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Spirit of the Sky

Queen.Bowie.Jack.Sparrow.Lover.

Chapter 5

Life is a cruel sick joke. It and its teasing is nothing more than a sick joke. Or a least that's what I thought as I started disappointedly at four, familiar, crude walls.

The Black Pearl had cast me away and I now lay abandoned on my bed. Yes . . . my bed. The very same with which I dreamt I adventure on the Black Pearl. Yes . . . dreamt.

It was life's joke and I was its pan. The clear water that swept through my fingers was nothing more than an illusion, the Pearl . . . a figment of my imagination. Jack . . . further from my grasp than ever before.

Life is a Bitch . . .

"Yay!"I yell sarcastically. "I'm back in my room! My uncool, un-Jack-Sparrow-ish room." I laugh a small self pity laugh. " Thank you . . . ," I breath, " thank you life for bringing me back to this forsaken reality!"

I forced myself out or bed. "I'm glad I fulfilled your amusements life!" then footsteps came trudging up the stairs and stop by my door. With a quiet click the door handle turns and opens slowly with an annoying screech.

Oh joy! It's my mom! ... carrying . . . a bucket! Of . . . water!

"Damn! You're already awake?" my mom sighs in disappointment.

"It would appear so . . . sorry I couldn't be the little butt of your joke. Life's already used me for its sadistic joke," I cry.

"Oh quit with the dramatics. I swear!" mom lets out an exasperate sigh and leaves my shutting the door behind her.

I felt like giving my mom the finger but my remaining dignity and class forbids me to do so. So instead, I go pick out the trashiest clothes I own. (class eh?)

I sneak out the window thinking it being much more benefitting to my rebellion's act. " Oh yeah! Sweet undeserved freedom!" I sigh with contempt. Finding a tree, full near in blossom, I plop underneath its protruding branches, my arms out stretch to block the suns undesired rays from touching my all ready ever heated skin.

Closing my eyes, I try to pull from my mind the last fleeting memories or dreams of my days on the Black Pearl . . . my days with Jack . . .

I once more let out a much prolonged sigh

" What's with the sigh?" said a familiar voice from behind. I turn to find my very best friend hoovering above me, concerned etched withing her face.

"Oh hi Gin. Nothing is wrong"I lied. Too bad for me my friend could easily detect my feeble attempts at lying.

"Yeah I'm so sure," she says as she sits herself near to me. "You know you suck at lying so why even bother?"

I laugh a foolish laugh. "Well, I keep thinking that if I kept at it, one of these days I'll actually improve."

"Not by my standards you won't, "Gin laughs.

"Are you really my friend?" I ask sarcastically. "As long as you keep buying me cokes at lunch I am," Gin snickers.

"What kind of friend mooches off of others?" I ask leaning against the tree's cool bark.

"What friend doesn't?" Gin asks following my example, leaning against the tree. Gin then turns to look at me, noticing my rather ill taste in fashion. "What's up with the Jerry Springer look?"

I look down at myself, seeing my holy jeans and ratty, pizza-stained shirt.

"Felt like rebelling today." I shrugged.

"Yeah, way to go. Let's rebel against the trends of society!" Gin yelled. She looked at her own jeans. "You know . . . I never really liked these icons all that much. "She laughs and with great effort she tore a small opening exposing her knees.

"There!" She laughs.

"You are so incredibly retarded," I laugh.

"Yeah but now I'm a rebelling retard!" She says with a clutched fist. "Oh! Gasp!" Gin cries.

"What? What is it?" I ask in alarm.

"I found some really 'nice' pics!" She says. I smack her upside the head.

"Hey! What was that for?" She yells rubbing her head.

"Don't freak me out like that!" I replied.

"Sorry . . . Well anyways, I found some really good pics of Will Turner! Eeeee! I loof me Will!" She cries with a blush. "Oh! And some of Jack too."

"Hmm . . . " I said indifferently.

"Hey . . . that was not the reaction I was aiming for. What's up?" Gin asks.

"What's the point of pictures when I had the real thing to myself?" I sigh.

"What? The real thing? I'm confused! Oro, oro, oro . . . " Gin responded.

"Yes . . . the real thing . . . or what I thought was the thing." I say now confusing myself.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"I've walked around the Black Pearl Gin! I've seen the Carribean Seas with my very eyes. Felt their waters with my very fingers. I've smelt the very alcohol upon Jack's breath."

I cry. Gin was silent for a few minutes, only giving me looks of concern.

"I always knew you would crack," Gin laughed, but when she caught sight of the seriousness on my face. She seemed to find it humorous no more. "You're serious?"

"No shit Sherlock!" I replied, sarcasm reeking with within my tone. "Well . . . actually I don't know if it was reality or just a dream. A dream so real . . . it might as well have been reality." I fell quiet.

"It was only a dream." Gin assured me or tried too anyway. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she thought my obsession with Pirates of the Caribbean had finally taken its hold on me.

"What makes you so sure it was a dream? You're not the one who experienced it!" I yelled.

"Well, think about it. There are no pirates in the 21st century! Let alone Jack Sparrow!" Gin yelled, her temper equally matching mine.

"It wasn't a dream!" I protested, " . . . I don't want it to be a dream . . . "

"Gin sighed. "Come my friend. Let's go see the Pearl and the pirates within your room." Gin said thinking this suggestion might help better the situation.

"Yeah... okay..." I said standing myself up at this time. Gin did the same.

"Come... let's go watch Jack."

"Gasp!" I ... well... gasped.

"Yo! What's up with the "gasp"? That's my thing!" Gin yelled.

"I can't believe you didn't mention Will Turner!" You say. "How could you?" I ask dramatically.

"I was trying to make you feel better by mentioning Jack instead of my lover!" Gin said.

"Lover? Now look whose finally cracking?" I laugh.

"Don't turn my love for Will into a joke!"

"Oh please... come on, my deranged friend. The Caribbean awaits us." I laugh.

Gin and I finally reached my house.

"Let's have a sleep over at my house!" I suggest.

"Let me guess... the usual P.O.T.C sleep over?"

"That would be the one!"

"Um... okay."

"Yay!" I squealed. "Then it is settled! We shall hold a sleep over at me house!" I say with a poor attempt at "pirate talk".

"Wow... you're psychotic." Gin sighed.

"You're just jealous cause I got to meet Jacky-poo!"

"Puh-leez! I don't care about that drunk."

"Did I mention Will was there?" I ask knowing this was the quickest way to making Gin jealous.

"Will? You saw my Will?" Gin gasped. "Ooh... I hate you."

"Watch your tongue. Your in my house now," I laugh. "Mom! Gin's sleeping over!" I yell feeling that I should keep my mom informed.

"Okay Honey," her distant voice replies. "Have fun!"

"We shall." Gin laughed already running up the stairs. I reach your room and pop in the P.O.T.C DVD. By the end of the movie me and Gin had fallen asleep; Gin on the foot of the bed and me at the head.

My sleep was uneasy and I tossed and turned. Seeking comfort from something, I snuggle closer to it.

"Why... do I smell alcohol?" I thought unconsciously. Whatever it was it was warm, and its warmth enveloped me.

I snuggled closer, yet this time a distant thump echoed within the silent night.

"What? A heart beat?" I thought slowly regaining consciousness after sensing those disturbing observations.

Slowly my eyes open to find a body lying next to me and it wasn't Gin.

"Aaaaahh!" Who the HELL is sleeping next to me?" I scream distancing myself from the sleeping figure.

Through muffled grunts a head and body slowly turned to look at me, and who I saw was...

End Chapter 5

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