What Would You Choose?
Wow! I'm so happy I got reviews! And just in time for Christmas!!! ^___^ Thank you all of you!!! *hands out jack sparrow dolls with santa hats* Anyway, I don't own the people, the 'you' insertion, or some of the plot *gee do I own ANYTHING?*. So PLEASE don't sue me!!!!
Chapter Two: Of Ports And.The Governors Royal Navy
'This is Your story. See Your life. Live Your life.'
This sentence runs through your head repeatedly, pushing along through the daily thoughts of your dreams. Until... "AHH!" you shriek as you find you are lying on your back, and facing directly at the sun. You blink cautiously...'Sun? Wasn't I just in a library?' you think. Slowly, you get up and start looking around. You were lying on the concrete-like road and watching people pass by giving you the most revolting stares. 'Heck! What are they looking at?! They're the ones dressed in frilly dresses and wigs!' you think. Then, for the first time since you woke up smelling the salt and sea, you look at your own self.
This view only makes you want to scream again but retain yourself. You weren't wearing that cute baby tee OR new jeans anymore. Now it was starched cotton pants that looked like kapris, and a large shirt that had strings criss-crossing up the front until it gave off quite a revealing view, but not completely. Your hair wasn't much of an improvement either, it was dusted in well...dust and dirt, and your boots were seemingly just as dirty. This was too much...breeches, blouses, boots????! "What the hell is going on here???!!!!!" You shout into the open street.
Everyone gives you an even more worried glance at you and rush to their duties. A voice behind you speaks. "Confused?" You spin around and there is a real-live person of the child-like statue. She wore a fancy dress like all the others, and had her hair spun around into a delicate bun, not the play dress that the child in the library wore, but you still recognized her. "Haha, this is your story! Live it!" She tittered and fanned herself with an expensive looking fan.
"Well ex-CUSE me! I didn't think I'd end up as a hobo in fairytale land!...I didn't even know they Had hobo's in fairytale land..." you ponder this thought for a moment. "And another thing, Who am I?"
She gives you a puzzled look. "You mean you don't remember? The story? You're a pirate! Captain Charon, the best female pirate of the Caribbean! The first lady too," she grins at you. You, on the other hand, gape open mouthed at her. How can she be so happy at a time like this? After-after, after taking you to a strange place where you do not know how to fend for yourself neither be a captain of a ship!
"And who are YOU to be telling me these things?!" You say pointing a finger at the girl rather critically. "And -and...what's going on!?"
She stops smiling and waving her fan. "I'm Sirius, the duchess's only child, and your guide," she says rather pointedly. "In this realm you are the most feared female pirate in the Caribbean sea, this...is Port Royale. On the other hand...who will be you in your realm?" She grinned.
This thought hadn't bothered to cross your mind...Who WAS you in your own hometown? Was that person waking up on the cold library ground and feeling just as out of place as you were? Were they treating your family like you did? Would your parents notice that that wasn't you? "Wh-who?" you ask dryly.
Sirius smiled again. "Think about it...you're someone here...that someone..." She trailed and lifted her eyes from the ground to your eyes, winking in their own way without moving her eyelids.
"Is me..." you breathe. "So you're telling me that a-a-a pirate is ME?" you start to pace on the sandy road. "And-and...how am I supposed to go home?!" this question was the inevitable you think. It had to come sooner or later.
"It's...complicated...you see..." from her purse Sirius pulled out a book...The book. "This is yours," she handed it to you, "the rest is up to you," she looks meaningfully at you and clasps your hands around the book. "You were brought here for a reason. The ending...is all up to you!" she says and starts to walk away. "I must go now...duchess's daughter!"
She leaves you staring open mouthed at her. For a moment you stay like this, until you shake your head in frustration. "Oh great. I'm a captain...well I don't see my ship!" You shout frustrated. Then a shout cries over to you.
"Cap'in Charon! Them mates are lookin' for ye! We'll be heading off soon?" A girl with short black hair and eyes clearly state she is a runaway Asian slave. She panted for a moment while awaiting your reply.
You stare at this girl in partial misbelief, she wore brown breeches that were short enough to be funky looking shorts, and a dirty white shirt, and hanging at her side was a pistol. Shaking these thoughts out of your head you think about her question. Leave? Already?... "No!...I-I mean no...I want to stay a little longer and er...jack some stuff?" You think about what you said, pirates jack things right?
