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I poked the chicken with my fork and I found out it was still alive.
BRAWK
"WHO COOKED THIS CHICKEN…I mean, who TRIED to cook this chicken!"
"Me." A little boy muttered. It was the boy from Port Royal, the boy I had given the money to. I had to laugh; it had to be the cutest thing I had ever seen. A little boy cooking for a whole bunch of pirates. I walked over to him and gave him the biggest hug I could, don't ask me why I did but I think he enjoyed it.
"Come on," I grabbed the chicken from its legs and carried it to the kitchen. "Let's make a proper chicken." He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen.
"This is going to be interesting." I thought.
"Come here chickie. I will not hurt you." I said sweetly, with a butcher knife behind my back. "Come out, and I promise I wont hurt you." I ask for the young boy, who's name is Andrew, to do one simple thing and he can't even do that! I told him to hold the chicken while I cut its throat, but, he let go of it, so now, we were on a wild 'chicken' chase in the kitchen to find 'Bucky.'
"Why on earth would you call a chicken…'Bucky'?" I asked Andrew. He shrugged and continued searching for him. In the corner of my eye, I saw a blob of white feathers hiding behind the box of rum. I crept towards it and grabbed the stupid chicken by the neck. It squawked and shuffled around as much as it could, but I kept my grip on it and gently put it down on the counter. Surprisingly, it didn't move. I began talking to the bird as I circled it.
"Listen here Bucky…you are a chicken and your purpose in life is to die so people like Andrew and I can eat. So, suck in your stomach…" He did. "Look proud…" He did. "…And, die with honor." I raised the knife above my head and was about to plug it deep into Bucky, but, I couldn't bring myself to do it. I dropped the knife and looked at Bucky.
"You are one lucky chicken." I grabbed it and walked into the galley to tell everyone the bad news. "Looks like your all eating apples tonight because there is no way I will let you touch this chicken." Right after that, I walked out of the galley and all I heard was total silence. That didn't last to long, Jack shouted a stream of curses and came running out after me. I dropped the chicken in the supply room with some of the cats and other animals. He ran far into the corner as Jack ran into the room.
"WHERE IS THE CHICKEN LUV!"
"I don't know." I fibbed.
"IF YE DON'T GIVE ME THE CHICKEN NOW…YE'LL BE SWABBIN' THE DECK UNTIL YE COLLPASE."
"OH NO I WON'T!"
"LUV, IT'S JUST A CHICKEN!"
"WELL, SO ARE YOU. SO WHY DON'T WE JUST EAT YOU?"
"Because I'm the Captain." Jack whispered through gritted teeth.
"That's nice." I murmured.
"Ye owe me something ta eat then luv. We have ta have Elizabeth's cooking. Do ye know what this is going ta do ta me!"
"Poor baby." I laughed, dragging him back into the galley.
"Say it Jack."
"Fine! Elizabeth's food wasn't that bad." Jack forced himself to say. I smirked. "Don't ye be smirking at me missy. Ye already caused enough trouble today."
"And your point is?"
"Never mind." Jack grumbled. "Gibbs, Samantha here has offered ta do the dishes."
"NO I DIDN'T!" I shouted.
"Now lass, it's either that or ye'll be scrapin' more barnacles off the side of the ship."
"Are ye coming, Sam?" Gibbs asked standing in the doorway connecting the galley and the kitchen.
"Yes…stupid jerk." I muttered angrily as I walked by Jack.
"Thanks luv. Appreciate ye making fun of me."
(Jack's P.O.V)
"Anytime Cap'n." Sam exclaimed and then she disappeared into the kitchen. I shook my head and turned my attention to the Turner's laughter.
"What?" I asked them.
"She gets on your nerves so easily." Elizabeth snorted.
"Ye two are so kind." I said sarcastically. "Well, as much as I love talkin' to ye two, I have to sail me pride and joy."
"Goodnight Jack." Will and Elizabeth said in accord.
