Disclaimer: I own TP. *shifty eyes* Okay! Fine, I just own Inu Yasha…and Shippo, and Jim…and Jack Sparrow-
Jack: CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW!
Me: SORRY! And Fuzzy Lumpkins…and Jiggilypuff…and Ranma…and…oh well, I forgot my list!
Notes:
-Heintzman owes me Skittles
-Kia owes me 6.50$
-Mrs. LATOD(language arts teacher of doom)owes me freedom
-My parents owe me a new computer (yeah right!)
--ramblings—
Note to self: Quit writing notes to self!
NOW TO THE THINGS YOU CARE ABOUT!
Review Comments!
Elvenwolf: Well, I'm not sure..maybe…
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Alex Ryder: HAHA! Sarcasm is a normal part of my home life! I tried to blend in part of me in Jen, of course who's character isn't influenced by themselves? If you say no, you're a liar! 40 minutes of commercial free Z…starts now…( its from the radio!)
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TO EVERYONE ELSE WHO REVIEWED: Thank you for boosting my review count to over forty! I love you all!
And now! On with de show!
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" We are all clear Captain!" Onus shouted from the crow's nest, his many eyes had just sifted open skies through the telescope he held.
The captain dropped her gaze from the lookout and turned to her first mate, " Well my friend," she asked, " Are we ready to raise this creaking tub?"
" My pleasure captain," he answered then bellowed. " ALL HANDS TO STATIONS! SMARTLY NOW!"
Jen was almost overrun by some sailors racing for the ropes; she stared upwards until dizzy with the height.
" LOOSE ALL SOLAR SAILS!"
The Cabin Girl was in awe as the beautifully white sails came loose in the sun and took form, quickly absorbing the power and energy of light. Slowly and majestically, the ship floated up from the dock, the humongous keel rising high above the heads of many passerbies.
Jen was almost knocked over by some aliens pulling at lines to tighten the tension on the ropes.
As the ship rose, the gravity of the spaceport lost hold of them and the passengers began to float. Delbert too the opportunity to swim around, that is…until-
" Mr. Snuff," the captain barked, " Engage artificial gravity."
Snuff, the Flatulan that Jen had run into upon her boarding of the ship, saluted and uttered some squelching noises before pulling a lever that set them all comfortably back on the ground.
Jen landed on all fours, balanced between her legs and arms, Delbert however wasn't so lucky. He fell into a heap of metal and screws.
Amelia gave him a blank stare and then turned to the helmsman.
" South-by-Southwest Mr. Turnbuckle, heading two-one-zero-zero."
" Aye Captain," he responded, " two-one-zero-zero."
" Mr. Arrow, get this bird into space."
He saluted and pulled on a speaker that led far into the interior of the ship to where the engine lay, " Take her away!"
" Brace yourself," the Captain warned Delbert.
" Meh-meh-meh!" He mocked and stuck his nose in the air.
There was a moment while the engines charged and the rudder swirled, then they took off from the port. Amelia stood tall as the doctor flew by her, falling into an even more undignified pile of scrap metal.
Jen had luckily been holding on to a rope at the time of departure and had felt a slight jolt as they took off and nothing more. She climbed onto the gang-lines and watched as the sky flew by. The stars that had always seemed to hold their place were jolted into new positions every second. She stared towards the stern and could manage to see her home planet fading into the distance.
The Captain stared over her domain; everything was orderly, well, almost…
" 'Tis a grand day for salin' Cap'n, and look at ye! You're as sleek and as bonny as a new skiff with a fresh coat 'o paint." He swept his hat off and bowed.
" You can keep that kind of flim flammer for your spaceport floozies, Mr. Silver."
Morph burst from Silver's pocket and began imitating the captain's dress, image, voice, and words.
" Spaceport floozie! Spaceport floozie!" The blob mocked.
Silver quickly shoved the morph under his hat, " I speaks nuthin' but me own mind Cap'n." He jammed his hat back on his head as Morph floated up from his temporary holding cell.
" Ah yes, and, by the way, isn't that your cabin girl aimlessly footling about in the ropes?"
" Well…I…" Silver sighed, " A momentary aberration Cap'n, soon to be addressed. Jay-lo! I have two new friends I'd like you to meet." Silver grinned evilly.
Jen looked around expectantly, and then focused on the cook.
" Say hello to Mr. Mop, and Mrs. Bucket!" He laughed and threw them at Jen, who caught them before they were flung into space.
Jen rolled her eyes and said flatly: " Yippee."
About an hour later, Jen was still mopping, but was partially amusing herself with making fun of the people she knew.
" Dum-de-dum-de-dum. I'm Delbert! I'm stupid in every common manner even though I know how many protons are in every single kind of atom! Yay for me!
" I'm Silver, I always carry a mop and bucket in my coat! Hi-de-di-de-di!"
