Disclaimer: "GooseLives then stumbled back into the moonlight that had come
streaming through a break in the cave formation above her head, revealing
herself to be of the undead as well. Her skeleton draped in decaying skin
and the remnants of her Pirates of the Caribbean tee shirt, now shredded
thanks to the sword of her opponent, Michael Eisner, she examined her bony
hand. With a toothy grin, she stood juggling Natalie, Clark, and Geoffrey
and said, 'Well, that's interesting.'" I do own something! Amo against
the Disney Machine! Huzzah! Huzzah! Okay, I'm done now...
Note: I know this is short, but I ended in a really weird place and writing this has been like pulling teeth. I'm running low on ideas, so anything you've got for me would be greatly appreciated. I love you kids, enjoy.
Here's To Freedom (Chapter 10-- Ha! Double digits!)
Their lips met and it took every ounce of propriety that existed in his wily body to avoid losing control over himself. He'd kissed many a girl in his day, and his trysts with them had been a lot less tame than this, but he'd never felt this before. It was like--
He was tugged from his musings when he felt her pull away from him. Startled, he searched her expression for some clue as to what she was thinking, and he was rewarded with a smile. Resting her forehead against his, she sighed, "Jack."
With a grin, he lifted his hands to cup her face, wondering if his name had ever sounded better than coming from Natalie's incredible lips at that very moment. Unable to resist her any longer, he moved in once more, brushing his mouth over hers with an increased fervor that all but took his breath away.
She couldn't believe what was happening. She was on an all-male pirate vessel, kissing the famed buccaneer captain, Jack Sparrow, in her nightclothes! If the circumstances weren't shocking enough, the feelings he had roused in her were.
She had never felt so alive! Clinging to him as he took the very air from her lungs, Natalie smiled against his lips. This was where she belonged; sailing the open seas with this man, nothing stopping them from chasing the endless horizon. This was freedom.
He needed to put an end to this or he would end up taking her right there on the quarter deck! This was all he needed; another reason for the already irritable commodore and company to hang him. And he was almost positive that running off with the governor's daughter would be on the very long list of no-no's.
With much difficulty, he withdrew from the circle of her arms and turned away. He had his crew to protect, and she needed to go back to where she belonged, this wasn't the time to get selfish. Leaning over the railing, he took a deep breath to help him regain his composure.
Natalie simply stared at him, his back facing her as he hung over the banister, in complete confusion. "Jack?" she asked, stepping towards him. Just seconds ago he had been holding her tight and now he wouldn't even face her. Something was wrong.
He heard the uncertainty in her voice and it nearly broke him in two. He needed to pull himself together! He was Captain Jack Sparrow, the most terrible pirate in all the world! He wasn't about to be taken out by a pretty face when he'd beaten all manner of enemies, both human and natural, in his long and distinguished career!
Spinning around to face her, his plan died as his gaze met hers, shimmering with unshed tears, her lips trembling, and blatant hurt reflected in her features. "I--um...What?" he muttered, trying to get his lips to form the correct words, in vain.
"What's wrong, Jack?" she asked, moving closer. Natalie reached out her hand and rested it on his forearm, but he promptly shook it off.
Plastering a grin on his face, he slurred, "Oh, nuthin', really. I-- Oh, bugger." His face twisted in defeat as hers darkened in anger. "Natalie, I can't do this."
She stood there, frozen in shock, but nodded with a smile to avoid embarrassing herself further. "I understand." No, she really didn't, and she wanted so much to tell him so, to shake him and bring him back to Earth because she couldn't be the only one feeling this.
"Good," he said with a smile, inwardly hoping she didn't. He furrowed his brow at his thoughts. No he didn't. Shaking his head, he pulled himself from confusion and bit her good night. "I really must be gettin' back to the helm, lu--lass. Good evening."
She watched as Jack swaggered off, down the stairs and to the wheel, barking at the nearest sailor to get him some more rum. Shaking her head, she cast a final glance over the sea and sky, now beginning to lighten with the first rays of dawn, and walked off below deck to her cabin.
* * * *
"They've been 'ere, commodore!" one soldier yelled, running up the gangway to the Dauntless with a group of seven following him. It had taken them long enough to get back to where the vessel was anchored because it was hidden in a cove on the opposite side of the scalawag port, Tortuga.
The stately man simply nodded at the information. "When were they last seen?"
The man pulled off his cap and wiped the sweat off of his brow. It had helped conceal his identity, for no one would have cooperated if they had known he was of the British Royal Navy, but it itched like the devil. Finally garnishing his superior with an answer, he said, "Sparrah was spotted three days ago. Dragged a dark-haired lass by the wrist, he did. It 'as to be Miss Swann, sir. Seems like the whole town saw 'em. Sailed west from 'ere."
