Well, since school is starting, I don't think I'm gonna be updating
anything anytime soon, so I might as well get it over with now. I'm
learning elvish, by the way, so feel free to teach me any new sentences you
might know! Pweese?
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Jack led me out onto the water and rum soaked docks, looking about warily. After making sure the coast was clear, he stepped out, saying to me 'I've gotta be careful on these 'ere docks, Marie. Never know when an ol' friend'll spot ye unawares. . .' I gave a small snort of laughter, thinking ~He says friends. I say, old acquaintances that need to finish some business! ~ Jack gave me a look, and led me quickly down the dock to the Black Pearl, looking at anyone who passed by out of the corners of his eyes.
When we had reached the Pearl, as Jack called her fondly, I looked over the ship in awe. The deck was cleaner than I had thought, and the bow was adorned with a lady holding what seemed to be either a sparrow, or a wren. 'Can't quite be sure. . .' I said softly, and then heard Jack whisper in my ear, 'Beauty, inn't she? I 'ad to win 'er back from an ol' shipmate o' mine. Barbossa, the bloody mutineer. . . . Well, now 'e's dead! Come aboard, luv!'
I ran to catch up to Jack, who was now Jogging up the gang plank onto the Black Pearl, smiling like the idiot I thought he was. But, as soon as I had stepped on the ship, I became aware of the silence around me. Looking up, I saw that Raykin had assembled the crew, but they didn't look to happy to see me. Jack stood at the top of the ramp, glaring at them and smirking, which seemed odd to me.
'This, men, is yer new shipmate! Say 'ello ta Marie Kemp, daughter o' Edward Kemp, an' a bloody good fighter at that! So, she's not t' be touched by any a ye, or ye'll be makin' a short trip t' the bottom a the sea, savvy?' said Jack, looking around at the crew with a steely glare. The men mumbled as they went back to working on weighing anchor and such. I hefted my bag to sit back on my shoulder, for it had been slipping down, and stepped up beside Jack.
He moved aside, sweeping into a half-bow, smirking 'Welcome a board the Black Pearl, Miss. Kemp!' I could've kicked him, he was so annoying! And yet, I heard a little voice in the back of my head, saying {You can't do it! You fancy him, don't ye? Well, wouldn't ye like to kiss him?} I was shocked when I heard it, and Jack's smile got a little smaller as he stood up, saying 'Somethin' the matter, luv? Ye don' look cheery, like ye did a moment ago. . .' I shook my head, mumbling 'I'm fine, Captain! Jus' getting' used to the ship, is all.' Looking unconvinced, Jack led me aboard and showed me around, pointing out the bow, aft, and the general layout of the Pearl.
As I was being shown around, I accidentally bumped into someone as I was staring up at the sails. 'Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't see where I was goin'!' I said hurriedly, turning to look and see who I had bumped into. To my surprise, there stood a boy of about 15 years, looking me in the eye, which is a surprise because I'm about 5 foot 6! The boy had short curly hair, and piercing blue eyes, the color of the sea. His face was thin, with a slightly longish nose and freckles, giving him a learned look. His arms were strong, and he wore a worn vest and breeches that had been torn at the knees, along with a small kitten sitting on his shoulder! But, instead of just turning away, he smiled and said 'Sorry, miss! I wasn't watchin' where I was headin'. The name's Jonathan, but ye kin call me Jon, if ye like!' Jon held out his hand, which I took gladly, smiling a little at the grey kitten, which was playing with Jon's hair. 'As you might've heard, I'm Marie. How did ye come to be on the Pearl with Jack's crew?'
Jon dropped his hand, and held it up to stroke the kit on his shoulder, plucking her away from his hair. After putting it down on the deck, he said 'Well, my father was a good friend of the Captains, and I've been on the Pearl ever since I was a small lad. I grew up on this ship, and I'm a Cabin Boy. My father died at sea, so the Captain became like a second father to me. As you can tell, I'm not a pirate born and bred. My accent is that of an Englishman, because my father insisted on teaching me to speak properly.'
