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Chapter 4: Trials in Many Forms
The next day, they set their course for Isla de Ensayas. Commodore Valentine was opposed to it, but Jack was determined to wreak revenge on Barbossa, and it was Jack's ship, after all. According to Anamaria, they would reach the island in only a day. Jack and Celeste spent most of the day with Christopher and Jocelyn they had a wonderful day, but knew what was coming on the morrow… During dinner, they talked about the possibility of more children on the Pearl. Jack and Celeste certainly wouldn't mind the idea. They each agreed they wanted many more.
That night, Celeste and Jack got into bed; Celeste was worried about facing Barbossa. Just as she was about to ask Jack if he was sure he knew how to beat Barbossa, he climbed on top of her and kissed her.
"Jack, shouldn't we be saving our energy for tomorrow?" Celeste asked disapprovingly.
"If we die tomorrow, we should be 'appy." he told her, kissing her neck.
"Jack!" she laughed. "Now, come on, we should get some sleep."
"We will get some sleep." he reasoned, smirking. "Come on, love…"
She laughed and put her arms around his neck. She grabbed onto his shirt and pulled it halfway off she stopped. She'd frozen.
"I 'ate to tell you this, sweetheart, but I'm sort of stuck…" he told her, his arms still over his head, caught in the shirt. "We've never tried it this way before, but I think it might work better if I can see you… an' move me arms." She didn't say anything she didn't move. He yanked his shirt off himself and looked at her. She started breathing very quickly. "'ey, love, we 'aven' started yet." he said with a smirk. She looked horrified. She wasn't looking at him it was like she was looking at something that wasn't there. His brow furrowed. "Darling, what's wrong!"
"B-Barbossa…" Celeste gasped. "He's somehow showing me all these terrible images in my head! You Christopher Jocelyn the crew… all dead!"
"Oh, goodness…" Jack muttered. He started to panic he had no idea what to do.
"Cover my mouth." she said.
"What?"
"Cover my mouth this is horrifying I'm going to scream!" she exclaimed. He did as she said and covered her mouth. She screamed into his hand, which stopped much of the noise, but didn't help her much.
"Oh… what stopped it last time…?" Jack mumbled, thinking. After a moment, he remembered. Love… "Christopher 'e'll be four in three months, an' Jocelyn she'll be one in six months… Think about them, sweetheart. Think about us. Don' think about anythin' else!" She screamed into his hand again, horrified. "Princess, look at me!" She tried her best, but the images kept racing in her brain. He grabbed onto her shoulders and shook them, but it didn't do any good, and he had uncovered her mouth.
"AHHHHHHHH!" she screamed. He quickly replaced his hand, but just then, Jocelyn started crying. Celeste continued breathing quickly, but it seemed she was starting to recover… After a few moments, the images completely wore off and Jack removed his hand from her face. "They're gone… Oh, Jack…" She hugged him. "Someone will be worried I know Christopher will be. Please wait outside the door for anyone who comes to check on us."
"Sure, love." he said and kissed her. He got up and left the room while Celeste got up and went to Jocelyn. She picked her up and comforted her until she stopped crying. Jocelyn had been very startled by the loud scream, so it took a little while for her to be calmed down.
Jack was soon greeted by worried crewmembers and he explained what had happened. After he'd spoken to them, Celeste's prediction had come true. Christopher had left his room and come to see what was wrong.
"What happened?" Christopher asked Jack, who knelt down next to him.
"Oh, nothin', son, Mummy jus' 'ad a nightmare tha's all." Jack replied.
"Oh. Is she alright?" Christopher asked.
"Aye, she's fine don' worry, mate." Jack told him.
"Okay, Daddy."
"You want me to tuck you in again?" Jack asked and Christopher nodded. Jack picked him up and carried him back to his room and tucked him in. "Night, mate." he bid and kissed his head.
"Goodnight, Daddy." Christopher replied, grabbing Blackbeard the bear.
