Disclaimer: I don't own Jack, Will, or the Black Pearl. But I do own Cela
and any OCs I chucked in the story.
I'm BAAACK!!! See, that wasn't such a long wait. Ok, it was. I had writers block. Before I continue, I would like to announce that there has been an addition to my editing staff. My little sister Vana is now my official editor, meaning that all my horrible misspellings, grammatical errors, missing letters (like "m", which sticks on my computer) nasties will now be eliminated. ALL HAIL VANA AND THE POWER OF SPELL CHECK!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! So now there is Sada, my big sister and typist; Vana, my little sister and Editor; and Faila, my twin sister and one who I bounce ideas off of and get the good ones back with a few additions. And there's me. Loveable, huggable Cela. This means that chapter production will go up and you'll get a better story faster. Yeah speed! Now I know that my last chapter left you with some questions. Hell, it left me questions. Questions that I intend to answer. As I said before, this does take place post COTBP, (Curse of the Black Pearl) so, you are probably wondering "why Jack has the curse" and "since he has it, how did he drink that rum in the first chapter". Well now I'm on a chocolate fueled (thank you Vana!) typing spree (sorry Sada, I took your job), so you will get your well deserved explanation. P.S. I've decided to make Cela five instead of three. No, you weren't the only one to notice that she seemed a little advanced for her years. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rolling Gold and Bloody Dolls
(Two weeks later, sailing to the Isla de Muerta)
Cela: (Is in her usual place of residency, Jack's room. She is a playing a quiet game with her only two stuffed animals, a tiny blue cat named Paws and an even smaller rabbit called Foo. Paws and Foo had had quite a day. They'd explored all the wrinkles on the bed blankets in the morning, shared some blue lint for breakfast, discovered the joys of throwing some gold pieces they'd found in a bag in a desk drawer in the air over and over again. This game had lasted for awhile, but eventually all of the pieces had rolled away to parts unknown. So they went back to exploring the desk, where they found a book with writing on the first few pages and the rest of it blank. These proved to be good for ripping out. Paws shredded them and Foo threw them into the air, creating a brilliant show for Cela, who giggled and clapped. After that, the animals were hungry so Paws, despite Foo's objections, captured a dust bunny from under the bed and made meal of it.)(By now Cela herself was getting hungry for some lunch. She puts Paws, Foo and the dust bunny in her bag. Maybe they would play some more later. Cela sits on the paper-bit covered bed and tries to decide what to do. Should she wait and see if someone comes for her or should she set out in search of food herself? After awhile she decides on the latter and gets up to open the door. This proves to be unnecessary because someone opens from the other side.)
Jack: (Opens the door to a war zone. His room is completely trashed. And there's Cela, standing in the middle of the mess with a few bits of his now destroyed, once-brand-new log book stuck in her hair. The rest of it is blanketing his room like snow. And there, in the corner, is his moneybag, completely emptied of all gold.)(Shouting.) WUT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?! (Crosses the room and picks up the empty bag and covers to his book.) WHERE IS MY BLOODY GOLD?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BOOK?! CELA! ANSWER ME!!
Cela: (She knows that Jack is mad, but she's not sure why he's yelling at her. She didn't do anything.)(the picture of wide-eyed innocence.) Paws and Foo threw it in the air and it rolled away. (shrugs shoulders.)
Jack: (Damn near shaking with rage.) THEY'RE DOLLS!! THEY CAN'T BLOODY RIP THINGS TO SHREDS!!! AND THEY CAN'T THROW MY GOLD! (So infuriated that his repeated shouts can actually be heard on deck) BLOODY HELL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! YOU'VE TORN EVERYTHING TO PIECES! THAT'S IT CELA! YOU'RE GROUNDED! NO!! MORE THAN GROUNDED! YOU'RE PRACTICALLY EXPELLED FROM THE WORLD ABOVE! YOU'RE UNDER WATCH DAY AND NIGHT! AND NO BLOODY TREATS!!! (Panting, he pauses, then suddenly shouts in wordless rage, picks her up, and storms top- deck, Cela tucked safely under his arm. Storms to the edge, the whole crew staring, and suddenly holds her over the railing, making her look at the ocean passing by) See that?! That's where you're going if you ever touch me damn things again! Understood Celabraine?!
Cela: (pauses, staring in shock at the water rushing past, then bursts into tears)
Jack: (looking startled, Jack yanks Cela back on board and lightly sets her on her feet, where she proceeds to cry. Says in a quiet voice) Ok, ok. No need for you t' be cryin'. Stop that now Cela. It's ok luv, daddy's here and you're back on board. Oh for Christ's sake stop crying! (Looks startled as she almost stops. Mentally congratulates himself)
Cela: (rubs her eyes and hiccups.)
