I am SO SORRY for not updating for such a long time, but . . . yeah, I've
been *and still am, mind you* really, REALLY busy!
So, if I don't update in a while, my reasons are all in my Bio!
Thanks to all of my reviewers, I LUV YOU ALL!
Love and luv are two completely different things, people. It's a girl thing.
And now, ON WITH THE *pretty long, considering the other chapters * CHAPTER!
*PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!*
*Partouf: OR ME!*
*MtBR: Hey, only I can talk in uppercase!*
*Partouf: NOT NOW YOU AREN'T! HA HA HA!*
*MtBR: Aww,!&%&$@$%^& *string of really awful curses**
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*Back to Marie's point of view! Yay!*
The strangest of dreams fought their way into my head, fanciful ones of mermaids and sea-creatures and other such nonsense.
But it all seemed so. . . .Real.
*dream*
I was standing on a large grey rock situated out in the middle of the Sea, angry waves crashing against it and biting winds whipping around me, tangling my hair and swirling my skirts. Off in the distance, I heard a strange song. . . .Something that I only caught bits of and I remember only this:
"The Winds of the East And the Sun of the West To unite, and to show The path which is best. . ."
I strained to hear more, leaning forward eagerly for the next bit, and then I lost my footing on the slippery rock. I tumbled head over heels into the foamy waters, falling down. . . .Down. . . .Down. . . . . .
*end of dream*
I awoke with a start, gasping and giving a small cry or surprise, sitting up like I had been shot out of a cannon. My head ached, and my throat was dry as a bone, but other than those complaints, I felt a little better.
Until the ship gave an involuntary lurch, to which I fell out of the bed, being as unstable and weak as I was.
'Ohh, damnation! Shite feck damn!' I cursed, pushing myself painfully up to sit in the chair near the bed, and resting there with a semi-sigh punctuated by a hiss of pain. ~I can't take deep breaths, or my wound hurts! ~ I thought, and just then someone opened the door, that someone being Jonathan. Wincing, I turned to face the door, saying 'Hello, Jon. How're you?' Jon nodded to me and smiled, but said nothing. He had a metal dish in his hands, filled with a kind of stew that smelled wonderful, and he moved a small table closer to my chair to set the stew down on.
'Jon, can I . . . talk to you for a moment?' I asked carefully, placing a hand on the table and thinking ~Alright, don't go overboard . . . ~ Jon nodded, and pulled over another chair, finally saying 'About . . . what happened on the H.M.S Hunter?' Slowly, I began with 'Jon, I'm really sorry. I tried to help, but . . . I couldn't get there in time, and the Jack pulled me back, and . . . . I'm really sorry, Jon!'
He cast his eyes downward, and mumbled 'It's alright. . . .It's just that it seems like everything I care for disappears! First my father, now Tom. . . . .' I placed a hand on his shoulder, saying 'I lost my father, too. He was a pirate, like Jack, and he was a shipmate on the Pearl. Maybe you've heard of him. . . .Edward Kemp?'
Jon stiffened under my hand, and then looked up, disbelief etched all over his face, gawping at me and whispering 'Edward . . . Kemp?!?' I nodded, my brow furrowing at Jon's reaction, and said warily 'Yes, Edward Kemp. You knew him, I suspect?' Jon's face broke into a wide grin big enough to fit a bowl in, and he said 'He was my father!'
My jaw dropped, and I almost knocked over the dish on the table, stammering 'I . . . I. . . just don't know. . .what. . .what?' My mind was whirling, trying to take this all in. ~He went off, and . . . . had Jon? But, that would make us . . . ~ 'Jon, we're . . . half-siblings!' I cried out, and almost fell across the table to hug him, stopping abruptly because of my painful injury. Jon was laughing, and helped me stand, saying 'Come, we'll tell Captain Jack all about it!' Then, as an afterthought, he added 'Sister.'
I grinned, and said tartly 'I don't suppose my half-brother would be so kind as to realize that I'm still in pain and Jack would skin me alive if he knew I was out of bed?' Jon stopped right in the middle of helping me walk towards the door, and said 'Oh, yes, right. Then you'd better rest, and I'll tell the Captain how you're doing.' I tottered over to the bed, with Jon's help, and sat on the edge while Jon ran out of the room, calling back to me 'I'll be back in a moment!'
