Oooh, Kat's over! And we're updating! And-go figure. It's NOT 3:00 in the
morning. In fact, it's the completely decent time of 7:41 pm. Hurrah! We
went out shopping today. And for $60, I got my pirate top and skirt, and
pair of black lace gloves, skull-and-crossbones earrings, a chain necklace,
two charms for said necklace and... The Man Who Cried. I love that movie.
And my mum bought Benny & Joon! Yay! And Kat got Romeo and Juliet.
We saw Pirates of the Caribbean again last night! But it was for the last time. The last showing. It left theatres today. Sniffle. What are we going to do until December??
And now for a Jack quote:
"Stop blowin' 'oles in my ship!"
LuvlyGRLofLIFE: It IS rather similar to school. Buah! Norrington deserves the torture we go through day after day after day.
LotRseer3350: Yes, you might wait. But Jade is, after all, a pirate.
Bratprincess: I did write it. The only problem is getting it typed. But hey, I'm doing this, aren't' I?
Morph: I feel like we're going to let everyone down. The wedding has been highly over-rated, I fear.
Szhismine: We were hoping that would amuse people. And no, nothing goes wrong. But we hope you're not disappointed.
Harrypotter4ever: Yeah, we try to update once a week. Oh the joys of Fridays. And thank you, for saying we write the characters with the right personalities. We do try.
Ginny-Star: Euch. Homework.
MovieLvR4Lyfe: Let's all mock Norrington! HA!
J. Liha: Yuck. Cute. I really wish I could stop with the cuteness. It's despicable. NO! Don't steal Captain Jack! He's our muse. No more writing, if we don't get him back. Heeeey.... That would explain why I haven't been able to write anything lately. I really haven't too; I'm not just making that up. Please give him back?
Scarlett Red Rose: Yay for dictionaries! Can never get enough of those. And yes, aren't' we just so... sweet?
Tipsy Pirate Lass: You almost got us to 200 reviews! But why'd you stop? Did you suddenly decide you hated it or something? Hello? And don't worry about being shallow. We're all shallow. I honestly had to cut off about half of what I wrote there. I went on and on and on... and then I honestly forgot what I was writing about in the first place.
*
Jack Sparrow looked up as the door to his cabin swung open to admit Anamaria.
"Oh. S'you. What d'you want?" Ignoring him, she shut the door and seated herself comfortably. "Please Ana, feel free to come righ' into m'private cabin wi'out any invitation a'tall. Make yourself at 'ome," Jack offered sarcastically. She grinned at him cattily.
"Thanks. Don't mind if I do, Jack."
Jack pointed a finger at her threateningly, the effect rather ruined by his apparent drunkenness. "For the las' time, address me as cap'n, or I'll 'ave you walk the plank, savvy?"
"Whatever you say, Jack."
"Oh good. S'long as we're on accord then."
"How are you holding up?"
In response, Jack took several long draughts of his rum, tapping his rings senselessly against the table as he did so. Lowering the bottle, he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth with enough vigor to remove his moustache.
"I'll take that as a 'wonderful'?"
"I don't know Ana," Jack admitted. "I'm happy for her o' course, but I can't help feeling I've lost somethin'... not sure what though."
"Your daughter?" Anamaria suggested.
"Tha' could be it!"
Anamaria laughed; their banter had been going on for over fifteen years. "Relax, Jack. She'd die before giving up this life: she's too much like you. She's not going anywhere." At her last words, Anamaria began to fidget. Jack's eyes narrowed.
"Whasa matter with you? You look as if ye've seen cursed pirates."
"Jack, I want to leave the Pearl."
Jack's head snapped back as if he'd been slapped, and indeed she may as well have, for all the hurt in his eyes. "Excuse me?" Jack waved his hands- rum bottles and all- as Anamaria began to repeat herself. "I heard what you said. But what d'you mean you want to leave? You can't! You're my first mate! It's against the code."
"It's not."
"Well it will be then," Jack declared vehemently. "I'll have it added to the articles. What's a cap'n to do without his first mate?"
"Get another one. You still have Gibbs, or even Jade. She's as good a captain as you are."
"But, but..." For the first time in his life, Captain Jack Sparrow was at loss for words.
"Jack, I've sailed with you for seventeen years, and never once has my loyalty to you wavered. But I want to go home. I want to see my family again. Please Jack."
"Oh alRIGHT. I'm giving up the best member of my crew, but as long as YOU'RE happy. We can dump you off in Tortuga after we return the Port Royalians." Anamaria rose to her feet and Jack did too. He wrapped his arms around the smaller woman, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to miss you, Ana. Bad luck be damned; you've brought us nothing but good luck."
