Waving the bottle dramatically, he said. "Ask away."
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"Thank you, I'll start with the questions from the society and then move on to the questions that will be E-mailed to me." The girl said as she clicked a few more buttons on her 'Lap top', making a white screen pop up with a lot of writing on it.
"And how long are you expecting this to take? I hope you know that I don't have all year. There is a lot of other things I might be doing besides answering your questions." Captain Sparrow said, flashing another gold toothed smile as he draped an arm around her shoulders.
She blushed slightly before getting a hold on her self and removing his arm from her with two fingers, as one would remove a large bug that they would rather have squashed.
"As is there a lot of things I would rather be doing, but not with you." She finished, scooting a little away from him.
Jack scooted back closer to her. "Well if you ever change you mind luv..."
"I assure you, I wont. Now please, can we keep this on a professional level Mr. Sparrow?"
Taking another drink of rum, "That's Captain Sparrow, Captain. If you can't get that right, then don't even bother trying to ask any questions."
"My apologies. But speaking of which, I'll start with the first question. Why do you insist on being called Captain? Isn't it just a title?"
Jack was taken aback. "'Just a title?' Just a title?' No it is not 'just a title'. Well it is but it's more then that. It's what I am, it's what the Pearl is, and it's freedom, the power to go where you want. It's leverage over people who are just a sailor, or just a pirate. Do you get what I am trying to say?"
All this was said with the waving of arms in a dramatic fashion, causing Myth to have to duck at random points to keep from getting waked over the head. "Yes, what your trying to say is that it's a title, right?"
"No! It's..." he sighed, rolling his eyes in mock frustration. "All right, next question."
"Okay, How forgiving are you when your friends let you down?"
"Well I like to think I'm pretty forgiving. It really depends on what they did. For example: Will, he hit me over the head knocking me out and risking my life! But I still tried to help him!"
Myth frowned, "From what I saw, you were just using him as leverage to get the Pearl back."
Jack winced remembering that part. "Well yes, that to. But it would have helped him! He would have gotten his bonny lass back and they would have all their little brats just like I'm sure they wanted. But no, he had to get all 'hero' on us, and get us left on that god forsaken island. Seriously, sometimes I wonder how he is doing up there." Jack taped his scull with one ringed finger. "A few to many pounds of the hammer if you ask me, and I bet that three hours a day of practicing did not help anything."
"I see, and what about Barbosa? You did not seem very forgiving with him."
"Well, will just let that be a warning to people, if you touch me ship, then..." Jack mimed shooting a gun.
Myth shivered a little at the look that came is to Jack's eyes she mentioned Barbosa, the smirk left, and the light in his eyes seemed to dim, it was a look that you would hate to have directed at you. Luckily it was directed at a sad looking floorboard. Few!
Wanting to change the subject, Myth skipped to the last thing on her list. "What's your favorite color?"
"What?" Jack seemed surprised at getting such a simple question. To hell with it, if it got his mind off of darker things, it's good enough for me.
"Colors." She prompted, mentally hitting her self for the stupid question. "Which one is your favorite?"
"Um, well you might expect me to say Red, or Black, because I wear Red, and then you have the Black Pearl. But I would have to say a light clear blue." The light came back in to his eyes as he explained this.
"Why blue?" In fact she had been expecting him to answer black, which was one of the reasons she was not going to ask the question, the other reason was that she though the question was immature.
Oh well, if it looks obvious, and it smells obvious, then you still better tasted it. Especially when dealing with Jack Sparrow.
"Blue, because it is the color of the sea, and that can take you all most any where you want to go.
"I guess that does make cents. All right, the next question is... Oh Shit." A picture of a scull and cross bones just appeared on the screen.
Jack leaned over. "What's that?" He asked. "Your computer being attacked by pirates?"
"Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. Yeah something like that, the computer just got a virus, damn, it deleted every thing I had open before the anti-virus program got it." Myth sighed in annoyance. "Christ, I hate it when that happens, you'd thing they would give me some better software. But no, that would be to nice."
"Well congratulations."
"About what?!" She snapped. Uh oh, here comes that bad mood again, do they have Advil yet?
"I was starting to wonder if you knew how to swear, though I might have to teach you a few lessons."
"On swearing?" She demanded, glaring at him.
"Or other things, if you want..." He let that trail off as he smirked at her.
Myth just rolled her eyes, "I'm going to try and ignore that comment."
"You don't have to." He assured her, if it was assurances.
"Anyway, I guess will just have to move on to the E-mailed questions." She said as she typed some more on her computer.
"Take your time, Luv." Jack replayed, leaning back on his bed and taking another drink of rum.
*~*~*
Okay, people I can't make a chapter out of one question! You have to give me a little help here! So send me some more!!! I cant wait!!!!
You can E-mail me at Mythical_Assassin@yahoo.com Or you can IM me at AntiUnsociable on MSN. You can also put it in a review, what every you like best!!
