Hello, I'm back! All run away screaming Sorry, I'll hide now.... --Pictures Cap'n tapping her foot expectantly awaiting next part-- Or not.... Here be part.... What part is it again??
Looks back at last part Ahh, part seven.... Wow, that many already? Well, here it is....
Oh, some news about me SR series: I've come up with names for Tim's youngest. His name is Earl. As for Earl, you'll see in SR V. As a hint, however, it's based on a country song where his youngest boy's name is Earl. It's a sad one. That's all I'll tell you.... And I came up with a future history for Jack as well.... Also angsty. (Also based on a country song). Read on. This'll pro'ly be the last humorous thing you'll be getting from me for a while.
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Family Reunion
Part VII
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"Tim, Breakfast!" My wife's booming voice called. My pounding head was very against her yelling. And my waking up. And just my existence seemed to aggravate it. "Tim! Up NOW!" As if yelling at me weren't enough, she grabbed me by the arm and dragged me out of bed! I landed with a thump.
"Ow, What was that for? I was getting up." I kept my eyes tightly shut; after all, even the slightest ray of sunlight would sear my brain. "I just have a bit of a headache, alright?"
"You have a hang over. And I have no sympathy for you. You chose to drink that vile liquid, you sill have to live with the consequences." I opened my eyes, knowing she be even more irked if I kept them closed. She showed her distaste in both her speech and her posture. She helped me to my feet and nearly threw my clothes at me. "Now get cleaned up for breakfast. You already missed dinner; you're not missing another meal." With that, she left me to my own accord.
I looked at the bed longingly. It looked so inviting. I wanted to just curl up under the blanket and hide until my headache was gone. Knowing my wife, though, she'd come and make it worse if I went against her. So, I went to the water basin she set out before waking me, and poured the hot water from the pitcher beside it into the basin. I washed up as carefully, and with as few jarring motions as possible. I then dressed and headed down to breakfast. I had just reached the stairs, when I heard a crash emanating from the guest bedroom.
I hurried to see what had happened, half expecting to see Lilly on the floor crying after being thrown off by Jack. What I saw however, was hilarious. Jack was the one on the floor, eyes bulging, fear evident. Lily sat on the bed with an amused expression. Why would Jack be afraid of a little girl? Wait this was Lilly we were talking about. What did she do to frighten the infamous, fearless, Captain Jack Sparrow?
I opened my mouth to speak, but just as I was about to, Jack interrupted. "Keep tha' bloody Hellcat away from me! She's pure evil." I looked at Lily scoldingly. "No' 'er. The bloody hellcat!" Lily help up her kitten, Davy Jones (like I said, she's obsessed with pirates). Jack scurried away from the one year old kitten. It was then that I noticed the scratches covering his body.
"What, Uncle Jack? Davy Jones is a nice cat. Aren't you?" She spoke to the kitten like a person, not with the baby talk most people use. She nodded in finality. "Yep, she's a good cat. She's a pirate, like me. So are you. So why don't you like her? You're a pirate; I thought you'd get along better." She looked hurt. "You don't like her, do you? Then you don't like me either." Tears formed in her eyes.
I knew I had to do something before she started crying. I really hate it when I hear any of my children cry. "Lily, I'm sure they just got off on the wrong foot. If you leave them alone, and get ready for breakfast, I'm sure they'll be getting along by the time you get back." I hurried her out of the room.
When I was sure Lily was getting washed up, I went back into the guest room. There Jack was, still in the stand off with the cat. I rolled my eyes and picked up the little fur-ball, avoiding the claws. "Jack, if you give her some food, she'll let you pet her." I set her down and she scampered out of the room. Now it's your turn to get washed up. I pointed to the wash basin. Jill always filled the pitcher up with hot water before waking everybody up. That way, they can't complain as much, or the water'll get cold and they'd have to clean up with cold water.
Jack took one look at the basin and then back at me. "Yer kiddin', mate." I shook my still throbbing head. "He grumbled but went over to clean up anyway. He started to undress, and I slipped out the room. I definitely don't need to see my own brother naked! I shuddered at the mere though. I shudder again now just thinking back on it....
I hurried down to the dining room for breakfast before anything else happened.
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TBC as always....
And the cat's based on my cousin's kitten, Binx. She's only less than a year old, an'll attack anything that moves. Especially if'n their bigger than she is.... She is the imbodiment of the word "Hellcat". Jack was right not to want her anywhere near him. Those tiny claws can really cut deep. She's cut me cousin about an inch deep and a half a foot wide on her (my cousin's) leg. And that's when she's playful!!!
All pity poor Jack....