Jack returned to his room just as Celeste was putting Jocelyn to bed.
"Sorry about that." Celeste told him quietly, not wanting to disturb Jocelyn. "I didn't mean to scream…"
"It's not your fault, Princess." Jack said as they got into bed. "Don' worry Barbossa will be dead tomorrow."
"Good." Celeste replied, anger rushing inside her. He kept intruding on their lives. That evil knave. She wondered how much longer the images would've gone on if Jocelyn hadn't cried. It was, after all, her child's voice that had pulled her out of the bombardment of images.
The next day, they arrived on the island. Jack and Celeste went ashore along with Commodore Valentine, who insisted on going with them. They followed a trail that led to a cave which they entered. Just inside the cave was Barbossa and much of his crew waiting with pistols aimed at them, ready for their arrival. They'd obviously had a lookout and had been alerted of their presence.
"Welcome, welcome." Barbossa greeted. "I just love this. You'll follow me no matter where I go, won't you?" He laughed. "Now, I heard about Mrs. Sparrow's little court case she's got to get back to town soon, doesn't she? Well, what a coincidence. I need more time to prepare."
"Prepare for what?" Commodore Valentine asked.
"None of yer business a little surprise for the Caribbean." Barbossa replied. "Here's a free hint. I need Jack's life for this ritual. But you can't hide from me because he's the only one that can stop me. You see, even if I don't get his life, I will still be extremely powerful this is such a great ritual I'm plannin'. Either way, ye don't have the option to hide."
"We don' intend to." Jack said. "We intend to kill you now."
"Oh, do you?" Barbossa asked. "Go ahead and try."
"My pleasure." Jack replied, brandishing his sword. Just then, someone came out of nowhere, ran up to Jack, and quickly slapped a small piece of paper on Jack's chest. The person darted away to Barbossa's side. It was the witchdoctor.
Jack looked down at his chest confusedly and made to pull the paper off. But just as he tried, the paper disappeared. It was like it had sunk into his skin. It had left an "X" the size of the paper on his skin.
"What the…? What on bloody earth was that?" he asked, oblivious.
"Just a little insurance." Barbossa said. He bellowed out an evil laugh. "Restrain the Commodore, please." he told the witchdoctor. The witchdoctor said a quiet spell and motioned with his staff for the Commodore to go to the wall. Suddenly, Commodore Valentine flew over to the wall and hit it hard. "Bushes!" Barbossa called. Four men dashed out of the bushes and restrained Jack. Jack fought hard, but there was nothing he could do against these huge, strong men. "As I said, I need time to prepare for all this. For insurance, I will stall a bit. Mrs. Sparrow is quite good at stallin', aren't ye?" he looked at her, smiling, and she glared. She started to unsheathe her swords, but Barbossa quickly looked at the witchdoctor. "Don't let her." The witchdoctor nodded and whispered a spell, waving his staff at her. Celeste pulled on her swords, but they didn't move; it was like they were stuck in the scabbards… "Let's make it a primitive fight, Mrs. Sparrow, huh? Just fists."
"She's a woman!" Commodore Valentine cried. "She can't possibly"
"She says she can hold her own against any man. She did a fair job of fightin' on my ship." Barbossa interrupted. Jack struggled to be free, but to no avail. Barbossa strode over to Celeste and put his fists up. She put hers up as well. And it began.
Celeste fought with Barbossa as best she could. It wasn't easy for Celeste to fight without weapons. She had hardly ever punched her enemies in the past it was always a swordfight. She dodged a punch and tried to hit him in the face, but he dodged it.