I sighed *carefully, so as not to stretch the wound*, and said to the sky 'Lord, thank you so much. I'll have to tell mother right away, or as soon as we reach a port.' I inspected my hands, and looked at myself, thinking ~I look--and smell--like a real pirate . . . But can I be one? It'll take work, for sure! ~ Suddenly, Jack strode in, followed by George Bloate and Jon, saying 'Ye're not supposed to be up, luv!' Jon shrugged his shoulders, and stood by as Mr. Bloate came over and made my lie back, saying 'Well, I'd say it's about time to re-dress these wounds, Miss Kemp. Lie still, please.'
Mr. Bloate untied the cloth encasing the wound, and slowly unwrapped it, saying to Jon 'Jonathan, be a good lad and fetch me some water and a clean cloth, will you?' As the last layer of the bandage was coming loose, I felt a tug on the dried blood on a corner, and hissed in pain as George gave a quick tug to pull it off. Looking down at my hip, a wave of nausea almost caused me to retch, but I managed to hold it back.
There was a slight purple hue around the wound, from a bruise as Mr. Bloate told me, but the worst part was the cut. It was about 3 cm deep * A/N: I know, I know, they hardly had measuring units back then, just stay with me here*, and a ghastly black-red color, covered in dry blood and looking disgusting. 'Blood . . . I don't like blood. . .' I moaned softly, so no one could hear, and I squeezed my eyes shut, turning away from that awful sight as Jon came back with a bowl of water and a cloth.
My eyes still shut, I could only listen to the people around me.
Jack: 'She's not lookin' too happy, Mr. Bloate. Ye're sure she's awright?'
George: 'Yes, I'm certain she is alright, Captain Sparrow. She just needs to let it heal more and she'll be fine. The wound is not infected, which is a good sign.'
Jack: 'Then why's there tha' purplish color 'round th' cut? That dun't look like a good sign t' me, mate.'
George: 'It's only a bruise, Captain, and Miss Kemp will have it for a while. Jon, hand me the cloth, please, but dampen it with water first.'
The sound of dripping water met my ears, and someone prodded my wound, causing me to quietly cry out, saying 'Oh, Lord, that hurt!' My eyes opened to see Jon kneeling beside the bed, smiling at me and saying 'Don't worry. George knows what he's doing, Marie. He saved you from having a pirate surgeon look at you!' I smiled weakly, and bit my bottom lip as George 'gently' wiped away the caked blood and wrapped it up with a clean strip of cloth he had brought with him.
After the cloth had been tied off, I rolled over onto my back, saying 'That hurt like hell, George!' George just grinned, saying as he picked up the bowl of water 'You should know that a wound such as that will hurt, Miss Kemp, even though it is almost healed.' Sighing, I noticed Jack staring down at me, and I smiled wryly at him, saying sarcastically 'I wonder, am I that pretty, or do you just enjoy looking at your bedspread?' Jon laughed a bit, and so did George, to which Jack winked at me and replied 'Jus' checkin' t' make sure that ye were alright, luv. Ye seem t' have yer tartness back, which means ye're getting' better in time to come and see Tortuga!'
With one last wink, Jack strode out of the room, followed by George, but Jon lingered a moment to say quietly to me 'I haven't told the Captain yet. I think it's best to wait until we're in port before we do, is that alright?' I wriggled back so that I could prop myself up into a sitting position against the pillows, and said 'It's okay by me. Tell me when we come into Tortuga, will you?'
With a silent nod and a smile, Jon left the cabin, shutting the door slowly behind him.
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*MtBR: THAT'S A WRAP, PEOPLE! TAKE FIVE!*
No, no, no, that doesn't mean it's over! The story has only just begun!
*Partouf: What? I thought this started in chapter one!*
*MtBR: That's not what it means, Partouf.*
*sigh* I love him, but sometimes. . .it seems like he's not all there, you know what I mean?
*Partouf: *staring off into space* I'm not insane! It's just that the pink bunnies won't leave me alone.*
^_^;; See what I mean?
Thanks to everyone who supported and who continue to support me!
YAY!
Until next time. . .