"Alright, that was disturbin'." I made my way up to the helm and gently began to pull me ship out of port. I was almost their when I heard a voice scream my name.
"Jack! Jack Sparrow." A familiar voice yelled. I squinted my eyes and noticed a petite woman standing on the docks. "It's me…Annabelle!" Now I remembered, she was the lass from the pub. I dropped the anchor myself and rowed out to her as quickly as possible.
"What do ye need luv?"
"I was wondering if maybe I could come with you to Italy. I need to get away from…" She turned around and looked at Tortuga. "This." I thought it over for a minute but thought that maybe I could have some fun with her; after all she is the only girl I haven't had me way with.
"Alright luv. Come to me beauty." She laughed and slowly stepped into the boat.
"Welcome aboard the Black Pearl luv."
"It's wonderful." She smiled.
"Why don't ye go down ta the galley and find Samantha. She'll be happy ta see ye." She nodded and made her way downstairs. I hauled the anchor back up and began to sail away into the distance of my treasure. The thing was…I don't know where it is. The stupid map is in some kind of language that I can't understand and Ana won't tell me what it means! I told her I know what it means but that made things worse.
"If you know it then ye don't need me ta tell ye."
Bloody woman. I'll never understand her…let alone all of them.
(Sam's P.O.V)
"ANNABELLE!" I shrieked. She hugged me and I laughed. Annabelle was a really good friend, without Jack knowing I snuck out into Tortuga, with the help of the crew, and met up with her. We had a lot in common, she was Italian, she loved chicken and she had 2 older sisters of her own that were mean to her.
"Samantha!" She smiled. "I've missed you." I hadn't visited her in two days.
"Sorry, Jack's very protective. I don't know why."
"YE DON'T KNOW WHY? YER THE BLOODY PRINCESS OF ITALY THAT'S WHY I WORRY!" Jack shouted from behind us.
"Do you have to be so loud?" I asked.
"Aye, I do."
"Is that the only reason you worry about her Jack?" Annabelle smirked.
"YER DAMN RIGHT IT'S THE ONLY ONE! I ain't go no feelings for her of all people."
"You are so charming." I sighed.
"Thank ye."
"Jack, I'm too tired to argue with you tonight. I just want to go to sleep."
"Alright luv. Annabelle, I'll get Ana to get you a room ta sleep in. Night luv." He winked.
"Night Annabelle." I yawned as Jack pulled me out of the room.
"God, I love beds." I said, jumping on the bed as Jack took his boots off.
"Ye aren't a good princess."
"Aw, that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me." I said, hugging him.
"Luv…" My eyes went wide.
"Ok, no."
"I wasn't gonna ask ye to sleep with me! Unless ye want ta…"
"NO!"
"Alright, alright. It was worth a try. Can ye stop jumping and get under the covers?"
"Yeah…I can but maybe I don't want to…" I began but Jack tackled me and pinned me on the bed.
"That's the way it's gonna stay…Savvy?"
"Savvy."
"Good." Jack smiled. He got off me and I propped myself on my elbows and immediately wish I hadn't done that. There was Jack standing in all his glory, with no shirt on.
"Like the view luv?" Jack smirked.
"Huh? Oh…No." I fibbed. It was nice, but I do not like Jack that way. Jack blew out the candle and climbed into bed. His arm found his way around my waist and I wanted to kill him.
"Jack…do you really want me to hurt you?" I asked sweetly.
"How could ye, a girly princess, hurt me?" Ok, calling me a princess is one thing but calling me girly is horrible. He crossed the line on that one. I brought up my arm and slammed him in the face with my elbow.
"BLOODY HELL!"
"What?" I asked innocently.
"Y...er…blod...weh." I think Jack meant to say, "Yer a bloody wench."
"No I'm not, and besides, now you know better. So, leave me alone." I muttered right before I fell asleep.
