(Its confusing at first but it gets better and easier to understand,
thoughts are in these [ ])
Ch 2
Celina looked across the bar, and rested her eyes on two men walking in. One was groomed and clean, but was wearing all black, the other, obviously a pirate, but there was something infatuating about him. Jack spun around as if he felt the weight of someone's gaze.
Celina spun around quickly, but not without seeing those intoxicating golden eyes. She covered her short hair with her hat and continued to drink her beer.
Jack noticed that the man had been watching him, and wondered why since the Commodore had pardoned his felonies, misdemeanors, and other offenses. He walked up to the man. He was very short, and no facial hair. "Do you know who I am, mate?"
Celina pulled up her coat collar so he couldn't see her slender neck, that was surly going to give her away. "Nay." She said in her best pirate voice. It must have been convincing because he sat down across from her.
"Are you a sailor?" Jack asked the masked woman. "Have you ever been to sea?"
"Many times." He replied.
Jack figured the guy must have had a cold because his voice was sort of high pitched, but didn't really think much of it. "Are in interested in joining my crew? We're sailing to Cuba, I pay handsomely."
"You look handsomely." The man whispered, but Jack didn't notice. "I'll do it! What do I have to do?"
Tomorrow morning meet at the dock, my ship is the "Lady Katrina" you'll see me and him, savvy?" Jack pointed to Will who was now standing behind him.
"Aye." Said the manly voice. Celina nearly squealed out loud. She was getting good at this, and she was going to be a pirate!
Jack and Will departed from the bar, and left the mysterious sailor with a half empty pint of beer.
"Who was that, Jack?" Will asked as soon as they were out of the pub. Will thought the man was weird, he didn't really see the guys face, but he saw bright hazel eyes that reminded him of the someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Don't know, but he looked bored. Poor fellow could use a trip out to sea, it does the body good." Jack said while thinking that the guy had to most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. [Bloody hell! What am I talking about! I'm not gay! I need a drink; I've been away from the sea to bleedin long.]
His thoughts were interrupted as they reached the "Prancing Pony Inn" Will, I believe we'll be staying here form the night, tomorrow we leave for Tortuga." Jack had his hand on his hat and gazed up into the sky as he often did.
(What a way to end the scene!! HA! I should be a director or something)
The next day jack and Will met with the stranger they had met at the bar and boarded the ship. "What's your name, mate?"
"Celiuh...uh...Christopher." He replied. "Christopher Silverman." Celina hoped they fell for it, because she had nothing to do in Port Royal, her spirit craved the ocean, and right now her spirit also wanted that Jack Sparrow.
Her thoughts were cut short when Will asked a question, "So where are we heading now, Jack?"
"CAPTAIN!" Jack roared.
"If I must," Will sighed. "Where are we off to CAPTAIN?" He exaggerated the captain part hoping Jack would notice how stupid he was being...but no such luck.
"Tortuga."
"I hate that place, its full of whores and prostitutes, and...."
"And..."
"...Pirates."
Celina tried not to giggle, and the two childish men, but laughter escaped her mouth.
"Bless you." Jack said without turning around.
"That was close." Celina whispered to herself. Jack showed her to her quarters on the ship, and as soon as he left the room she leaned against the door and sighed deeply. How could she like someone and expect him to like her back if she is really a he? Celina pouted. [Look at the bright side; at least I get to be near him]. She smiled and fell onto the rough bed, and fell asleep.
Jack returned to the room to tell Christopher and his beautiful eyes that they would have dinner when they arrived in Tortuga. [I'm not a queer! If I were, I would have some sort of attraction to young William, wouldn't I? Good. I'm straight.] He opened the door, and there was Christopher on the bed sleeping.
Jack walked up to the motionless body and cocked his head sideways. There was something about him that was attractive, but in a feminine way. He ran his fingers along Christopher's cheekbones, and was surprised how soft his skin was.
Celina opened her eyes, and saw the captain looking down at her. She yawned and smiled. Her hat fell onto the floor, and then realized this wasn't a part of her dream. Jack looked confused. She stood and picked back up her hat and covered her hair with it again. "I'm sorry, don't kick me off the boat."
Jack was both surprised and relieved that Chris was a woman. That meant he wasn't a queer, but women onboard was awfully bad luck.
"Please." She said.
"Well, there'd be no sense to go all the way back just to drop you off. I suppose it would be worse not to have you." He said as he took a step closer to Celina. "What's your name?" Jack asked kindly.
"Celina." She noticed Jack smelled of sea salt, rum, and spice. She inhaled deeply, and tried to remember that scent, considering it may be the last time she would be this close to him.
Jack raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Why did you come with us?"
"My life is on the sea, not in Port Royal." She replied flirtatiously, "just like yours."