Jack: (melts, but then says, voice louder) But you're still punished! (Pauses to look at her, then says in a quieter exclamation again) And yer darn dolls too! Now firstly, before you go off cryin' again or somethin', here's some rules. Rule One, you NEVER touch my gold. Rule Two, you do not (pauses then adds, for her sake)- nor do you let your dolls- rip things to shreds! And Rule Three... (pauses) You do not touch my bloody gold!! Understood??
[E/N (instead of author's note, its EDITORS note! heehee! i'm just so clever...): I, Vana of Gondor, would like to say this is absolutely spiffy now, thanks to my corrections, and the lovely dialog above is either exactly my words or slightly edited by Cela. I WUV U CELA! heehee.... had to add in my lil thing... now, onward with the story insubordinate peasants!!]
Cela: (Stares down at her feet and swallows the lump in her throat.)...yes daddy...
Jack: Good. (Calls to Will and exchanges a few quick words with him.) Take her below deck. I've set up a little room for her down the hall from mine. Put her in it and lock the door. (As an afterthought.) And bring her some food too. (to Cela.) Off ya go, there's a good girl. (He watches Will escort his daughter to her room for a moment, lost in himself. Then he notices how eerily quiet is.)(Shouting to his stunned and silent crew.) Back to work! All of ya, back to work!! (They get back to work and he resumes his place back at the helm.)
Will: (Brings Cela below and locates her room, finding it a door down from Jack's. It's mostly empty, just a bed and a few shelves on the wall. He guides Cela into the room and instructs her to sit on the bed, which she does, still sniffling to herself. He squats down to her level and wipes her eyes.)(Speaking softly.) It's alright... (She looks at him, wide eyes shining.) Sometimes he can be a little bit up tight about his...things.
Cela: (Gives Will a quizzical look, her cheeks encrusted with dried and forgotten tears.) Why?
Will: (laughs.) Well, that's how pirates are, I guess!
Cela: (Brightly.) My Mama's a pirate too! But... (She trails off, not voicing her question about the difference between Jack and all the other pirates she's met. Or any one else for that matter...)
Will: But what?
Cela: ... but I'm hungry!
Will: (Jumps up.) That's right! Wait here, I'll get you something to eat.
Cela: (Will leaves for a minute and comes back with a tin plate bearing an apple, some bread, meat, and cheese. He sets it down on the bed along with cup of clean water and ruffles her hair before he leaves with a "try not to make a mess Cela." He departs and she can hear him lock the door from the outside.)(Cela waits until she can hear his footsteps echoing down the hall before she starts to pick at her food. She picks up the apple and rolls it between her palms, thinking. Why is Daddy so different? Is everyone who isn't a pirate like that? Does that mean Daddy is not a pirate? Is Mommy like that? Where is Mommy? Is Mommy scary too? She digs her nails into the apple and looks at it. Is she scary? She sets the apple down and picks up the cheese. She sniffs it. It's stinky. Is the cheese scary? She takes a bite out of it, giggling at the notion of scary cheese. As she picks her way through the rest of her lunch, she decides to ask Jack about it later.)(After finishing her meal, Cela climbs into the bed and falls asleep. It's not as nice as Jack's bed so she ends up tossing and turning for ten minutes before she finds a comfortable spot. Then she sleeps, her mind buzzing with questions. And she dreams.)(Cela is below deck on the Black Pearl, hiding, hiding in a corner. Jack comes walking down the hallway. He's talking to someone, someone Cela can't see or hear. Jack is upset. He stops, and then starts pacing, still muttering to himself. "No, I said I don't want to...someone else...wait, stop, ya don't have ta..." He turns away, she can't see his face. Then he slowly turns around, towards her. His eyes... they're gone... empty holes where they should be... He extends his hand towards her. "Cela... come 'ere luv... Cela... Cela...")(She can feel a hand on her shoulder, and hear a voice calling her name.)
Jack: (lightly shakes Cela's shoulder. She looks so cute laying there, he'd hate to wake her, but...) Cela... Cela...wakee wakee .... Cela... (Suddenly she yells and tears away from him, falling out of the bed with a painful thud as she does so.)... Cela? Ya al'rite down there?
