun. I wonder.
Aye, ye assumed correct. Aye, Kipling. Me favorite poet. I memorized it, actually. Wrote it in Elven runes on me binder. I like memorizin' poetry. The sequel is "Into the Vortex."
Aye, that would be DoaP. Oh, I ne'er thought o' that. But she does sleep through a battle. Not much different than 'er alarm. An' I'm not really that deep a sleeper, at least I think not. I usually wake up to me alarm, but on Sunday I think I slept through it. Aye, again. She's got this thing with stealin' Jack's hat. O' course they both look like me. The thing is, I like 'ow I look. 'Cept fer the pimples. An' I'd rather if I 'ad black hair. An' sometimes I wish me eyes were a different color. But other than that, me characters usually look jes' like me.
I'm a math freak, kyux? (Means "okay.") No, I'm not a Star Trek fan. I hate Star Trek. But it's all me brother reads. I can be very mean sometimes. Skif is a character owned by Mercedes Lackey. 'E's a thief, an' 'e's got a great sense o' humor. No, I'm not that bad, in fact one day ye might turn on the radio an' hear my voice, but me brother hates music of all types.
Cari is one o' the characters in "Into the Vortex." Not sayin' any more here, 'cause I don' wanna give anythin' away. Aye, me brother really does look like Legolas, 'cept 'e's got short hair. Like I said, Lyn is me. I can play tennis with me left 'and.
No, she's really not honest. But she's pretendin' to be honest.
Eccentric Banshee: I feel special!
cupcakeswirl: In my opinion 'e is. De gustibus non est disputandum.
Mme. Calico Jack Rackham: Ooh, I feel special!
Lyn's 15, Tom's 12, Nick's actually 17 (must change that), Katie's 15, an' Lisa's 14.
Why thank ye.
Now ye've gone an' 'urt me feelin's. Ye know, I was actually the on'y sane one in a group o' pyromaniacs. But they made me light all the matches!
Amy: Aye, it's the same one. About Lyn an' Sam, they're two different people but they're both based on me, so it's not surprisin' yer gettin' 'em confused.
FridayMay13: Aye, this is the one. Yeah, the pepper-spray. It did have to do with a Nazgûl. I pepper-sprayed the Nazgûl. It was in "Welcome to Middle Earth."
Arr! Don' ye be insultin' me brother! I'm the on'y one allowed to call 'im names. Yes, please, put Latin in yer reviews.
Hmm, I'll think abou' that. At church, love. Communion. Yer prolly right, I am that crazy. ff.mort ain't quite as bad as Yahoomort, 'cause ff.mort ain't tryin' to take over the internet.
The failed Jack Sparrow romance is "Daughter of a Pirate." Ooh, I'd forgotten that!
I know. Ye own more o' this story than I do. It's rather sad. Actually, well, nevermind about the cursin'. But if I were around pirates, I'd prolly start cursin' like a sailor. Jes' keep yer 'ands off 'im! Skif is mine!
I know. I was tryin' to make 'em realistic. I mean, Lyn wouldn'a' gotten a chance to do much heroic stuff, an' I do tend to trip over me own feet.... I do like Johnny Depp, I jes' think 'e's ugly.
Aye, yer already in the sequel. Aye, I was. They made me light all the matches because me sister was in Chemistry before so I asked 'er how to light 'em (we were havin' a bit o' trouble), an' I managed to light one without burnin' me fingers. I made it up from past arguments. Like I said, don' ye be makin' fun o' me brother!
pIPPINpIRATE: I might add seagulls. In the sequel. If I get enough reviews. An' I think I burn some stuff in the sequel. A lot o' stuff happens in the sequel.
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"Precious!" Tom hissed. He lunged at Lyn. She jerked back, her hand going to the gold ring she wore on a chain around her neck.
"My Precious!" she hissed back. "Gollum, gollum."
"Ooh, cool, let me see!" Katie exclaimed. Reluctantly Lyn handed over the Ring. "This is the real gold one, isn't it?" Katie whispered, her voice full of awe. "However did you afford it?"
"We were pirates, remember?" Lyn replied. "Pirates steal gold an' get real rich. Savvy?"
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They had trailed this merchant ship for three days, trying to determine if it held any worthwhile cargo. Finally, they decided to attack. "Unfurl the topsails!" Jack ordered. "Run out the guns! Prepare to attack!"
Lyn took hold of her pistol with her left hand and her cutlass with her right.
"Strike the Union Jack! Run up the Jolly Roger!" Jack went to shove his hat more firmly onto his head. It wasn't there. "Damn that girl," he swore. "Lyn, love, where did you put my hat?"
"I di'n' put it anywhere!" Lyn protested. "I know the Code."
Jack swore again. "If you took it, you will regret it."
Luckily, the merchants did not put up a fight. "Why, Captain Sparrow," the merchant captain greeted the pirate.
"Captain Jameson," Jack nodded. "What happened to yer last ship, mate?"
"Sunk." Jameson grimaced. "Eldar."
Jack winced.
"Ah, I see you've heard of him," Jameson observed.
Jack nodded. "Had a brush with him a few months ago. I don't care to think of it. Samantha—"
"Oh, the thief. Clever, isn't she? Almost stole my ship right out from under my nose."
Jack laughed. "That she is. So, why don't we get down to business. Where's your treasure?"
"In the hold. Flinn, lad, fetch the treasure for Captain Sparrow."
A boy of perhaps seventeen with a freckled nose bobbed his head and scurried to do the captain's bidding.
"So, Captain Sparrow, what are those lads doing on your ship?" Jameson said, indicating Lyn and Tom. Lyn, of course, was dressed in a loose shirt and breeches, good clothes for working on a ship.
"Oh, they were stirring up trouble in Tortuga, so I decided to get them away from there before they did anything disastrous."
Flinn arrived with the treasure. Jack took it, and with one last bow to Captain Jameson, he boarded his own ship and sailed off.
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There was still the problem of Corvil in the brig. Fortunately, he didn't manage to cause any real problems, and Jack decided to let him of at Execution Dock.
"Are you mad?" Anamaria demanded. Jack gave her the look. "Nevermind," she sighed. "But still—Execution Dock! Are you trying to get us all killed?"
"No," Jack said. "The kids started this, the kids can take care of it. They'll take him to the authorities. Savvy?"
So Lyn and Tom took a tied-up Corvil out of the Pearl in a jolly boat. They got off at the dock (Lyn paid the requested shilling and gave their names as Jack and Tom Astra), and went off in search of the authorities. They found an Admiral not very far away and turned over Corvil to him. "What ship are you with?" the Admiral asked.
"Dolphin," Lyn replied. "We've been out at sea a while in search of pirates. We caught this one, but he didn't have any treasure on him. Have a good day." Lyn and Tom returned to the Pearl as quickly as they could. As soon as they were aboard, Jack gave the orders to leave the harbor.
"This'll make a nice tale," Tearlach remarked. "How we sailed right up to Execution Dock an' didn't get caught."
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There we go. Another chapter. Rather short, but hey, I ran out o' steam tryin' to reply to all the reviews. Next chapter is the last, but stay tuned for "Into the Vortex." Oh, an' Friday, there's a nice surprise fer ye in "Into the Vortex." No, Elizabeth doesn't die, an' no, Legolas doesn't appear, but ye'll like it. I promise.
Anyhoo, press that little button an' gimme a review! If I get a hundred, I'll let all o' y'all who want be in "Into the Vortex." Savvy?