A/N: Ok, I think you know the disclaimer by now, so I'll just say that none of us own anything.
Chapter 3
I stared at him. Just simply stared. Monica gasped, and Hannah was still out cold. Memories came flooding back.
"J-Jack Sparrow?" I stammered. "The Jack Sparrow?"
"The one and only luv, and now if you'd be so kind as to answer my question?"
Monica decided to join the conversation. "We don't know how we got here," she retorted, her voice higher than usual. I spun to look at her. Monica isn't really the kind of person who gets intimidated easily, so this startled me.
"What?" he said, advancing on her. Now, Monica's almost 6' tall, so the sight of a man not much taller than me made a pretty amusing spectacle. Monica seemed to catch on to the reason I was holding a hand over my mouth and grinned.
Sparrow saw and turned to face me. Now we were just driving him insane! He looked from one to the other, and tried to figure out what was so funny, but obviously couldn't.
Hannah seemed to choose that moment to wake up. She sat up and groaned, rubbed her forehead and looked around.
Monica and I ran over to her, and while I was at it I decided I might as well tell the captain that we might be girls, but we're girls with attitude. As I jogged past, I swung my leg to the side just enough to catch him in the back of the knee. He fell and went sliding across the wet deck, banging into the rail on the stern without any of his usual grace.
That got Hannah to laugh. But then she started to cough up seawater. Monica and I averted our eyes. More pleasant to look at the green Carribean water than one of your friends barfing up seawater, even if it was the same stuff.
When she stopped heaving and gagging, we turned back to look at her. Talk about green skin.
She looked from us to Sparrow, then to Will and back to us. She did this before it finally clicked that we were on a ship in the middle of the Carribean.
"What the hell? What're they doing here? What happened? What..."
"Shut up Hannah!" I yelled, drowning her out for a minute. Didn't matter though. She kept right on talking.
I looked at Monica and rolled my eyes. Will saw this and looked at her to see what her reaction would be. She hadn't seen my eye-roll. She had her eyes hidden by her hand in embarrassment. Heehee. Fun.
".... What the hell are we doing in the middle of the fuckin Carribean? Where the hell are my Kid Moe CDs right when I need them?" Here she paused to draw a breath and I took my opportunity to interrupt her.
"Why don't you just shut up and let me try to explain?" I yelled at her. She actually shut up for a minute. Impressive.
"Okay," I started, "So as you can probably tell, we are somewhere in the eastern part of the Gulf of Mexico, more specifically, on a pirate ship in the middle of the 16- or 1700's." I smirked. She probably hadn't heard a word of what I had just said.
I was right. "What?" she asked, still dazed. "No, really, where the hell are we?"
Monica laughed. "Now you have someone new to tell 'You have ears, so you might want to learn to use them!'" I told her.
She just kept laughing. Typical Monica. "Anyway, I just told you where the hell we were, and I'm not a parrot, so I don't repeat everything a million times!" I said to Hannah.
She had finally processed what I had said. She gaped at me and Monica, and then looked over at our oh-so-kind captain, who was currently trying to pretend that he wasn't eavesdropping on our conversation.
"Yeah right!" she scoffed the minute she had gotten her tongue back.
"Hey, are you saying I'm lying?"
"Well then, how did we get here? Not to mention, how do you know that that's where we are?"
"Don't you remember falling? Being sucked through the floor? And why the hell do you think I would lie about something like this?" I snapped, my temper rising at a dangerous speed.
She stopped and thought about it. She tried to speak several times, but apparently thought better of it.
"What, can't think of what to say? Or cat got your tongue?" I smirked. I don't know why.
But right when Hannah was about to respond, Jack came striding up. "First of all, I'll have none of this on me ship, savvy?" He looked from me to Hannah and back again. "And second, we've reached Tortuga."
A/N: Yes, my friends and I fight all the time. All my friends. But it's fun, so it doesn't really matter. Review!
I'm somewhere around 5'6", and Monica is about 5'10" or 5'11", whereas Jack Sparrow is only 'sposed to be 5'5-6". So that really would be amusing.
My friends and I enjoy driving people out of their minds. It's fun! : D
Kid Moe is a local band from the cities called the East Bay, which is where I live. They rock!
