A/N #1: Yeah! This is my first fanfic ever! Well, I guess it's not MINE. My cousin helped me…a little. Well, enjoy. R&R! Flames accepted, I think it's fun when people insult me! (Please don't really, this is my first story. Your mean words could damage my writer's spirit forever!) –Stephie, co-author
A/N #2: I'm Cicada and I'm writing this story with my cousin. The poor dear needed my help so who was I to refuse?
Minion: She did not ask you to help! You butted in like you usually do!
Cicada: SILENCE FOOL! As I was saying, I am helping my poor inexperienced cousin with her work
(Stephie weeps at the horrible insults being dealt to her) Yeah. . . So here it is. Also, if you like Yu Yu Hakusho please read my fanfic "A Family Secret" (plug plug). TO THE FIC NOW!
Minion: You are a strange person. . .
Cicada: SILENCE!
Disclaimer: Boo hoo hoo, we don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, Lord of the Rings, Mario Kart (Oh wait, my cousin DOES own that!), or any other random registered and trademarked stuff. We do own Zerlina, all the penguins, and ourselves. And Stephie is not a hobbit. (Stephie yelling at top of lungs "YES I AM! I HAVE THE FEET I TELL YOU!"). Yes. Enjoy!
Pirates of the Caribbean Curse of the Mary Sue
Chapter One : And So It Begins. . .
Jack Sparrow, no, Captain Jack Sparrow stood on the dock and let himself stare unabashedly at the most gorgeous woman he ever set his eyes on. The woman had flaxen, flowing hair that reached down to her ankles, and shimmered like gold. Her eyes were a deep cerulean blue that reminded Jack of his love of the sea. She had ruby red lips that were just asking to be kissed. She wore a rippling white gown that was so bright it seemed to give off a light of its own, perfectly complementing her sensuous figure. She noticed Jack staring at her utter beauty and she smiled presumptuously at the gawking pirate. Jack collected himself and grinned roguishly at the living art before him. The woman floated down the gangplank, her steps as dainty and graceful as a young gazelle (glorious!). She waltzed over to where Jack stood, his mouth agape.
"Hello, gentle sir, my name is Zerlina Swann. I am Elizabeth Swann's cousin from England and I am come to visit her. Have you made Elizabeth's acquaintance before, kind sir?"
Jack, dumbstruck, gasped in shock. She looks just like Elizabeth, but even more radiant! He finally found his tongue and replied, "I have known Elizabeth, but you are far fairer than she, lady!" Jack exclaimed.
Zerlina blushed modestly. "You are too kind, sir."
"Please lady, call me Jack," he said, "Jack Sparrow."
I would bequeath her my name as Captain Jack Sparrow, but I fear she would think me a vain man.
"It has been a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sparrow, but I must take my leave of you now. I hope to see more of you sir, during my stay here."
Zerlina started to walk away from the pathetic, awe-stricken pirate. Jack panicked; afraid this beautiful specimen would leave him now.
"Wait!" he cried out, taking a hold of her delicate, pure white hand. She turned back to him with a strange look on her face. A small flicker of hatred surged through her eyes, but was quickly replaced with a look of pity and care. Jack let go of her hand, feeling sheepish due to his audacious outburst.
"Worry not, fair sailor, I shall see you in the morrow," Zerlina soothed him, smiling kindly at him. She turned again, and walked over to the waiting carriage and daintily hopped inside. Jack stared longingly after her. He was brought out of his trance by the familiar squawking of Cotton's parrot. Gibb's leaned over the railing of the Black Pearl, and yelled out to his captain, "Are we to set sail today, Captain?" he questioned.
Jack turned to his crew member. "Nay," he called, "we shall tarry a while longer on Port Royal." Gibbs thought that surely the captain must be jesting. But when he looked back, he saw that Jack had turned, and was staring out into the fading afternoon sun, seeming to have perfectly forgotten that they were going to set sail early that evening, before Commodore Norrington returned to Port Royal from exterminating rum-runners. Gibbs, though baffled, swiveled to look at the crew, and commanded them to tie the ship to the dock instead of opening the sails and hoisting anchor. They all stared at him disbelievingly. Then, when they realized he was serious, the crew quickly followed his orders, but not without confused glances at each other as they worked. Gibbs twisted around to look back at Jack. "Somethin' must be ailing the Cap'n," he muttered under his breath. Gibbs's guess was not too far off, for Captain Jack Sparrow had been caught in the Mary Sue's diabolical spell!
