Okay, I'm gonna update this once more before the summer is completely over!
(cheers)
Yeah, yeah, I know . . . (modest blush)
And, since I have to go pull some cookies out of the oven now, I'll let Partouf brief you on where I've been for the past three weeks.
(zooms off to kitchen)
Partouf: We went to an Island in British Columbia, smack dab in the middle of Vancouver Island and the mainland. It was fun . . . She got sunburn!
(beeping is heard from the kitchen; grey smoke is billowing everywhere)
Partouf: she's not the only thing burnt around here. . .
MtBR: (coughhackchokewheezediediedie) Oh, hush, you! It was Matt's fault . . . He set the timer wrong.
Partouf: Su-u-ure. We so totally believe you.
Fiora: I DO!
Dracoclone2: I DO!
MtBR: See?
Partouf: Thanks a lot, guys.
MtBR: AND NOW, ON WITH THE CHAPTER! FWA HA HA HA HA HA!
((Re-cap on last chapter:))
((What a long evening THIS was going to be!))
I made my way down to his cabin, keeping my balance as best I could as the waves grew choppier, indicating a storm might be on its way. ((Blasted weather!)) I thought grudgingly, and pushed open the cabin door, shutting it tightly behind me and heading over to the somewhat battered chest at the end of Jack's bed.
Opening it up with a little difficulty (I was still a bit sore), I spied my dress on the top of the pile of whatnot that lay in the chest, and I pulled it out reluctantly. Unfortunately, it now smelled of rum and sea salt from being kept in there for so long, and I wrinkled my nose at it, saying quietly 'Mam would be horrified at the state this is in! Urgh!' Shutting the lid to the chest, I stood up and walked over to lay the dress out on the bed, smoothing it out as best I could.
Staring down at it, I decided that it could've looked better, but didn't. It was still its lovely maroon colour, but lacked . . . something. I decided that something was someone to wear it. ((Well, orders are orders!)) I thought exasperatedly, and then began to undress, peeling off the borrowed clothing and carefully slipping on my dress. After fastening it up, I noticed that, to my dismay, I had lost a little weight from lack of food. 'I look like a right stick!' I cried, and then pulled my boots back on, saying to myself sternly 'I will not have you looking like this, Marie! Gain some weight, or you'll disappear into nothing!'
I tied up the ribbons at the front, and smoothed out the dress as best I could, suddenly hearing a noise at the door. I swirled around, the skirt billowing around my feet, and Jack walked in with arms outstretched, saying 'Luv, ye look splendid!' I placed my hands on my hips, and frowned as best I could, replying 'I only did it because you asked, not because I wanted it.' Jack came over, placing an arm 'round my waist and a kiss on my cheek, leading me towards the door as he said 'Dunn't worry, luv! Ye'll blend in at Tortuga, I swear it! Stick by me, an' ye'll never find trouble.'
Rolling my eyes and taking his hand away, I murmured 'But what about trouble coming to me?', and then listened to him laugh whilst opening the door for me. The sky had darkened substantially, and I could see little pinpricks of light in the distance, a little closer than before. As I was staring into the distance, I failed to notice Jack tugging on my hair in a childish manner, until I turned and slapped his hand, hissing 'Don't you dare do that, Sparrow!'
He looked down at me for a moment, shrugged, and then indicated for me to follow him to the helm, saying 'C'mere. . .Ye can see it through me lookin' glass.' I scampered after him, lifting my skirts a little above the deck so as not to let them touch the dirty wood, and quickly ascended the stairs, asking 'How far is it now, Cap'n?' Jack nodded to Anamaria, who was at the helm, and then took a spy glass from his belt, saying 'Only a minute or two, luv. 'ere, look through this.'
Passing the glass over to me, I hefted it up and peered into the eyepiece, gasping as the island came into a closer and sharper view. I could see buildings, torches, and tiny people milling about . . . Everything seemed so much closer! 'Amazing!' I whispered in awe, and passed the spy glass back to him while asking 'Where're we staying tonight? At an Inn, I hope?' Jack slid the tool back into his belt, and took the helm back from Anamaria, shrugging and saying 'We'll find an Inn, luv, dunn't worry. I know a good one 'round 'ere.'
I scoffed, and then looked down at the deck to see the men milling about once more, and Anamaria barked orders with her astounding set of lungs, calling 'Smartly now, men! Drop anchor, reef the sails! We're t' stay offshore!' Soon enough, the Pearl had slowed to a halt, and I noticed a few men making their ways to the boats, while others Mr. Cotton, Anamaria, and Jackson stayed in the rigging or came up to the helm.
I hopped down the steps two at a time, and located Jon, asking 'What're we doing?' Jon smiled at me, and then grabbed my elbow, saying 'Come on, Marie! We're going to Tortuga! Climb into a boat, quick, or there'll be no room left!' I followed Jon to the scuppers, and noticed that three rowboats had been lowered aside the Pearl, and we both clambered down, me making sure I went first to avoid the possibility of Peeping Toms.
Once in the boat, two men clasped the oars, and I heard Jack call from the boat next to us 'A'right, men! Off to Tortuga!' A cheer rose up, and we set out quickly towards the island, my heart pounding in anticipation. Suddenly, that humming filled my ears, and I heard the mermaid's voice say 'Remember, Blue Moon! You'd better hurry. .' 'I know, alright?' I hissed, trying to keep my voice low so that no one would hear me, and then the voice disappeared, leaving me with a roar of noise to fill my ears.
Clapping my hands over my ears, I began to mutter curses to myself, and didn't even notice the thud of the boats bottoms as we came ashore. Jon had to tug on my sleeve, and help me out of the boat, saying cheerfully 'Welcome, dear sister, to Tortuga! The best place in the world to be a pirate.'
I put on a weak smile, and tottered off towards the crowd of men heading off into the town, mumbling only so that Jon could hear me say 'And what a wonderful place it'll be once I find a bloody bath!'
I couldn't help but smile at the laughter that met my ears from Jon and Jack, who had snuck up behind us, and I promptly swatted Jack across the crown, scoffing 'You could use one too, Cap'n, with lots of soap, as well!'
He turned a little pale at that, and hastily shut up.
((THERE! I'VE UPDATED!))
(cries from pure and utter happiness)
Partouf: Oh, shut up. You're getting the keyboard all wet!
MtBR: Be quiet, you. What's wrong, jealous?
Partouf: Why should I be?
MtBR: (evil smirk) I have sweaters.
Partouf: SWEATERS! (jumps up and down)
Anyways, I'll update My Misadventure in the Caribbean soon!
Live long, love lots, and play often!
--Marie the Black Rose--
