What Would You Choose?
Hey again, eesh. That last chappie sucked major I don't blame you all for not reviewing *except yet again! SeaRose!* lol o well I promised that this be the chapter that will amaze you all!!!...I just hope it lives up to the expectations...anyway this is a disclaimer, and like I said Innocent Princess you will get your credit! Ahermahem: I do not own the characters, the plotline of the Never-ending Story, nor the thought of you-insertions, or the idea first posted by Innocent Princess of having you as a pirate in the time of PotC. That is all...do I really own anything??? OoO
Chapter Four: Prowlers Proms n Prisons
You make your way back to the Star as moonlight shines down on your skin; making it an ethereal, pearly color. The sound of the ocean adds to the luminous area surrounding you, as a man lights the street lamps down the street with a long pole and flame. A sudden sound of a fall makes you spin around, giving off the best livid look you could to threaten a stranger. Only to find a full-grown man with a sword close at hand, crimson liquid slightly dripping off the edge...the candle lighters blood.
"What's a young lass like yourself doin' out in the streets...alone...unprotected..." He grinned baring teeth far worse and foul than the lady down the street who had fifteen cats and a house that smelled like broccoli. "I says I better take ye somewhere...safe," He lunged at you with his sword and you clumsily fall down while backing up, which actually helped because you rolled away from the slash that would've taken your head from your shoulders. "Better stay still, or else ye might find yourself in far worse pain!" He laughed manically, while you looked at him with a look of pure horror. Where was your knight in shining armor? How should you know how to defend yourself? Should I just give up? These questions brought a stinging sensation to your eyes as another blow was swung at you, which you managed to avoid.
'No knight is coming. Jack is probably sleeping, in fact he might not even be here,' a thought quips up in your mind. Another blow was coming your way; you shut your eyes, as if in meditation. 'No...A knight won't some, this is my adventure. Captain Charon's adventure...make it worthwhile,' you open your eyes and pull your sword out expertly and shield yourself from the swipe, then shove his blade away, standing up. "I'm ready whenever you are ye scallywag! I be Captain Charon of the Topaz Star!" you shout. "If you want me...come and get me," you say and dash to a nearby pier, nearly slipping on the slippery seawater, which covered the tier.
He runs after you goofily sword still drawn, and immediately swipes at your stomach, missing narrowly, but coming close to your body and he nearly trips. 'Eeew!' is your first thought and you shove him away, quickly drawing your sword to him you slash at his chest. Blood starts to soak through the cloth immediately and he grasps the injured area. Kicking his sword and pistol in the water, you feel he's no longer a threat and start to walk away, only to hear a splash which signifies that on his way standing up he'd slipped on the watery dock and into Davey Jones's locker.
After sneaking through to the captain's cabin through the window you clean off your sword and put away your pistol, before heading to the bed and drift off into a comfortable slumber.
You were running to the sea. Giggling madly as well as holding a...rock? Who'd want a rock? In any case, you were grinning and heading toward the waves. Splash! A wave crashes onto your knees, sending you down...down...the water is cold and navy down here. There seem to be many eyes staring at you but when you do a double-take, nothing is to be found. The rock is still in your hand, that is until you hear a voice calling you, you strain yourself to hear it, dropping the rock to the sea floor to cup your ears. When all of a sudden, a greasy, slimy hand pulls you down and you wake up.
You pour yourself a glass of fresh water and look over the Star's helm. What was troubling you? Those blips of dreams were real. Once when you went swimming to the beach with your parents you'd found something very precious to you, and went to rinse off the sand in the ocean, a wave or two came and knocked you down into a slumber...in that dream you had drowned and heard a voice...just like all those dreams. And it bothered you, because there was no way of telling yourself these dreams were nothing, merely fantasies, especially in a world of nonsense in itself.
"Hey! Yes! You!...no not you! HER!" A call from below the ship made you startled as you looked down. Sirius was waving her fan frantically at one of the girls, Jenya, and pointing at you. Sirius was obviously not supposed to be out, seeing that she was in a pair of dirty breeches and loose cotton shirt, a hat hiding her face, as well! "Come down here!"