*
Jade sat in her cabin, waiting for the ceremony. She had flat-out refused to wear a dress, vouching instead for a loose blue skirt and white shirt of French silk. All her rings were in place, but her only other jewelry was the necklace of black pearls her father had given her years ago. She had decided to go barefoot, as well as to allow Anamaria and Elizabeth to thread her hair with flowers. The only problem was that she could not bear to sit still. She paced back and forth in the small room.
"Jade, sit down," Elizabeth coaxed.
"I can't," she protested. "What if something goes wrong?"
"And what could go wrong?" questioned Anamaria.
"I don't know! What if... what if he decides he doesn't want to get married after all, and runs away?"
"You're on a ship," Anamaria reminded her. "Where could he possibly run?"
Jade's mouth opened and closed silently as she tried to think of a plausible explanation. "He can swim!" she exclaimed finally. Elizabeth and Anamaria both laughed.
"Yes, he can swim," Elizabeth said. "But he's not going to. Wild horses could not drag him away."
"Really? What did he say?" Jade looked at her eagerly.
"Nothing." Jade's face fell. "He didn't need to. I'm his mother."
Accepting this, Jade sat down again, allowing them to arrange her hair.
*
Jack Turner, meanwhile, was pacing in his room, desperately wanting to take the bottle the captain was drinking, and drink it all himself.
"Jack you need to calm down," Will told him.
"I am calm. I just happen to be very nervous as well. You never know what could happen."
"Jack we've been through this. We're on a ship, there's nowhere for her to go."
"She could throw me over and commander the ship."
"Thank you!" jack Sparrow looked up suddenly. "Finally, someone who knows the nautical terms." He glowered at the boy. "This does NOT mean that I like you any more, just so we're clear." Abruptly he rose to his feet. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go wish my daughter good luck."
Anamaria and Elizabeth had just finished with Jade's hair when Jack swaggered into the room.
"For heaven's sake, go to your son," he told Elizabeth. "Will is about to explode from all his mothering." Grinning, Elizabeth left the room and Jack eyed his daughter. "You look nice." He admitted finally, taking a swig of rum. "You're not wearing white."
"White's for virgins." Jade answered him off-handedly. Jack choked violently on his drink. Eyes wide, he stood stock still, staring at her.
"Exactly. So why aren't you wearing it?"
"Daddy, if you are truly that naïve, I refuse to be the one that explains it to you."
"I'll kill him!" Jack spluttered. Jade and Anamaria both rolled their eyes.
"No you won't." Anamaria told him.
"Well no, but..." Jack sat down glaring at then over his rum bottle. "I hate women," he muttered. He was ignored.
A sharp tapping came at the door. "Miss Jade, we're ready for ya!" Gibbs called through the door.
Jack leapt to his feet, staring in confusion at the door and then at his daughter. "Now?"
"Yes, now."
"But...:" He looked to Anamaria for support, who shook her head. "Well," Jack said, seeming to brighten. "Shall we go then?" Gently he took his daughter's arm, leading her out the door.
*
When Jack saw Jade walking toward him, arm hooked with her father's, his breath caught. She wasn't dressed in any fancy or refined manner. He would have been surprised if she had; it was, after all, Jade. But somehow she was far more beautiful than any fine British woman could ever be. She grinned at him as her father led her up the makeshift isle, so slowly it was almost painful. She tapped her fingers impatiently against her thigh, winking at him. He grinned back until he caught her father glaring at him, at which point he sobered slightly.
After five eternities, Jade finally reached him.
"Who freely gives this woman?" Jack Sparrow took over his role of cleric. He paused for a moment before saying, "I do." Jade laughed delightedly as she took her place opposite Jack. Looking into her eyes, Jack forgot where he was. He didn't hear, he didn't see, except for her. As the vows were exchanged, her voice sang in his ears. His own words, although full of meaning, were forgotten as soon as they left his mouth.
And then he came flying back. The rings were on their fingers, and Jack Sparrow was speaking the final words.
"With the power vested in me, by our mutual faith in the love these two have for each other, and in rum, and in the word savvy, and in the Pearl, and in the song 'A Pirate's Life for Me', which I think we should sing right now and-"
"Dad, get on with it," Jade laughed. Jack took a deep breath.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. And if you hurt her, I'll kill you, savvy?"
Everyone stared at him expectantly.