"Oh, this is fun." Barbossa said, tripping her and then hitting her in the back; she yelled. "But alas, I have places to be." He dodged a punch from Celeste. "I can't wait to cause ye Sparrows more pain I just love it. Anyway, I must sadly depart. As for my insurance, I'll just hit Mrs. Sparrow really hard." Jack struggled harder to get free and Celeste threw an unsuccessful punch at Barbossa. He snorted in amusement and hit her in the lower stomach with a ton of strength. Jack winced at the sight of the blow and Celeste's eyes widened in pain the scream had been knocked out of her. She clutched her stomach and fell to the ground out cold. "Oh, she doesn't look so good… Jack, ye'd best take her home now. Come back after Mrs. Sparrow's case whether she's dead or alive." He gestured to his crewmembers to release him and they obeyed. Commodore Valentine was released from the wall.
"Damn you, Barbossa!" Jack growled, running to Celeste. "You jus' wait."
Barbossa laughed and left them. Jack picked Celeste up and carried her back to the Pearl hurriedly, Commodore Valentine followed.
"Anamaria, 'elp." he said urgently as he boarded. She nodded and followed him to his room where he set Celeste on the bed (Commodore Valentine decided to just wait up on deck it wasn't really his place to follow). "Barbossa 'it 'er really really 'ard…"
"Alright, I'll see if there's anything wrong." Anamaria told him.
"Thanks, Anamaria." he replied. She nodded and he left the room.
A few minutes later, Anamaria emerged from the room and Jack, who had been pacing the whole time, hurried to her. It felt so familiar.
"Is she alrigh'!" he asked urgently.
"I'm not sure. Two things." she said. "I have to ask Gibbs something, first of all. Second… well, come here." She went to Celeste's side and pressed Jack's hand to Celeste's stomach "You know her better than I do does her stomach usually feel like that?" Jack's brow furrowed and he shook his head slowly. Anamaria sighed. "Alright, I'll be back in a minute." She left the room. Jack sat down next to Celeste and looked at her concernedly.
A few moments later, Christopher came in. "What's wrong with Mummy?" he asked.
"Er, I don' know yet." Jack replied blankly. "Anamaria will tell us in a little while."
Christopher climbed up onto the bed next to Celeste. He grabbed her hand and shook it. "Mummy. Mummy, wake up." Jack's heart was breaking piece by piece. Christopher looked over at Jack with a furrowed brow. "Why isn't Mummy waking up?"
Jack sighed. "I don' know, son." he said. "But she's fine don' worry about 'er. …Now, you go on back to your room, savvy?" Christopher nodded and left the room. After a few minutes, Anamaria returned.
"Jack… I, er, have some really… terrible news…" Anamaria said sadly.
"Oh, no…" he mumbled, heart sinking in worry. "Is she alrigh'!"
Anamaria started crying. What…? This never happened. She might've shown a tear or two once in a while, but… crying? This had to be something bad.
"Anamaria! What's wrong with 'er!" he pressed.
"And… and you guys were just just talking about having more children… y-yesterday…" Anamaria sobbed.
"…What…?" Jack asked emptily.
"Barbossa hit her too hard, Jack!" Anamaria sobbed, trying to calm down. "She… she can't… she…" she calmed herself down and sniffled. "She can't have any more children, Jack."
His heart sunk lower than it had sunk in a long time. Since… the last time Anamaria had to break horrible news to him… when Celeste had lost the baby four years earlier…
"I realize nothing I say is going to help, so I'm just going to leave you with her." Anamaria said. "But I really am sorry…" And she left.
Jack lied down on the bed next to Celeste, his heart feeling like it just got lanced. He placed a hand on his forehead and closed his eyes painfully. Just then, Celeste blinked her eyes open and looked at him. She attempted to shift towards him, but grabbed her stomach in pain. He looked over at her.
"Hi." she greeted. "Ugh, Barbossa's going to get it when we get back to him." He nodded. "What?" He just looked at her. She started to get worried. "What happened?" She attempted to sit up, but grabbed her stomach in pain once more. She looked down at her stomach and thought for a moment. She didn't feel very good… she felt… different… wrong… like something was very wrong… She looked up at Jack. She knew what was wrong. She could feel it she could tell by the look on his face. Her brow furrowed and she shook her head desperately. He nodded slowly and sadly. She closed her eyes as tears began to form in them. After a while of wordless grieving, Jack spoke up.