You hastily make your way down the bridge, nearly breaking your toes in such uncomfortable boots. "Sirius!" you cry and toss your arms around her. Immediately making her hiss at your loudness.
"Shh! I snuck out...supposed to be in French lessons...such a confusing language, really. I came to save you from being bored out of your noggin," she grinned at you, her bright blue eyes smiling as well. "Well, what are you waiting for!? Get in your Sunday's best and be out here quickly, there's something I wish to show you!" and she promptly pushed you up the overpass.
After you had put on a cleaner tunic and black breeches you started out. Sirius and you were headed to the finer shops in Port Royale. Confused, you turned to her. "Oh! That's right! I wish to get you a dress," she smiled at you, ignoring the fact that your eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets. "As well as cordially invite you to my birthday."
You shake your head unbelievingly. "There's no way they'd let a pirate come to your birthday," you say simply. "And my crew is getting restless about leaving this port," you add to back you up. The shops were getting cozier and less frou-frou as you both walked on.
Sirius smiled at you. "This is the place...by the way, my party is in two days...just make up an excuse," she opened a door to a periwinkle painted store, lit brightly with oil lamps in small tulip-like bulbs. "Hello Evelyn!" she calls to a tall girl with plaited golden hair and lavender eyes, who in turn turns looks to the owner of the voice who is calling her and waves.
"Sirius! What are you doing here...oh I see...sneaking out again are we now?" She smiled smartly, but didn't call for a messenger to get Sirius home. Clearly, she knew Sirius quite well. "Well what are you up to? New dress? Ribbons? Shoes?"
Sirius laughed at all of these. "Yes actually, but not for myself, young miss...Joans here needs a new dress...as my fathers guest she'll be taking it on my bill. Er...but please don't tell my father, it's a...um...surprise!" she smiled quite believingly, and even put a finger to her lips. Evelyn merely nodded and started to take measurements for your new dress. "I think she'd look best in crème' don't you think...yes! That satin!!!...No...Those ribbons look fascinating on her hair!" Sirius made these sorts of declarations while Evelyn was dolling you up. "Yes! That looks excellent I do believe," she grinned proudly. "Take a look in the mirror now."
Stepping over the carpeted fitting room, you find yourself staring at a whole new girl from the dirty pirate Charon. This girl had an elbow-length, square neck, long crème evening gown on, with pale ribbons strewn in, and comfortable, silky, evening shoes, which matched the dress and ribbons. "It's lovely," you say breathlessly.
Sirius only smiled and got your clothes off of the hanger they were on and handed them to you as Evelyn helped you undress. "I thought so, it makes your skin look so ethereal," Sirius signed a piece of parchment and you both left for the docks. "Well...I better be going. My father shouldn't have found out I was missing yet, so I'll make up an excuse...here's an invitation...bring a escort if you wish. Bye!!" Sirius clasped a piece of thick crème paper in your hand and ran to a large mansion at the edge of Wallington Street.
"An escort? Heh like I know anyone," you say to yourself. "I'm Captain Charon! Yeah right I'll be caught dead going to some-WOAH!" you grab onto a strangers coat as you slip in a puddle of sea water...it's red...uh-oh..
"Captain Charon, eh?" It's a redcoat. "I bet the Commodore'll be pleased when he hears what we found, eh Ben?" The officer nudges another officer who is short and built, eyeing the ships with a devious glint. He only nods. "Fetch me the irons, in my pouch while I hold her up." Ben hastily fetches the irons but not before knocking the other officer out with a quick trust to his stomach. Taking of his hat you see yet another pirate! They're everywhere!
"'ello lass. I'm Gibbs, first mate to the captain of the Black Pearl...oh...and it be bad luck to be wearin' those colors on this day...brings up a fiery storm," he tipped his hat at you and started toward the Black Pearl whistling a familiar tune you've heard in Disneyland. Leaving you with the unconscious body of the redcoat, no matter if you hadn't knocked him out, more officials were heading your way pointing and shouting rather accusing things...ouch.