Jon gave a small half-grin, and continued with 'But, I've picked up a few pirate sayings, so I'm not quite proper. Oh, well.' I laughed a bit, and looked down at the kit, which was pawing at my shoes with gusto. I picked it up, and asked Jon 'So, who's this little blighter?' I handed the kit to Jon, who said quickly 'This is Timothy. I found him at Tortuga, stuck at the bottom of an empty barrel. He's too curious for his own good, if you ask me!' As we burst into peals of laughter, I heard Jack yell 'Gibbs, shut yer trap! I don' want ta hear anymore of yer bad-luck tales! She's comin' with us, an' that's final!' I bit my lip to keep from collapsing with laughter, and Jon gave a small snort.
I ran up to the helm, after letting Jon get back to letting the sails, and walked up to Jack. He was leaning over the rail, looking at something in his hands, and mumbling incoherently '...South west . . . Nort- no, wait. . . .Ruddy treasure map . . .!' Clearing my throat, and causing Jack to jump and turn to glare at me, I demanded 'Where are we headed, Captain Sparrow?'
With a slight smile, Jack answered 'M'dear, we're headed for Tortuga!'
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So, I hope you enjoy this chappie! I'm not gonna be updating as often, so don't get mad at me! IT'S BLOODY EFFIN' SCHOOL I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT!!!! And parents, mind!
Anywho, Thanks so much for the reviews! I luv youse guys!!! *hands out Jack Sparrow pillows, sheets and quilts* Here, now you can sleep with Jack all you want! Yay!
*pulls out baton, starts parading around the room; trips over purple wombat and falls in vat of chocolate pudding* Ouchies! That smarts! Mmmm, chocolate!
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
P.S- Please review, but only signed siggies, thanks! I've had a bit of trouble with anonymous peoples in the past. Plus, I dunno how to take off that anonymous siggies block thingy. Could someone help me out here?
P.P.S-siggies is my personal word for signatures. IT'S COPYRIGHTED!! Thank you!
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Jack led me out onto the water and rum soaked docks, looking about warily. After making sure the coast was clear, he stepped out, saying to me 'I've gotta be careful on these 'ere docks, Marie. Never know when an ol' friend'll spot ye unawares. . .' I gave a small snort of laughter, thinking ~He says friends. I say, old acquaintances that need to finish some business! ~ Jack gave me a look, and led me quickly down the dock to the Black Pearl, looking at anyone who passed by out of the corners of his eyes.
When we had reached the Pearl, as Jack called her fondly, I looked over the ship in awe. The deck was cleaner than I had thought, and the bow was adorned with a lady holding what seemed to be either a sparrow, or a wren. 'Can't quite be sure. . .' I said softly, and then heard Jack whisper in my ear, 'Beauty, inn't she? I 'ad to win 'er back from an ol' shipmate o' mine. Barbossa, the bloody mutineer. . . . Well, now 'e's dead! Come aboard, luv!'
I ran to catch up to Jack, who was now Jogging up the gang plank onto the Black Pearl, smiling like the idiot I thought he was. But, as soon as I had stepped on the ship, I became aware of the silence around me. Looking up, I saw that Raykin had assembled the crew, but they didn't look to happy to see me. Jack stood at the top of the ramp, glaring at them and smirking, which seemed odd to me.
'This, men, is yer new shipmate! Say 'ello ta Marie Kemp, daughter o' Edward Kemp, an' a bloody good fighter at that! So, she's not t' be touched by any a ye, or ye'll be makin' a short trip t' the bottom a the sea, savvy?' said Jack, looking around at the crew with a steely glare. The men mumbled as they went back to working on weighing anchor and such. I hefted my bag to sit back on my shoulder, for it had been slipping down, and stepped up beside Jack.