Cela: (She rubs her sore bottom and looks up at her "attacker." Its Jack, complete with eyes.) I'm fine Daddy. (He scoops her up and sets her back on the bed.) I... I had a bad dream.
Jack: Really? Not 'bout me I hope?
Cela: (digs her thumb into her palm out of view.) no... It was about... (Bites her lip.) ...Scary cheeses.
Jack: (cocks an eyebrow.) Riiight. I've just come to tell you two things. One, wake up, its time for dinner. Two, I think it's time ya got your own room. (Cela opens her mouth to objection, but he holds up his hand.) Now, 'for ya start up with that eye-leakin' again, -nope, stick that lip back in- know this. Yer old enough ta be sleeping alone and that's what yer gonna do. (He ruffles her hair.) Old Jack needs his privacy too ya know.
Cela: (puts her little fists at her sides and sticks her lip out as far as humanly possible.) But... I... don't... want... ta.... go!!!!! Daddy!!! (Her eyes widen and threaten to spill over with tears.) I'm a-scared to be here by myself!!
Jack: (in what he hopes is a soothing voice.) Now there ain't nuthin to be scared about. You're perfectly safe board the Black Pearl. There ain't no boat finer. And... (He gets off the bed, crosses to her little window, and opens it, letting the moonlight shine full on him.)(smiles a wicked skeletally smile.) Anyone thick enough to try and mess with me would be too thick to do you any harm. (He closes her window and sits back down on her bed.) So ya got nuthin ta worry 'bout. (Cela still stares at him, her eyes shining and full of tears. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, he walks back over to the bed and sits down next to her. She looks at him, her lip quivering ever so slightly. Suddenly she screws up her face in a silent cry and buries her face in his shirtsleeve, sobbing quietly. Once again he finds himself patting her shoulder uncertainly and mumbling what he hopes are soothing words. When she continues to soak his shirt despite his efforts, he reaches into her bag and his fingers close around something small and soft. He pulls it out and looks at it. It's one of those damn dolls of hers, some sort of cat thing. Lucky he got back all his gold, or it would have "mysteriously" disappeared while she was sleeping. As he looks at it and her, he decides that he should just put her to bed. He detaches her from his person.) Look Cela, it's your doll thing, here take it.
Cela: (takes paws without looking at Jack. It's not fair. She didn't want to be in this big room all by herself. She closed her eyes and wished for Daddy to change his mind. She opened her eyes again and looked at Jack. He didn't look like he had changed his mind. She opens her mouth again to push the point further.) But-Daddy-I-don't-wanna-
Jack: All right, that's ENOUGH!! I'M SICK OF THIS!! It's time for BED!! NOW!!!!
Cela: But- (Jack shoots her a venomous look.)-...but, can I have a story? (Snuggles into her blanket and tries to look as cute as possible.) Please Daddy? Tell me a story Daddy? Pleeeease???
Jack: (stopped and looked at her. A story? Well, it would keep her from whining. Maybe.) What story?
Cela: (thinks for a second.) Tell me the story of... why you're scary. Yeah, tell me that one daddy!!
Jack: (scratches his head. He knew that she would ask him about it one day, but why now? He was, after all, trying to get her to bed and get out of here. That story was sure to keep him talking for a long time...) You sure you want to hear that story?
Cela: (sits up and clasps her hands together.) Please Please Please??!?! (She sticks out the magic lip.)
Jack: (gives in.) Oh, alright. I'll tell ya... But! (Suddenly sticks a finger in her face.) But no interruptin'! (Cela nods her head with such a vigor that for a moment Jack was afraid that it might simply topple off. He gives her a concerned look then rubs his hands together. The head stops bobbing and Cela beams at him.) It all started six years ago. I had jus gotten me ship back an' was on mu' to ta Isla deh Muerta...
*FLASHBACK*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, I know, I'm evil aren't I? MHAHAHAHAH-- *hack, cough*--ahaha... whatever. Any ways, the point is, I'm evil. Love those cliffhangers. The only reason I'm ending the chapter here is that I think it's gone on long enough and all the really important stuff is in the next chapter anyways. So there! I have already started the next chapter, don't fret! The only reason getting this chapter out took so long is that I do have a life and friends, (All of who were egging me to "hurry my ass up and get the next chapter of Daddy Jack out, Cela!!") and I also had writer's block and was a bit put out by the lack of reviews. Thanks to all of you who did review though, you know who you are! (And if you don't go click on reviews and see if you are one of the select few who have inspired me to keep writing!) Remember, the more desperate pleas I get for the next chapter, the quicker I write!! Quel fara!
