Sorry I took so long. I was really busy with school an' stuff. . Y'know.
. . .Anywho, here's Chapter . . . . Uhh . . . . . I would have to say . .
. five? Or something. I'm incompetent right now. Don't mind me. .
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Okay. So, Marie is on the Black Pearl right now, and she's just made a new friend, Jonathan (whom we shall call Jon, just for the 'helluvit). It's so going to get better, mark me. So, on to the fanfic!
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I had watched Jack all day, and pretty much had come to the conclusion that, yes, he WAS mad.
After I had asked him where we were headed, he took the map, and swaggered off the man the helm. There was another woman on board, and that lightened my spirits a bit, for she seemed like a hard skinned wench who liked nothing more than to tease and verbally abuse Jack for her own pleasure. Her dark attitude matched so well with her dark skin, and she had a tongue as sharp as a cutlass. ~Never make an enemy out of her, Marie. ~ I thought, and went down to the poopdeck
Authors note- yes, it IS called a poopdeck, but only on large ships. On smaller ones, like the Interceptor, the highest deck would be called the Quarterdeck. But not on the Black Pearl.
Jon, who had disappeared for an hour or so, came back and kept me company, telling me stories of the adventures he'd heard of from Jack. I sat down, and leaned against the scuppers, listening intently as he twisted the truth every so often.
'....And ye really think that I, a sensible lass, would believe somethin' as foolish as that?' I said to him, after hearing the tale about Jack and sea turtles and hair from his back. Jon just shrugged, and muttered 'Dunno if it's true, miss! I just heard it from Gibbs . . . He says that Jack went mad, and if anyone as mad as the Captain is a genius!' I sighed, and looked up at the clouds, noticing the how quickly the white masses moved in the direction we were sailing.
I felt something try to get its way into my pocket, and jumped up, looking down at Timothy in consternation. 'Why, ye're an evil little blighter, are ye not, Tim?' I said, and laughed when he just hopped over to me, dancing happily around my boots. After lifting the kit onto my shoulder, I turned back to Jon, asking 'So, might I inquire as to why we're heading for this . . . Tortuga place?'
Jon stood with a small grunt, and straightened his shirt, looking up at the Captain in admiration. 'Well,' he said, turning back to me, 'The Captain likes to stop at Tortuga, for supplies when we're going on long adventures and voyages. He also likes to spend a couple of days there, because he says he 'gets lonely'.' I scowled at the last remark, remembering something my mum had drilled into me head
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'MARIE! Fer God's sake, child! Where are ye?' My mum called from her bedroom. She had asked for Jessei to fetch me, because we were going to have a little 'Mother-Daughter talk' as Ashley had put it so kindly.
'Here, Mother!' I called, and rushed down the hall of the third floor, where we all had our rooms. The second floor was for guests.
Mum motioned for me to come closer, and we sat down on the edge of her bed, me wringing my hands. ~Oh, I hope she doesn't know about my skipping the table duty! I get so nervous around those awful men. . !~ I thought, and bit my lip, and awful habit of mine.
'Marie, sweet, it's time we had the chat about men, seein' as yer 17 an' all . . .' she said, and I sighed with relief. But then I thought ~But we already had this chat, right? When I learned about what happens in bed---~ My thoughts were cut short by mum continuing.
' Now, I know ye're havin' a hard time approachin' th' tables, what with th' men lookin' at cha the way they do. . .' Mum said, and sighed, her voice suddenly becoming harsh. 'An' I want you to be hard with them! Don' ye go soft, an' run off with some lad who'll leave ye with nothin' but an unwanted child! Wait fer the right lad to come along, Marie. D'ye understand?'
I nodded my head, straightening up and hardening my expression. 'I understand, mother. I understand.'
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I heard a snap, and jerked back as I noticed that Jon had snapped his fingers in my face, pulling me out of my memories. 'Miss, are you alright? Are you feelin' a bit ill?' he asked, looking at me with genuine worry. I grinned, saying 'Nay, I'm fine! Just rememberin' somethin' that my mum said . . . Nothing to worry about.'
I looked up at Jack, and said 'Nothing to worry about at all. . .'
Jon grinned, and said quietly 'Miss, are you taking a liking to the Captain?' I whirled around, blushing furiously, and hissed 'Of course not! He just . . . knew my father, and I'm gonna find out more about him, that's all! My father, that is.' I corrected, and put a hand to my mouth as Jon burst out laughing.
'Oh, hush!' I whispered, and absently petted Tim, who was just craving attention from me by pricking my wrists with his nib-like claws. I then followed Jon over to the stairway, and descended into the hold, where he proceeded to inform me of where everything went, what the parts of the ship were called, and all of that 'nautical nonsense' as Jessei put it.
But, even though I knew I shouldn't be, my mind kept wandering back to Jack absently. The last thing that crossed my mind, before the warning, was this:
~ Is he the right lad? ~
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Whee! Cliffhanger! So, thanks so much for the reviews! I really love them, and I check for them every single day, just to see if anyone has read my story.
Oh, and I'm working on another PotC fanfic, but I'm not sure whether to put it up on Fanfic. . . . I might send a bit of it to anyone who asks, just as a taste.