She looked at me strangely. "'Jack' things?" She queried. "Oh nevermind ca'pin I'll tell the crew to fold the Star's sails," She spoke and ran off to a ship you hadn't noticed before, whose presence you now took in fully.
The ship was breathtaking. That was it. It was made out of what looked like ivory...perhaps melted ivory to form the grand ship before you. The sails were of the purest cerulean with two thin swords crossing and a star where they met. About fifteen girls about the same age as you were hauling boxes to the lower quarters and tending to the ship. "The Star?" you ask breathlessly.
The day passes quickly with you wandering through the vintage streets and alleyways, pocketing the images into your memory. 'Man, this would be great for a history project...' you think. Soon, it is night. The only people walking around in the moonlight are hobos, hidden pirates, and drunks...and navy officials. "Hey! Commodore Norrington! A-a-a p-pirate!" A voice behind you said in a worried voice. You spin on your heels. Pirate? Pirate where??? Oh...you of course!
Quickly, you dash through the streets of the night until...you're cornered in a dead-ended alleyway. Oh Joy. The two officials are soon accompanied by four more, who are advancing on you with speed! You panic and think...'What would a super pirate do??? I-I don't know!!' you think frantically, desperately searching for a thought about pirate movies and what they do...that was no good...they always got caught...
"Oy! 'ello Norrington! Gillette!" A voice calls from the end of the alley. You squint to get a better view but only see shadows casting over the strangers face. "Haven' seen ye for a while!"
The officials lower their weapons. "Jack Sparrow...I believe you were given a reprieve on the promise that you'd stay away from Port Royale. What are you doing here?" Norrington rolled his eyes, sheathing his blade, and clearly forgetting about you.
Jack grins, charmingly. "Why I be saving a lass tonight Commodore-" he says, and starts walking towards you. You feel a hot blush creep through your face as he slings his arm over your shoulder...thankful that it is dark or else you may ruin this pirates reputation as a cold bloodthirsty pirate. "'Night to ye lads!" He waved to the soldiers and handed you a rope in the dark, which then, he signaled you to run forward, as soon as you did you tripped the group off their feet in surprise and were running down the street to the docks-with the angry officials behind you both! You and Jack quickly took a sharp turn and ducked behind a closed kiosk. You heard the officers voices dwindle away until you could hear them no more and you felt Jack pull your shoulder up to meet eyes with him. "Who are ye lass?"
"Uh......" you blush and say your name to him. Then suddenly, you remember who this is! Jack Sparrow! From Pirates of the Caribbean! The mega huge star was standing in front of you! Was this just a movie set?! Or was it...Real? Can't be...it was just a movie...right? To test your thoughts you ask a tiny question. "Is your real name Johnny Depp?"
Jack gives you a confused look. "Whozat luv?" He speaks with a drunken air. You suppress your laughter and shake your head. This was real. As ridiculous as it may be...it was Real.
Your own real-live adventure! It's strange how you had seemed so scared this afternoon...it now seemed like a bold, new, daring crusade! And the end...was all up to you alone.
While you were contemplating your thoughts Jack made a small coughing noise. "Well luv, I now have a question for ye," he grins a few gold teeth flashing in the moonlight. "Are ye the lass who the sea called to...the one who captains the ship which is white as iv'ry...Captain Charon?"
You look puzzled at Jack. You weren't a captain of anything! Not even the school soccer committee... which is just a fancy word for the water boy or girl. Oh!...of course...he meant the woman you were supposed to be portraying....you think of some pirate lingo. "Aye! I be Captain Charon! The first lass to commandeer a ship!" you grin spectacularly.
"Well I be damned! Captain Charon right 'ere in Port Royale! When me onesies self and crew be 'ere as well!" He gave a laugh out. Then straightened up and tipped his hat to you. "Milady, I be seeing ye..." He took your hand and kissed the back of it before heading into the darkness.
And you? Well, you were running to your ship with a goofy grin on your face. Imagine that! Captain Jack Sparrow in your own adventure as well!
¤=¤=¤=¤=¤ Well my people, how did I do? hehe please tell me in a review! I love reviews!!! Best kinda krismus present! It doesn't even cost a cent and doesn't need to be wrapped! Trust me I suck at wrapping gifts! Well, I'll be off! Happy holidays!