"Well… we 'ave Christopher an' Jocelyn. Tha's all that matters." he said.
She sighed and nodded, but was really brokenhearted inside. Jack felt the same way.
They sailed back to Port Royal, which took several days. During those days, nothing significant happened they were worried about everything. Besides being devastated by Celeste's injury, they were worried about defeating Barbossa and, more pressing, Celeste's court case. They arrived in town and were summoned to the court the next day…
As it were, they weren't sure how long the court session would be, so they had to bring Jocelyn with them. They were worried because there wasn't any evidence saying Celeste did do it, though, but there wasn't any that said she did. Problem was, this was a similar situation to John Ottoman's case. He was convicted and hung for the murder of Commodore Norrington, and was later proved innocent; by then, of course, he was already dead and nothing could be done.
Jack and Celeste sat down in the courtroom, waiting for someone to tell them where to sit or what to do. Jocelyn reached over and grabbed a piece of Jack's hair, clinging to it adamantly. A woman behind them tapped Celeste on the shoulder. She looked back at her.
"Oh, your child is so adorable!" the woman told her.
"Thank you." Celeste replied, smiling politely. Just then, the judge came in. The court system at this point in time and in this part of the world, was not as advanced as it could be, so it was not filled with so much tradition and formality. The judge had the word and his word was stone-set.
"Would Celeste Sparrow please come up to the chair in the front, please?" he inquired.
Celeste stood up, carrying Jocelyn, and sat down in the chair. The woman who had previously complimented her, looked shocked that that was the woman who was being tried for attempted murder. Jocelyn was not very happy about having to be torn away from Jack's hair, so she started whimpering in protest. Celeste let Jocelyn rest on her shoulder, but this probably wasn't the best plan of action, seeing as how she could now see Jack. She reached out to Jack and continued whimpering, getting louder the longer Celeste didn't do anything about it. Celeste had considered letting Jack hold Jocelyn for a while, but she knew Jocelyn better than that. Jocelyn wanted to be with both of her parents most of the time, especially when they weren't on the Pearl. On the Pearl, it was fine, but on land, she didn't want to be separated from either one of them if she could see them both.
"Shh, Jocelyn, sweetheart, don't cry." Celeste whispered, rubbing Jocelyn's back comfortingly. Jocelyn continued to whimper.
"Will Marie Wyndham please take a seat in the front as well?" the judge asked. Marie obeyed and sat down in a chair at the front as well. They were at opposite ends of the court, but it wasn't far enough for either of their hatred for each other to subside. Jocelyn's whimpering continued.
"Jocelyn, let Daddy sit back there. We can't sit with him now." Celeste said quietly to Jocelyn. But this still didn't stop the whimpering. Jocelyn reached out for Jack again, and by this time, Jack felt sort of guilty for not being able to be there for her. Celeste sighed. Jocelyn was just too cute to refuse. All the while, the judge was shuffling through papers and getting everything in order. Celeste looked back at Jack and motioned for him to come and sit with them whether he was supposed to or not. Jack wasted no time; he got up and went to Celeste and Jocelyn, grabbing an extra chair on the way, and sat down next to them.
"Dah!" Jocelyn exclaimed happily, grabbing a piece of his hair. A few people who had been observing them laughed at this. Not in a bad way, but it was just so darn cute!
The judge looked up, having heard this, and stared at Jack. "Who are you?" he asked.
"Er, Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack replied. The judge didn't really care all that much whether Jack sat there or not, but Marie certainly did.
"Did he ask you to sit up there?" Marie asked disapprovingly. A few other people threw out words of agreement.
