The music thudded on and the darkness was cut by the glaring spotlights
sweeping across the dance floor. Suddenly, Emily grabbed my arm and yanked
it, before dashing off to the bathroom, hand pressed over her mouth. I
followed her just in time to see her kneel down on the damp tiled floor,
head above the toilet bowl, her retching sounds echoing off the walls. My
watch began to beep, indicating that it had just turned midnight. Great. I
spent my first few minutes as an eighteen-year-old watching my best friend
puke the entire contents of her dinner AND lunch into the toilet.
We stumbled out of the club and onto the street. The street lights shone down on us and made Emily's hair glow .I sighed as we both trudged down the road, knowing that when I reached home my mom was going to kill me. Suddenly, Emily stopped short.
"What is it NOW Em?" I questioned tiredly as I turned. 'Tattoos and Body piercing', the sign in the dirty window said. "Oh no....NO WAY." But I still allowed Em to drag me through the door. And she was even more drunk than I was. Sometimes I am such a loser. "40 bucks." The man in the grubby shirt stuck out his short hand to collect the money. I was getting two tattoos. Maybe I had too much to drink, or the vomit fumes had got to my head and scrambled my brains or something, but I was kinda not thinking straight. Whatever. I had always wanted to get one. Or two. I was getting a kokopelli on my left wrist (like Alex Band) and one of a sparrow flying- like Jack has... * How original ! * Em grinned at me as I sat on the chair. She had gotten her nose and tongue pierced. She was going to regret it the next day. I closed my eyes as the needle touched my skin, and I fell asleep. Okay, I passed out.
A warm breeze was blowing gently on my face and I could hear the sound of waves. There were many whispering voices and the sound of boots against the wooden floor. My eyes snapped open and I sat up quickly. "Ah. The lass is awake." A man standing nearby noticed I was up and went off to inform somebody, leaving me some time to gather my bearings. I was clearly on a ship of some sort, but I had never seen one like this before. (Except for in movies of course) All those sails and stuff....Suddenly, someone stepped up in front of me and blocked out the sun. I squinted and waited for a few seconds so my eyes could adjust to the new lighting. Then, I could see what the person looked like. I gasped in recognition... Who could mistake those dreadlocks, those clothes, and those....eyes. It was Captain Jack Sparrow. I can't believe I didn't just die right there. I stood up slowly. He was WAY tall and I had to tilt my head up slightly to be able to look at him properly. My gaze traveled up to his face when he suddenly spoke.
"What the 'ell are ye doing on MY ship? We're halfway out at sea and ye suddenly appear one night, lying on the deck!" He obviously did not need an answer to his question and actually, I was in no state of mind to give one. I stared into his chocolate-colored eyes rimmed with kohl, realizing that he was looking back into my eyes, which were heavily circled with Bobby Brown. I think I looked rather dazed, because Jack snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Luv, are ye still with me? " I jumped and yelled "The answer is 26!" Jack looked at me strangely, shook his head and made some weird hand gestures as if to say "whatever". Then he turned to the man, who I now recognized as Gibbs. "Leave her in my quarters. I'll decide what to do with her later." Then he turned and walked off.
*~* Okay, this is my first...no, actually my second fic, but my first was shit so forget it.( I removed it) I'm sure this storyline has been used a THOUSAND times but just bear with me k? Anyways, no flames. Deal? Good, just constructive criticism. Thank you...And PLEASE review...
We stumbled out of the club and onto the street. The street lights shone down on us and made Emily's hair glow .I sighed as we both trudged down the road, knowing that when I reached home my mom was going to kill me. Suddenly, Emily stopped short.
"What is it NOW Em?" I questioned tiredly as I turned. 'Tattoos and Body piercing', the sign in the dirty window said. "Oh no....NO WAY." But I still allowed Em to drag me through the door. And she was even more drunk than I was. Sometimes I am such a loser. "40 bucks." The man in the grubby shirt stuck out his short hand to collect the money. I was getting two tattoos. Maybe I had too much to drink, or the vomit fumes had got to my head and scrambled my brains or something, but I was kinda not thinking straight. Whatever. I had always wanted to get one. Or two. I was getting a kokopelli on my left wrist (like Alex Band) and one of a sparrow flying- like Jack has... * How original ! * Em grinned at me as I sat on the chair. She had gotten her nose and tongue pierced. She was going to regret it the next day. I closed my eyes as the needle touched my skin, and I fell asleep. Okay, I passed out.
A warm breeze was blowing gently on my face and I could hear the sound of waves. There were many whispering voices and the sound of boots against the wooden floor. My eyes snapped open and I sat up quickly. "Ah. The lass is awake." A man standing nearby noticed I was up and went off to inform somebody, leaving me some time to gather my bearings. I was clearly on a ship of some sort, but I had never seen one like this before. (Except for in movies of course) All those sails and stuff....Suddenly, someone stepped up in front of me and blocked out the sun. I squinted and waited for a few seconds so my eyes could adjust to the new lighting. Then, I could see what the person looked like. I gasped in recognition... Who could mistake those dreadlocks, those clothes, and those....eyes. It was Captain Jack Sparrow. I can't believe I didn't just die right there. I stood up slowly. He was WAY tall and I had to tilt my head up slightly to be able to look at him properly. My gaze traveled up to his face when he suddenly spoke.
"What the 'ell are ye doing on MY ship? We're halfway out at sea and ye suddenly appear one night, lying on the deck!" He obviously did not need an answer to his question and actually, I was in no state of mind to give one. I stared into his chocolate-colored eyes rimmed with kohl, realizing that he was looking back into my eyes, which were heavily circled with Bobby Brown. I think I looked rather dazed, because Jack snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Luv, are ye still with me? " I jumped and yelled "The answer is 26!" Jack looked at me strangely, shook his head and made some weird hand gestures as if to say "whatever". Then he turned to the man, who I now recognized as Gibbs. "Leave her in my quarters. I'll decide what to do with her later." Then he turned and walked off.
*~* Okay, this is my first...no, actually my second fic, but my first was shit so forget it.( I removed it) I'm sure this storyline has been used a THOUSAND times but just bear with me k? Anyways, no flames. Deal? Good, just constructive criticism. Thank you...And PLEASE review...