"Good work, gents," he replied with another curt nod. Raising his voice so all aboard could hear, Commodore Norrington shouted, "Hoist the anchor, we sail at dawn."
Note: I know this is short, but I ended in a really weird place and writing this has been like pulling teeth. I'm running low on ideas, so anything you've got for me would be greatly appreciated. I love you kids, enjoy.
Here's To Freedom (Chapter 10-- Ha! Double digits!)
Their lips met and it took every ounce of propriety that existed in his wily body to avoid losing control over himself. He'd kissed many a girl in his day, and his trysts with them had been a lot less tame than this, but he'd never felt this before. It was like--
He was tugged from his musings when he felt her pull away from him. Startled, he searched her expression for some clue as to what she was thinking, and he was rewarded with a smile. Resting her forehead against his, she sighed, "Jack."
With a grin, he lifted his hands to cup her face, wondering if his name had ever sounded better than coming from Natalie's incredible lips at that very moment. Unable to resist her any longer, he moved in once more, brushing his mouth over hers with an increased fervor that all but took his breath away.
She couldn't believe what was happening. She was on an all-male pirate vessel, kissing the famed buccaneer captain, Jack Sparrow, in her nightclothes! If the circumstances weren't shocking enough, the feelings he had roused in her were.
She had never felt so alive! Clinging to him as he took the very air from her lungs, Natalie smiled against his lips. This was where she belonged; sailing the open seas with this man, nothing stopping them from chasing the endless horizon. This was freedom.
He needed to put an end to this or he would end up taking her right there on the quarter deck! This was all he needed; another reason for the already irritable commodore and company to hang him. And he was almost positive that running off with the governor's daughter would be on the very long list of no-no's.
With much difficulty, he withdrew from the circle of her arms and turned away. He had his crew to protect, and she needed to go back to where she belonged, this wasn't the time to get selfish. Leaning over the railing, he took a deep breath to help him regain his composure.
Natalie simply stared at him, his back facing her as he hung over the banister, in complete confusion. "Jack?" she asked, stepping towards him. Just seconds ago he had been holding her tight and now he wouldn't even face her. Something was wrong.
He heard the uncertainty in her voice and it nearly broke him in two. He needed to pull himself together! He was Captain Jack Sparrow, the most terrible pirate in all the world! He wasn't about to be taken out by a pretty face when he'd beaten all manner of enemies, both human and natural, in his long and distinguished career!
Spinning around to face her, his plan died as his gaze met hers, shimmering with unshed tears, her lips trembling, and blatant hurt reflected in her features. "I--um...What?" he muttered, trying to get his lips to form the correct words, in vain.
"What's wrong, Jack?" she asked, moving closer. Natalie reached out her hand and rested it on his forearm, but he promptly shook it off.
Plastering a grin on his face, he slurred, "Oh, nuthin', really. I-- Oh, bugger." His face twisted in defeat as hers darkened in anger. "Natalie, I can't do this."
She stood there, frozen in shock, but nodded with a smile to avoid embarrassing herself further. "I understand." No, she really didn't, and she wanted so much to tell him so, to shake him and bring him back to Earth because she couldn't be the only one feeling this.
"Good," he said with a smile, inwardly hoping she didn't. He furrowed his brow at his thoughts. No he didn't. Shaking his head, he pulled himself from confusion and bit her good night. "I really must be gettin' back to the helm, lu--lass. Good evening."
She watched as Jack swaggered off, down the stairs and to the wheel, barking at the nearest sailor to get him some more rum. Shaking her head, she cast a final glance over the sea and sky, now beginning to lighten with the first rays of dawn, and walked off below deck to her cabin.
* * * *
"They've been 'ere, commodore!" one soldier yelled, running up the gangway to the Dauntless with a group of seven following him. It had taken them long enough to get back to where the vessel was anchored because it was hidden in a cove on the opposite side of the scalawag port, Tortuga.
The stately man simply nodded at the information. "When were they last seen?"
The man pulled off his cap and wiped the sweat off of his brow. It had helped conceal his identity, for no one would have cooperated if they had known he was of the British Royal Navy, but it itched like the devil. Finally garnishing his superior with an answer, he said, "Sparrah was spotted three days ago. Dragged a dark-haired lass by the wrist, he did. It 'as to be Miss Swann, sir. Seems like the whole town saw 'em. Sailed west from 'ere."
"Good work, gents," he replied with another curt nod. Raising his voice so all aboard could hear, Commodore Norrington shouted, "Hoist the anchor, we sail at dawn."