A/N: I'd like to thank my reviewers for the last chapter and I'd also like
to say that my offer still stands. You review my story and I'll review
yours. And I own nothing. No diary entry for this chapter. They're too hard
to think up.
Votes on Jack/Sylver pairing: Two for, Zero against. I'd like to be forgiven for my characters conduct in this chapter. It's still instinct. It's still the first day out and she needs time to adjust to the fact that she doesn't need to take care of her little brother anymore, savvy? Please don't kill me.. She'll change, I promise.
On another damn authors note, I'll be doing one of those neat mailing list thingys. You want to know when it gets updated, you sign up, you give me your email address and I email you whenever I update this little thread I'm spinning. What say you? Aye or Nay? Or you could say 'I' or 'Neigh.' Your choice. Just leave a review.
Cooking in the kitchen
Anamaria and I were standing in the kitchen. I was looking at the kitchen tools and Ana was trying to help me.
"No Ana, that be goin' in the pot. The apples are gonna be cooked. No, not the apples with the middles still in 'em, the apples without the middles still in 'em. DON'T PUT BREAD IN THE POT!! No, the pork is gonna be sep'rate." Alerted to the shouting in the kitchen, who should poke his head in but Captain Jackass Sparrowshit.
"Anamaria. Per'aps ye should go see to the sails, as ye seem to be doing' more 'arm then good."
"I nevr said I was wantin' fer 'elp Captain. I do believe that I want me sister righ' 'ere," I said defiantly.
"An' I believe tha' I want that damn sister o' yers te go an' see te the sails." I glared at him, but he didn't notice. Or maybe he did notice and he was ignoring me. Anyway, he looked at Anamaria and pointed at the door. She left and then I was alone with Jack Sparrow. He looked at me, pulled out them things that gets the middles out of apples and began to get the middles out of 'em.
"I don't think I was wantin' yer 'elp Sparrow," I said, glaring at him.
"I do think that I'm gonna give ye me 'elp whether ye be wantin' it or not. An' it's Captain Sparrow ye know," he replied calmly, again ignoring my glare.
"Can ye cook?" I asked sarcastically.
"O' course I can cook, love. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"That don't got nothin' te do with it, Captain Jack Sparrow. Cookin' is a skill, not a righ'."
"There ye 'appen te be wrong, m'dear. Cookin' is an art. An' afore ye throw me out, 'ow bout I tell ye all about a liddle soup that I made all by me onesies."
"I ain't fer carin' bout no 'liddle soup' ye made all by yer onesies. I'm fer carin' bout the grub an' what yer gonna get if ye don't get outta 'ere ye bastard." A sly look came into his eyes at that statement.
"Would I be gettin' some o' this lovely.. Mmm.. Merchandise? " he inquired. His eyes dropped from my face. And he winked suggestively.
"I'm off duty righ' now. Tonigh' I'm on duty. 'Ow much do ye pay?"
"Enough for you. And more. Remember love.. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Alright then. Tonigh', yer cabin."
"Agreed. Off I go then. G'bye love."
Votes on Jack/Sylver pairing: Two for, Zero against. I'd like to be forgiven for my characters conduct in this chapter. It's still instinct. It's still the first day out and she needs time to adjust to the fact that she doesn't need to take care of her little brother anymore, savvy? Please don't kill me.. She'll change, I promise.
On another damn authors note, I'll be doing one of those neat mailing list thingys. You want to know when it gets updated, you sign up, you give me your email address and I email you whenever I update this little thread I'm spinning. What say you? Aye or Nay? Or you could say 'I' or 'Neigh.' Your choice. Just leave a review.
Cooking in the kitchen
Anamaria and I were standing in the kitchen. I was looking at the kitchen tools and Ana was trying to help me.
"No Ana, that be goin' in the pot. The apples are gonna be cooked. No, not the apples with the middles still in 'em, the apples without the middles still in 'em. DON'T PUT BREAD IN THE POT!! No, the pork is gonna be sep'rate." Alerted to the shouting in the kitchen, who should poke his head in but Captain Jackass Sparrowshit.
"Anamaria. Per'aps ye should go see to the sails, as ye seem to be doing' more 'arm then good."
"I nevr said I was wantin' fer 'elp Captain. I do believe that I want me sister righ' 'ere," I said defiantly.
"An' I believe tha' I want that damn sister o' yers te go an' see te the sails." I glared at him, but he didn't notice. Or maybe he did notice and he was ignoring me. Anyway, he looked at Anamaria and pointed at the door. She left and then I was alone with Jack Sparrow. He looked at me, pulled out them things that gets the middles out of apples and began to get the middles out of 'em.
"I don't think I was wantin' yer 'elp Sparrow," I said, glaring at him.
"I do think that I'm gonna give ye me 'elp whether ye be wantin' it or not. An' it's Captain Sparrow ye know," he replied calmly, again ignoring my glare.
"Can ye cook?" I asked sarcastically.
"O' course I can cook, love. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"That don't got nothin' te do with it, Captain Jack Sparrow. Cookin' is a skill, not a righ'."
"There ye 'appen te be wrong, m'dear. Cookin' is an art. An' afore ye throw me out, 'ow bout I tell ye all about a liddle soup that I made all by me onesies."
"I ain't fer carin' bout no 'liddle soup' ye made all by yer onesies. I'm fer carin' bout the grub an' what yer gonna get if ye don't get outta 'ere ye bastard." A sly look came into his eyes at that statement.
"Would I be gettin' some o' this lovely.. Mmm.. Merchandise? " he inquired. His eyes dropped from my face. And he winked suggestively.
"I'm off duty righ' now. Tonigh' I'm on duty. 'Ow much do ye pay?"
"Enough for you. And more. Remember love.. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Alright then. Tonigh', yer cabin."
"Agreed. Off I go then. G'bye love."