Wrong One

Okay, I won't lie with excuses. Plain and simply, I forgot. Forgot to write, and everything. I feel bad, but all I can say is I'm sorry.

Celia screamed. With the intense agony of having something forced out of her hand. Hot DAMN it hurt, then again, she'd always been somewhat of a pansy. Her legs were flailing, and she was doing her best to throw the two off, which basically meant occasionally she'd get the strength to shake a little, flop once, and give up panting.

"Got it!" Came a triumphant yell from atop her. Celia sobbed in relief.

"Oh..." Her head snapped immediately She didn't like that word.

"WHAT?! What's wrong?" She asked panicking.

"I don' know what this thing is, but it ain't what I'm after." Jack said pensively. Celia felt her face get red. No way! NO FRIGGEN WAY!

"AAARRRGGG! YOU HAD BETTER BE WRONG! You bastard! All the shit I've been put through, and you mean to tell me I'm the wrong person!? That's it. I'm going to kill you, simple as that. I will kill you. Oh, and you too George." Celia was flailing herself from underneath the two, managing to force them off, and she leapt to her feet.

"Me? What did I do?" George asked innocently from where he sat. Celia narrowed her eyes, and silently mouthed 'I'll kill you.'

Lady followed Lacey off the ship; they'd just docked at port somewhere. She hadn't been paying attention to the details, oh well. She stood looking around the dock for a moment. The dock was busy with the bustling of everyday life of landed sailors, and dockworkers. She grinned, and slid her hand in and out of a passerby's pocket, relieving it of its contents. She looked down at the pouch that now sat in her hand, and opened it. Oh yeah. Gold.

"This is Celia Thomas." She looked up at the words. Wait. That wasn't Celia. The girl the captain, whom she was just now noticing she had yet to learn the name of, was definitely NOT Celia. The girl before her was tall, had a strong build, was tanned, and had thick black hair. She'd never seen a girl who'd looked less like Celia.

"That's not Celia." Lacey said crossing her arms and huffing.

"Yes I am." The girl, who wasn't Celia, stated plainly.

"No, no you aren't. I know because I kidnapped Celia. You aren't Celia, Celia would have screamed and ran around in circles upon catching sight of us." Lacey said stiffly.

"I assure you I am Celia Thomas, perhaps there are two Celia's though. I am dreadfully sorry that you traveled all the way out here only to discover you've been tracking the wrong Celia for all this time. I would like to offer my services in finding your friend, as it is likely she could be in trouble. If you ended up with the wrong Celia, it is possible someone else has. I'd hate..."

"Stow the sweetness. We don't care. We came here for someone, and you aren't her. We have no business here." Lacey growled, and turned around to head back to the ship, but was stopped by Celia 2.

"Look, I've had my fair trouble in my past, and it sounds as if someone might have your friend confused with me. I'd hate for something bad to happen on my account. Please let me help you find her." Her eyes were sincere, and rueful. Lady's mouth dropped open. Was this girl for real? No one was that sweet. She sincerely hoped the bitch would drop the act soon, or Lacey would refuse to let her come. Someone that 'good' would get real obnoxious, real fast.

"Fine, but you'd better be prepared to do work. As a matter of fact, why don't you start now by getting me some rum?" Lacey's words were cold. Lady grinned.

"Oh coarse, I'd love to. Anything else you want?" Lady put her head in her hands. The look on Lacey's face was making it worthwhile though. Maybe the obnoxious little shit would be worth something. If she could use her to annoy Lacey, than it was worth any cost.

Lacey shook her head, and watched Celia 2 walk off to go find rum. Lady grinned, an evil plot forming in her evil mind. This would be great, in only a matter of time the original Celia would be in her grasp, and this new Celia would prove useful. Damn was she mean.

Celia was on top of George, her fists pounding into him. Okay, she probably wasn't inflicting any pain, but who the hell gave half a rat's ass. So long as she was causing at least mild discomfort, she could walk away a happy woman.

"Would you stop alre-"his words were stopped by Celia landing one right across his face. She leapt off him cradling her hand. First a boo-boo, now an owie, what was next? She whimpered, and tears flooded her eyes. Okay she wasn't 'kind of' a pansy; she was one. Although, with some grim satisfaction, she had to admit landing a punch across George's face was worth it. Well it was, up until she realized that Jack was hunched over laughing insanely. Okay, not all out victory, but it was close enough. Besides, Jack was going to get his next.

"What are you laughing at, chuckles? You're next." She said wiping the tears from her eyes, and putting on what she hopped was an 'angry' face. In reality the face was more of a 'constipated' one than an 'angry' one, but what Celia didn't know wouldn't hurt her.

"Oooow. I'm shakin' in me boots." He said grinning, and straitening up from his hunched position. Dickweed.

Once again, sorry. I'll admit I'm working on another story. It's not a fanfic though, I'm debating posting it on a site or not. If I do, I'll let you know where, and under what title, as always feedback is appreciated. (Yeah this chapter wasn't as funny as others, I was mainly aiming to give a more clear, less friendly view of Lady. She's out to get Celia ya know.)