"Oi! Look! It's Gillette! He's not dead is 'e?" One asks while watching another check Gillette's pulse. "No, he's just fine, but...I see we have a pirate on our hands. Irons?" but before a redcoat could pass him the chains, you swung out your sword and threw the clasps to the ground, furthermore kicking it into the water.
How had you come to learn such a trick of the sword? I don't know, but you pointed it toward the group and spoke loud and clearly with a triumphant grin. "I be Captain Charon of the Topaz Star, and unless you with to have your knickers as a tie upon your grave I suggest you run."
They took a glance at each other and started to chortle to themselves. "A girl? Against five men? I hardy believe it's a challenge!" One laughs, but heartily getting out a thin sword. "Let's go!" and you're off down the docks.
Criss-crossing over the bridge from town to the docks you're heading into the classier town of Port Royale leading them into a narrow alleyway, where only one at a time could face you. Hitting them with the butt of the sword helped, because you didn't really want to hurt them, but the last redcoat was huge and tall, so you quickly took a swipe at his leg and were off, finally free! "Yes!" you shout. When suddenly you feel a giant pain on the back of your head and everything went black.
"I caught her after she butted me with her sword, see Commodore?" A slinking of metal meant a man had just pulled out a sword. "Says she's Captain Charon of the Topaz Star, bladderdash! Captain Charon wouldnt've allowed herself to be caught, right?" A bustle of laughs was heard as you opened your eyes in a dirty cell.
'Damn. Damn! Damn! Damn!' you think as you sit up and lean against the cell wall. 'Now look where you've gotten me...in prison, in deep shi-ntaki mushrooms, in trouble,' you sigh deeply and look away from the group of redcoats guarding the doorway. "What's the point?" you groan and start hitting your head on the wall, like the miserable hero's do in the cartoons before someone tells them to stop it and make a plan.
"You don't want to be doing that..."
¤=¤=¤=¤=¤ okay that's the end of this chappie. wow. that was long. O.O okay, please review, and I hope this chapter was more specialer than the others, hehe it took me longer too. ^__^ ...*person*: how does that make it a better chappie?! *me*: O.O uh-oh...RUN!!!! *gets bombarded with veggies...from under veggies*: hehe r&r???
Hey again, eesh. That last chappie sucked major I don't blame you all for not reviewing *except yet again! SeaRose!* lol o well I promised that this be the chapter that will amaze you all!!!...I just hope it lives up to the expectations...anyway this is a disclaimer, and like I said Innocent Princess you will get your credit! Ahermahem: I do not own the characters, the plotline of the Never-ending Story, nor the thought of you-insertions, or the idea first posted by Innocent Princess of having you as a pirate in the time of PotC. That is all...do I really own anything??? OoO
Chapter Four: Prowlers Proms n Prisons
You make your way back to the Star as moonlight shines down on your skin; making it an ethereal, pearly color. The sound of the ocean adds to the luminous area surrounding you, as a man lights the street lamps down the street with a long pole and flame. A sudden sound of a fall makes you spin around, giving off the best livid look you could to threaten a stranger. Only to find a full-grown man with a sword close at hand, crimson liquid slightly dripping off the edge...the candle lighters blood.
"What's a young lass like yourself doin' out in the streets...alone...unprotected..." He grinned baring teeth far worse and foul than the lady down the street who had fifteen cats and a house that smelled like broccoli. "I says I better take ye somewhere...safe," He lunged at you with his sword and you clumsily fall down while backing up, which actually helped because you rolled away from the slash that would've taken your head from your shoulders. "Better stay still, or else ye might find yourself in far worse pain!" He laughed manically, while you looked at him with a look of pure horror. Where was your knight in shining armor? How should you know how to defend yourself? Should I just give up? These questions brought a stinging sensation to your eyes as another blow was swung at you, which you managed to avoid.
'No knight is coming. Jack is probably sleeping, in fact he might not even be here,' a thought quips up in your mind. Another blow was coming your way; you shut your eyes, as if in meditation. 'No...A knight won't some, this is my adventure. Captain Charon's adventure...make it worthwhile,' you open your eyes and pull your sword out expertly and shield yourself from the swipe, then shove his blade away, standing up. "I'm ready whenever you are ye scallywag! I be Captain Charon of the Topaz Star!" you shout. "If you want me...come and get me," you say and dash to a nearby pier, nearly slipping on the slippery seawater, which covered the tier.