"Isn't this the part where you're s'posed to say 'You may now kiss the bride'?" Jade reminded him.
"I don't think so, thanks."
Rolling her eyes, Jade leaned forward and kissed her new husband anyway. The crew erupted into loud cheers, making Norrington jump before singing, "Yo-ho, yo-ho" as loudly (and resultantly out-of-tune) as possible.
"Alright! That's enough!" Jack yelled, pushing them apart and walking between them. "And stop with that blasted song!"
Everyone ignored him.
As it grew dark, they lit candles and fires, giving the Pearl a ghostly appearance. The eerie effect was ruined by the loud shouts of the drunken crew, fully enjoying their party.
Jade was attempting to swindle some rum off one of the drunken sailors when Anamaria came over to her.
"Congratulations."
Jade looked up at her, abandoning her task. "Thanks very much."
"I haven't had a chance to give you your wedding present."
"Aw, Anamaria, you didn't have to get me anything."
"I didn't."
Jade's face fell into a frown. "Oh."
Anamaria laughed. "Come here." She led Jade out on deck, where it was quieter. "I want you to have this." She handed Jade a golden clasp bracelet, with six one-inch scarabs. Set in each scarab was a different stone: a chrysophase, a quartz, a jasper, an amethyst, an onyx, a coral and a bloodstone.
Jade gaped at it as Anamaria clasped it around her wrist. "But- you can't give me this! By the gods, Ana, it must be worth a fortune."
"It was my first piece of pirate treasure," Anamaria said, ignoring Jade's protestations. "You're the closest thing I've ever had to a daughter. I hope you'll keep it to remember me by."
"Remember you?" Jade repeated, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Yes. I'm leaving. Going back to Tortuga."
"B-but... you can't!" Jade argued, sounding exactly like her father.
Anamaria rolled her eyes. "Yes I can."
Jade glared at her. "You know what I mean. You're the first mate. You can't just up and leave. Think what my father will say."
"Pretty much that."
"You mean he knows? And hasn't had you locked in the brig yet? Well this is no fun. You're going to leave me alone on a ship full of arrogant men."
"There's always Jack," Anamaria pointed out. Jade ignored that.
"Do you really have to leave, Ana?"
"Yes."
Jade sighed. "Alright then. I wish you wouldn't, though."
"Oh for heaven's sake jade. I'm not DYING. Go find your husband. I expect he's looking for you."
Smiling, Jade went off, leaving Anamaria to say good-bye to her home.
*
DON'T EAT US!
We saw Pirates of the Caribbean again last night! But it was for the last time. The last showing. It left theatres today. Sniffle. What are we going to do until December??
And now for a Jack quote:
"Stop blowin' 'oles in my ship!"
LuvlyGRLofLIFE: It IS rather similar to school. Buah! Norrington deserves the torture we go through day after day after day.
LotRseer3350: Yes, you might wait. But Jade is, after all, a pirate.
Bratprincess: I did write it. The only problem is getting it typed. But hey, I'm doing this, aren't' I?
Morph: I feel like we're going to let everyone down. The wedding has been highly over-rated, I fear.
Szhismine: We were hoping that would amuse people. And no, nothing goes wrong. But we hope you're not disappointed.
Harrypotter4ever: Yeah, we try to update once a week. Oh the joys of Fridays. And thank you, for saying we write the characters with the right personalities. We do try.
Ginny-Star: Euch. Homework.
MovieLvR4Lyfe: Let's all mock Norrington! HA!
J. Liha: Yuck. Cute. I really wish I could stop with the cuteness. It's despicable. NO! Don't steal Captain Jack! He's our muse. No more writing, if we don't get him back. Heeeey.... That would explain why I haven't been able to write anything lately. I really haven't too; I'm not just making that up. Please give him back?
Scarlett Red Rose: Yay for dictionaries! Can never get enough of those. And yes, aren't' we just so... sweet?
Tipsy Pirate Lass: You almost got us to 200 reviews! But why'd you stop? Did you suddenly decide you hated it or something? Hello? And don't worry about being shallow. We're all shallow. I honestly had to cut off about half of what I wrote there. I went on and on and on... and then I honestly forgot what I was writing about in the first place.
*
Jack Sparrow looked up as the door to his cabin swung open to admit Anamaria.
"Oh. S'you. What d'you want?" Ignoring him, she shut the door and seated herself comfortably. "Please Ana, feel free to come righ' into m'private cabin wi'out any invitation a'tall. Make yourself at 'ome," Jack offered sarcastically. She grinned at him cattily.