"Yes, may I ask the reason for your sitting there?" the judge asked. He didn't sound irritated. Actually… he didn't show any emotion at all. He was very monotonous; this didn't make it so easy for them to tell whether he was going to believe them or not.
"Er, our daughter doesn' like bein' on land all that much… she usually wants both of 'er parents with 'er when we're not on the Pearl…" Jack explained uneasily. Of course, everyone knew about how the Sparrows lived on the Black Pearl, so that was self explanatory. The judge didn't really care that much. He continued preparing his papers, only giving a monotonous "alright." Marie didn't accept it so well.
"Sometimes you can't let children have everything they want they'll grow up spoiled like some ungrateful brats I know." Marie said, glaring at Celeste.
"But enough about your children, Marie." Celeste told her.
"How dare you!" Marie yelled.
"Order! Order!" the judge exclaimed, and the court quieted.
Marie was still not satisfied. "I'll have you know"
"Marie, shut up." Celeste sighed exasperatedly. "This isn't the time or the place. I'm not in the mood for this. Besides, you should respect the court enough to shut your mouth for long enough to let this take place."
The judge looked up. "I must agree with you." he said monotonously. Marie glared at Celeste. "Alright, let us begin. I am Judge Hawthorne. …So, Mrs. Sparrow, you are fully aware of the crime you are charged with, yes?"
"Yes." Celeste replied.
"Good." Hawthorne stated. "Mrs. Wyndham, would you please tell your side of the story?"
"Of course, sir." Marie said. "Well, I had gotten up at midnight to get a drink of water. I was walking downstairs to the galley, when she jumps out of the shadows with an axe and swings it at me like crazy!"
"And you're sure it was Mrs. Sparrow?" Hawthorne added. "What would've provoked her?"
"That very day, she'd threatened me!" Marie pressed. "She said that someday I was going to die and she was going to be there, holding the axe! She revealed her plan that very moment!"
"Mrs. Sparrow, did you say that?" Hawthorne asked.
Celeste hesitated. "I… I did… Only, I said something like… 'Someday, Marie, you're going to die and I'm going to be there… if I'm not the one holding the axe…' So I didn't actually say I was going to kill her with an axe…"
"But you don't understand, sir!" Marie injected. "She's killed before!"
"What?" Hawthorne asked. He looked at Celeste in question. "Is this true?"
"Well… yes… but"
"Point proven!" Marie yelled.
"No!" Celeste objected. "I've killed evil men! We killed Bartholomeu Santara and his accomplices as well as Thomas Black and his accomplices! Sir, you have to take into consideration that we have saved many lives. Those men were killers we saved five women from Thomas Black; one being the late Commodore Norrington's niece. We helped David Flynn find Commodore Norrington's murderer!"
"I am aware of those events." Hawthorne stated. Because of his monotony, they could not tell at all whether this was good or bad… "Mrs. Sparrow, Mrs. Wyndham's argument is very strong. Do you have any witnesses that you were there at midnight on the 24th?"
"Yes, I do." Celeste replied.
"Who?" Hawthorne asked.
"My husband." Celeste told him. "And the whole crew could tell you that I was there that night."
"But could they all confirm that you were there at precisely midnight?" Hawthorne asked.
"Well… my husband can." she replied.
"Couldn't you have gotten up and snuck off and then snuck back?" Hawthorne asked.
"…No…" Celeste said uneasily. "He knows I was there."
"But couldn't it have been possible?" Hawthorne asked.
"No." Celeste replied.
"Why not?" he asked.
"Because we were awake…" Celeste hesitated.
"At midnight? Why?" he asked.
Celeste's face turned blood red. "We were… awake…" Hawthorne waited for a clearer explanation. "Oh, sir, must I say? It's not something one generally speaks of in public."
Hawthorne paused for a moment. "…Oh. Well, are you sure it was at midnight exactly?"
"Well, I remember that we couldn't get Jocelyn to go to sleep until ten thirty and then…" Celeste said, still blushing profusely.