"Captain!" Said a very faint voice. "Are ye coming?" I slowly raised my head and heard it. There was rain pelting down hard onto the ship, thunder boomed and lightening flashed in everything direction cracking as it light up the dark sky.
"Aye Gibbs! Calm down…Samantha, good yer up. Stay down 'ere!"
"What if I don't want to?"
Jack sighed. "Luv, please. I don't need this right now." I nodded. "Good, now stay put and I know it's difficult for ye, but STAY DOWN HERE AND DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID!"
"Alright, you don't need to scream! Now, go!" Jack ran out of the room and up the stairs leaving me all alone and bored. "God, what am I suppose to do down here?"
"Play jacks?" Said a mysterious voice coming from under the bed. I grabbed a candlestick and slowly pulled up the covers. I screamed but stopped once a tiny hand clamped my mouth shut. It was Andrew.
"Shh misses. Do ya wants them to hear us?"
"It's…" I took his hand off my mouth. "It's only a storm; they won't care if we scream."
"Misses…didn't Jack tell ya wheres we are travelling ta?"
"He said we are going after some treasure."
"Misses, we are goings through shadowlands grave." I looked into the boy's eyes and I knew he wasn't lying to me.
"That son of a b…femmina." (Bitch) I got up and waked out of the room as calmly as I could but as soon as I shut the door I started yelling. I ran up to the deck and made my way out into the pouring rain. I walked around looking for Jack and I finally found him near the sails. I walked up to him and started hitting him.
"YOU JERK!"
"LUV, WHAT DID I DO NOW?" Jack shouted, trying to block my punches and kicks.
"YOU NEVER TOLD ME WE WOULD BE GOING OVER SHADOW LANDS GRAVE!"
"Well, now ye know."
"YOU ARE A REAL JERK!"
"I know…" Jack smirked and began to walk away.
"TURN THIS SHIP AROUND NOW!" I screamed. He turned around and gave me a look of disbelief.
"Ye don't control me ship. I am the Captain so I don't 'ave ta listen to ye."
"Turn, it…around now." I hissed.
"No…wait a minute. YER SUPPOSE TA BE BELOW DECK!" I looked around and smiled.
"Oh yes…I forgot because I WAS WORRIED THAT ANDREW, ANNABELLE, AND I MIGHT DIE YOU IGNORANT PRICK!" The next thing I knew I was picked up like a rag doll and brought below deck.
"Watch her." Jack growled, tossing me onto the bed next to Annabelle and Andrew like a sack of potatoes.
"What a jerk." I said as soon as Jack was out of the room. "How could he do that to me? I told him I'd go, but he never told me we'd be going over shadow land's grave."
"What is 'shadow land's' grave?" Annabelle asked, sitting on the floor with Andrew on her lap.
"Shadow land grave is a very powerful undercurrent that brings up the most powerful storms and waves. It has killed many."
"Golly misses for a princess; you sure know a lots about sailing and the sea." Andrew piped up.
"Thanks."
"Well, what are we going to do?" Annabelle asked, stumbling as a wave hit the starboard side.
"I guess we are going to have to wait it out in here." I sighed, laying on the bed.
"GIBBS! TAKE THE HELM!" Jack shouted, competing against the thunder and waves.
"SURE THING CAP'N." Gibbs shouted back. The little man ran there as fast as his legs could without falling and took over the helm. Jack jumped down the steps and walked over to Will.
"HOW ARE WE DOING MATE?"
"She can't last any longer! We have to drop canvas!"
"Are ye sure?" Suddenly there was a loud crack of thunder and a lightening bolt ripped right through the sail. "DAMNIT! STUPID STORM, I GIVE UP YE WIN!" As soon as he said that, the storm didn't quite end but it lightened up to a warm mist of raindrops gently beating down on the ship.
"Jack, God of the sea." Ana muttered.
"I'm gettin' to old for this." Jack murmured, rubbing his temples with his index fingers.
