A/N: Don't own Captain Crunch, or the name Chewbacca...
Elizabeth had yet to come back from her little "coma". I was worried she had a concussion, but the others told me not to worry, and that she would bounce back. That was quite comforting to say the least. I turned around from looking at Barbossa, and settled my eyes on Jack. Ah yes he had wanted food. He was motioning with his hand placing something invisible in his mouth and then repeating the motion. Oh boy. I shifted back around and looked through the boxes of cereal, trying not to bump into Barbossa.
"How about having some of this stuff called Captain Crunch?" I asked behind me.
"How savage," Norrington exclaimed. I looked back at him.
"Why? Its cereal,"
"You'd eat that?"
"Why yes its actually quite good," I looked at him again confused. That was beginning to be a trend...confusion.
"AHH! Have mercy upon the poor man's soul. I don't condemn hanging pirates, but eating them?? That's cannibalism Kat!" Norrington shouted. I rolled my eyes.
"Who was 'e?" Jack asked me.
"There isn't any "was", and he isn't a real person! He's a picture for a cereal box! C-E-R-E-A-L!!!" I shouted back at them. They took a step back, no make that five steps back away from me. I showed them the box. Their faces were blank. "It's made up of oh sugar and more sugar, and corn and other junk," Their faces were still blank. "Never mind, just eat anything you want out of there...," I flung my hand towards the fridge. I looked at them...their faces still registered nothing. "Ok..., well I'm going to go sit down now," I headed back into the living room.
"And you think I've spent too many hours in the sun?" I heard Jack mutter to Norrington. I sat on the couch and looked at the dark TV screen. I wasn't paying attention to much of anything for a while. I heard the guys talking about the stuff I had in the fridge.
"What's this?" Will would ask. I winced as I heard a crash and the tinkling of glass.
"I don't know Turner," Norrington would reply.
"What's this?" Will asked again. More glass crashed on the tile floor. "There goes the may-o-naise," He said pronouncing the word with a little trouble.
"Well shouldn't you clean that UP?" The Commodore finally said exasperated.
"Nooooo," Will grinned and then began jumping up and down on the shards of glass and mayo with his heavy boots.
"Stop that! Act like a man!"
"JUMP! It's fun!" He said hopping up and down. He grabbed Norrington's hand as he jumped, jerking his arm up and down.
"WoAh, WOah!" Norrington yelled as his arm was almost jerked from its socket. Suddenly I heard some rustling beside me. My neck snapped as I hurriedly turned to find the source of the sound. I dimly saw a hand in my mother potpourri bowl that was sitting on an end table by the couch. I slowly edged my face over the arm of the couch to see who the culprit was. I heard the familiar sound of munching again. Barbossa was eating my mother's lavender flavored potpourri. He stuck another handful in his mouth. I eyed him warily. He grinned, potpourri bits flew everywhere.
"Great," I muttered. Then it happened. An eardrum busting shriek broke the silence.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" That obviously was Elizabeth. We covered our ears yet again. I guess she was awake.
"DEMON FLEA BITTEN CUR!!!!!" Jack yelled. I hurried into the kitchen to see what the problem was. Chewbacca was growling and his fur was standing on end. Will, Norrington, and Elizabeth were all crouching on the counter trying to get away from him. He was jumping up and down trying to bite them. And for a small dog he could jump really high. I grabbed him while he was in midair.
"Bad dog!" I said. He was still growling and trying to snap at them.
"Well a lot of good that's going to do," Sparrow said sarcastically. I glared at him.
"You got any better ideas?" I asked him saucily.
"Ya... shoot it in the head!" He yelled at me.
"Ohh Chewbacca do you want to go on the counter so you can...oh...bite a nice tasty sparrow?" I asked my dog. Sparrow arched his eyebrows.
"You wouldn't, would ya matey?" He pleaded.
"NO!" Elizabeth screamed again. I almost dropped the dog as her high pitched squeal reached my ears.
"But haven't I professed my love to you?" They all said this at once. I smiled and stalked away with Chewbacca still in my arms. I locked the "demon" dog in his snug comfortable kennel so he wouldn't try to rip anyone's flesh with his teeth. Though that did sound oh so appealing...