Wow! I'm so happy I got reviews! And just in time for Christmas!!! ^___^ Thank you all of you!!! *hands out jack sparrow dolls with santa hats* Anyway, I don't own the people, the 'you' insertion, or some of the plot *gee do I own ANYTHING?*. So PLEASE don't sue me!!!!
Chapter Two: Of Ports And.The Governors Royal Navy
'This is Your story. See Your life. Live Your life.'
This sentence runs through your head repeatedly, pushing along through the daily thoughts of your dreams. Until... "AHH!" you shriek as you find you are lying on your back, and facing directly at the sun. You blink cautiously...'Sun? Wasn't I just in a library?' you think. Slowly, you get up and start looking around. You were lying on the concrete-like road and watching people pass by giving you the most revolting stares. 'Heck! What are they looking at?! They're the ones dressed in frilly dresses and wigs!' you think. Then, for the first time since you woke up smelling the salt and sea, you look at your own self.
This view only makes you want to scream again but retain yourself. You weren't wearing that cute baby tee OR new jeans anymore. Now it was starched cotton pants that looked like kapris, and a large shirt that had strings criss-crossing up the front until it gave off quite a revealing view, but not completely. Your hair wasn't much of an improvement either, it was dusted in well...dust and dirt, and your boots were seemingly just as dirty. This was too much...breeches, blouses, boots????! "What the hell is going on here???!!!!!" You shout into the open street.
Everyone gives you an even more worried glance at you and rush to their duties. A voice behind you speaks. "Confused?" You spin around and there is a real-live person of the child-like statue. She wore a fancy dress like all the others, and had her hair spun around into a delicate bun, not the play dress that the child in the library wore, but you still recognized her. "Haha, this is your story! Live it!" She tittered and fanned herself with an expensive looking fan.
"Well ex-CUSE me! I didn't think I'd end up as a hobo in fairytale land!...I didn't even know they Had hobo's in fairytale land..." you ponder this thought for a moment. "And another thing, Who am I?"
She gives you a puzzled look. "You mean you don't remember? The story? You're a pirate! Captain Charon, the best female pirate of the Caribbean! The first lady too," she grins at you. You, on the other hand, gape open mouthed at her. How can she be so happy at a time like this? After-after, after taking you to a strange place where you do not know how to fend for yourself neither be a captain of a ship!
"And who are YOU to be telling me these things?!" You say pointing a finger at the girl rather critically. "And -and...what's going on!?"
She stops smiling and waving her fan. "I'm Sirius, the duchess's only child, and your guide," she says rather pointedly. "In this realm you are the most feared female pirate in the Caribbean sea, this...is Port Royale. On the other hand...who will be you in your realm?" She grinned.
This thought hadn't bothered to cross your mind...Who WAS you in your own hometown? Was that person waking up on the cold library ground and feeling just as out of place as you were? Were they treating your family like you did? Would your parents notice that that wasn't you? "Wh-who?" you ask dryly.
Sirius smiled again. "Think about it...you're someone here...that someone..." She trailed and lifted her eyes from the ground to your eyes, winking in their own way without moving her eyelids.
"Is me..." you breathe. "So you're telling me that a-a-a pirate is ME?" you start to pace on the sandy road. "And-and...how am I supposed to go home?!" this question was the inevitable you think. It had to come sooner or later.
"It's...complicated...you see..." from her purse Sirius pulled out a book...The book. "This is yours," she handed it to you, "the rest is up to you," she looks meaningfully at you and clasps your hands around the book. "You were brought here for a reason. The ending...is all up to you!" she says and starts to walk away. "I must go now...duchess's daughter!"
She leaves you staring open mouthed at her. For a moment you stay like this, until you shake your head in frustration. "Oh great. I'm a captain...well I don't see my ship!" You shout frustrated. Then a shout cries over to you.
"Cap'in Charon! Them mates are lookin' for ye! We'll be heading off soon?" A girl with short black hair and eyes clearly state she is a runaway Asian slave. She panted for a moment while awaiting your reply.
You stare at this girl in partial misbelief, she wore brown breeches that were short enough to be funky looking shorts, and a dirty white shirt, and hanging at her side was a pistol. Shaking these thoughts out of your head you think about her question. Leave? Already?... "No!...I-I mean no...I want to stay a little longer and er...jack some stuff?" You think about what you said, pirates jack things right?