He moved aside, sweeping into a half-bow, smirking 'Welcome a board the Black Pearl, Miss. Kemp!' I could've kicked him, he was so annoying! And yet, I heard a little voice in the back of my head, saying {You can't do it! You fancy him, don't ye? Well, wouldn't ye like to kiss him?} I was shocked when I heard it, and Jack's smile got a little smaller as he stood up, saying 'Somethin' the matter, luv? Ye don' look cheery, like ye did a moment ago. . .' I shook my head, mumbling 'I'm fine, Captain! Jus' getting' used to the ship, is all.' Looking unconvinced, Jack led me aboard and showed me around, pointing out the bow, aft, and the general layout of the Pearl.
As I was being shown around, I accidentally bumped into someone as I was staring up at the sails. 'Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't see where I was goin'!' I said hurriedly, turning to look and see who I had bumped into. To my surprise, there stood a boy of about 15 years, looking me in the eye, which is a surprise because I'm about 5 foot 6! The boy had short curly hair, and piercing blue eyes, the color of the sea. His face was thin, with a slightly longish nose and freckles, giving him a learned look. His arms were strong, and he wore a worn vest and breeches that had been torn at the knees, along with a small kitten sitting on his shoulder! But, instead of just turning away, he smiled and said 'Sorry, miss! I wasn't watchin' where I was headin'. The name's Jonathan, but ye kin call me Jon, if ye like!' Jon held out his hand, which I took gladly, smiling a little at the grey kitten, which was playing with Jon's hair. 'As you might've heard, I'm Marie. How did ye come to be on the Pearl with Jack's crew?'
Jon dropped his hand, and held it up to stroke the kit on his shoulder, plucking her away from his hair. After putting it down on the deck, he said 'Well, my father was a good friend of the Captains, and I've been on the Pearl ever since I was a small lad. I grew up on this ship, and I'm a Cabin Boy. My father died at sea, so the Captain became like a second father to me. As you can tell, I'm not a pirate born and bred. My accent is that of an Englishman, because my father insisted on teaching me to speak properly.'
Jon gave a small half-grin, and continued with 'But, I've picked up a few pirate sayings, so I'm not quite proper. Oh, well.' I laughed a bit, and looked down at the kit, which was pawing at my shoes with gusto. I picked it up, and asked Jon 'So, who's this little blighter?' I handed the kit to Jon, who said quickly 'This is Timothy. I found him at Tortuga, stuck at the bottom of an empty barrel. He's too curious for his own good, if you ask me!' As we burst into peals of laughter, I heard Jack yell 'Gibbs, shut yer trap! I don' want ta hear anymore of yer bad-luck tales! She's comin' with us, an' that's final!' I bit my lip to keep from collapsing with laughter, and Jon gave a small snort.
I ran up to the helm, after letting Jon get back to letting the sails, and walked up to Jack. He was leaning over the rail, looking at something in his hands, and mumbling incoherently '...South west . . . Nort- no, wait. . . .Ruddy treasure map . . .!' Clearing my throat, and causing Jack to jump and turn to glare at me, I demanded 'Where are we headed, Captain Sparrow?'
With a slight smile, Jack answered 'M'dear, we're headed for Tortuga!'
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So, I hope you enjoy this chappie! I'm not gonna be updating as often, so don't get mad at me! IT'S BLOODY EFFIN' SCHOOL I HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT!!!! And parents, mind!
Anywho, Thanks so much for the reviews! I luv youse guys!!! *hands out Jack Sparrow pillows, sheets and quilts* Here, now you can sleep with Jack all you want! Yay!
*pulls out baton, starts parading around the room; trips over purple wombat and falls in vat of chocolate pudding* Ouchies! That smarts! Mmmm, chocolate!
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
P.S- Please review, but only signed siggies, thanks! I've had a bit of trouble with anonymous peoples in the past. Plus, I dunno how to take off that anonymous siggies block thingy. Could someone help me out here?
P.P.S-siggies is my personal word for signatures. IT'S COPYRIGHTED!! Thank you!