*Which will be soon, hopefully*
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
So, if I don't update in a while, my reasons are all in my Bio!
Thanks to all of my reviewers, I LUV YOU ALL!
Love and luv are two completely different things, people. It's a girl thing.
And now, ON WITH THE *pretty long, considering the other chapters * CHAPTER!
*PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!*
*Partouf: OR ME!*
*MtBR: Hey, only I can talk in uppercase!*
*Partouf: NOT NOW YOU AREN'T! HA HA HA!*
*MtBR: Aww,!&%&$@$%^& *string of really awful curses**
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*Back to Marie's point of view! Yay!*
The strangest of dreams fought their way into my head, fanciful ones of mermaids and sea-creatures and other such nonsense.
But it all seemed so. . . .Real.
*dream*
I was standing on a large grey rock situated out in the middle of the Sea, angry waves crashing against it and biting winds whipping around me, tangling my hair and swirling my skirts. Off in the distance, I heard a strange song. . . .Something that I only caught bits of and I remember only this:
"The Winds of the East And the Sun of the West To unite, and to show The path which is best. . ."
I strained to hear more, leaning forward eagerly for the next bit, and then I lost my footing on the slippery rock. I tumbled head over heels into the foamy waters, falling down. . . .Down. . . .Down. . . . . .
*end of dream*
I awoke with a start, gasping and giving a small cry or surprise, sitting up like I had been shot out of a cannon. My head ached, and my throat was dry as a bone, but other than those complaints, I felt a little better.
Until the ship gave an involuntary lurch, to which I fell out of the bed, being as unstable and weak as I was.
'Ohh, damnation! Shite feck damn!' I cursed, pushing myself painfully up to sit in the chair near the bed, and resting there with a semi-sigh punctuated by a hiss of pain. ~I can't take deep breaths, or my wound hurts! ~ I thought, and just then someone opened the door, that someone being Jonathan. Wincing, I turned to face the door, saying 'Hello, Jon. How're you?' Jon nodded to me and smiled, but said nothing. He had a metal dish in his hands, filled with a kind of stew that smelled wonderful, and he moved a small table closer to my chair to set the stew down on.
'Jon, can I . . . talk to you for a moment?' I asked carefully, placing a hand on the table and thinking ~Alright, don't go overboard . . . ~ Jon nodded, and pulled over another chair, finally saying 'About . . . what happened on the H.M.S Hunter?' Slowly, I began with 'Jon, I'm really sorry. I tried to help, but . . . I couldn't get there in time, and the Jack pulled me back, and . . . . I'm really sorry, Jon!'
He cast his eyes downward, and mumbled 'It's alright. . . .It's just that it seems like everything I care for disappears! First my father, now Tom. . . . .' I placed a hand on his shoulder, saying 'I lost my father, too. He was a pirate, like Jack, and he was a shipmate on the Pearl. Maybe you've heard of him. . . .Edward Kemp?'
Jon stiffened under my hand, and then looked up, disbelief etched all over his face, gawping at me and whispering 'Edward . . . Kemp?!?' I nodded, my brow furrowing at Jon's reaction, and said warily 'Yes, Edward Kemp. You knew him, I suspect?' Jon's face broke into a wide grin big enough to fit a bowl in, and he said 'He was my father!'
My jaw dropped, and I almost knocked over the dish on the table, stammering 'I . . . I. . . just don't know. . .what. . .what?' My mind was whirling, trying to take this all in. ~He went off, and . . . . had Jon? But, that would make us . . . ~ 'Jon, we're . . . half-siblings!' I cried out, and almost fell across the table to hug him, stopping abruptly because of my painful injury. Jon was laughing, and helped me stand, saying 'Come, we'll tell Captain Jack all about it!' Then, as an afterthought, he added 'Sister.'
I grinned, and said tartly 'I don't suppose my half-brother would be so kind as to realize that I'm still in pain and Jack would skin me alive if he knew I was out of bed?' Jon stopped right in the middle of helping me walk towards the door, and said 'Oh, yes, right. Then you'd better rest, and I'll tell the Captain how you're doing.' I tottered over to the bed, with Jon's help, and sat on the edge while Jon ran out of the room, calling back to me 'I'll be back in a moment!'