Ch 2
Celina looked across the bar, and rested her eyes on two men walking in. One was groomed and clean, but was wearing all black, the other, obviously a pirate, but there was something infatuating about him. Jack spun around as if he felt the weight of someone's gaze.
Celina spun around quickly, but not without seeing those intoxicating golden eyes. She covered her short hair with her hat and continued to drink her beer.
Jack noticed that the man had been watching him, and wondered why since the Commodore had pardoned his felonies, misdemeanors, and other offenses. He walked up to the man. He was very short, and no facial hair. "Do you know who I am, mate?"
Celina pulled up her coat collar so he couldn't see her slender neck, that was surly going to give her away. "Nay." She said in her best pirate voice. It must have been convincing because he sat down across from her.
"Are you a sailor?" Jack asked the masked woman. "Have you ever been to sea?"
"Many times." He replied.
Jack figured the guy must have had a cold because his voice was sort of high pitched, but didn't really think much of it. "Are in interested in joining my crew? We're sailing to Cuba, I pay handsomely."
"You look handsomely." The man whispered, but Jack didn't notice. "I'll do it! What do I have to do?"
Tomorrow morning meet at the dock, my ship is the "Lady Katrina" you'll see me and him, savvy?" Jack pointed to Will who was now standing behind him.
"Aye." Said the manly voice. Celina nearly squealed out loud. She was getting good at this, and she was going to be a pirate!
Jack and Will departed from the bar, and left the mysterious sailor with a half empty pint of beer.
"Who was that, Jack?" Will asked as soon as they were out of the pub. Will thought the man was weird, he didn't really see the guys face, but he saw bright hazel eyes that reminded him of the someone, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Don't know, but he looked bored. Poor fellow could use a trip out to sea, it does the body good." Jack said while thinking that the guy had to most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. [Bloody hell! What am I talking about! I'm not gay! I need a drink; I've been away from the sea to bleedin long.]
His thoughts were interrupted as they reached the "Prancing Pony Inn" Will, I believe we'll be staying here form the night, tomorrow we leave for Tortuga." Jack had his hand on his hat and gazed up into the sky as he often did.
(What a way to end the scene!! HA! I should be a director or something)
The next day jack and Will met with the stranger they had met at the bar and boarded the ship. "What's your name, mate?"
"Celiuh...uh...Christopher." He replied. "Christopher Silverman." Celina hoped they fell for it, because she had nothing to do in Port Royal, her spirit craved the ocean, and right now her spirit also wanted that Jack Sparrow.
Her thoughts were cut short when Will asked a question, "So where are we heading now, Jack?"
"CAPTAIN!" Jack roared.
"If I must," Will sighed. "Where are we off to CAPTAIN?" He exaggerated the captain part hoping Jack would notice how stupid he was being...but no such luck.
"Tortuga."
"I hate that place, its full of whores and prostitutes, and...."
"And..."
"...Pirates."
Celina tried not to giggle, and the two childish men, but laughter escaped her mouth.
"Bless you." Jack said without turning around.
"That was close." Celina whispered to herself. Jack showed her to her quarters on the ship, and as soon as he left the room she leaned against the door and sighed deeply. How could she like someone and expect him to like her back if she is really a he? Celina pouted. [Look at the bright side; at least I get to be near him]. She smiled and fell onto the rough bed, and fell asleep.
Jack returned to the room to tell Christopher and his beautiful eyes that they would have dinner when they arrived in Tortuga. [I'm not a queer! If I were, I would have some sort of attraction to young William, wouldn't I? Good. I'm straight.] He opened the door, and there was Christopher on the bed sleeping.
Jack walked up to the motionless body and cocked his head sideways. There was something about him that was attractive, but in a feminine way. He ran his fingers along Christopher's cheekbones, and was surprised how soft his skin was.
Celina opened her eyes, and saw the captain looking down at her. She yawned and smiled. Her hat fell onto the floor, and then realized this wasn't a part of her dream. Jack looked confused. She stood and picked back up her hat and covered her hair with it again. "I'm sorry, don't kick me off the boat."
Jack was both surprised and relieved that Chris was a woman. That meant he wasn't a queer, but women onboard was awfully bad luck.
"Please." She said.
"Well, there'd be no sense to go all the way back just to drop you off. I suppose it would be worse not to have you." He said as he took a step closer to Celina. "What's your name?" Jack asked kindly.
"Celina." She noticed Jack smelled of sea salt, rum, and spice. She inhaled deeply, and tried to remember that scent, considering it may be the last time she would be this close to him.
Jack raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "Why did you come with us?"
"My life is on the sea, not in Port Royal." She replied flirtatiously, "just like yours."