She looked at me strangely. "'Jack' things?" She queried. "Oh nevermind ca'pin I'll tell the crew to fold the Star's sails," She spoke and ran off to a ship you hadn't noticed before, whose presence you now took in fully.
The ship was breathtaking. That was it. It was made out of what looked like ivory...perhaps melted ivory to form the grand ship before you. The sails were of the purest cerulean with two thin swords crossing and a star where they met. About fifteen girls about the same age as you were hauling boxes to the lower quarters and tending to the ship. "The Star?" you ask breathlessly.
The day passes quickly with you wandering through the vintage streets and alleyways, pocketing the images into your memory. 'Man, this would be great for a history project...' you think. Soon, it is night. The only people walking around in the moonlight are hobos, hidden pirates, and drunks...and navy officials. "Hey! Commodore Norrington! A-a-a p-pirate!" A voice behind you said in a worried voice. You spin on your heels. Pirate? Pirate where??? Oh...you of course!
Quickly, you dash through the streets of the night until...you're cornered in a dead-ended alleyway. Oh Joy. The two officials are soon accompanied by four more, who are advancing on you with speed! You panic and think...'What would a super pirate do??? I-I don't know!!' you think frantically, desperately searching for a thought about pirate movies and what they do...that was no good...they always got caught...
"Oy! 'ello Norrington! Gillette!" A voice calls from the end of the alley. You squint to get a better view but only see shadows casting over the strangers face. "Haven' seen ye for a while!"
The officials lower their weapons. "Jack Sparrow...I believe you were given a reprieve on the promise that you'd stay away from Port Royale. What are you doing here?" Norrington rolled his eyes, sheathing his blade, and clearly forgetting about you.
Jack grins, charmingly. "Why I be saving a lass tonight Commodore-" he says, and starts walking towards you. You feel a hot blush creep through your face as he slings his arm over your shoulder...thankful that it is dark or else you may ruin this pirates reputation as a cold bloodthirsty pirate. "'Night to ye lads!" He waved to the soldiers and handed you a rope in the dark, which then, he signaled you to run forward, as soon as you did you tripped the group off their feet in surprise and were running down the street to the docks-with the angry officials behind you both! You and Jack quickly took a sharp turn and ducked behind a closed kiosk. You heard the officers voices dwindle away until you could hear them no more and you felt Jack pull your shoulder up to meet eyes with him. "Who are ye lass?"
"Uh......" you blush and say your name to him. Then suddenly, you remember who this is! Jack Sparrow! From Pirates of the Caribbean! The mega huge star was standing in front of you! Was this just a movie set?! Or was it...Real? Can't be...it was just a movie...right? To test your thoughts you ask a tiny question. "Is your real name Johnny Depp?"
Jack gives you a confused look. "Whozat luv?" He speaks with a drunken air. You suppress your laughter and shake your head. This was real. As ridiculous as it may be...it was Real.
Your own real-live adventure! It's strange how you had seemed so scared this afternoon...it now seemed like a bold, new, daring crusade! And the end...was all up to you alone.
While you were contemplating your thoughts Jack made a small coughing noise. "Well luv, I now have a question for ye," he grins a few gold teeth flashing in the moonlight. "Are ye the lass who the sea called to...the one who captains the ship which is white as iv'ry...Captain Charon?"
You look puzzled at Jack. You weren't a captain of anything! Not even the school soccer committee... which is just a fancy word for the water boy or girl. Oh!...of course...he meant the woman you were supposed to be portraying....you think of some pirate lingo. "Aye! I be Captain Charon! The first lass to commandeer a ship!" you grin spectacularly.
"Well I be damned! Captain Charon right 'ere in Port Royale! When me onesies self and crew be 'ere as well!" He gave a laugh out. Then straightened up and tipped his hat to you. "Milady, I be seeing ye..." He took your hand and kissed the back of it before heading into the darkness.
And you? Well, you were running to your ship with a goofy grin on your face. Imagine that! Captain Jack Sparrow in your own adventure as well!
¤=¤=¤=¤=¤ Well my people, how did I do? hehe please tell me in a review! I love reviews!!! Best kinda krismus present! It doesn't even cost a cent and doesn't need to be wrapped! Trust me I suck at wrapping gifts! Well, I'll be off! Happy holidays!