He runs after you goofily sword still drawn, and immediately swipes at your stomach, missing narrowly, but coming close to your body and he nearly trips. 'Eeew!' is your first thought and you shove him away, quickly drawing your sword to him you slash at his chest. Blood starts to soak through the cloth immediately and he grasps the injured area. Kicking his sword and pistol in the water, you feel he's no longer a threat and start to walk away, only to hear a splash which signifies that on his way standing up he'd slipped on the watery dock and into Davey Jones's locker.
After sneaking through to the captain's cabin through the window you clean off your sword and put away your pistol, before heading to the bed and drift off into a comfortable slumber.
You were running to the sea. Giggling madly as well as holding a...rock? Who'd want a rock? In any case, you were grinning and heading toward the waves. Splash! A wave crashes onto your knees, sending you down...down...the water is cold and navy down here. There seem to be many eyes staring at you but when you do a double-take, nothing is to be found. The rock is still in your hand, that is until you hear a voice calling you, you strain yourself to hear it, dropping the rock to the sea floor to cup your ears. When all of a sudden, a greasy, slimy hand pulls you down and you wake up.
You pour yourself a glass of fresh water and look over the Star's helm. What was troubling you? Those blips of dreams were real. Once when you went swimming to the beach with your parents you'd found something very precious to you, and went to rinse off the sand in the ocean, a wave or two came and knocked you down into a slumber...in that dream you had drowned and heard a voice...just like all those dreams. And it bothered you, because there was no way of telling yourself these dreams were nothing, merely fantasies, especially in a world of nonsense in itself.
"Hey! Yes! You!...no not you! HER!" A call from below the ship made you startled as you looked down. Sirius was waving her fan frantically at one of the girls, Jenya, and pointing at you. Sirius was obviously not supposed to be out, seeing that she was in a pair of dirty breeches and loose cotton shirt, a hat hiding her face, as well! "Come down here!"
You hastily make your way down the bridge, nearly breaking your toes in such uncomfortable boots. "Sirius!" you cry and toss your arms around her. Immediately making her hiss at your loudness.
"Shh! I snuck out...supposed to be in French lessons...such a confusing language, really. I came to save you from being bored out of your noggin," she grinned at you, her bright blue eyes smiling as well. "Well, what are you waiting for!? Get in your Sunday's best and be out here quickly, there's something I wish to show you!" and she promptly pushed you up the overpass.
After you had put on a cleaner tunic and black breeches you started out. Sirius and you were headed to the finer shops in Port Royale. Confused, you turned to her. "Oh! That's right! I wish to get you a dress," she smiled at you, ignoring the fact that your eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets. "As well as cordially invite you to my birthday."
You shake your head unbelievingly. "There's no way they'd let a pirate come to your birthday," you say simply. "And my crew is getting restless about leaving this port," you add to back you up. The shops were getting cozier and less frou-frou as you both walked on.
Sirius smiled at you. "This is the place...by the way, my party is in two days...just make up an excuse," she opened a door to a periwinkle painted store, lit brightly with oil lamps in small tulip-like bulbs. "Hello Evelyn!" she calls to a tall girl with plaited golden hair and lavender eyes, who in turn turns looks to the owner of the voice who is calling her and waves.
"Sirius! What are you doing here...oh I see...sneaking out again are we now?" She smiled smartly, but didn't call for a messenger to get Sirius home. Clearly, she knew Sirius quite well. "Well what are you up to? New dress? Ribbons? Shoes?"
Sirius laughed at all of these. "Yes actually, but not for myself, young miss...Joans here needs a new dress...as my fathers guest she'll be taking it on my bill. Er...but please don't tell my father, it's a...um...surprise!" she smiled quite believingly, and even put a finger to her lips. Evelyn merely nodded and started to take measurements for your new dress. "I think she'd look best in crème' don't you think...yes! That satin!!!...No...Those ribbons look fascinating on her hair!" Sirius made these sorts of declarations while Evelyn was dolling you up. "Yes! That looks excellent I do believe," she grinned proudly. "Take a look in the mirror now."
