Sorry this chapter took so long! I had this massive Macbeth paper due and then I went to Florida for February break and I didn't have a computer down there. Well here is the much over due chapter. And thanks to my reviewers:
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So on with the story.
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing related to Pirates of the Caribbean. (Though I wish I did.) Any characters that you do not recognize are mine and hopefully the plot is mine. Thank you and please don't sue me. Oh and any other little tidbits that I might throw in that you might recognize from other stories, are probably from other stories.
Chapter 8:Interupted Kisses and an Ingenious Plan.
"I'm sorry," whispered Jaimy, pulling Mercedes' hand closer to his chest and gently rubbing her hand with his thumb.
They both leaned slowly forward for a kiss. And then…
…and then a long, loud, high-pitched shriek was heard from the doorway. It was soon followed by the thundering footsteps of someone running into the room. Suddenly, just as Mercedes and Jaimy's lips were about to lightly touch, Mercedes' head was violently ripped away from Jaimy's by the hair.
"How DARE you try to kiss him? HE is MINE!" screeched an outraged and possibly unstable Carrissa. She pushed Mercedes away, grabbed Jaimy by the shirtfront, and lifted him up while saying, "As for YOU, Jaimy Demetrious Turner! I'm VERY disappointed in you!" Carrissa paused and her eyes flashed. Then she continued in a motherly, condescending tone, " Go to your room! I'll deal with you later." And she and Jaimy walked out of the room, well Carrissa walked out of the room and dragged Jaimy behind her, leaving Mercedes sitting on the floor massaging the spot where Carrissa had attacked her scalp.
Carrissa dropped Jaimy off and then stomped in Mur's room. She burst through the door to Mur's room, walked in, and then slammed the door as hard as she could. Mur looked up surprised and a little scared.
"What happened Carrissa?" asked Mur concerned.
Carrissa seemed not to have heard him.
"Do you know what that dratted-prat- of-a-sister just almost did!"
"Nope," said Mur, "but I have a feeling that I'm going to find out…and don't call Mercedes a dratted prat." He finished defensively.
"Fine, I walked in on Jaimy and that little wench, sitting on the floor of her room, holding hands and about to…" Carrissa paused for dramatic effect, "about to kiss! And who knows what else would have happened if I hadn't walked in on them!" None of the information Carrissa had just said was reaching Mur's brain. But Carrissa continues ranting, " JUST THINK, Jaimy, MY Jaimy," Carrissa would have continuedbut what she was saying finally reached Mur's brain.
"HE WHAT!" Stormed Mur. He couldn't believe that Mercedes, his little baby sister, the little girl that used to run around the house in nothing but their fathers' boots, jacket and hat (wow that's embarrassing, she did have on little bloomers), his Mercedes, would ever willingly engage in that kind of activity. KISSING!
"She what? They didn't?" he asked exasperatedly.
"They almost did!" answered Carrissa, tears welling in her eyes.
"I'm gunna KILL Jaimy!" shouted Mur, and then under his breath he said, "putting moved on my little sister…"
"Oh Mur," sniffed Carrissa, "I can't believe it." (sniffle) "It's not like I'm mean to him or anything." Here Carrissa began to sob and Mur rolled his eyes, then he looked up.
"Carrissa," Mur started, as he walked over and hugged her comfortingly. Seeing Carrissa cry really made Mur feel sorry for her and enabled him not see her as the Norington that he thought she was. He let go of her and held her at arms length, bending a little so her could look into Carrissa's honey colored eyes.
"It's ok," Mur said, "I wouldn't worry about it." Mur smiled down at Carrissa.
Carrissa sniffled again.
"Thanks Mur," smiled Carrissa through her tears. "You're really sweet."
"Yeah…well," began Mur.
"No I really mean it. After the way I've been treating you, I'm surprised you're still talking to me! I mean I didn't even thank you for throwing yourself on top of me at the battle and all. I don't know why my father thinks all pirates are bad; you don't seem to be. And I was so mean to you!" she hiccupped a little. "I bit you and I threw a glass at you and I tied you up and I gagged you and I called you a loser and I hit you and…"
"Ok," said Mur cutting Carrissa off by putting a finger to her lips. Both Mur and Carrissa leaned forward slightly, for a soft kiss.
Then Mur's bedroom door opened with a creak, both Mur and Carrissa looked over at the noise, their lips still puckered slightly.