"Well, then, how can you be sure you were there at midnight?" Hawthorne asked.
Celeste decided to just blurt it out. She sighed, irritated. "Because it usually takes at least four hours." She was blushing so hard, she thought her face was going to explode.
Silence followed this statement in which Celeste spent being embarrassed. Jack didn't really care all that much, Marie was disgusted, and Hawthorne didn't exactly know what to do with that bit of evidence.
"Wow." someone in the court suddenly said incredulously. It wasn't anyone they knew, just a random wowed person.
Hawthorne cleared his throat and continued court normally. "Well, I'm afraid neither of you has substantial evidence, but I must say that Mrs. Wyndham has made several points which direct to Mrs. Sparrow being the culprit. Unless you can come up with a witness, Mrs. Sparrow… we can convict you."
Celeste's eyes widened. "But but… I have two children and…"
"I am not going to be partial merely because you have children I want this court to be fair." Hawthorne stated. Yeah, really fair convicting on hearsay and completely circumstantial evidence.
"Oh, Jack…" Celeste panicked. "What are we going to do?"
He sighed. "I don' know… there's got to be somethin'…"
"Have you a witness?" Hawthorne asked. They racked their brains for something to say. "Well?" They still didn't reply. "Alright. Well, Mrs. Sparrow, I have no choice but to declare you guilty for"
Just then, Commodore Valentine barged into the court room.
"There's one more witness you need to hear, Judge Hawthorne." Valentine said. He knew what was going to happen in the court and had had a plan the whole time. Behind him, came Sierra. Celeste wondered what on earth Sierra could possibly say…
"Well, then, come up here, miss." Hawthorne said as Valentine sat down. Sierra obeyed and pulled up a chair next to Celeste. "State your name, please."
"Sierra Grey." she said.
"And what do you have to say in defense of Mrs. Sparrow?" Hawthorne asked.
'Oh, I'm doomed…' Celeste thought. 'Sierra will jump at the chance to get rid of me so she can have Jack… No, I shouldn't say that… But she's never given me a reason to contradict it!'
"Well, I can say that she was there most of the night." Sierra said. "I sat down to write some letters to people back in England at about eleven. I didn't finish writing them until one I remember writing in one of the letters that it was one o' clock and I had to get to bed."
"How do you know she was there the whole time?" Hawthorne asked.
"Well, for hours they were"
"We've heard what they were doing how do you know she was there the whole time?" Hawthorne pressed.
"Even though they got a lot quieter after they had kids so they wouldn't wake them, there's still noise I suppose they don't know it, though." Sierra explained. "They had moved their bed right up against my wall. The wall that my desk is on. Luckily, they moved it back just a little while ago. Anyway, on several occasions, I have had to move the desk from the wall because it was shaking so much." Celeste blushed more than before, if possible, and was shielding her face from the people in the court with her free hand. "But that wall always squeaks now. Someday, I honestly think it's going to fall apart. Anyway, the wall squeaked well after I finished the letter. I've gotten used to it, but don't think I don't hear it. Plus, I'm sure it was squeaking when I sat down because I remember complaining about it." Jack actually thought the situation was rather funny since all the people in the room were now staring at them with shock on their faces. Celeste was humiliated and was sure she wouldn't be able to show her face in town again.
"Besides all that, though…" Sierra continued. "I've known Celeste Sparrow for years. Even before she was a Sparrow. I've always been jealous of her because… besides the fact that she has Jack… she's one of the most decent people I've ever met. She's sweet and good and… has the purest soul of anyone I've ever known. She wouldn't do something like that. She teaches her kids the best of morals and you can talk to the other one who's with Gibbs, by the way" she added to Celeste and Jack, "and you'll know what kind of a person she is. I don't believe I'd ever think I'd hear these words coming out of my mouth, but there's nothing I can do to change who she is. She let me stay on her ship because I didn't have anywhere else to go, even though I was rude and ungrateful… If there would've been anyone who wanted her out of the picture, it would've been me because I'll always be jealous, but… this charge is just such a lie, I have to say something. I owe her a lot… and… everyone deserves a fair trial. Celeste Sparrow wouldn't hurt anyone who wasn't a wanted criminal ever. And everyone here had better believe it."