Elizabeth had yet to come back from her little "coma". I was worried she had a concussion, but the others told me not to worry, and that she would bounce back. That was quite comforting to say the least. I turned around from looking at Barbossa, and settled my eyes on Jack. Ah yes he had wanted food. He was motioning with his hand placing something invisible in his mouth and then repeating the motion. Oh boy. I shifted back around and looked through the boxes of cereal, trying not to bump into Barbossa.
"How about having some of this stuff called Captain Crunch?" I asked behind me.
"How savage," Norrington exclaimed. I looked back at him.
"Why? Its cereal,"
"You'd eat that?"
"Why yes its actually quite good," I looked at him again confused. That was beginning to be a trend...confusion.
"AHH! Have mercy upon the poor man's soul. I don't condemn hanging pirates, but eating them?? That's cannibalism Kat!" Norrington shouted. I rolled my eyes.
"Who was 'e?" Jack asked me.
"There isn't any "was", and he isn't a real person! He's a picture for a cereal box! C-E-R-E-A-L!!!" I shouted back at them. They took a step back, no make that five steps back away from me. I showed them the box. Their faces were blank. "It's made up of oh sugar and more sugar, and corn and other junk," Their faces were still blank. "Never mind, just eat anything you want out of there...," I flung my hand towards the fridge. I looked at them...their faces still registered nothing. "Ok..., well I'm going to go sit down now," I headed back into the living room.
"And you think I've spent too many hours in the sun?" I heard Jack mutter to Norrington. I sat on the couch and looked at the dark TV screen. I wasn't paying attention to much of anything for a while. I heard the guys talking about the stuff I had in the fridge.
"What's this?" Will would ask. I winced as I heard a crash and the tinkling of glass.
"I don't know Turner," Norrington would reply.
"What's this?" Will asked again. More glass crashed on the tile floor. "There goes the may-o-naise," He said pronouncing the word with a little trouble.
"Well shouldn't you clean that UP?" The Commodore finally said exasperated.
"Nooooo," Will grinned and then began jumping up and down on the shards of glass and mayo with his heavy boots.
"Stop that! Act like a man!"
"JUMP! It's fun!" He said hopping up and down. He grabbed Norrington's hand as he jumped, jerking his arm up and down.
"WoAh, WOah!" Norrington yelled as his arm was almost jerked from its socket. Suddenly I heard some rustling beside me. My neck snapped as I hurriedly turned to find the source of the sound. I dimly saw a hand in my mother potpourri bowl that was sitting on an end table by the couch. I slowly edged my face over the arm of the couch to see who the culprit was. I heard the familiar sound of munching again. Barbossa was eating my mother's lavender flavored potpourri. He stuck another handful in his mouth. I eyed him warily. He grinned, potpourri bits flew everywhere.
"Great," I muttered. Then it happened. An eardrum busting shriek broke the silence.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" That obviously was Elizabeth. We covered our ears yet again. I guess she was awake.
"DEMON FLEA BITTEN CUR!!!!!" Jack yelled. I hurried into the kitchen to see what the problem was. Chewbacca was growling and his fur was standing on end. Will, Norrington, and Elizabeth were all crouching on the counter trying to get away from him. He was jumping up and down trying to bite them. And for a small dog he could jump really high. I grabbed him while he was in midair.
"Bad dog!" I said. He was still growling and trying to snap at them.
"Well a lot of good that's going to do," Sparrow said sarcastically. I glared at him.
"You got any better ideas?" I asked him saucily.
"Ya... shoot it in the head!" He yelled at me.
"Ohh Chewbacca do you want to go on the counter so you can...oh...bite a nice tasty sparrow?" I asked my dog. Sparrow arched his eyebrows.
"You wouldn't, would ya matey?" He pleaded.
"NO!" Elizabeth screamed again. I almost dropped the dog as her high pitched squeal reached my ears.
"But haven't I professed my love to you?" They all said this at once. I smiled and stalked away with Chewbacca still in my arms. I locked the "demon" dog in his snug comfortable kennel so he wouldn't try to rip anyone's flesh with his teeth. Though that did sound oh so appealing...