Okay, don't shoot me! I've not updated for a few days but I've been in
Mexico! Well, not literally, I've been in my room curtains drawn, popcorn
all over the floor watching Once Upon A Time In Mexico and drooling
uncontrollably! God, that film isn't half aesthetically pleasing!
Anyhoo...thanks to all my fab reviewers! Especially those who e-mailed me coz their computers screwed up! I love you all!
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC...I do own CJS coz he's in my cupboard. He and Don Juan are currently fighting over who has the better loving skills. (Raoul is still waiting for an owner!)
I do own all the original characters, eg: Meg, Greasy McPerve etc, etc!
Now, on we go...
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Chapter 3
The closer Meg got to her house, the harder she found it to hold back the tears. Reaching her front door, she finally gave into them and let them fall. She turned the key in the lock and gave the door a hard kick, partly to open it, partly to vent her frustration on something that couldn't hit back.
She slammed the door behind her and walked over the post lying on the floor straight into the kitchen.
Meg went into the fridge and pulled out a big tub of natural yoghurt, her favourite comfort food (A/N: Seriously, this stuff makes you feel so much better! It tastes great and it's low-fat!). Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, Meg stormed upto her room and threw her bag down on the floor.
She dropped the yoghurt on her bed along with the spoon and turned her TV on. There was only one thing that she wanted to do at that moment and that was forget about what happened and the only way Meg could forget was to lose herself in 'Pirates...'
Meg kicked her shoes off as the menu-screen came up on the TV and flopped on her bed, narrowly missing the yoghurt.
As she picked the pot up and pulled the foil off, Meg's gaze was distracted from the screen by a glint in the corner of her eye.
Turning her head round to see what had diverted her attention, she saw her antique pirate sword was about to fall off it's stand on the wall.
Acting with almost superhuman speed, Meg jumped off her bed and grabbed it unfortunately she grabbed it by the blade.
As the blade sliced into the soft flesh of her hand (A/N: Euw, euw, euw!!!), Meg felt a little light-headed.
Her room began to spin and fade away. Meg felt sick as everything spun faster and faster.
Meg shut her eyes. It was the only way to stop herself from tossing her cookies. (A/N: Last one I promise, anyhoo I love that phrase!)
After what seemed like an eternity, Meg dared to open her eyes only to find that she was no longer in her room.
The pink walls plastered with pictures of her favourite celebrities had been replaced by a small old-fashioned town which looked awfully familiar.
She knew what the place looked like but didn't dare to believe it. Looking round it became all the more clear.
"I'm in Tortuga." Meg said to herself.
She started walking around.
"I don't know how I got here but I did." Meg smiled as she looked round the town.
There were drunkards, lying semi-conscious by the many taverns that lined the streets. Prostitutes were walking round, propositioning all kinds of men. There was a brawl going on, which Meg wisely decided to steer clear of.
She suddenly remembered the sword in her hand. She was now holding it by the hilt.
"I wonder..." She said, as she lifted it to the light.
"'Ere, miss." A voice behind her said.
She spun round, brandishing her sword.
"Whoa, careful with that, luv, someone might get 'urt."
The man behind her was hideous. Meg herself was no oil painting but this guy but Lyle Lovett to shame. He was short, fat and balding. He probably hadn't washed in a month and he was leering at Meg.
"'Ow much for the night, sweetheart?" He drawled.
Meg backed away.
"Come on, darlin'." He followed her.
Meg held her sword out to keep him back but he kept coming towards her. She walked backwards at a quicker pace and bumped into something. Turning round, she realized it was a wall.
"Typical!" Meg looked up the wall to see if there was anyway of climbing over it. She sighed when she realized it was part of a tavern, therefore there was no chance of her escaping.
The leering man kept coming towards her.
Meg thought frantically for a way to get out of the mess she'd landed herself in.
"Uh, uh, there's no place like home. There's no place like home!" Meg tried, screwing her eyes up. She didn't know how she landed in Tortuga but at that moment she was willing to try anything to get out. As she opened her eyes, she realized it hadn't worked and decided to try a more traditional approach.
"HELP! HELP!" She yelled.
The man was getting closer and Meg was getting more anxious to get away.
"HELP! HELP!!!" She screamed.
Just as things began to look hopeless, seemingly out of nowhere another man appeared, clouded by the shadows, and tapped the guy Meg had dubbed Greasy McPerve on the shoulder. Greasy turned round and the other man punched him.
Meg put her hands to her mouth in shock, dropping her sword on the floor. The man who'd been clouded by shadows stepped forward, picked up her sword and held it out to her.
"Ye might be needin' this, luv." He said.
Meg instantly recognised his voice. She'd just been saved by Captain Jack Sparrow!
******
How about that, eh? Meg getting saved by CJS! Be truthful, how many of you would luuurve to be in her position right now?
Apologies for the shortness of my chapters! They seem longer on Word!
I hope you appreciate how hard that chapter was for me to write! I wasn't in a very piratey mood and I was struggling with ways to get Meg into Tortuga!
Please review, all opinions welcome! Except the bad ones! Hee, hee! No, please tell the honest truth! It makes me a better writer!
