A/N: Wow!!! NINE REVIEWS!!!! The most I've ever had before this story is, like, five. Wow............... Well, to anyone reading this: I am truly very, very sorry about the lack of updates unto now. I've been busy with school and Festival, and we have finals next week..... so wish me luck!!!! (Especially in Math and Socials). I am also going to apologize in advance for the shortness of this chapter. And the weirdness. Honestly, when I sat down, i had no idea what was going to come out. If you really want to know, all I was thinking about was keeping my readers happy. No, seriously, I didn't want you to all give up on me (if you haven't already). But I have to tell you that part of the reason I haven't updated was that I was waiting for people to give me an age for Celeste. Really, I didn't put it in this chappie but I was going to, I need at least 4 more optional ages. Okay, that's all for my rambling now. READ!!! AND REVIEW!!!! AND GIVE ME AN AGE!!!!!
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Not fifteen seconds later, a lamp glowed on the deck. Footsteps could be heard as two men in hard-soled boots walked over to the rail. They were silent for a moment, and then: "Il n'ya rien ici!"
"J'été sure... j'ai entendu quel-que chose..."
"C'est seulment les esclaves, Andre, ou peut-être tu as peur de la nuit?
"Je n'ai pas!"
"Alors viens, jouer au cartes avec moi."
Once again the footsteps disappeared, and the light went off. This time, however, Celeste could not creep out of her hiding spot. In fact, she was unable to move at all, save for wriggling in Jack's strong grasp. Which she did, until he finally released her and she scrambled to the other side of the ship's boat, glaring at him.
"So this is your brilliant idea?" she hissed. "Getting us into this damned boat and rowing back to shore?! Well, in case you hadn't noticed, there's a bloody great hole in the middle!" And there was. The hole was big enough for the pirate to put his foot through easily. Both feet even. He turned from peeking out under the ratty canvas covering the small tender to look at her.
"My my, such language love. One would have thought that a lady such as yourself would be a little more, ah, eloquent, shall we say."
The expression on her face was unreadable for a moment, but in that instant Jack was sure he had made a mistake. He silently berated himself, but was interrupted by Celeste's cold voice.
"Very well then, Mister Sparrow, if eloquence is what you request then it is eloquence you shall receive. Be it known, however, that I would not speak too hastily about the word choice of others if I were you."
Jack grinned. She was mad at him, to be sure, but she wasn't crying yet. That made it perfectly alright, except for one thing. "It's Captain, love."
The girl stared at him, but before she could speak, he said: "And as a matter of fact, I was not planning to row to shore in a boat with a bloody great hole in it, because, rather unlike yourself, I do value my life and I do not wish to die just yet, as I still haven't done everything on my to-do list."
She snorted. "And what would that be, all the girls you want to bed?"
"Well, apart from that, I have a few other things. You know, have a few drinks with Commodore Norrington, find an underwater city, that sort of thing."
"Jack, you are completely, utterly, and totally mad."
He sighed with relief inwardly. Thank whatever divine forces were out there, she wasn't falling apart. Yet, he reminded himself. "Why thank you, love, always nice to hear."
Rolling her eyes, she asked him: "So what is your Great Wonderful and Simply Astounding plan?"
"Well I was thinking something along the lines of waiting til' the rest get back, drunken rats the lot of 'em, and then taking the good boat and rowing back to shore, savvy?"
"And what do you propose we do until the drunken rats come back to their nest?"
"Talk?"
"I would like to refrain from verbal communication with you as much as possible."
"Finger talk? Like deaf people?"
Celeste leaned back against the short wall of the boat, closing her eyes. "Let me rephrase that. I would like to refrain from any variety of communication with you as much as possible." She opened one eye to look at him. "Savvy?"
"Yes, actually I do. Sleep then?"
"Seems like it."
"Goodnight then."
Celeste eyed him, and he wondered if she was analyzing his words for some hidden threat or sarcasm. He was about to ask her when she closed her eyes and replied quietly.
"Goodnight Jack."
The pirate captain, strong and brave, cunning and crafty, brilliant and showy, and possibly not quite sane, watched her with an almost caring demeanour. Once he was sure that she slept, he murmured softly: "Sweet dreams, Celeste."