"Thanks. Don't mind if I do, Jack."
Jack pointed a finger at her threateningly, the effect rather ruined by his apparent drunkenness. "For the las' time, address me as cap'n, or I'll 'ave you walk the plank, savvy?"
"Whatever you say, Jack."
"Oh good. S'long as we're on accord then."
"How are you holding up?"
In response, Jack took several long draughts of his rum, tapping his rings senselessly against the table as he did so. Lowering the bottle, he used the back of his hand to wipe his mouth with enough vigor to remove his moustache.
"I'll take that as a 'wonderful'?"
"I don't know Ana," Jack admitted. "I'm happy for her o' course, but I can't help feeling I've lost somethin'... not sure what though."
"Your daughter?" Anamaria suggested.
"Tha' could be it!"
Anamaria laughed; their banter had been going on for over fifteen years. "Relax, Jack. She'd die before giving up this life: she's too much like you. She's not going anywhere." At her last words, Anamaria began to fidget. Jack's eyes narrowed.
"Whasa matter with you? You look as if ye've seen cursed pirates."
"Jack, I want to leave the Pearl."
Jack's head snapped back as if he'd been slapped, and indeed she may as well have, for all the hurt in his eyes. "Excuse me?" Jack waved his hands- rum bottles and all- as Anamaria began to repeat herself. "I heard what you said. But what d'you mean you want to leave? You can't! You're my first mate! It's against the code."
"It's not."
"Well it will be then," Jack declared vehemently. "I'll have it added to the articles. What's a cap'n to do without his first mate?"
"Get another one. You still have Gibbs, or even Jade. She's as good a captain as you are."
"But, but..." For the first time in his life, Captain Jack Sparrow was at loss for words.
"Jack, I've sailed with you for seventeen years, and never once has my loyalty to you wavered. But I want to go home. I want to see my family again. Please Jack."
"Oh alRIGHT. I'm giving up the best member of my crew, but as long as YOU'RE happy. We can dump you off in Tortuga after we return the Port Royalians." Anamaria rose to her feet and Jack did too. He wrapped his arms around the smaller woman, hugging her tightly. "I'm going to miss you, Ana. Bad luck be damned; you've brought us nothing but good luck."
*
Jade sat in her cabin, waiting for the ceremony. She had flat-out refused to wear a dress, vouching instead for a loose blue skirt and white shirt of French silk. All her rings were in place, but her only other jewelry was the necklace of black pearls her father had given her years ago. She had decided to go barefoot, as well as to allow Anamaria and Elizabeth to thread her hair with flowers. The only problem was that she could not bear to sit still. She paced back and forth in the small room.
"Jade, sit down," Elizabeth coaxed.
"I can't," she protested. "What if something goes wrong?"
"And what could go wrong?" questioned Anamaria.
"I don't know! What if... what if he decides he doesn't want to get married after all, and runs away?"
"You're on a ship," Anamaria reminded her. "Where could he possibly run?"
Jade's mouth opened and closed silently as she tried to think of a plausible explanation. "He can swim!" she exclaimed finally. Elizabeth and Anamaria both laughed.
"Yes, he can swim," Elizabeth said. "But he's not going to. Wild horses could not drag him away."
"Really? What did he say?" Jade looked at her eagerly.
"Nothing." Jade's face fell. "He didn't need to. I'm his mother."
Accepting this, Jade sat down again, allowing them to arrange her hair.
*
Jack Turner, meanwhile, was pacing in his room, desperately wanting to take the bottle the captain was drinking, and drink it all himself.
"Jack you need to calm down," Will told him.
"I am calm. I just happen to be very nervous as well. You never know what could happen."
"Jack we've been through this. We're on a ship, there's nowhere for her to go."
"She could throw me over and commander the ship."
"Thank you!" jack Sparrow looked up suddenly. "Finally, someone who knows the nautical terms." He glowered at the boy. "This does NOT mean that I like you any more, just so we're clear." Abruptly he rose to his feet. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go wish my daughter good luck."
Anamaria and Elizabeth had just finished with Jade's hair when Jack swaggered into the room.
"For heaven's sake, go to your son," he told Elizabeth. "Will is about to explode from all his mothering." Grinning, Elizabeth left the room and Jack eyed his daughter. "You look nice." He admitted finally, taking a swig of rum. "You're not wearing white."
"White's for virgins." Jade answered him off-handedly. Jack choked violently on his drink. Eyes wide, he stood stock still, staring at her.
"Exactly. So why aren't you wearing it?"
