A/N: Ok, sorry, there was 'sposed to be a link to imusicast.com, but it
didn't come out right, so... yeah. Anyway! Take it away girls!
Hannah: We own absolutely nothing made by Disney or it's...
Me: Affiliates.
Hannah: Affiliates. We don't own the characters either.
Monica: If we ever buy them, remember that Captain Jack Sparrow is mine!
Me: shudderPoor Sparrow.
Chapter Two
I felt myself falling, and heard Monica's laughter change to a scream. My eyes widened in the infinitive darkness and I tried to shriek. Well, it was the best way to get the jitters out.
Suddenly light reflected into my eyes from somewhere below us. I finally let out the long-awaited shriek as I saw we were hurtling downward at an alarming rate. Towards an ocean.
"Awwww, shit!!!" Hannah screamed over the roar of the wind.
"Say that 10 times and it'll be more accurate!" I shouted back.
She obliged.
We hit the deck about 5 seconds later, and there was a splash as Hannah hit the water about 10 feet away from the ship.
"What the bloody hell?" yelled a voice from somewhere on the other side of the ship.
I didn't bother listening. I stood up and dove overboard after Hannah.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Interceptor,
"What the bloody hell?" yelled a man, probably the captain of the ship, looking around wildly.
"No idea, why don't you go and check it out?" asked the younger man standing near him. "I can handle things if need be."
"Alright, don't ask me why I'm letting you," replied the other one.
Back to the girls,
The instant I hit the water I regretted diving in. The water, though quite near the shore, was like ice. I opened my eyes to try and locate Hannah. Damn that hurt.
I squinted against the salty ocean water, and caught a glimpse of something else diving into the water. Who was that? It wasn't Monica, and I was looking for Hannah, so it couldn't be one of our group.
I didn't pause to think about who it was. I propelled myself back to the surface.
The younger man, hearing the splashes, had run over to the other side just in time to see my head come above the surface.
"What the?...." was all he managed to say before I interrupted him.
"Listen, don't just stare at me, give me a hand out!" I snapped.
"Alright, let me get a few things," he called back before going below deck.
I floated there for a moment or so before Monica realized where I was.
"Em! Where's Han?" she asked.
"Below sea level. How far below, I have no idea."
"And who was that guy? The one who just went inside?"
"I don't..." I had started to say when he came back out onto the deck with rope and blankets.
"Here, catch!" he called, throwing out a rope.
I caught the rope and he began to pull it up. After Monica joined him, I was up in 30 seconds. Literally.
The instant I collapsed onto the wooden deck, the young man threw a rough blanket over me and went back to the looking over the water, apparently for the other man.
Monica sat down next to me as I pushed myself into a sitting position. "Do you recognize him, or is my brain playing tricks on me?" I muttered to her.
She laughed quietly. "You have a brain?" she asked with a snicker.
"Yes I do, and it works perfectly well, thank you very much," I retorted. "And now, do you recognize him or not?"
"Yeah, but I don't remember where I saw him," she replied.
"Same. And I recognize the ship too."
"Hmm. Don't ask me 'where from?', cause I won't be able to answer."
"Same."
The two of us sat there for somewhere around 10 seconds, till a head broke the surface.
"Will! Where the bloody hell are you, you eunuch?"
The younger man reappeared on our side of the deck after hearing the other one's shout. "God Jack, do you want me to leave the ship to run into something?" he asked.
"I don't bloody well care, just give me a hand getting the lass out of the water, savvy?" he replied.
Monica got up to help the young man get Hannah's unconscious form to the ship. The older man decided to swim back and climb up the side.
When we got Hannah onto the deck, the young man, to all appearances named Will, through a blanket over her limp body.
The older man turned to look at us, and grinned, a grin filled with gold teeth. He extended a hand to help me to my feet. I took it, he helped me up, and he introduced himself.
"Captain Jack Sparrow luv, and what the bloody hell are you and your mates doin' on my ship?"
