OMG guys, I am soooo sorry it took this long for me to write this chapter.
But I have been incredibly busy lately (im playing 4 sports) and wehave had
finals and ive been sick for the last week. So don't kill me! Im here now
with chapters and I will be posting more very soon, don't you worry. I'm
still having the contest about the title. I like the ones posted so far,
but I feel as if I should let some more people have a go at it as well. So
without further a due (or however you do it) I present to you the, one the
only, Chapter 3! Oh and im being too lazy to put a disclaimer in at the
moment, so don't sue me!
"Bring 'er right up to the docks Gibbs" Jack ordered.
Gibbs directed the ship right up to the docks like Jack had asked him. The crew piled out of the ship and waited for more specific orders from their captain.
"Gentlemen, on this raid there is to be no killing, just merely frightening, and come back at midnight with whatever ye can. And remember, give what ya can..."
"Take nothin' back!" the crew all shouted in unison.
"Good, now get to work!"
The Black Pearl's crew scampered off into the town of Port Charles. Up on a hill, a little ways past the town was a house, a rather large house that glimmered in the sunset. Something called Jack to go towards it, for before he knew it, he was already headed off in that direction.
~ The Doyle's Mansion~
"Bloody pirates!" Jonathon Doyle screamed as he watched a bunch of filthy scallywags made there way into his hometown.
He went off to find all the weapons he needed before going and defending other's lives. Deciding it was the best thing to do, he went upstairs and locked his daughter's door. Careful not to wake her, he ran downstairs and ran into the now night sky, preparing for battle.
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Chapter 3:
Jack made his way up to the house carefully, making sure not to strike anyone with his sword. After making his way to the bottom of the hill, he saw a man of some sort racing right towards him.
"Come and get it, pirate!" Jonathon screamed.
Jack leaned to the side slightly, allowing the man with the sword to ever so funnily fall on his face after attempting to fight with him. Jonathon lifted his head and shook it with confusion. As soon as he looked up, however, he regretted it. In front of him stood a man with obvious pirate attire, his sword pointing straight at his own neck.
"What be yer name, Sir?"
"Jonathon Doyle" he stated proudly.
"Well Mr. Doyle, it seems to me that you were about to disrupt me raidin' process. Now, being the nice man I am, I feel that I should give ye the chance to explain yerself. So, go on..."
Jonathon, feeling slightly shaken, stood up and thought for a moment about what to say. After a few more moments, Jack raised his sword even with his neck again and poked a little for intimidation.
"You see, as a member of this fine town, I thought it would be my duty to come and help protect the lot of defenseless people down in the main square. Therefore, I came running down to lend a hand only to be confronted by you."
Jack pondered about the man's response for a while and scratched his chin while doing so. ' Even though he seems to be a bit on the "special" side, I suppose he may be a good addition to me crew. Could just hold 'im hostage for a while, assuming that he does indeed have some money.'
"Ok Mr. Doyle, I'm givin' ye a chance to part of me crew. Ye can sail on me ship and take part in plunderings for just a little while and then we will drop ya off at the next port. Hows that sound?"
Knowing that he could just not leave his daughter behind, Jonathon replied, "I'm afraid I must say no to your kind offer. For I have things that must be taken care of immediately."
"And what matters may those be, eh?"
"None of your concern!" Jonathon hollered at him.
At that moment, Jack took the opportunity to whack him over the head with the hilt of his sword. He then gracefully picked up the man and plopped him over his shoulder, carefully walking down back to the town.
~ At The House~
Gemma woke up with a start. Something wasn't right. She instantly dashed towards the door only to find it locked. ' Hmm...that definitely is odd. I wonder what happened!' Not being able to get out of her room that way, she decided upon escaping using her balcony. But, to her surprise, when she walked past her mirror, she saw someone entirely different.
No longer did she have those gorgeous locks that slid past her shoulders, nor did she have those amazing eyes or smile. All was gone. And in her place stood someone else. That someone who had strangely dirty blonde hair and plain brown eyes that didn't glisten. That someone who was scrawny to the bone and ugly to boot. That someone who now had peasant clothes on instead of a marvelous gown and standing there in her place.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
"Oh my gosh, what on earth happened to me?"
She sat down quietly on the edge of her bed, wondering why she looked so hideous. 'Could it be? Surely that old woman could not have put a curse on me. But it must be true, for I am now the repulsive looking commoner I had described to her in the marketplace.'
"Oh, what to do?" she cried.
But soon she found herself looking at the horrific sight of the town below from her balcony. It was being attacked! But wait, what was that? Gemma peered over the edge a little further and thought she saw someone who resembled her father being carried to town by a man, presumably a pirate.
"Oh no!"
Gemma hurriedly changed out of the clothes she now wore and put on breeches, boots, and a white shirt. She went to her armoire and grabbed her sword that she kept hidden in the back and went to her bed to grab the pistol that she stores underneath the pillow. With all of her effects, she leaped off the balcony and onto the hard ground below. She landed with a thud and sprinted for the town, little tears streaking her face.