Chapter 3
I stared at him. Just simply stared. Monica gasped, and Hannah was still out cold. Memories came flooding back.
"J-Jack Sparrow?" I stammered. "The Jack Sparrow?"
"The one and only luv, and now if you'd be so kind as to answer my question?"
Monica decided to join the conversation. "We don't know how we got here," she retorted, her voice higher than usual. I spun to look at her. Monica isn't really the kind of person who gets intimidated easily, so this startled me.
"What?" he said, advancing on her. Now, Monica's almost 6' tall, so the sight of a man not much taller than me made a pretty amusing spectacle. Monica seemed to catch on to the reason I was holding a hand over my mouth and grinned.
Sparrow saw and turned to face me. Now we were just driving him insane! He looked from one to the other, and tried to figure out what was so funny, but obviously couldn't.
Hannah seemed to choose that moment to wake up. She sat up and groaned, rubbed her forehead and looked around.
Monica and I ran over to her, and while I was at it I decided I might as well tell the captain that we might be girls, but we're girls with attitude. As I jogged past, I swung my leg to the side just enough to catch him in the back of the knee. He fell and went sliding across the wet deck, banging into the rail on the stern without any of his usual grace.
That got Hannah to laugh. But then she started to cough up seawater. Monica and I averted our eyes. More pleasant to look at the green Carribean water than one of your friends barfing up seawater, even if it was the same stuff.
When she stopped heaving and gagging, we turned back to look at her. Talk about green skin.
She looked from us to Sparrow, then to Will and back to us. She did this before it finally clicked that we were on a ship in the middle of the Carribean.
"What the hell? What're they doing here? What happened? What..."
"Shut up Hannah!" I yelled, drowning her out for a minute. Didn't matter though. She kept right on talking.
I looked at Monica and rolled my eyes. Will saw this and looked at her to see what her reaction would be. She hadn't seen my eye-roll. She had her eyes hidden by her hand in embarrassment. Heehee. Fun.
".... What the hell are we doing in the middle of the fuckin Carribean? Where the hell are my Kid Moe CDs right when I need them?" Here she paused to draw a breath and I took my opportunity to interrupt her.
"Why don't you just shut up and let me try to explain?" I yelled at her. She actually shut up for a minute. Impressive.
"Okay," I started, "So as you can probably tell, we are somewhere in the eastern part of the Gulf of Mexico, more specifically, on a pirate ship in the middle of the 16- or 1700's." I smirked. She probably hadn't heard a word of what I had just said.
I was right. "What?" she asked, still dazed. "No, really, where the hell are we?"
Monica laughed. "Now you have someone new to tell 'You have ears, so you might want to learn to use them!'" I told her.
She just kept laughing. Typical Monica. "Anyway, I just told you where the hell we were, and I'm not a parrot, so I don't repeat everything a million times!" I said to Hannah.
She had finally processed what I had said. She gaped at me and Monica, and then looked over at our oh-so-kind captain, who was currently trying to pretend that he wasn't eavesdropping on our conversation.
"Yeah right!" she scoffed the minute she had gotten her tongue back.
"Hey, are you saying I'm lying?"
"Well then, how did we get here? Not to mention, how do you know that that's where we are?"
"Don't you remember falling? Being sucked through the floor? And why the hell do you think I would lie about something like this?" I snapped, my temper rising at a dangerous speed.
She stopped and thought about it. She tried to speak several times, but apparently thought better of it.
"What, can't think of what to say? Or cat got your tongue?" I smirked. I don't know why.
But right when Hannah was about to respond, Jack came striding up. "First of all, I'll have none of this on me ship, savvy?" He looked from me to Hannah and back again. "And second, we've reached Tortuga."
A/N: Yes, my friends and I fight all the time. All my friends. But it's fun, so it doesn't really matter. Review!
I'm somewhere around 5'6", and Monica is about 5'10" or 5'11", whereas Jack Sparrow is only 'sposed to be 5'5-6". So that really would be amusing.
My friends and I enjoy driving people out of their minds. It's fun! : D
Kid Moe is a local band from the cities called the East Bay, which is where I live. They rock!
