A/N: I am so sorry for not updating for a long time. I've been busy with
summer stuff, and my other story. Oh and by the way, I'm watching POTC
right as I'm typing this! I hope you enjoy the next chapter! Oh and I'll
include the ff.net screen name of anyone who can find the four references
to My Fair Lady the musical in my next chapter (The first person who finds
it!) Ah yeah I don't own POTC...R&R...
"There she is," Commodore Norrington muttered. "Why Miss Swann we've had no fun with you...I mean without you," I turned to see Elizabeth coming down the stairs in MY TANK TOP AND JEANS!! Will and Jack both looked up at the same time from down on the floor where they had been trying to beat each other to oblivion.
"Woah!" Jack suddenly staggered to a standing position. Will's mouth dropped and stayed that way until Jack noticed and plopped him on the chin with the end of his fist to close it.
"What are you doing?" I asked totally outraged.
"Well I got dirt on my white undergarments that I was wearing when we got sucked into this reality," She said matter-a-factly "Barbossa took the dress back. So I went up stairs and took something out of your wardrobe. Quite a collection!"
"Oh my gosh!" She was about to drive me insane as Will and Barbossa. I was about to strangle the wench! "Oh no," I muttered aloud.
"What?" Jack turned to look at me.
"I'm thinking like you now!"
"Now tell me my bonny lass what be the problem with that?"
"A lot!" I whined "Oh.... Never mind!" I waved him off, exasperated with the whole lot of them.
"You have to admit the tank top is fitting," Will said sounding the most sane I had ever heard him the whole evening.
"WHAT?" All four of us exclaimed looking at him. When I say four I mean me, Norrington, Jack, and Elizabeth. Barbossa was probably munching on Chewbacca's dog food by now...or worse. We couldn't believe what he'd said, nor did we get it.
"What do you mean Mr. Turner?" Commodore Norrington said sternly.
"I mean look what it says!" He said pointing towards the shirt. It was his turn to be exasperated with us. We all turned to read her shirt, I mean MY SHIRT! Jack read it out loud;
"Drama Queen," He sounded out.
"That's fitting, Commodore Norrington snorted. "And I'm surprised you can read, Sparrow,
"Hey now, Pirates AIN'T stupid," Jack said purposely saying "AIN'T" to make the Commodore mad.
"What in heavens name do you mean by "That's fitting," Commodore?" Elizabeth asked shrilly looking down at the lettering the shirt she was wearing. It was my favorite black tank-top, the words "Drama Queen" was done in bright pink, and she was wearing jeans...MY JEANS!! The only thing that made me feel better was that my jeans looked as if they were being taxed to the limit around her fat figure, this was to my complete satisfaction even though the jeans were probably ruined.
"Just what I mean my darling," He replied sulkily.
"You shouldn't make wisecracks at me! I was almost your wife!" Elizabeth complained.
"Yeah Almost! There I was proposing to you in Port Royal and you had to fall off the ledge!"
"It was an accident! My corset was making it hard to breathe!"
"So you just decided to randomly fall off a wall into the ocean eh? Is that how you solve problems? Hmmm?" The commodore asked her.
"NO! Oh! I'm a good girl I am!" She shrieked. Jack, Will, and I stood their staring at the arguing couple.
"Sure..." The Commodore said shaking his head.
"Well you aren't such a clean ducky yourself!" She screeched back at him. It was quite funny to see a girl with 17th century hair curled around her shoulders dressed in a black tank top with the words "Drama Queen" printed on it yelling at a fully grown man dressed in full British Commodore regalia. I choked back laughter.
"Oh yeah and what have I done?" He shouted back.
"Well for starters you almost hanged him!" She said pointing to Jack who tried to look innocent.
"He is a pirate! By the way we could finish that right now!" He yelled. Then he turned calmly to me. "You wouldn't happen to have a piece of itchy rough rope on hand?"
"Um no," I shook my head.
"DON'T...YOU...DARE!" She threatened the Commodore. He looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Try Me..." He said slowly.
"Um would you mind taking this outside?" Jack asked nonchalantly. He fiddled with some of the beads that were braided into his stringy black hair.
"NO!" They both yelled at him at the same time. He backed up a bit but then staggered as he got into their faces.
"Your hurting MY BLINKING EARS!" He yelled back.
"TOO BAD!" Elizabeth countered. Her lips were spread into a sassy frown.
"Do you see why I like her? She's so fiery when she's angry!" Will said savagely. I turned and raised a brow.
"Ah...yeah," I muttered.
"Would you like to try the plaain ceke?" A voice suddenly asked us. We all turned to find Barbossa holding a crummy piece of coffee cake in his grubby hand.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"The Plain Ceke?" He asked again.
"What the he..." Jack trailed off after getting a stern look from Elizabeth.
"What he say that for?" Will whispered feeling frightened at the crazed look in Barbossa's eyes, but then he had always had that look.
"I dunno," Barbossa shrugged. "Just felt prompted to say that,"
"Ah," The Commodore looked at him strangely. "I'm just an ordinary man! Why do I have to be cursed with being around you people?"
"Pie = 3.14," Will suddenly spoke up. We all turned to look at him. I was seriously getting a crick in my neck. "We the People..." He trailed off.
"He's a bloom'n genius," Elizabeth muttered.
"I think he's coming back from his insane state," I said looking at Will more closely. Yes he did in fact seem saner. Maybe the lightening affect was wearing off.
"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!" Will suddenly burst out. Or maybe not. I shook my head...
