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*writhes* See? Well, here's another chapter . . . as I said before, I'm
not entirely sure where I'm going with this, so any suggestions or ideas
are welcome.
Disclaimer: I own Dave E. Jones! AND his locker! So THERE! But nothing else. Sigh . . .
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David turned to walk away from the pond, but the pirate didn't move.
"What?" David asked, trying not to sound too impatient. He wanted to get this guy indoors before anyone noticed him.
"What else have you hidden in that pond, lad?" Bill Turner asked, staring at the unbroken surface of the water.
David shrugged. "Nothing much. Little stuff. It doesn't matter."
"Treasure?" David frowned; the pirate looked like he was seriously contemplating throwing himself into the pond to find out.
"It doesn't matter," David repeated, this time making no attempt to sound patient. "We need to get out of here, come on." The pirate turned reluctantly and followed David across the sparsely landscaped lawn. David, for his part, was keeping a close eye out, ready to shove the pirate into some shrubbery if anyone passed by.
"If there's treasure in there, why don't you use it?" Bill inquired innocently. David scowled.
"What am I supposed to do, take it to the local pawn shop? This is the Midwest, okay? You don't just come across doubloons around here. People would think I'd stolen from a museum . . . although," David added sarcastically, "seeing as you're a pirate, I don't expect you to blanch at the idea of stealing anything."
"I don't steal, lad," Bill said airily, and David snorted. "I simply borrow from people who have more money than they know what to do with, anyway."
"Right," David said.
"No, seriously," Bill started to defend himself.
"No, *right*," David said, grabbing Bill's sleeve before he walked into the middle of the road. "Or should I say starboard? My house is this way." David was forced to stop again as Bill Turner crouched down to poke at the asphalt.
"Will you look at this?" Turner sounded fascinated.
"Oh, geez," David cried in exasperation. "It's called a road. I bet they have them where you come from. Now will you get up and follow me?"
"There's no need to shout, lad," Bootstrap said, straightening up. A moment later he was laughing with delight at a fire hydrant. David resisted the urge to pull out chunks of his hair.
"Do I need to blindfold you?!" David snapped, hauling the pirate forward. "Honestly!"
"Calm down, lad," Bill said, patting David's shoulder. "I'm sure that red thing is harmless."
David closed his eyes and started to count to ten, but stopped at four because he heard a car coming. He snapped his eyes open and shoved Bootstrap behind the neighbor's lilac hedge. The pirate stared to object, but David shushed him. The car passed without incident, and David crept back out onto the sidewalk. Bill was scratching his head and gaping at the rapidly disappearing vehicle.
"It's called a car," David said quickly before the pirate could speak, "and they're harmless as long as they don't see you. If you just walk quickly with me until we get to my house, you'll be safe from cars, okay?" Turner nodded slowly.
The two walked quickly to David's house without any further delays, although Bill occasionally shot glances of curiosity and longing at glittery lawn ornaments. "Don't even think about it," David had growled, and the pirate had quickly looked away.
"Okay," David pushed open his front door. "Mom's at work until six. Don't touch that." Bill jerked his hand away from a vase of dried flowers guiltily. David's cat, Milo, poked his head into the hall and regarded the pirate with disbelief. "That's my cat, Milo. Don't kill him or anything, all right? You can clean up in here," David poked open the bathroom door, "and I'll find you some of Dad's old clothes."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" Bill looked offended. David raised his eyebrows at the pirate's getup.
"Let's just say, we don't dress like that around here." David looked thoughtfully at Turner for a moment. "Your hair's a bit long, too . . . but I think if you're wearing normal clothes, you shouldn't stick out too much. Oh, and the jewelry will have to go."
"What?" Bill fingered his numerous rings and necklaces and frowned.
"Cars are attracted to shiny things," David lied desperately. Bill nodded with sudden understanding, and David had a hard time keeping the many sarcastic comments that drifted through his head at that moment to himself.
"Where is your father?" Bill asked casually, and David stiffened. There was a long, uncomfortable pause.
"He's not here," David said quietly, and the pirate didn't ask him to elaborate. "Get cleaned up." The boy motioned towards the bathroom again. Bill poked his head in the door and gaped. "Get ahold of yourself," David said, amusement creeping back into his voice. "It's just a bathroom. You can take a shower . . . see, this is the hot water and this is the cold water, and if you push in this thing the water comes out up here." David rummaged through the linen closet and tossed Bill a towel. "That's for drying off with. Now go wash and I'll find you some clothes." Bootstrap obeyed, and David breathed a sigh of relief. Milo twined around the boy's ankles, and David stooped to pet him.
"How," David whispered to the cat, "am I supposed to explain this guy to Mom?"