I'm BAAACK!!! See, that wasn't such a long wait. Ok, it was. I had writers block. Before I continue, I would like to announce that there has been an addition to my editing staff. My little sister Vana is now my official editor, meaning that all my horrible misspellings, grammatical errors, missing letters (like "m", which sticks on my computer) nasties will now be eliminated. ALL HAIL VANA AND THE POWER OF SPELL CHECK!!! WOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! So now there is Sada, my big sister and typist; Vana, my little sister and Editor; and Faila, my twin sister and one who I bounce ideas off of and get the good ones back with a few additions. And there's me. Loveable, huggable Cela. This means that chapter production will go up and you'll get a better story faster. Yeah speed! Now I know that my last chapter left you with some questions. Hell, it left me questions. Questions that I intend to answer. As I said before, this does take place post COTBP, (Curse of the Black Pearl) so, you are probably wondering "why Jack has the curse" and "since he has it, how did he drink that rum in the first chapter". Well now I'm on a chocolate fueled (thank you Vana!) typing spree (sorry Sada, I took your job), so you will get your well deserved explanation. P.S. I've decided to make Cela five instead of three. No, you weren't the only one to notice that she seemed a little advanced for her years. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Rolling Gold and Bloody Dolls
(Two weeks later, sailing to the Isla de Muerta)
Cela: (Is in her usual place of residency, Jack's room. She is a playing a quiet game with her only two stuffed animals, a tiny blue cat named Paws and an even smaller rabbit called Foo. Paws and Foo had had quite a day. They'd explored all the wrinkles on the bed blankets in the morning, shared some blue lint for breakfast, discovered the joys of throwing some gold pieces they'd found in a bag in a desk drawer in the air over and over again. This game had lasted for awhile, but eventually all of the pieces had rolled away to parts unknown. So they went back to exploring the desk, where they found a book with writing on the first few pages and the rest of it blank. These proved to be good for ripping out. Paws shredded them and Foo threw them into the air, creating a brilliant show for Cela, who giggled and clapped. After that, the animals were hungry so Paws, despite Foo's objections, captured a dust bunny from under the bed and made meal of it.)(By now Cela herself was getting hungry for some lunch. She puts Paws, Foo and the dust bunny in her bag. Maybe they would play some more later. Cela sits on the paper-bit covered bed and tries to decide what to do. Should she wait and see if someone comes for her or should she set out in search of food herself? After awhile she decides on the latter and gets up to open the door. This proves to be unnecessary because someone opens from the other side.)
Jack: (Opens the door to a war zone. His room is completely trashed. And there's Cela, standing in the middle of the mess with a few bits of his now destroyed, once-brand-new log book stuck in her hair. The rest of it is blanketing his room like snow. And there, in the corner, is his moneybag, completely emptied of all gold.)(Shouting.) WUT THE HELL HAPPENED IN HERE?! (Crosses the room and picks up the empty bag and covers to his book.) WHERE IS MY BLOODY GOLD?! WHAT HAPPENED TO MY BOOK?! CELA! ANSWER ME!!
Cela: (She knows that Jack is mad, but she's not sure why he's yelling at her. She didn't do anything.)(the picture of wide-eyed innocence.) Paws and Foo threw it in the air and it rolled away. (shrugs shoulders.)
Jack: (Damn near shaking with rage.) THEY'RE DOLLS!! THEY CAN'T BLOODY RIP THINGS TO SHREDS!!! AND THEY CAN'T THROW MY GOLD! (So infuriated that his repeated shouts can actually be heard on deck) BLOODY HELL WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! YOU'VE TORN EVERYTHING TO PIECES! THAT'S IT CELA! YOU'RE GROUNDED! NO!! MORE THAN GROUNDED! YOU'RE PRACTICALLY EXPELLED FROM THE WORLD ABOVE! YOU'RE UNDER WATCH DAY AND NIGHT! AND NO BLOODY TREATS!!! (Panting, he pauses, then suddenly shouts in wordless rage, picks her up, and storms top- deck, Cela tucked safely under his arm. Storms to the edge, the whole crew staring, and suddenly holds her over the railing, making her look at the ocean passing by) See that?! That's where you're going if you ever touch me damn things again! Understood Celabraine?!
Cela: (pauses, staring in shock at the water rushing past, then bursts into tears)
Jack: (looking startled, Jack yanks Cela back on board and lightly sets her on her feet, where she proceeds to cry. Says in a quiet voice) Ok, ok. No need for you t' be cryin'. Stop that now Cela. It's ok luv, daddy's here and you're back on board. Oh for Christ's sake stop crying! (Looks startled as she almost stops. Mentally congratulates himself)
Cela: (rubs her eyes and hiccups.)
