Disclaimer: Still don't own anything except me stuff.
A/N: This has a bit of Sylver's diary. Anamaria gave it to her and she picked up writing and reading from a British sailor who went bad and lived in Tortuga for a bit. She can't write or spell that well though. Please excuse all spelling errors. I know Microsoft Word never will.
Jack: See? She'd make a right good pirate lass, eh?
Me: Shut up. I still got me a story to write.
Jack: She'd like to thank all ye reviewers.
Me: The one reviewer?
Jack: Aye, that one too.
Me: You're hopeless.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Votes on Jack/Sylver pairing: One for, Zero against. My vote doesn't count, me being the authoress. Civeta: Your story is great too. Don't worry; even if it doesn't end up being a pairing, I'll put in a bunch of romantic tension, just to keep it interesting. What say you?
Now, to the story.
Me Diari
Som month, som hour, som day, on a ship calld the Intresepter
Ain't it od whut ye pick op in diffrent places? I figered out 'ow te reed from a stedy customr. 'E wus a brit'sh sailer, 'e wus. 'E went a bit bad an' 'e ru- ren? Ran? That's it. Ran. 'E ran away from 'is ship an' endded op in T- T- Tortuuga? Tortuga. That's it. Aniway, 'e livd wit us fer a bit an' sinse 'e knew 'ow te reed an' rite, 'e taght me. Aniway, Anamarya gav me this di- diari fer me te put don me thoghts. I got te go now. But I'll rite mor suun.
"Apples. Sli'ly stale bread. Eggs. Salt. Pepper. Sal' pork. What luxury. Where's the rum?" I had been going through the provisions in the hold, looking for rum. What kind of pirate ship doesn't 'ave rum?
"Well, love, I was just gonna 'ave some of me crew get us enough rum te tide us over fer the trip." I jumped and turned around. "Damn ye to 'ell an' back ye bloody jackass!" He frowned and said,
"That's not very nice. I was just ansrin' yer question."
"Look, Sparrow, I was dragged on 'ere by force. Can't I at leas' speak me mind? And can ye not sneak up on me?"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow to ye. An' I'll do what I like on this ship. After all, I commandeered 'er, not Will, so ye ken just shut yer bloody mouth." I slapped him. "I didn't deserve that."
"Oh yes ye did, Captain Jackass Sparrow."
"I think I will have to agree with Maria, Jack. You did deserve that. But you didn't deserve the name."
"'Ere now! 'Ow come Will's allowed te call ye by yer name, but I ain't?" He shrugged. Will chuckled and said quietly,
"I think that this will be a very interesting voyage."
A/N: This has a bit of Sylver's diary. Anamaria gave it to her and she picked up writing and reading from a British sailor who went bad and lived in Tortuga for a bit. She can't write or spell that well though. Please excuse all spelling errors. I know Microsoft Word never will.
Jack: See? She'd make a right good pirate lass, eh?
Me: Shut up. I still got me a story to write.
Jack: She'd like to thank all ye reviewers.
Me: The one reviewer?
Jack: Aye, that one too.
Me: You're hopeless.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Votes on Jack/Sylver pairing: One for, Zero against. My vote doesn't count, me being the authoress. Civeta: Your story is great too. Don't worry; even if it doesn't end up being a pairing, I'll put in a bunch of romantic tension, just to keep it interesting. What say you?
Now, to the story.
Me Diari
Som month, som hour, som day, on a ship calld the Intresepter
Ain't it od whut ye pick op in diffrent places? I figered out 'ow te reed from a stedy customr. 'E wus a brit'sh sailer, 'e wus. 'E went a bit bad an' 'e ru- ren? Ran? That's it. Ran. 'E ran away from 'is ship an' endded op in T- T- Tortuuga? Tortuga. That's it. Aniway, 'e livd wit us fer a bit an' sinse 'e knew 'ow te reed an' rite, 'e taght me. Aniway, Anamarya gav me this di- diari fer me te put don me thoghts. I got te go now. But I'll rite mor suun.
"Apples. Sli'ly stale bread. Eggs. Salt. Pepper. Sal' pork. What luxury. Where's the rum?" I had been going through the provisions in the hold, looking for rum. What kind of pirate ship doesn't 'ave rum?
"Well, love, I was just gonna 'ave some of me crew get us enough rum te tide us over fer the trip." I jumped and turned around. "Damn ye to 'ell an' back ye bloody jackass!" He frowned and said,
"That's not very nice. I was just ansrin' yer question."
"Look, Sparrow, I was dragged on 'ere by force. Can't I at leas' speak me mind? And can ye not sneak up on me?"
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow to ye. An' I'll do what I like on this ship. After all, I commandeered 'er, not Will, so ye ken just shut yer bloody mouth." I slapped him. "I didn't deserve that."
"Oh yes ye did, Captain Jackass Sparrow."
"I think I will have to agree with Maria, Jack. You did deserve that. But you didn't deserve the name."
"'Ere now! 'Ow come Will's allowed te call ye by yer name, but I ain't?" He shrugged. Will chuckled and said quietly,
"I think that this will be a very interesting voyage."