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Dun dun DUN!!! How, indeed?? Suggestions and ideas more than welcome! See da pwetty button? Pwess it! Pwess it NOW! :-D
Disclaimer: I own Dave E. Jones! AND his locker! So THERE! But nothing else. Sigh . . .
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David turned to walk away from the pond, but the pirate didn't move.
"What?" David asked, trying not to sound too impatient. He wanted to get this guy indoors before anyone noticed him.
"What else have you hidden in that pond, lad?" Bill Turner asked, staring at the unbroken surface of the water.
David shrugged. "Nothing much. Little stuff. It doesn't matter."
"Treasure?" David frowned; the pirate looked like he was seriously contemplating throwing himself into the pond to find out.
"It doesn't matter," David repeated, this time making no attempt to sound patient. "We need to get out of here, come on." The pirate turned reluctantly and followed David across the sparsely landscaped lawn. David, for his part, was keeping a close eye out, ready to shove the pirate into some shrubbery if anyone passed by.
"If there's treasure in there, why don't you use it?" Bill inquired innocently. David scowled.
"What am I supposed to do, take it to the local pawn shop? This is the Midwest, okay? You don't just come across doubloons around here. People would think I'd stolen from a museum . . . although," David added sarcastically, "seeing as you're a pirate, I don't expect you to blanch at the idea of stealing anything."
"I don't steal, lad," Bill said airily, and David snorted. "I simply borrow from people who have more money than they know what to do with, anyway."
"Right," David said.
"No, seriously," Bill started to defend himself.
"No, *right*," David said, grabbing Bill's sleeve before he walked into the middle of the road. "Or should I say starboard? My house is this way." David was forced to stop again as Bill Turner crouched down to poke at the asphalt.
"Will you look at this?" Turner sounded fascinated.
"Oh, geez," David cried in exasperation. "It's called a road. I bet they have them where you come from. Now will you get up and follow me?"
"There's no need to shout, lad," Bootstrap said, straightening up. A moment later he was laughing with delight at a fire hydrant. David resisted the urge to pull out chunks of his hair.
"Do I need to blindfold you?!" David snapped, hauling the pirate forward. "Honestly!"
"Calm down, lad," Bill said, patting David's shoulder. "I'm sure that red thing is harmless."
David closed his eyes and started to count to ten, but stopped at four because he heard a car coming. He snapped his eyes open and shoved Bootstrap behind the neighbor's lilac hedge. The pirate stared to object, but David shushed him. The car passed without incident, and David crept back out onto the sidewalk. Bill was scratching his head and gaping at the rapidly disappearing vehicle.
"It's called a car," David said quickly before the pirate could speak, "and they're harmless as long as they don't see you. If you just walk quickly with me until we get to my house, you'll be safe from cars, okay?" Turner nodded slowly.
The two walked quickly to David's house without any further delays, although Bill occasionally shot glances of curiosity and longing at glittery lawn ornaments. "Don't even think about it," David had growled, and the pirate had quickly looked away.
"Okay," David pushed open his front door. "Mom's at work until six. Don't touch that." Bill jerked his hand away from a vase of dried flowers guiltily. David's cat, Milo, poked his head into the hall and regarded the pirate with disbelief. "That's my cat, Milo. Don't kill him or anything, all right? You can clean up in here," David poked open the bathroom door, "and I'll find you some of Dad's old clothes."
"What's wrong with what I'm wearing now?" Bill looked offended. David raised his eyebrows at the pirate's getup.
"Let's just say, we don't dress like that around here." David looked thoughtfully at Turner for a moment. "Your hair's a bit long, too . . . but I think if you're wearing normal clothes, you shouldn't stick out too much. Oh, and the jewelry will have to go."
"What?" Bill fingered his numerous rings and necklaces and frowned.
"Cars are attracted to shiny things," David lied desperately. Bill nodded with sudden understanding, and David had a hard time keeping the many sarcastic comments that drifted through his head at that moment to himself.
"Where is your father?" Bill asked casually, and David stiffened. There was a long, uncomfortable pause.
"He's not here," David said quietly, and the pirate didn't ask him to elaborate. "Get cleaned up." The boy motioned towards the bathroom again. Bill poked his head in the door and gaped. "Get ahold of yourself," David said, amusement creeping back into his voice. "It's just a bathroom. You can take a shower . . . see, this is the hot water and this is the cold water, and if you push in this thing the water comes out up here." David rummaged through the linen closet and tossed Bill a towel. "That's for drying off with. Now go wash and I'll find you some clothes." Bootstrap obeyed, and David breathed a sigh of relief. Milo twined around the boy's ankles, and David stooped to pet him.
"How," David whispered to the cat, "am I supposed to explain this guy to Mom?"
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Dun dun DUN!!! How, indeed?? Suggestions and ideas more than welcome! See da pwetty button? Pwess it! Pwess it NOW! :-D