A/N: Sorry to any Will fans who object to him being called a eunuch. No flames! And Hannah does not die. Review!
Hannah: We own absolutely nothing made by Disney or it's...
Me: Affiliates.
Hannah: Affiliates. We don't own the characters either.
Monica: If we ever buy them, remember that Captain Jack Sparrow is mine!
Me: shudderPoor Sparrow.
Chapter Two
I felt myself falling, and heard Monica's laughter change to a scream. My eyes widened in the infinitive darkness and I tried to shriek. Well, it was the best way to get the jitters out.
Suddenly light reflected into my eyes from somewhere below us. I finally let out the long-awaited shriek as I saw we were hurtling downward at an alarming rate. Towards an ocean.
"Awwww, shit!!!" Hannah screamed over the roar of the wind.
"Say that 10 times and it'll be more accurate!" I shouted back.
She obliged.
We hit the deck about 5 seconds later, and there was a splash as Hannah hit the water about 10 feet away from the ship.
"What the bloody hell?" yelled a voice from somewhere on the other side of the ship.
I didn't bother listening. I stood up and dove overboard after Hannah.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Interceptor,
"What the bloody hell?" yelled a man, probably the captain of the ship, looking around wildly.
"No idea, why don't you go and check it out?" asked the younger man standing near him. "I can handle things if need be."
"Alright, don't ask me why I'm letting you," replied the other one.
Back to the girls,
The instant I hit the water I regretted diving in. The water, though quite near the shore, was like ice. I opened my eyes to try and locate Hannah. Damn that hurt.
I squinted against the salty ocean water, and caught a glimpse of something else diving into the water. Who was that? It wasn't Monica, and I was looking for Hannah, so it couldn't be one of our group.
I didn't pause to think about who it was. I propelled myself back to the surface.
The younger man, hearing the splashes, had run over to the other side just in time to see my head come above the surface.
"What the?...." was all he managed to say before I interrupted him.
"Listen, don't just stare at me, give me a hand out!" I snapped.
"Alright, let me get a few things," he called back before going below deck.
I floated there for a moment or so before Monica realized where I was.
"Em! Where's Han?" she asked.
"Below sea level. How far below, I have no idea."
"And who was that guy? The one who just went inside?"
"I don't..." I had started to say when he came back out onto the deck with rope and blankets.
"Here, catch!" he called, throwing out a rope.
I caught the rope and he began to pull it up. After Monica joined him, I was up in 30 seconds. Literally.
The instant I collapsed onto the wooden deck, the young man threw a rough blanket over me and went back to the looking over the water, apparently for the other man.
Monica sat down next to me as I pushed myself into a sitting position. "Do you recognize him, or is my brain playing tricks on me?" I muttered to her.
She laughed quietly. "You have a brain?" she asked with a snicker.
"Yes I do, and it works perfectly well, thank you very much," I retorted. "And now, do you recognize him or not?"
"Yeah, but I don't remember where I saw him," she replied.
"Same. And I recognize the ship too."
"Hmm. Don't ask me 'where from?', cause I won't be able to answer."
"Same."
The two of us sat there for somewhere around 10 seconds, till a head broke the surface.
"Will! Where the bloody hell are you, you eunuch?"
The younger man reappeared on our side of the deck after hearing the other one's shout. "God Jack, do you want me to leave the ship to run into something?" he asked.
"I don't bloody well care, just give me a hand getting the lass out of the water, savvy?" he replied.
Monica got up to help the young man get Hannah's unconscious form to the ship. The older man decided to swim back and climb up the side.
When we got Hannah onto the deck, the young man, to all appearances named Will, through a blanket over her limp body.
The older man turned to look at us, and grinned, a grin filled with gold teeth. He extended a hand to help me to my feet. I took it, he helped me up, and he introduced himself.
"Captain Jack Sparrow luv, and what the bloody hell are you and your mates doin' on my ship?"
A/N: Sorry to any Will fans who object to him being called a eunuch. No flames! And Hannah does not die. Review!
