Sure he had. apparently he'd done lots of things before, but it didn't make
this any less annoying. My entire life plans had been foiled.
The cold splash of seemedly rock hard water came as a shock, but I carried out what I had resolved to do, I slapped my father.
"I'm not so sure I deserved that."
"That was for leaving Mother and me, for never coming to visit, for getting us into this mess, and for NOT HATING ME! What am I supposed to do with my life now!? Nothing! That's right Nothing!"
"Fine, I MAY had deserved that but honestly, you could come to the pearl.. Meet the crew.. Be my daughter?"
I would have hugged him, but that would have been girly. Besides.. It could also drown us both. Best to keep my dignity..
"Really?"
"I should definitely think so.."
Then HE renewed the moment.. HE slapped me...
"Bloody Hell!"
"You really are my daughter..."
"Why did you sla- why do you say that?" He had slapped me!
"We both jump into what come first to our brains.. We never have a PLAN.." He motioned to our current state of affairs. the ocean with ship.. Or lack there of.
So I had a little of my mother in my after all, I smiled.
"I have a plan.!" I got to glower. but it really was good that one of us had a plan. If both of us kept rushing into nothing, we get nowhere! Except nothing always worked out to be a good bad something for my father, or so I'd heard.
"Oh really, by chance you had a plan, and you don't, you would have stated it at the beginning and you didn't, leaving us with nowhere to look for the answer but the original place of reasoning, which is in fact that you indeed have no plan at all!"
"Unless! I was going to attempt to gather a word from a prattling father who was indeed stealing all moments to snatch a breath, who was on about the fact that I am much like him, and I might needn't have the chance to inform him of the mastermind for lack a time to gratify, moreover never have time to draw breath, which is what I was attempting to do when YOU slapped ME."
"I think I understood that.."
"Good, you can explain it to me later.." I was swimming. he was following. Life was good.
"ah, Ovashing?" he timidly asked..
"Yes?"
"The plan is? No lies please."
"I'm going to brutally murder you in the middle of the ocean, leaving your ripped corpse to sink in baby Jones locker, and then in going to steal a bastred's ass worth of money, and live out my days a rich wench." I said dryly.
"Oh really? Well that's depressing. "
"What did she see in you?"
"Who?"
"Mother."
"I don't know, they were her eyes. Anyways what is the plan?"
Well the black pearl's got to be her somewhere. Help my find it."
"Then what?"
"Then I get dry have some food, and head back to Tortuga."
"Oh."
What, did he have to sound so depressed. He didn't know me, he couldn't possibly want me to stay..
"What?" Keep my cool.
"I, oh it's around this bend."
Procrastination. It runs in the family.
The cold splash of seemedly rock hard water came as a shock, but I carried out what I had resolved to do, I slapped my father.
"I'm not so sure I deserved that."
"That was for leaving Mother and me, for never coming to visit, for getting us into this mess, and for NOT HATING ME! What am I supposed to do with my life now!? Nothing! That's right Nothing!"
"Fine, I MAY had deserved that but honestly, you could come to the pearl.. Meet the crew.. Be my daughter?"
I would have hugged him, but that would have been girly. Besides.. It could also drown us both. Best to keep my dignity..
"Really?"
"I should definitely think so.."
Then HE renewed the moment.. HE slapped me...
"Bloody Hell!"
"You really are my daughter..."
"Why did you sla- why do you say that?" He had slapped me!
"We both jump into what come first to our brains.. We never have a PLAN.." He motioned to our current state of affairs. the ocean with ship.. Or lack there of.
So I had a little of my mother in my after all, I smiled.
"I have a plan.!" I got to glower. but it really was good that one of us had a plan. If both of us kept rushing into nothing, we get nowhere! Except nothing always worked out to be a good bad something for my father, or so I'd heard.
"Oh really, by chance you had a plan, and you don't, you would have stated it at the beginning and you didn't, leaving us with nowhere to look for the answer but the original place of reasoning, which is in fact that you indeed have no plan at all!"
"Unless! I was going to attempt to gather a word from a prattling father who was indeed stealing all moments to snatch a breath, who was on about the fact that I am much like him, and I might needn't have the chance to inform him of the mastermind for lack a time to gratify, moreover never have time to draw breath, which is what I was attempting to do when YOU slapped ME."
"I think I understood that.."
"Good, you can explain it to me later.." I was swimming. he was following. Life was good.
"ah, Ovashing?" he timidly asked..
"Yes?"
"The plan is? No lies please."
"I'm going to brutally murder you in the middle of the ocean, leaving your ripped corpse to sink in baby Jones locker, and then in going to steal a bastred's ass worth of money, and live out my days a rich wench." I said dryly.
"Oh really? Well that's depressing. "
"What did she see in you?"
"Who?"
"Mother."
"I don't know, they were her eyes. Anyways what is the plan?"
Well the black pearl's got to be her somewhere. Help my find it."
"Then what?"
"Then I get dry have some food, and head back to Tortuga."
"Oh."
What, did he have to sound so depressed. He didn't know me, he couldn't possibly want me to stay..
"What?" Keep my cool.
"I, oh it's around this bend."
Procrastination. It runs in the family.