A/N: I realized something after I posted the last chapter. It's Commodore
not Commander Norrington. Woops! Ok continuing on...quite a departure from my
other serious thought provoking story...lol.
I seriously had to sit down. I mean wouldn't you? If the main characters from Pirates of the Caribbean dropped into your living room. So I sat back on the couch in the dark shadows wondering what would happen next...oh and wouldn't you like to know. Will seemed different than from the movie. Maybe the lightening strike messed with his brain. My parents wouldn't be home hopefully until midnight with my brother and sister.
"So luv how do you suppose we get me back to me ship," Jack asked. They were all sitting in beanbags around the couch as if I was the queen and they were my loyal subjects.
"That's all you think about is your blasted ship!" Elizabeth exclaimed twirling her blonde hair with her manicured nails.
"Well wouldn't you?" Jack said leaning back into the bean bag. He crossed his arms and looked at me sulkily.
"No actually not, I think about something...something else,"
"More like someone else," Norrington snorted. Will looked around with a blank stare on his face. Finally he noticed everyone looking out him.
"What?"
"Nothing," Norrington said. He turned back to me. "Bonjour le coup de foudre," He said taking my hand and pushing my sleeve up. He began kissing up my arm.
"I'd appreciate it Commodore if you would stop...that!" Elizabeth removed the Commodore's hand a little bit roughly and then glared at me like I was her problem. Hey she wasn't in love with him. He was totally free. Though he was kind of gross, I think he was starting to drool. UGH!
"Look darling...dear...luv," Jack Sparrow stumbled. "If I can borrow some of the uhhh...Commodore's language... I want my ship back now, woah..." He crossed his eyes. He was still a little tipsy.
"Oh go sleep it off," Elizabeth pushed him off his beanbag.
"ARRRGGGggggGGgggg," Will growled.
"What's with him?" I asked the Commodore. Bad idea.
"That's normal; he does it once in a while. The trip here really fried the poor boy's brain," The Commodore said pleasantly. "Now... where were we my angel?"
"Uhhh no where," I said raising my eyebrows.
"What's with your hair?" Elizabeth suddenly sat up in her bean bag. I pulled a strand of my highlighted auburn hair.
"Highlights? Oh it's nothing,"
"It's not proper," Elizabeth sniffed.
"What's not proper is my adoration for you," Commodore sighed deeply. I heard noises coming from behind the counter in the kitchen. Uh oh, I thought. Was that Barbossa?
I seriously had to sit down. I mean wouldn't you? If the main characters from Pirates of the Caribbean dropped into your living room. So I sat back on the couch in the dark shadows wondering what would happen next...oh and wouldn't you like to know. Will seemed different than from the movie. Maybe the lightening strike messed with his brain. My parents wouldn't be home hopefully until midnight with my brother and sister.
"So luv how do you suppose we get me back to me ship," Jack asked. They were all sitting in beanbags around the couch as if I was the queen and they were my loyal subjects.
"That's all you think about is your blasted ship!" Elizabeth exclaimed twirling her blonde hair with her manicured nails.
"Well wouldn't you?" Jack said leaning back into the bean bag. He crossed his arms and looked at me sulkily.
"No actually not, I think about something...something else,"
"More like someone else," Norrington snorted. Will looked around with a blank stare on his face. Finally he noticed everyone looking out him.
"What?"
"Nothing," Norrington said. He turned back to me. "Bonjour le coup de foudre," He said taking my hand and pushing my sleeve up. He began kissing up my arm.
"I'd appreciate it Commodore if you would stop...that!" Elizabeth removed the Commodore's hand a little bit roughly and then glared at me like I was her problem. Hey she wasn't in love with him. He was totally free. Though he was kind of gross, I think he was starting to drool. UGH!
"Look darling...dear...luv," Jack Sparrow stumbled. "If I can borrow some of the uhhh...Commodore's language... I want my ship back now, woah..." He crossed his eyes. He was still a little tipsy.
"Oh go sleep it off," Elizabeth pushed him off his beanbag.
"ARRRGGGggggGGgggg," Will growled.
"What's with him?" I asked the Commodore. Bad idea.
"That's normal; he does it once in a while. The trip here really fried the poor boy's brain," The Commodore said pleasantly. "Now... where were we my angel?"
"Uhhh no where," I said raising my eyebrows.
"What's with your hair?" Elizabeth suddenly sat up in her bean bag. I pulled a strand of my highlighted auburn hair.
"Highlights? Oh it's nothing,"
"It's not proper," Elizabeth sniffed.
"What's not proper is my adoration for you," Commodore sighed deeply. I heard noises coming from behind the counter in the kitchen. Uh oh, I thought. Was that Barbossa?