I know its been forever, but I finally got around to updating again.
Chapter two:
"Well, Mr. Sparrow, Im sorry to say, but your on my island." I said matter-o-factly.
"Its Captian Sparrow, luv, and your quite mistaken, tis my island your on." He said, and stood up, coming towards me.
"Well whatever. I have the north end of the beach. If you come anywhere near it, I shall hit you where it hurts, savvy?" I asked. He looked crestfallen.
"But, luv. Come on now. A pretty lass like you might need protection..."
"Protection from what, Captain." I asked, hands on hips.
"Um, well I 'erd about some sort of creatures that like to prey on humans, GIRL humans." He said, in a low voice, trying to scare me.
"Captain, Im afraid if that is the best you have, you are quite a poor captain indeed," I said laughing. His face took on a look of thunder, but I high-tailed it out of the cave as fast as my legs could carry. I ran all the way back to my place on the North Beach, and hid in one of my spots that where only known to me. Soon I herd Captain Sparrow's bellows to come out, and fight like a man.
"But I am only a woman, Captain!" I called out. I could tell he was having a hard time locating me. But a must have snickerd too much because he soon came to where I was hiding.
"You have a smart mouth on ye!" He shouted, clearly out of breath.
"Why thank you, Captain, I take that as a compliment."
"Its not bloody supposed to be a compliment!" He yelled. I stood there for a moment studying his face. It was quite handsome, to be sure. But there was something...not there. As if his maker had forgotten something while creating this otherwise perfect, yet quite angry, captain. I did show some patience, however.
"Tell you what, Captain. Why dont we strike a bargin. I think it tis a capital idea myself, but that is only me. We shall sit on the beach, and I had found some rum, so we shall drink rum," He perked up a bit at the sound of rum, all pirates do. "And we shall talk. If I like what I hear, I will allow you to periodically visit my area of the beach, however; if I DO NOT like what I hear you are to stay away under penalty of certain death. How does that sound?" I asked, rocking back and forward on my heels, hands clasped behind my back like an obidient school girl.
"We have an accord." Sparrow said, thrusting out his hand. I shook it.
"Now, let us sit on this wonderfull beach, and talk and drink rum!" I cried, and we ran to the beach to sit down. After we were settled, we began to talk.
"Tell me Captain, where are you from?"
"Not sure. I always was on a ship. Never knew any tother life. I will occasionly visit Tourtuga, but I dont like to be land bound for too long. I start to act, talk, and walk funny." He had an odd look on his face.
"Oh. I was raised pretty much the same." I said, and took a sip of rum. "But my ship was taken. I dont know how Im going to get off this island. I think I shall be here forever. How long have you been here?"
"A month."
"Oh. I havent been here that long. I recently found Captain," I pointed to my monkey. "But I have been a bit lonely. Sometimes, at night, Ill look at the stars. Its quite nice, looking at the stars... Do you ever look at them?"
"Sometimes."
"Yes. I rather like the stars myself." I realized I had been rambling a bit, and took a few more sips of rum, hoping Sparrow would fill in the silence. He did.
"I rather like looking at the blue of the sky, or the crystal clairity of the ocean. Ocean water seems te be in me blood. I could never live in a pine forest, or in a desert, I have to be right by, or on, or in if ye think about it." We both sighed, and didnt say much. I then rememberd my cool demeanor.
"Well, Captain, it seems to be getting dark, and I need time to think about everything said, event though it wasnt much. Please come back tomorrow morning, and I shall tell you whether or not you can come again." I stood up, and offerd my hand when he did. Instead of shaking it, he kissed it.
"Captain Sparrow. I do not believe I gave you permission to kiss my hand!" I cried, and drew my hand back as if it had been burned.
"I do not need permission to do anything." He said, and if to prove his point, he kissed me. It was quite a pleasant kiss, but I didnt like to be kissed. Anything of that manner appauled me. I broke away from him, and did the only thing that came to mind.
I slapped him.
"What the bloody hell was that for?" He yelled.
"For kissing me!" I hollerd back. "I never said you could. You cant treat me like a whore, Captain Sparrow, because I am not! I dont know who you think you are-" He cut me off.
"I am Captain Jack Sparrow, luv, and you do not treat me that way!" He said, dangerously.
"Or what? Your going to do what? Kiss me again? Rape me? Please, Sparrow, you really dont pose as a threat to me!" He looked shocked that I had not been afraid of his "threat".
"Or Ill do this..." He said, and pulled out his sword that was on his belt.
"What are you going to do, Sparrow? Nic me with your toy?" I taunted, but that had been a bad idea. He raised his sword, and cut my shoulder. The blade went through my dirt and thin tunic, and went quite a ways in.
"You bastard!" I cried, holding my wounded shoulder. He looked surprised that he cut me.
"Oh shit. Sorry, I didnt really mean to..." I ducked, and pulled out his revoler from his belt, and it took him quite by suprise.
"You better listen to me Sparrow, or you will wake up in the morning with out your privates," he gulped. "If you come near me again, I will be sure to kill you. I will make sure that it will be slow and painfull." I handed him back his revolver. He sighed and turned to leave.
"As you wish." He said, and walked away. I blinked, then put that small phrase out of my mind. I went to tend to my hurt shoudler, and poor Captain(I decided to rename him Klyde.) was so distraught to see me hurt, he kept, making these small pitiful noises.
"Im alright, boy." I said, and layed down on my make-shift bed all of a sudden quite week.