Jack: (melts, but then says, voice louder) But you're still punished! (Pauses to look at her, then says in a quieter exclamation again) And yer darn dolls too! Now firstly, before you go off cryin' again or somethin', here's some rules. Rule One, you NEVER touch my gold. Rule Two, you do not (pauses then adds, for her sake)- nor do you let your dolls- rip things to shreds! And Rule Three... (pauses) You do not touch my bloody gold!! Understood??
[E/N (instead of author's note, its EDITORS note! heehee! i'm just so clever...): I, Vana of Gondor, would like to say this is absolutely spiffy now, thanks to my corrections, and the lovely dialog above is either exactly my words or slightly edited by Cela. I WUV U CELA! heehee.... had to add in my lil thing... now, onward with the story insubordinate peasants!!]
Cela: (Stares down at her feet and swallows the lump in her throat.)...yes daddy...
Jack: Good. (Calls to Will and exchanges a few quick words with him.) Take her below deck. I've set up a little room for her down the hall from mine. Put her in it and lock the door. (As an afterthought.) And bring her some food too. (to Cela.) Off ya go, there's a good girl. (He watches Will escort his daughter to her room for a moment, lost in himself. Then he notices how eerily quiet is.)(Shouting to his stunned and silent crew.) Back to work! All of ya, back to work!! (They get back to work and he resumes his place back at the helm.)
Will: (Brings Cela below and locates her room, finding it a door down from Jack's. It's mostly empty, just a bed and a few shelves on the wall. He guides Cela into the room and instructs her to sit on the bed, which she does, still sniffling to herself. He squats down to her level and wipes her eyes.)(Speaking softly.) It's alright... (She looks at him, wide eyes shining.) Sometimes he can be a little bit up tight about his...things.
Cela: (Gives Will a quizzical look, her cheeks encrusted with dried and forgotten tears.) Why?
Will: (laughs.) Well, that's how pirates are, I guess!
Cela: (Brightly.) My Mama's a pirate too! But... (She trails off, not voicing her question about the difference between Jack and all the other pirates she's met. Or any one else for that matter...)
Will: But what?
Cela: ... but I'm hungry!
Will: (Jumps up.) That's right! Wait here, I'll get you something to eat.
Cela: (Will leaves for a minute and comes back with a tin plate bearing an apple, some bread, meat, and cheese. He sets it down on the bed along with cup of clean water and ruffles her hair before he leaves with a "try not to make a mess Cela." He departs and she can hear him lock the door from the outside.)(Cela waits until she can hear his footsteps echoing down the hall before she starts to pick at her food. She picks up the apple and rolls it between her palms, thinking. Why is Daddy so different? Is everyone who isn't a pirate like that? Does that mean Daddy is not a pirate? Is Mommy like that? Where is Mommy? Is Mommy scary too? She digs her nails into the apple and looks at it. Is she scary? She sets the apple down and picks up the cheese. She sniffs it. It's stinky. Is the cheese scary? She takes a bite out of it, giggling at the notion of scary cheese. As she picks her way through the rest of her lunch, she decides to ask Jack about it later.)(After finishing her meal, Cela climbs into the bed and falls asleep. It's not as nice as Jack's bed so she ends up tossing and turning for ten minutes before she finds a comfortable spot. Then she sleeps, her mind buzzing with questions. And she dreams.)(Cela is below deck on the Black Pearl, hiding, hiding in a corner. Jack comes walking down the hallway. He's talking to someone, someone Cela can't see or hear. Jack is upset. He stops, and then starts pacing, still muttering to himself. "No, I said I don't want to...someone else...wait, stop, ya don't have ta..." He turns away, she can't see his face. Then he slowly turns around, towards her. His eyes... they're gone... empty holes where they should be... He extends his hand towards her. "Cela... come 'ere luv... Cela... Cela...")(She can feel a hand on her shoulder, and hear a voice calling her name.)
Jack: (lightly shakes Cela's shoulder. She looks so cute laying there, he'd hate to wake her, but...) Cela... Cela...wakee wakee .... Cela... (Suddenly she yells and tears away from him, falling out of the bed with a painful thud as she does so.)... Cela? Ya al'rite down there?
Cela: (She rubs her sore bottom and looks up at her "attacker." Its Jack, complete with eyes.) I'm fine Daddy. (He scoops her up and sets her back on the bed.) I... I had a bad dream.