Can I get a Hell Yeah?
~*~*~
"Thank you, I'll start with the questions from the society and then move on to the questions that will be E-mailed to me." The girl said as she clicked a few more buttons on her 'Lap top', making a white screen pop up with a lot of writing on it.
"And how long are you expecting this to take? I hope you know that I don't have all year. There is a lot of other things I might be doing besides answering your questions." Captain Sparrow said, flashing another gold toothed smile as he draped an arm around her shoulders.
She blushed slightly before getting a hold on her self and removing his arm from her with two fingers, as one would remove a large bug that they would rather have squashed.
"As is there a lot of things I would rather be doing, but not with you." She finished, scooting a little away from him.
Jack scooted back closer to her. "Well if you ever change you mind luv..."
"I assure you, I wont. Now please, can we keep this on a professional level Mr. Sparrow?"
Taking another drink of rum, "That's Captain Sparrow, Captain. If you can't get that right, then don't even bother trying to ask any questions."
"My apologies. But speaking of which, I'll start with the first question. Why do you insist on being called Captain? Isn't it just a title?"
Jack was taken aback. "'Just a title?' Just a title?' No it is not 'just a title'. Well it is but it's more then that. It's what I am, it's what the Pearl is, and it's freedom, the power to go where you want. It's leverage over people who are just a sailor, or just a pirate. Do you get what I am trying to say?"
All this was said with the waving of arms in a dramatic fashion, causing Myth to have to duck at random points to keep from getting waked over the head. "Yes, what your trying to say is that it's a title, right?"
"No! It's..." he sighed, rolling his eyes in mock frustration. "All right, next question."
"Okay, How forgiving are you when your friends let you down?"
"Well I like to think I'm pretty forgiving. It really depends on what they did. For example: Will, he hit me over the head knocking me out and risking my life! But I still tried to help him!"
Myth frowned, "From what I saw, you were just using him as leverage to get the Pearl back."
Jack winced remembering that part. "Well yes, that to. But it would have helped him! He would have gotten his bonny lass back and they would have all their little brats just like I'm sure they wanted. But no, he had to get all 'hero' on us, and get us left on that god forsaken island. Seriously, sometimes I wonder how he is doing up there." Jack taped his scull with one ringed finger. "A few to many pounds of the hammer if you ask me, and I bet that three hours a day of practicing did not help anything."
"I see, and what about Barbosa? You did not seem very forgiving with him."
"Well, will just let that be a warning to people, if you touch me ship, then..." Jack mimed shooting a gun.
Myth shivered a little at the look that came is to Jack's eyes she mentioned Barbosa, the smirk left, and the light in his eyes seemed to dim, it was a look that you would hate to have directed at you. Luckily it was directed at a sad looking floorboard. Few!
Wanting to change the subject, Myth skipped to the last thing on her list. "What's your favorite color?"
"What?" Jack seemed surprised at getting such a simple question. To hell with it, if it got his mind off of darker things, it's good enough for me.
"Colors." She prompted, mentally hitting her self for the stupid question. "Which one is your favorite?"
"Um, well you might expect me to say Red, or Black, because I wear Red, and then you have the Black Pearl. But I would have to say a light clear blue." The light came back in to his eyes as he explained this.
"Why blue?" In fact she had been expecting him to answer black, which was one of the reasons she was not going to ask the question, the other reason was that she though the question was immature.
Oh well, if it looks obvious, and it smells obvious, then you still better tasted it. Especially when dealing with Jack Sparrow.
"Blue, because it is the color of the sea, and that can take you all most any where you want to go.
"I guess that does make cents. All right, the next question is... Oh Shit." A picture of a scull and cross bones just appeared on the screen.
Jack leaned over. "What's that?" He asked. "Your computer being attacked by pirates?"
"Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit. Yeah something like that, the computer just got a virus, damn, it deleted every thing I had open before the anti-virus program got it." Myth sighed in annoyance. "Christ, I hate it when that happens, you'd thing they would give me some better software. But no, that would be to nice."
"Well congratulations."
"About what?!" She snapped. Uh oh, here comes that bad mood again, do they have Advil yet?
"I was starting to wonder if you knew how to swear, though I might have to teach you a few lessons."
"On swearing?" She demanded, glaring at him.
"Or other things, if you want..." He let that trail off as he smirked at her.
Myth just rolled her eyes, "I'm going to try and ignore that comment."
"You don't have to." He assured her, if it was assurances.
"Anyway, I guess will just have to move on to the E-mailed questions." She said as she typed some more on her computer.
"Take your time, Luv." Jack replayed, leaning back on his bed and taking another drink of rum.
*~*~*
Okay, people I can't make a chapter out of one question! You have to give me a little help here! So send me some more!!! I cant wait!!!!
You can E-mail me at Mythical_Assassin@yahoo.com Or you can IM me at AntiUnsociable on MSN. You can also put it in a review, what every you like best!!
Can I get a Hell Yeah?