A/N:Review with an age and get a cyber-cookie.........
Sparrowslove: Thank you for reviewing....again!!!! YAY!!!!! So sorry, but due to the lateness of this chapter, you're probably not bored anymore. Please read anyways though, k? Pleeease??? I'll give you a cyber-cookie..... Come on, you know you waaaaaaaanna!
Kira Doom: 25, eh? Hmmm.... Well, thank you for giving me an age. You are the only good one. Everyone else is..... something..... else......that's not good.... YAY!!!!! You get a cyber- cookie!!!! Read..... Review......I must have reviews!!!! Or the vampire sheepies will get you!!!! Mwahaha!!!!
completeopposites: Yay!!! A reviewer!!!! Well, here's more, a bit late though..... :(:(:(
Not fifteen seconds later, a lamp glowed on the deck. Footsteps could be heard as two men in hard-soled boots walked over to the rail. They were silent for a moment, and then: "Il n'ya rien ici!"
"J'été sure... j'ai entendu quel-que chose..."
"C'est seulment les esclaves, Andre, ou peut-être tu as peur de la nuit?
"Je n'ai pas!"
"Alors viens, jouer au cartes avec moi."
Once again the footsteps disappeared, and the light went off. This time, however, Celeste could not creep out of her hiding spot. In fact, she was unable to move at all, save for wriggling in Jack's strong grasp. Which she did, until he finally released her and she scrambled to the other side of the ship's boat, glaring at him.
"So this is your brilliant idea?" she hissed. "Getting us into this damned boat and rowing back to shore?! Well, in case you hadn't noticed, there's a bloody great hole in the middle!" And there was. The hole was big enough for the pirate to put his foot through easily. Both feet even. He turned from peeking out under the ratty canvas covering the small tender to look at her.
"My my, such language love. One would have thought that a lady such as yourself would be a little more, ah, eloquent, shall we say."
The expression on her face was unreadable for a moment, but in that instant Jack was sure he had made a mistake. He silently berated himself, but was interrupted by Celeste's cold voice.
"Very well then, Mister Sparrow, if eloquence is what you request then it is eloquence you shall receive. Be it known, however, that I would not speak too hastily about the word choice of others if I were you."
Jack grinned. She was mad at him, to be sure, but she wasn't crying yet. That made it perfectly alright, except for one thing. "It's Captain, love."
The girl stared at him, but before she could speak, he said: "And as a matter of fact, I was not planning to row to shore in a boat with a bloody great hole in it, because, rather unlike yourself, I do value my life and I do not wish to die just yet, as I still haven't done everything on my to-do list."
She snorted. "And what would that be, all the girls you want to bed?"
"Well, apart from that, I have a few other things. You know, have a few drinks with Commodore Norrington, find an underwater city, that sort of thing."
"Jack, you are completely, utterly, and totally mad."
He sighed with relief inwardly. Thank whatever divine forces were out there, she wasn't falling apart. Yet, he reminded himself. "Why thank you, love, always nice to hear."
Rolling her eyes, she asked him: "So what is your Great Wonderful and Simply Astounding plan?"
"Well I was thinking something along the lines of waiting til' the rest get back, drunken rats the lot of 'em, and then taking the good boat and rowing back to shore, savvy?"
"And what do you propose we do until the drunken rats come back to their nest?"
"Talk?"
"I would like to refrain from verbal communication with you as much as possible."
"Finger talk? Like deaf people?"
Celeste leaned back against the short wall of the boat, closing her eyes. "Let me rephrase that. I would like to refrain from any variety of communication with you as much as possible." She opened one eye to look at him. "Savvy?"
"Yes, actually I do. Sleep then?"
"Seems like it."
"Goodnight then."
Celeste eyed him, and he wondered if she was analyzing his words for some hidden threat or sarcasm. He was about to ask her when she closed her eyes and replied quietly.
"Goodnight Jack."
The pirate captain, strong and brave, cunning and crafty, brilliant and showy, and possibly not quite sane, watched her with an almost caring demeanour. Once he was sure that she slept, he murmured softly: "Sweet dreams, Celeste."
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