: Below Deck : (Sam's P.O.V)
"Did you ever realize how extraordinary fingers could be?" Annabelle asked, staring at her hands.
"98, 99, 100! Here I come Andrew." I giggled, looking under the bed for Andrew. We were playing hide and seek. I looked everywhere for him. In the closet, under the desk, behind the door and even in the basin. He wasn't anywhere.
"Andrew?" There was no answer. I opened the door and walked out into the hallway and looked for him.
"Andrew, this isn't funny anymore. Where are…ouch." I said, bumping into someone.
"'Ello luv."
"Oh great…it's you." I said to Jack.
"Don't be so thrilled." He told me with sarcasm dripping out of every word. "Ye ain't suppose ta be out here."
"You…" I said jabbing him in the chest. "Do not own me and besides, I'm looking for Andrew."
"YE LOST THE CHILD. YER GOIN' TA BE A HORRIBLE MOTHER."
"Thanks." I muttered sarcastically. "Just help me find him." I walked into the galley and began calling his name. Jack soon followed me and started off by looking in the silverware drawers.
"Oh yes, he is really going to fit in there."
"Shut up, at least I'm helping."
"True." Suddenly, the candles went out leaving Jack and I in total darkness. The sudden lost of light made me loose my footwork and I accidentally fell into Jack and we both landed in a heap on the galley floor.
"That 'urts luv." Jack moaned. My eyes adjusted to the dark and I saw my elbow had landed on Jack's, um, little helper.
"Sorry." I blushed, moving my elbow away from there. I got up and tried to find some light but I bumped into something else. Something smaller than Jack.
"Andrew." I sighed shaking my head.
"Sorry misses."
"It's alright." I smiled, grabbing his hand and guiding him throughout the dark obstacles of tables, benches and rum bottles on the floor.
"Eh…is anyone going ta 'elp me?" Jack asked.
"Yes." I laughed, and made my way over to him and pulled him up. Jack jumped up and we were inches away from each other. He moved his head closer to mine and I did the same. It was the moment.
"Misses!" Andrew yelled. I jerked my head the other way and ended up hitting Jack in the nose.
"Ouch!" Jack exclaimed.
"Sorry." I shouted. "What is it Andrew?"
"I found a boot!"
"That's wonderful." I sighed. "Come on Jack. Let's get your bloody nose cleaned up."
"Luv! It hurts." Jack moaned in pain.
"Oh for goodness sake. I didn't hit your nose that hard, besides, it's only bleeding!"
"Well, it still hurts and it stings!"
"Oh for goodness sake." I said grabbing his face and pulling him closer to me. I slowly blew on his nose as I applied the rum onto it. I looked into Jack's eyes and he stared back. I blushed and thrust my head back.
"Geez luv, throw me head back hard enough?"
"Baby." I frowned. "There all cleaned up." I stated proudly as the blood subsided.
"Luv, ye know about before...when we were close."
"Oh, just forget about it." I turned around to cover my massive smile and blush. There was an awkward silence after that.
"Luv?" Jack asked, breaking the silence.
"Mm hmm?" I said, pretending to be busy cleaning my clothes.
"Ye realize this 'appened because that little child found a boot." Jack hissed. I snorted and tried to hold in my laugher but I failed miserably. I burst out laughing and Jack sat up and just glared at me.
"S'not funny ye know!"
"Jack, trust m-me it…it really is." I stuttered out still giggling. "I…I mean thi-think about it. It was over a…a BOOT!" Jack looked at me and started laughing also.
"See…" I began once the laughter died down. "It was funny."
"Yer right." Jack proclaimed, getting under the covers.
"Of course I am." I smiled, snuggling into the warmth of the bed. "I am a princess."
"Ah, yes." Jack yawned. "A bloody amazing one at that."
"What?" I asked amazed.
"I said yer amazing." I was shocked.
"Goodnight Jack." I got no response. 'I said yer amazing.' Were the last words I heard from him all night.
CaptainDuckula out!