Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Blonde Girl
Summary: What happens when a new-age Teen Queen 'drops in' on the Black Pearl? Who are the MCATS and can they help? Will Jack be able to sweet-talk his way out of this one? Now, that is a lot of questions, so read on and find out!
(Rated PG13 for slight violence, swearing and rum!)
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately don't own Jack, (YET!) Will or Liz but let's take a moment to think of the Disney Executives who actually do! I, however, do own the story and a few characters here and there.
A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read my first ever fanfic! A big hug goes to my friends to whom this is dedicated. Enjoy! And as always Read and Review! Flames accepted! (If you think it's what it deserves!)
Chapter 1: Nice of you to drop in…
She was falling! It felt like she was falling through centuries.
Now at this point, you might be wondering what was going through her head and to tell the truth, not much actually.
Just 'Why did I have to wear my new Hermès Original cocktail gown today?'
SMACKDOWN!
She landed heavily on something wooden and slightly wet. A cruise ship! Maybe she had landed on the deck of a huge, luxurious cruise ship! She clung desperately to the thought of a whole day spa treatment, but it was all too much for her and she blacked out…
A small group of people who had been standing on deck had narrowly escaped being flattened by a falling blonde girl wearing an atrocious tangerine coloured designer gown.
The group had been discussing the immensely important issue of rum trade.
"Look, with all due respect Governor Swann, rum…" but what rum is, exactly was never heard. The speaker was cut off by a sickening thud. "Good Lord! What in the…" The Governor was cut off by the man defending rum trade.
"NORRINGTON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING? STOP BLOWIN' 'OLES IN MY SHIP!"
"But Jack, there aren't any other shi…" Governor Swann was cut of again.
"Don't defend him Governor, He may be a Commodore but he can't go around abusin ' his power like that mate, it ain't fittin'!" he paused,
"Well, what have you got to say for yourself?"
Norrington, who was playing battleships with one of the Red Coats, jumped up, sending the board and pieces flying off the upturned barrel they were playing on.
"P-P-Please don't shout at me Jack, I wouldn't dream of er, umm, blowin' 'oles in your ship!" He hung his head and started sniffling. The Red Coat put a hand on his shoulder and whispered soothingly "There, there Commodore, we know you try."
Jack turned to the man standing next to him. He looked extremely vapid. Jack rolled his eyes. "Will…, WILLIAM!" Jack waved his hand in front of Will's face. "Whaaaaaat!" He whined. "Did you see… you know what, never mind. Elizabeth, could you come here please love?" Jack called to a girl, who was speaking to a woman, who was part of Jack's crew.
"Morning Father, Commodore, Will, Jack. Annamaria and I were just saying…" she paused and stared pointedly at Jack. "Just saying what, exactly?" Jack was looking at her with an expression of pure envy. A sly grin spread over Liz's face. She was thoroughly enjoying Jack's impatience. "I promised Annamaria I wouldn't say…" she changed the subject. "Did you see that girl falling from the sky just now?"
Jack snorted. "I think she's been at the rum again."
"I have not!" Liz said. Jack was sniggering at her. She continued, ignoring him. "Besides she's lying on the deck behind you!" Jack and the Governor spun round.
"Oh my!"
"Bloody Hell!"
"See! I told you!"
The girl was moaning slightly.
"I think she's coming to." Liz stated mater-of-factly. "But what an atrocious dress!"
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