Take what ye can, give nothin' back!
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
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Okay. So, Marie is on the Black Pearl right now, and she's just made a new friend, Jonathan (whom we shall call Jon, just for the 'helluvit). It's so going to get better, mark me. So, on to the fanfic!
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I had watched Jack all day, and pretty much had come to the conclusion that, yes, he WAS mad.
After I had asked him where we were headed, he took the map, and swaggered off the man the helm. There was another woman on board, and that lightened my spirits a bit, for she seemed like a hard skinned wench who liked nothing more than to tease and verbally abuse Jack for her own pleasure. Her dark attitude matched so well with her dark skin, and she had a tongue as sharp as a cutlass. ~Never make an enemy out of her, Marie. ~ I thought, and went down to the poopdeck
Authors note- yes, it IS called a poopdeck, but only on large ships. On smaller ones, like the Interceptor, the highest deck would be called the Quarterdeck. But not on the Black Pearl.
Jon, who had disappeared for an hour or so, came back and kept me company, telling me stories of the adventures he'd heard of from Jack. I sat down, and leaned against the scuppers, listening intently as he twisted the truth every so often.
'....And ye really think that I, a sensible lass, would believe somethin' as foolish as that?' I said to him, after hearing the tale about Jack and sea turtles and hair from his back. Jon just shrugged, and muttered 'Dunno if it's true, miss! I just heard it from Gibbs . . . He says that Jack went mad, and if anyone as mad as the Captain is a genius!' I sighed, and looked up at the clouds, noticing the how quickly the white masses moved in the direction we were sailing.
I felt something try to get its way into my pocket, and jumped up, looking down at Timothy in consternation. 'Why, ye're an evil little blighter, are ye not, Tim?' I said, and laughed when he just hopped over to me, dancing happily around my boots. After lifting the kit onto my shoulder, I turned back to Jon, asking 'So, might I inquire as to why we're heading for this . . . Tortuga place?'
Jon stood with a small grunt, and straightened his shirt, looking up at the Captain in admiration. 'Well,' he said, turning back to me, 'The Captain likes to stop at Tortuga, for supplies when we're going on long adventures and voyages. He also likes to spend a couple of days there, because he says he 'gets lonely'.' I scowled at the last remark, remembering something my mum had drilled into me head
~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^flashback~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~^~
'MARIE! Fer God's sake, child! Where are ye?' My mum called from her bedroom. She had asked for Jessei to fetch me, because we were going to have a little 'Mother-Daughter talk' as Ashley had put it so kindly.
'Here, Mother!' I called, and rushed down the hall of the third floor, where we all had our rooms. The second floor was for guests.
Mum motioned for me to come closer, and we sat down on the edge of her bed, me wringing my hands. ~Oh, I hope she doesn't know about my skipping the table duty! I get so nervous around those awful men. . !~ I thought, and bit my lip, and awful habit of mine.
'Marie, sweet, it's time we had the chat about men, seein' as yer 17 an' all . . .' she said, and I sighed with relief. But then I thought ~But we already had this chat, right? When I learned about what happens in bed---~ My thoughts were cut short by mum continuing.
' Now, I know ye're havin' a hard time approachin' th' tables, what with th' men lookin' at cha the way they do. . .' Mum said, and sighed, her voice suddenly becoming harsh. 'An' I want you to be hard with them! Don' ye go soft, an' run off with some lad who'll leave ye with nothin' but an unwanted child! Wait fer the right lad to come along, Marie. D'ye understand?'
I nodded my head, straightening up and hardening my expression. 'I understand, mother. I understand.'
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I heard a snap, and jerked back as I noticed that Jon had snapped his fingers in my face, pulling me out of my memories. 'Miss, are you alright? Are you feelin' a bit ill?' he asked, looking at me with genuine worry. I grinned, saying 'Nay, I'm fine! Just rememberin' somethin' that my mum said . . . Nothing to worry about.'
I looked up at Jack, and said 'Nothing to worry about at all. . .'
Jon grinned, and said quietly 'Miss, are you taking a liking to the Captain?' I whirled around, blushing furiously, and hissed 'Of course not! He just . . . knew my father, and I'm gonna find out more about him, that's all! My father, that is.' I corrected, and put a hand to my mouth as Jon burst out laughing.
'Oh, hush!' I whispered, and absently petted Tim, who was just craving attention from me by pricking my wrists with his nib-like claws. I then followed Jon over to the stairway, and descended into the hold, where he proceeded to inform me of where everything went, what the parts of the ship were called, and all of that 'nautical nonsense' as Jessei put it.
But, even though I knew I shouldn't be, my mind kept wandering back to Jack absently. The last thing that crossed my mind, before the warning, was this:
~ Is he the right lad? ~
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Whee! Cliffhanger! So, thanks so much for the reviews! I really love them, and I check for them every single day, just to see if anyone has read my story.
Oh, and I'm working on another PotC fanfic, but I'm not sure whether to put it up on Fanfic. . . . I might send a bit of it to anyone who asks, just as a taste.
Take what ye can, give nothin' back!
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