"Ohh…I'll, just come back later…" it was Mercedes, her eyelids fluttered and she fainted, falling gently to the floor.
"Oye," said Mur, "I think I need to have a heart to heart with Mer." Mur said as he looked back at Carrissa. They both leaned toward each other again for another kiss.
Just as their lips were about to touch, Jaimy walked past the door. He looked in and saw Carrissa and Mur on the floor, just about to kiss and Mercedes sprawled in the doorway. He stooped, scooped up Mercedes tenderly in his arms, stepped over the threshold into the room and cleared his throat.
"Ehhem…"
Mur covered for almost (again) kissing Carrissa by brushing an invisible something from her cheek.
"There, got it."
"Uh, thanks Mur." Said Carrissa, blushing.
" And you yelled at me for almost kissing Mercedes…hypocrite," said Jaimy to Carrissa, as he took a few more steps into the room. "What were you two just about to do?"
"If you don't mind, Jaimy, put Mercedes on the bed. I need to have a discussion with her when she wakes up. Then both of you leave…please," Mur said as he cut Jaimy off from scolding them.
Jaimy walked over to the bed, put a knee on it to steady himself, and gently placed Mercedes on the pillows. Jaimy looked down and brushed a stray curl from Mercedes' neck, his hand lingering on her neck.
Carrissa walked over, dragged Jaimy away from the bed and then marched out the door. Mur closed the door behind them and then pulled a chair over to the bedside. As Mur sat down, Mercedes' eyelids began to flutter open as she regained consciousness.
Mur looked long and hard at Mercedes then said, " Mer, we need to have a talk about kissing other peoples fiancés."
Mercedes sat up and looked Mur seriously and unwaveringly in the eye, " Mur," she began. "We need to have a talk about kissing other peoples fiancés."
And Mercedes and Mur held their serious faces until Mercedes smiled slightly.
Then Mur smiled and said, " Ok. Point taken. I caught you, you caught me, truce?"
Outside the room, Jaimy and Carrissa had their ears pressed against the door, hopping to hear the conversation within.
"What did she just say?" asked Jaimy.
"Something about a Beyonce?" said an unsure Carrissa. "Dammed solid oak doors! NO good for eavesdropping…"
Back in the room Mur was giving Mercedes a hug.
"Well, lets try not to do it again. Agreed?" asked Mur.
"Yea, try is the key word in that sentence isn't it." Said Mercedes under her breath.
"Didn't catch that," said Mur, "what?"
"Agreed," said Mercedes, smiling.
Outside the room Jaimy and Carrissa were still leaning against the door with all their combined weight. A loud CRACK was heard and both Jaimy and Carrissa went tumbling into the room as the door burst open.
"I MUST have her back," Matt bellowed at John, his replacement first mate. And I must say that he was not doing as fine a job as Chelsea, but since Chelsea was somewhat indisposed of at the moment…he was the best Matt could do.
"Who?" asked John. Let's just say that John was not the sharpest sword in the barrel, nice guy, but not too smart.
"MERCEDES! DUH! The whole reason we are out here on this stupid ship in the Middle of the BLOODY OCEAN!" shouted Matt, slamming his fist on the table with a dull thud. "Ow" (Considering Matt 'slammed his fist onto the table, shouldn't it make a louder sound? Weakling!)
"Ohh. Jack Sparrow's daughter, right? Yea she's that gorgeous one what organized that riot and is gifted with the sword?" John let out a long, low whistle. Matt was starring at this man disbelievingly. "You know who else is quite good looking? Your sister Carrissa…"
"EWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" screamed Matt as he clapped his hands over his ears. "That's My SISTER! Ugh gross. GUARDS throw this wing nut overboard!"
Two hefty guards emerged out of the shadows, grabbed John and dragged him out of the room. A faint splash was heard, preceded by a long:
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"AH HA!" exclaimed Matt."I have come up with and ingenious plan! Quickly find that ship and bring up the…web."
"Aye aye sir." Said a complacent crewman.
"Oh and put up the post available notice. I'm looking for a new officer…"
So what did you think? I know it's a little short but…tell me how ya'll liked it, kay? Hee hee I went a little southern there. Well I can't wait to get up the next chapter and I started a ficlet so that should be up soon. OK now go hit that little purple/blue button and leave me a nice long review! Thanks! Love you all! Keep a sharp eye and until next chapter ;)