Celeste stared at Sierra, about to cry, she was so touched.
"Well, it seems we have another witness here." Hawthorne stated. "And it seems like a legitimate story. …Mrs. Wyndham, if whoever attacked you had wanted to kill you, wouldn't they have? You two were the only ones awake and present and… you had no defense. Why didn't they kill you then and there? You say you escaped, but why didn't she pursue you? She's much younger than you and very fit, she could've caught you."
Marie didn't reply, just mouthed wordlessly for a moment. "Well well… Don't ask me to understand the mind of a maniac!"
"Mrs. Wyndham, your story has too many holes in it." Hawthorne stated. "You have no evidence that anyone at all attacked you, much less Mrs. Sparrow."
"Ah!" Jocelyn exclaimed, wonderfully timed. The whole court laughed even Hawthorne.
"I think it is clear that Mrs. Sparrow is, indeed, innocent." Hawthorne concluded. "Case dismissed."
Marie protested to Hawthorne, but he didn't pay any attention. Celeste and Jack hugged and Jocelyn was happy simply because everyone else seemed to be. They made their way back to the Pearl.
"Sierra, thank you so much." Celeste told her. "That was such a wonderful thing to do."
"Yeah… well…" Sierra replied, acting tough, "well, I like your kids they deserve to have both parents, that's all."
"Thank you, nonetheless." Celeste said. "I'll always be grateful for that."
"Aye, Sierra, I got to thank you, too." Jack added.
"Feh!" Jocelyn exclaimed happily; they all laughed.
"I've never been so relieved." Celeste sighed. "Except the fact that I can never show my face in town again…"
"Hey, they pretend they don't do it they do. They're hypocrites." Sierra said.
"Did you have to describe it so much?" Celeste asked.
"Did you want to be hanged?" Sierra asked.
Celeste sighed. "No…"
"Those people don' know everythin' about it, anyway, love." Jack said with a smirk. "They don' know that our record is a lot longer than that."
Celeste blushed. "Jack! Don't speak of such things!"
"What!" Sierra exclaimed. "You actually keep track!"
"Jus' notice." Jack explained. "Jus' lookin' at the clock before an' after it's not that difficult."
"What's the record?" Sierra asked curiously.
"It was our first anniversary, an' it was"
"None of your business!" Celeste butted in. "Er, let's hurry back to the Pearl, I'm hungry Jocelyn is, too. Come on, Jack." She and Jack hurried ahead. Jack looked back at Sierra.
"Eight hours!" Jack rushed.
"JACK!" Celeste scolded.
"Holy you two need a hobby!" Sierra exclaimed. "That's like… half the waking day…! Oh, my goodness! That's insane!"
"Let's not speak of it!" Celeste cried. "Come on, I'm hungry."
"After eight hours, who wouldn't be!" Sierra cried.
"Would you stop talking about it?" Celeste exclaimed. "Do not ever repeat that!"
"I won't say a word to anyone." Sierra assured. "I swear." Celeste nodded and she and Jack went on ahead. "Damn damn damn. There, I swear. Wait 'til the crew hears about this."
Hope you all enjoyed that chapter. Eight hours is actually a little inside joke with my friend Angela and I. Gackt (an awesome Jrocker), claims he can keep it up that long. So yeah. I always incorporate inside jokes and stuff from me everyday life in mah fics. Alrighty! I'm watching "Tru Calling" on Fox. GREAT SHOW. They're doing like a half season thing cuz it got cancelled, but now... I have no idea what's going on... I'm just glad Tru is back! Anyway, hope you enjoyed the chapter!
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