I sighed *carefully, so as not to stretch the wound*, and said to the sky 'Lord, thank you so much. I'll have to tell mother right away, or as soon as we reach a port.' I inspected my hands, and looked at myself, thinking ~I look--and smell--like a real pirate . . . But can I be one? It'll take work, for sure! ~ Suddenly, Jack strode in, followed by George Bloate and Jon, saying 'Ye're not supposed to be up, luv!' Jon shrugged his shoulders, and stood by as Mr. Bloate came over and made my lie back, saying 'Well, I'd say it's about time to re-dress these wounds, Miss Kemp. Lie still, please.'
Mr. Bloate untied the cloth encasing the wound, and slowly unwrapped it, saying to Jon 'Jonathan, be a good lad and fetch me some water and a clean cloth, will you?' As the last layer of the bandage was coming loose, I felt a tug on the dried blood on a corner, and hissed in pain as George gave a quick tug to pull it off. Looking down at my hip, a wave of nausea almost caused me to retch, but I managed to hold it back.
There was a slight purple hue around the wound, from a bruise as Mr. Bloate told me, but the worst part was the cut. It was about 3 cm deep * A/N: I know, I know, they hardly had measuring units back then, just stay with me here*, and a ghastly black-red color, covered in dry blood and looking disgusting. 'Blood . . . I don't like blood. . .' I moaned softly, so no one could hear, and I squeezed my eyes shut, turning away from that awful sight as Jon came back with a bowl of water and a cloth.
My eyes still shut, I could only listen to the people around me.
Jack: 'She's not lookin' too happy, Mr. Bloate. Ye're sure she's awright?'
George: 'Yes, I'm certain she is alright, Captain Sparrow. She just needs to let it heal more and she'll be fine. The wound is not infected, which is a good sign.'
Jack: 'Then why's there tha' purplish color 'round th' cut? That dun't look like a good sign t' me, mate.'
George: 'It's only a bruise, Captain, and Miss Kemp will have it for a while. Jon, hand me the cloth, please, but dampen it with water first.'
The sound of dripping water met my ears, and someone prodded my wound, causing me to quietly cry out, saying 'Oh, Lord, that hurt!' My eyes opened to see Jon kneeling beside the bed, smiling at me and saying 'Don't worry. George knows what he's doing, Marie. He saved you from having a pirate surgeon look at you!' I smiled weakly, and bit my bottom lip as George 'gently' wiped away the caked blood and wrapped it up with a clean strip of cloth he had brought with him.
After the cloth had been tied off, I rolled over onto my back, saying 'That hurt like hell, George!' George just grinned, saying as he picked up the bowl of water 'You should know that a wound such as that will hurt, Miss Kemp, even though it is almost healed.' Sighing, I noticed Jack staring down at me, and I smiled wryly at him, saying sarcastically 'I wonder, am I that pretty, or do you just enjoy looking at your bedspread?' Jon laughed a bit, and so did George, to which Jack winked at me and replied 'Jus' checkin' t' make sure that ye were alright, luv. Ye seem t' have yer tartness back, which means ye're getting' better in time to come and see Tortuga!'
With one last wink, Jack strode out of the room, followed by George, but Jon lingered a moment to say quietly to me 'I haven't told the Captain yet. I think it's best to wait until we're in port before we do, is that alright?' I wriggled back so that I could prop myself up into a sitting position against the pillows, and said 'It's okay by me. Tell me when we come into Tortuga, will you?'
With a silent nod and a smile, Jon left the cabin, shutting the door slowly behind him.
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*MtBR: THAT'S A WRAP, PEOPLE! TAKE FIVE!*
No, no, no, that doesn't mean it's over! The story has only just begun!
*Partouf: What? I thought this started in chapter one!*
*MtBR: That's not what it means, Partouf.*
*sigh* I love him, but sometimes. . .it seems like he's not all there, you know what I mean?
*Partouf: *staring off into space* I'm not insane! It's just that the pink bunnies won't leave me alone.*
^_^;; See what I mean?
Thanks to everyone who supported and who continue to support me!
YAY!
Until next time. . .
*Which will be soon, hopefully*
~8@ Marie the Black Rose @8~