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Hope you guys liked the chapter. Im gonna bring jack and gemma together in the next chapter when....(this is like a little sneaky peek) she tries to rescue her father! Anyways, you have any questions or comments feel free to email me, or of course, you can always review! Please????? ( id be lonely without 'em.....
"Bring 'er right up to the docks Gibbs" Jack ordered.
Gibbs directed the ship right up to the docks like Jack had asked him. The crew piled out of the ship and waited for more specific orders from their captain.
"Gentlemen, on this raid there is to be no killing, just merely frightening, and come back at midnight with whatever ye can. And remember, give what ya can..."
"Take nothin' back!" the crew all shouted in unison.
"Good, now get to work!"
The Black Pearl's crew scampered off into the town of Port Charles. Up on a hill, a little ways past the town was a house, a rather large house that glimmered in the sunset. Something called Jack to go towards it, for before he knew it, he was already headed off in that direction.
~ The Doyle's Mansion~
"Bloody pirates!" Jonathon Doyle screamed as he watched a bunch of filthy scallywags made there way into his hometown.
He went off to find all the weapons he needed before going and defending other's lives. Deciding it was the best thing to do, he went upstairs and locked his daughter's door. Careful not to wake her, he ran downstairs and ran into the now night sky, preparing for battle.
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Chapter 3:
Jack made his way up to the house carefully, making sure not to strike anyone with his sword. After making his way to the bottom of the hill, he saw a man of some sort racing right towards him.
"Come and get it, pirate!" Jonathon screamed.
Jack leaned to the side slightly, allowing the man with the sword to ever so funnily fall on his face after attempting to fight with him. Jonathon lifted his head and shook it with confusion. As soon as he looked up, however, he regretted it. In front of him stood a man with obvious pirate attire, his sword pointing straight at his own neck.
"What be yer name, Sir?"
"Jonathon Doyle" he stated proudly.
"Well Mr. Doyle, it seems to me that you were about to disrupt me raidin' process. Now, being the nice man I am, I feel that I should give ye the chance to explain yerself. So, go on..."
Jonathon, feeling slightly shaken, stood up and thought for a moment about what to say. After a few more moments, Jack raised his sword even with his neck again and poked a little for intimidation.
"You see, as a member of this fine town, I thought it would be my duty to come and help protect the lot of defenseless people down in the main square. Therefore, I came running down to lend a hand only to be confronted by you."
Jack pondered about the man's response for a while and scratched his chin while doing so. ' Even though he seems to be a bit on the "special" side, I suppose he may be a good addition to me crew. Could just hold 'im hostage for a while, assuming that he does indeed have some money.'
"Ok Mr. Doyle, I'm givin' ye a chance to part of me crew. Ye can sail on me ship and take part in plunderings for just a little while and then we will drop ya off at the next port. Hows that sound?"
Knowing that he could just not leave his daughter behind, Jonathon replied, "I'm afraid I must say no to your kind offer. For I have things that must be taken care of immediately."
"And what matters may those be, eh?"
"None of your concern!" Jonathon hollered at him.
At that moment, Jack took the opportunity to whack him over the head with the hilt of his sword. He then gracefully picked up the man and plopped him over his shoulder, carefully walking down back to the town.
~ At The House~
Gemma woke up with a start. Something wasn't right. She instantly dashed towards the door only to find it locked. ' Hmm...that definitely is odd. I wonder what happened!' Not being able to get out of her room that way, she decided upon escaping using her balcony. But, to her surprise, when she walked past her mirror, she saw someone entirely different.
No longer did she have those gorgeous locks that slid past her shoulders, nor did she have those amazing eyes or smile. All was gone. And in her place stood someone else. That someone who had strangely dirty blonde hair and plain brown eyes that didn't glisten. That someone who was scrawny to the bone and ugly to boot. That someone who now had peasant clothes on instead of a marvelous gown and standing there in her place.
"AHHHHHHHHH!" she screamed.
"Oh my gosh, what on earth happened to me?"
She sat down quietly on the edge of her bed, wondering why she looked so hideous. 'Could it be? Surely that old woman could not have put a curse on me. But it must be true, for I am now the repulsive looking commoner I had described to her in the marketplace.'
"Oh, what to do?" she cried.
But soon she found herself looking at the horrific sight of the town below from her balcony. It was being attacked! But wait, what was that? Gemma peered over the edge a little further and thought she saw someone who resembled her father being carried to town by a man, presumably a pirate.
"Oh no!"
Gemma hurriedly changed out of the clothes she now wore and put on breeches, boots, and a white shirt. She went to her armoire and grabbed her sword that she kept hidden in the back and went to her bed to grab the pistol that she stores underneath the pillow. With all of her effects, she leaped off the balcony and onto the hard ground below. She landed with a thud and sprinted for the town, little tears streaking her face.
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Hope you guys liked the chapter. Im gonna bring jack and gemma together in the next chapter when....(this is like a little sneaky peek) she tries to rescue her father! Anyways, you have any questions or comments feel free to email me, or of course, you can always review! Please????? ( id be lonely without 'em.....