Anyhoo, next chapter coming soon...hopefully there won't be such a long break between chapters this time!
Anyhoo...thanks to all my fab reviewers! Especially those who e-mailed me coz their computers screwed up! I love you all!
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC...I do own CJS coz he's in my cupboard. He and Don Juan are currently fighting over who has the better loving skills. (Raoul is still waiting for an owner!)
I do own all the original characters, eg: Meg, Greasy McPerve etc, etc!
Now, on we go...
******
Chapter 3
The closer Meg got to her house, the harder she found it to hold back the tears. Reaching her front door, she finally gave into them and let them fall. She turned the key in the lock and gave the door a hard kick, partly to open it, partly to vent her frustration on something that couldn't hit back.
She slammed the door behind her and walked over the post lying on the floor straight into the kitchen.
Meg went into the fridge and pulled out a big tub of natural yoghurt, her favourite comfort food (A/N: Seriously, this stuff makes you feel so much better! It tastes great and it's low-fat!). Grabbing a spoon from the drawer, Meg stormed upto her room and threw her bag down on the floor.
She dropped the yoghurt on her bed along with the spoon and turned her TV on. There was only one thing that she wanted to do at that moment and that was forget about what happened and the only way Meg could forget was to lose herself in 'Pirates...'
Meg kicked her shoes off as the menu-screen came up on the TV and flopped on her bed, narrowly missing the yoghurt.
As she picked the pot up and pulled the foil off, Meg's gaze was distracted from the screen by a glint in the corner of her eye.
Turning her head round to see what had diverted her attention, she saw her antique pirate sword was about to fall off it's stand on the wall.
Acting with almost superhuman speed, Meg jumped off her bed and grabbed it unfortunately she grabbed it by the blade.
As the blade sliced into the soft flesh of her hand (A/N: Euw, euw, euw!!!), Meg felt a little light-headed.
Her room began to spin and fade away. Meg felt sick as everything spun faster and faster.
Meg shut her eyes. It was the only way to stop herself from tossing her cookies. (A/N: Last one I promise, anyhoo I love that phrase!)
After what seemed like an eternity, Meg dared to open her eyes only to find that she was no longer in her room.
The pink walls plastered with pictures of her favourite celebrities had been replaced by a small old-fashioned town which looked awfully familiar.
She knew what the place looked like but didn't dare to believe it. Looking round it became all the more clear.
"I'm in Tortuga." Meg said to herself.
She started walking around.
"I don't know how I got here but I did." Meg smiled as she looked round the town.
There were drunkards, lying semi-conscious by the many taverns that lined the streets. Prostitutes were walking round, propositioning all kinds of men. There was a brawl going on, which Meg wisely decided to steer clear of.
She suddenly remembered the sword in her hand. She was now holding it by the hilt.
"I wonder..." She said, as she lifted it to the light.
"'Ere, miss." A voice behind her said.
She spun round, brandishing her sword.
"Whoa, careful with that, luv, someone might get 'urt."
The man behind her was hideous. Meg herself was no oil painting but this guy but Lyle Lovett to shame. He was short, fat and balding. He probably hadn't washed in a month and he was leering at Meg.
"'Ow much for the night, sweetheart?" He drawled.
Meg backed away.
"Come on, darlin'." He followed her.
Meg held her sword out to keep him back but he kept coming towards her. She walked backwards at a quicker pace and bumped into something. Turning round, she realized it was a wall.
"Typical!" Meg looked up the wall to see if there was anyway of climbing over it. She sighed when she realized it was part of a tavern, therefore there was no chance of her escaping.
The leering man kept coming towards her.
Meg thought frantically for a way to get out of the mess she'd landed herself in.
"Uh, uh, there's no place like home. There's no place like home!" Meg tried, screwing her eyes up. She didn't know how she landed in Tortuga but at that moment she was willing to try anything to get out. As she opened her eyes, she realized it hadn't worked and decided to try a more traditional approach.
"HELP! HELP!" She yelled.
The man was getting closer and Meg was getting more anxious to get away.
"HELP! HELP!!!" She screamed.
Just as things began to look hopeless, seemingly out of nowhere another man appeared, clouded by the shadows, and tapped the guy Meg had dubbed Greasy McPerve on the shoulder. Greasy turned round and the other man punched him.
Meg put her hands to her mouth in shock, dropping her sword on the floor. The man who'd been clouded by shadows stepped forward, picked up her sword and held it out to her.
"Ye might be needin' this, luv." He said.
Meg instantly recognised his voice. She'd just been saved by Captain Jack Sparrow!
******
How about that, eh? Meg getting saved by CJS! Be truthful, how many of you would luuurve to be in her position right now?
Apologies for the shortness of my chapters! They seem longer on Word!
I hope you appreciate how hard that chapter was for me to write! I wasn't in a very piratey mood and I was struggling with ways to get Meg into Tortuga!
Please review, all opinions welcome! Except the bad ones! Hee, hee! No, please tell the honest truth! It makes me a better writer!
Anyhoo, next chapter coming soon...hopefully there won't be such a long break between chapters this time!