A/N: And no, contrary to popular belief this authoress was not on drugs when she was writing this chapter. She had just gotten off the high of seeing My Fair Lady! See if you can find at least four references to My Fair Lady, first one gets a spot in the next chapter!
"There she is," Commodore Norrington muttered. "Why Miss Swann we've had no fun with you...I mean without you," I turned to see Elizabeth coming down the stairs in MY TANK TOP AND JEANS!! Will and Jack both looked up at the same time from down on the floor where they had been trying to beat each other to oblivion.
"Woah!" Jack suddenly staggered to a standing position. Will's mouth dropped and stayed that way until Jack noticed and plopped him on the chin with the end of his fist to close it.
"What are you doing?" I asked totally outraged.
"Well I got dirt on my white undergarments that I was wearing when we got sucked into this reality," She said matter-a-factly "Barbossa took the dress back. So I went up stairs and took something out of your wardrobe. Quite a collection!"
"Oh my gosh!" She was about to drive me insane as Will and Barbossa. I was about to strangle the wench! "Oh no," I muttered aloud.
"What?" Jack turned to look at me.
"I'm thinking like you now!"
"Now tell me my bonny lass what be the problem with that?"
"A lot!" I whined "Oh.... Never mind!" I waved him off, exasperated with the whole lot of them.
"You have to admit the tank top is fitting," Will said sounding the most sane I had ever heard him the whole evening.
"WHAT?" All four of us exclaimed looking at him. When I say four I mean me, Norrington, Jack, and Elizabeth. Barbossa was probably munching on Chewbacca's dog food by now...or worse. We couldn't believe what he'd said, nor did we get it.
"What do you mean Mr. Turner?" Commodore Norrington said sternly.
"I mean look what it says!" He said pointing towards the shirt. It was his turn to be exasperated with us. We all turned to read her shirt, I mean MY SHIRT! Jack read it out loud;
"Drama Queen," He sounded out.
"That's fitting, Commodore Norrington snorted. "And I'm surprised you can read, Sparrow,
"Hey now, Pirates AIN'T stupid," Jack said purposely saying "AIN'T" to make the Commodore mad.
"What in heavens name do you mean by "That's fitting," Commodore?" Elizabeth asked shrilly looking down at the lettering the shirt she was wearing. It was my favorite black tank-top, the words "Drama Queen" was done in bright pink, and she was wearing jeans...MY JEANS!! The only thing that made me feel better was that my jeans looked as if they were being taxed to the limit around her fat figure, this was to my complete satisfaction even though the jeans were probably ruined.
"Just what I mean my darling," He replied sulkily.
"You shouldn't make wisecracks at me! I was almost your wife!" Elizabeth complained.
"Yeah Almost! There I was proposing to you in Port Royal and you had to fall off the ledge!"
"It was an accident! My corset was making it hard to breathe!"
"So you just decided to randomly fall off a wall into the ocean eh? Is that how you solve problems? Hmmm?" The commodore asked her.
"NO! Oh! I'm a good girl I am!" She shrieked. Jack, Will, and I stood their staring at the arguing couple.
"Sure..." The Commodore said shaking his head.
"Well you aren't such a clean ducky yourself!" She screeched back at him. It was quite funny to see a girl with 17th century hair curled around her shoulders dressed in a black tank top with the words "Drama Queen" printed on it yelling at a fully grown man dressed in full British Commodore regalia. I choked back laughter.
"Oh yeah and what have I done?" He shouted back.
"Well for starters you almost hanged him!" She said pointing to Jack who tried to look innocent.
"He is a pirate! By the way we could finish that right now!" He yelled. Then he turned calmly to me. "You wouldn't happen to have a piece of itchy rough rope on hand?"
"Um no," I shook my head.
"DON'T...YOU...DARE!" She threatened the Commodore. He looked back at her with a raised eyebrow.
"Try Me..." He said slowly.
"Um would you mind taking this outside?" Jack asked nonchalantly. He fiddled with some of the beads that were braided into his stringy black hair.
"NO!" They both yelled at him at the same time. He backed up a bit but then staggered as he got into their faces.
"Your hurting MY BLINKING EARS!" He yelled back.
"TOO BAD!" Elizabeth countered. Her lips were spread into a sassy frown.
"Do you see why I like her? She's so fiery when she's angry!" Will said savagely. I turned and raised a brow.
"Ah...yeah," I muttered.
"Would you like to try the plaain ceke?" A voice suddenly asked us. We all turned to find Barbossa holding a crummy piece of coffee cake in his grubby hand.
"Excuse me?" I asked.
"The Plain Ceke?" He asked again.
"What the he..." Jack trailed off after getting a stern look from Elizabeth.
"What he say that for?" Will whispered feeling frightened at the crazed look in Barbossa's eyes, but then he had always had that look.
"I dunno," Barbossa shrugged. "Just felt prompted to say that,"
"Ah," The Commodore looked at him strangely. "I'm just an ordinary man! Why do I have to be cursed with being around you people?"
"Pie = 3.14," Will suddenly spoke up. We all turned to look at him. I was seriously getting a crick in my neck. "We the People..." He trailed off.
"He's a bloom'n genius," Elizabeth muttered.
"I think he's coming back from his insane state," I said looking at Will more closely. Yes he did in fact seem saner. Maybe the lightening affect was wearing off.
"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!" Will suddenly burst out. Or maybe not. I shook my head...
A/N: And no, contrary to popular belief this authoress was not on drugs when she was writing this chapter. She had just gotten off the high of seeing My Fair Lady! See if you can find at least four references to My Fair Lady, first one gets a spot in the next chapter!