"Daddy, if you are truly that naïve, I refuse to be the one that explains it to you."
"I'll kill him!" Jack spluttered. Jade and Anamaria both rolled their eyes.
"No you won't." Anamaria told him.
"Well no, but..." Jack sat down glaring at then over his rum bottle. "I hate women," he muttered. He was ignored.
A sharp tapping came at the door. "Miss Jade, we're ready for ya!" Gibbs called through the door.
Jack leapt to his feet, staring in confusion at the door and then at his daughter. "Now?"
"Yes, now."
"But...:" He looked to Anamaria for support, who shook her head. "Well," Jack said, seeming to brighten. "Shall we go then?" Gently he took his daughter's arm, leading her out the door.
*
When Jack saw Jade walking toward him, arm hooked with her father's, his breath caught. She wasn't dressed in any fancy or refined manner. He would have been surprised if she had; it was, after all, Jade. But somehow she was far more beautiful than any fine British woman could ever be. She grinned at him as her father led her up the makeshift isle, so slowly it was almost painful. She tapped her fingers impatiently against her thigh, winking at him. He grinned back until he caught her father glaring at him, at which point he sobered slightly.
After five eternities, Jade finally reached him.
"Who freely gives this woman?" Jack Sparrow took over his role of cleric. He paused for a moment before saying, "I do." Jade laughed delightedly as she took her place opposite Jack. Looking into her eyes, Jack forgot where he was. He didn't hear, he didn't see, except for her. As the vows were exchanged, her voice sang in his ears. His own words, although full of meaning, were forgotten as soon as they left his mouth.
And then he came flying back. The rings were on their fingers, and Jack Sparrow was speaking the final words.
"With the power vested in me, by our mutual faith in the love these two have for each other, and in rum, and in the word savvy, and in the Pearl, and in the song 'A Pirate's Life for Me', which I think we should sing right now and-"
"Dad, get on with it," Jade laughed. Jack took a deep breath.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. And if you hurt her, I'll kill you, savvy?"
Everyone stared at him expectantly.
"Isn't this the part where you're s'posed to say 'You may now kiss the bride'?" Jade reminded him.
"I don't think so, thanks."
Rolling her eyes, Jade leaned forward and kissed her new husband anyway. The crew erupted into loud cheers, making Norrington jump before singing, "Yo-ho, yo-ho" as loudly (and resultantly out-of-tune) as possible.
"Alright! That's enough!" Jack yelled, pushing them apart and walking between them. "And stop with that blasted song!"
Everyone ignored him.
As it grew dark, they lit candles and fires, giving the Pearl a ghostly appearance. The eerie effect was ruined by the loud shouts of the drunken crew, fully enjoying their party.
Jade was attempting to swindle some rum off one of the drunken sailors when Anamaria came over to her.
"Congratulations."
Jade looked up at her, abandoning her task. "Thanks very much."
"I haven't had a chance to give you your wedding present."
"Aw, Anamaria, you didn't have to get me anything."
"I didn't."
Jade's face fell into a frown. "Oh."
Anamaria laughed. "Come here." She led Jade out on deck, where it was quieter. "I want you to have this." She handed Jade a golden clasp bracelet, with six one-inch scarabs. Set in each scarab was a different stone: a chrysophase, a quartz, a jasper, an amethyst, an onyx, a coral and a bloodstone.
Jade gaped at it as Anamaria clasped it around her wrist. "But- you can't give me this! By the gods, Ana, it must be worth a fortune."
"It was my first piece of pirate treasure," Anamaria said, ignoring Jade's protestations. "You're the closest thing I've ever had to a daughter. I hope you'll keep it to remember me by."
"Remember you?" Jade repeated, eyes narrowing suspiciously.
"Yes. I'm leaving. Going back to Tortuga."
"B-but... you can't!" Jade argued, sounding exactly like her father.
Anamaria rolled her eyes. "Yes I can."
Jade glared at her. "You know what I mean. You're the first mate. You can't just up and leave. Think what my father will say."
"Pretty much that."
"You mean he knows? And hasn't had you locked in the brig yet? Well this is no fun. You're going to leave me alone on a ship full of arrogant men."
"There's always Jack," Anamaria pointed out. Jade ignored that.
"Do you really have to leave, Ana?"
"Yes."
Jade sighed. "Alright then. I wish you wouldn't, though."
"Oh for heaven's sake jade. I'm not DYING. Go find your husband. I expect he's looking for you."
Smiling, Jade went off, leaving Anamaria to say good-bye to her home.
*
DON'T EAT US!