Stepping over the carpeted fitting room, you find yourself staring at a whole new girl from the dirty pirate Charon. This girl had an elbow-length, square neck, long crème evening gown on, with pale ribbons strewn in, and comfortable, silky, evening shoes, which matched the dress and ribbons. "It's lovely," you say breathlessly.
Sirius only smiled and got your clothes off of the hanger they were on and handed them to you as Evelyn helped you undress. "I thought so, it makes your skin look so ethereal," Sirius signed a piece of parchment and you both left for the docks. "Well...I better be going. My father shouldn't have found out I was missing yet, so I'll make up an excuse...here's an invitation...bring a escort if you wish. Bye!!" Sirius clasped a piece of thick crème paper in your hand and ran to a large mansion at the edge of Wallington Street.
"An escort? Heh like I know anyone," you say to yourself. "I'm Captain Charon! Yeah right I'll be caught dead going to some-WOAH!" you grab onto a strangers coat as you slip in a puddle of sea water...it's red...uh-oh..
"Captain Charon, eh?" It's a redcoat. "I bet the Commodore'll be pleased when he hears what we found, eh Ben?" The officer nudges another officer who is short and built, eyeing the ships with a devious glint. He only nods. "Fetch me the irons, in my pouch while I hold her up." Ben hastily fetches the irons but not before knocking the other officer out with a quick trust to his stomach. Taking of his hat you see yet another pirate! They're everywhere!
"'ello lass. I'm Gibbs, first mate to the captain of the Black Pearl...oh...and it be bad luck to be wearin' those colors on this day...brings up a fiery storm," he tipped his hat at you and started toward the Black Pearl whistling a familiar tune you've heard in Disneyland. Leaving you with the unconscious body of the redcoat, no matter if you hadn't knocked him out, more officials were heading your way pointing and shouting rather accusing things...ouch.
"Oi! Look! It's Gillette! He's not dead is 'e?" One asks while watching another check Gillette's pulse. "No, he's just fine, but...I see we have a pirate on our hands. Irons?" but before a redcoat could pass him the chains, you swung out your sword and threw the clasps to the ground, furthermore kicking it into the water.
How had you come to learn such a trick of the sword? I don't know, but you pointed it toward the group and spoke loud and clearly with a triumphant grin. "I be Captain Charon of the Topaz Star, and unless you with to have your knickers as a tie upon your grave I suggest you run."
They took a glance at each other and started to chortle to themselves. "A girl? Against five men? I hardy believe it's a challenge!" One laughs, but heartily getting out a thin sword. "Let's go!" and you're off down the docks.
Criss-crossing over the bridge from town to the docks you're heading into the classier town of Port Royale leading them into a narrow alleyway, where only one at a time could face you. Hitting them with the butt of the sword helped, because you didn't really want to hurt them, but the last redcoat was huge and tall, so you quickly took a swipe at his leg and were off, finally free! "Yes!" you shout. When suddenly you feel a giant pain on the back of your head and everything went black.
"I caught her after she butted me with her sword, see Commodore?" A slinking of metal meant a man had just pulled out a sword. "Says she's Captain Charon of the Topaz Star, bladderdash! Captain Charon wouldnt've allowed herself to be caught, right?" A bustle of laughs was heard as you opened your eyes in a dirty cell.
'Damn. Damn! Damn! Damn!' you think as you sit up and lean against the cell wall. 'Now look where you've gotten me...in prison, in deep shi-ntaki mushrooms, in trouble,' you sigh deeply and look away from the group of redcoats guarding the doorway. "What's the point?" you groan and start hitting your head on the wall, like the miserable hero's do in the cartoons before someone tells them to stop it and make a plan.
"You don't want to be doing that..."
¤=¤=¤=¤=¤ okay that's the end of this chappie. wow. that was long. O.O okay, please review, and I hope this chapter was more specialer than the others, hehe it took me longer too. ^__^ ...*person*: how does that make it a better chappie?! *me*: O.O uh-oh...RUN!!!! *gets bombarded with veggies...from under veggies*: hehe r&r???