Jack: Really? Not 'bout me I hope?
Cela: (digs her thumb into her palm out of view.) no... It was about... (Bites her lip.) ...Scary cheeses.
Jack: (cocks an eyebrow.) Riiight. I've just come to tell you two things. One, wake up, its time for dinner. Two, I think it's time ya got your own room. (Cela opens her mouth to objection, but he holds up his hand.) Now, 'for ya start up with that eye-leakin' again, -nope, stick that lip back in- know this. Yer old enough ta be sleeping alone and that's what yer gonna do. (He ruffles her hair.) Old Jack needs his privacy too ya know.
Cela: (puts her little fists at her sides and sticks her lip out as far as humanly possible.) But... I... don't... want... ta.... go!!!!! Daddy!!! (Her eyes widen and threaten to spill over with tears.) I'm a-scared to be here by myself!!
Jack: (in what he hopes is a soothing voice.) Now there ain't nuthin to be scared about. You're perfectly safe board the Black Pearl. There ain't no boat finer. And... (He gets off the bed, crosses to her little window, and opens it, letting the moonlight shine full on him.)(smiles a wicked skeletally smile.) Anyone thick enough to try and mess with me would be too thick to do you any harm. (He closes her window and sits back down on her bed.) So ya got nuthin ta worry 'bout. (Cela still stares at him, her eyes shining and full of tears. After a minute of uncomfortable silence, he walks back over to the bed and sits down next to her. She looks at him, her lip quivering ever so slightly. Suddenly she screws up her face in a silent cry and buries her face in his shirtsleeve, sobbing quietly. Once again he finds himself patting her shoulder uncertainly and mumbling what he hopes are soothing words. When she continues to soak his shirt despite his efforts, he reaches into her bag and his fingers close around something small and soft. He pulls it out and looks at it. It's one of those damn dolls of hers, some sort of cat thing. Lucky he got back all his gold, or it would have "mysteriously" disappeared while she was sleeping. As he looks at it and her, he decides that he should just put her to bed. He detaches her from his person.) Look Cela, it's your doll thing, here take it.
Cela: (takes paws without looking at Jack. It's not fair. She didn't want to be in this big room all by herself. She closed her eyes and wished for Daddy to change his mind. She opened her eyes again and looked at Jack. He didn't look like he had changed his mind. She opens her mouth again to push the point further.) But-Daddy-I-don't-wanna-
Jack: All right, that's ENOUGH!! I'M SICK OF THIS!! It's time for BED!! NOW!!!!
Cela: But- (Jack shoots her a venomous look.)-...but, can I have a story? (Snuggles into her blanket and tries to look as cute as possible.) Please Daddy? Tell me a story Daddy? Pleeeease???
Jack: (stopped and looked at her. A story? Well, it would keep her from whining. Maybe.) What story?
Cela: (thinks for a second.) Tell me the story of... why you're scary. Yeah, tell me that one daddy!!
Jack: (scratches his head. He knew that she would ask him about it one day, but why now? He was, after all, trying to get her to bed and get out of here. That story was sure to keep him talking for a long time...) You sure you want to hear that story?
Cela: (sits up and clasps her hands together.) Please Please Please??!?! (She sticks out the magic lip.)
Jack: (gives in.) Oh, alright. I'll tell ya... But! (Suddenly sticks a finger in her face.) But no interruptin'! (Cela nods her head with such a vigor that for a moment Jack was afraid that it might simply topple off. He gives her a concerned look then rubs his hands together. The head stops bobbing and Cela beams at him.) It all started six years ago. I had jus gotten me ship back an' was on mu' to ta Isla deh Muerta...
*FLASHBACK*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Oh, I know, I'm evil aren't I? MHAHAHAHAH-- *hack, cough*--ahaha... whatever. Any ways, the point is, I'm evil. Love those cliffhangers. The only reason I'm ending the chapter here is that I think it's gone on long enough and all the really important stuff is in the next chapter anyways. So there! I have already started the next chapter, don't fret! The only reason getting this chapter out took so long is that I do have a life and friends, (All of who were egging me to "hurry my ass up and get the next chapter of Daddy Jack out, Cela!!") and I also had writer's block and was a bit put out by the lack of reviews. Thanks to all of you who did review though, you know who you are! (And if you don't go click on reviews and see if you are one of the select few who have inspired me to keep writing!) Remember, the more desperate pleas I get for the next chapter, the quicker I write!! Quel fara!