She was suddenly pushed aside by a large, four-armed sailor.
" Watch it girly," he warned deeply and walked off.
She stared after him, shaking her head and went back to mopping, carefully eyeing another group of sailors who were talking discreetly.
They saw her.
All of them stopped abruptly and looked at her.
" What are you lookin' at weirdo?" One asked; the head crawled off on spindly legs to show that the body was really another alien.
" Yeah, weirdo," the "body" echoed.
She raised an eyebrow and started mopping again; a hiss was uttered as a red spider-thing crawled down the mizzenmast.
" Cabin Boys should learn to mind their own business," he hissed.
She smiled back, " Fine, let the guys do that, but I'm a girl."
" The rule applies to Cabin Girls as well, play the rules and you won't get hurt," he sneered.
Jen looked up innocently and fake pouted, " You got sumthin' ta hide from me playa' in da pimpmobile?"
" Why you impudent little-" He seized Jen by the throat and stood up on his toes, pinning her to the mast. She struggled to breathe.
" Any last words, girl? Or would you like to reconsider your other ones?"
" No, I'm good. Did you know that people who speak their minds are less likely to have mental problems?"
" Clearly it didn't work on you shrimp."
She let out a war cry and tried to tackle him, forgetting that he had her in an I-can-kill-you-any-second grip. He sneered at her sudden forgetfulness.
He breathed into her face, " Say goodbye."
" One last thing," she begged and he lessened his grip, " Don't breathe on the flowers at my funeral, I want live ones on my grave."
He held up another claw and flicked the razor-sharp side across her cheek, cutting it open.
" Mr. Scroop?"
Jen and Scroop both looked down to see Silver casually eating fruit.
" Do you know what happens to a fresh purp, when you squeeze real hard?" He grabbed the spider's free claw with his cyborg arm and squeezed, making the offender drop Jen to the deck.
" Goodbye," Jen muttered back, rubbing her throat.
" What's all this then?" Arrow strode down the steps from the helm to the main deck. " You all know the rules, there will be no brawling on this ship, he turned to face the spider and stared straight into his eyes, " Am I clear Mr. Scroop?"
The sailor glanced at Silver's cyborg eye, which glinted across his face.
" Transparently," he answered, and glared at the first mate's retreating back before returning to the lower decks, the galley to be more precise.
" Very good Mr. Arrow sir! A tight ship's a happy ship, sir!" He saluted and picked up Jen's fallen mop.
" Jay-lo? I gave you a job!" He pointed towards the mop.
" I know what a mop is!" She grabbed it back, " And I was doing my job until that…bug-thing came and-"
" Belay that! Now, you'd better have swabbed this deck clean afore I return, because heaven help ye if it not be done! Morph?" He turned to the shape shifter floating nearby, " Keep an eye on this here pup, let me know if there'll be any more distractions."
There it is again, that weird accent. Sometimes he sounds like a pirate, and sometimes he sounds pretty polite. She glared at the Morph who was jabbering angrily and shifted to have humongous eyes. Jen rolled her eyes and kept mopping.
She tried to leave once or twice, but the morph always reminded her to keep working with a strange noise.
After two hours, the deck was done and Jen sighed as Morph turned into a mop and ran over her foot before floating back up to her face and hiccupping up soap bubbles.
The girl smiled, " Well this has been a fun day, meeting new friends like that…spider psycho." She waved her fingers at the morph.
" Spider psycho! Spider psycho!" He turned into a smaller version of Scroop and hopped on six legs, waving his mini claws around.
Jen snorted, " A little uglier."
Morph gave a quirky " MWAHA" and bulged his eyes
" Perfect."
Morph shrugged and then changed back into his normal pink self.
" Thank heaven for little miracles, up here for an hour and the deck is still in one piece." He dumped the after-dinner trash over the railing of the deck.
Jen stabbed at the clean deck with her mop, " Look, what you did…thanks."
" Didn't yer mum or pap ever teach you how ta pick yer fights lass?"
" My mom was always too busy,"
" Surely yer pap…" he saw the icy stare on her face, " Yer father not the teaching sort?"
" No," she answered bitterly, still scrubbing at the clean deck, "he was more of the going away and never coming back sorts."
" Sorry lass."
" S'no big deal, I'm just fine."
" Zat so? Well, since the Cap'n put you with me, like it or not I'm gonna pound some skills into that hard female head of yours."
" What?"
" From now on, you won't so much as scratch yer bum without me seein' it"
" Stay away from my ass!"
" I meant no offence! But you will have my watchful eye and my stern fist!"
" You can't-"
" Yes I can, you can be sure of that!"
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I am aware that the pirates' meeting isn't here, this is meant to be told more from Jen's view!
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Vampire with a weird nose and eyebrows.
Everybody…meet Chum, my rabid seagull!
Everybody: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Chum: MWAHAHAHAHA!
Being random is fun!