back again! happy now carrie? this entire chapter is from your pov!
ladybirdbuzz, you are soooo nice! you're the only one who's left reviews on this T.T i 3 you
disclaimah- i don't own nuttin but me, carrie, and amanda. yes, i own carrie and amanda. i ate their souls. they now belong to me.
(Carrie's POV)
Okay, so maybe playing poker in the tub while it was walking wasn't such a good idea. But it did prove to be pretty fun, except for that stupid perv in England…
"I fold!" Evie exclaimed loudly.
"Uh, Ev," Amanda said, "You weren't even playing."
"Is that so…?"
By this point, I had noticed that we were faintly bobbing up and down. I sat up and looked over the edge of the tub.
"How'd we end up in an ocean…?"
"An ocean?" Evie asked.
"Beats me," Amanda said, grinning, "with a stick! Oh ho! Aren't I funny?"
I ignored Amanda's sad excuse for a joke, mainly because a dark shape was looming on the horizon.
"A boat!" I said as I recognized what it was, "Maybe they can tell us where we are. AHOY! AHOOOOY!"
Being so preoccupied with catching the crew's attention, I didn't hear much of what Evie and Amanda were saying behind me; something about the boat looking very familiar…
"It's the Black Pearl!" they exclaimed, cutting off my "ahoy"-ing. No sooner had we reached the boat, the captain jumped off and into our tub.
"I'm a pirate, savvy?" Jack Sparrow said. Amanda couldn't resist him.
"You're mine now, savvy?" she said, pouncing on him. Of course, he didn't see a cute teenaged girl jumping on him, since Amanda was in Barrel's body. It's no wonder he freaked out.
"Gah!" he cried, "Get this bloody skeleton kid off me!"
With that, he climbed back on the Black Pearl and sailed rather quickly in the opposite direction.
"Dude…" I said in awe. Who knew we would run into Jack Sparrow on the way! Too bad he wasn't the Jack we were looking for.
"Carrie, don't say 'dude'," Amanda grumbled. She was, of course, angry at being rejected by the most handsome pirate in history (though it wasn't her fault. I'm sure he would have loved her had she been in her own body).
"Okay!" I said, clapping my hands, "Back to business! We've found one Jack, but where's Jack Skellington?"
"Let's go find another Jack!" Evie said, apparently enjoying the adventure. I tried to remind them:
"But we're supposed to be looking for…Oh whatever!" I gave up. Why even try?
We were caught up in yet another game of poker (in which, Evie folded three times, neglecting to remember that she still wasn't playing), when something began falling from the sky.
"It's a bird!" I cried, shielding my eyes with my cards.
"It's a plane!" Evie said, doing the same.
"It's Jack Powers!" Amanda growled. I cringed.
Jack? I thought, Here!
Jack Powers is the scum of the earth, and I'm sorry to say that I dated him for several years before realizing what a jackass he is (I plead temporary insanity). As was expected, when Jack fell into our tub, Amanda's instincts kicked in.
"DIE!" She grabbed him around the neck and proceeded to beat the hell out of him.
"Wait, wait, wait!" Evie yelled, "Let's throw him overboard instead! Carrie, what do you say?"
"Fine by me," I said haughtily, crossing my arms and turning so my back faced him.
"Hey…" Jack said, rather densely, "Aren't you guys from that, uh, Nightmare movie…?"
"Very good, Neanderthal!" Amanda said, "Now why don't you be a good little boy and jump into the ocean. Carrie, help me shove him overboard!"
"Wait…Carrie?" Jack said incredulously.
"What? Oh, yeah, it's me. Not that you should care!" I added.
"Enough talk!" Amanda said and gave him a good shove in the chest that knocked him clear into the water.
"You got us wet, you asshole!" she yelled as we drifted away.
"Another Jack down!" Evie said happily.
Before long, the tub walked onto a gravelly beach and stopped.
"I think it wants us to get out…" Amanda said hesitantly, and began climbing out of our tub. Evie and I followed.
"Let's go look around," Evie said, already starting to walk towards the dark shape of buildings ahead of us.
"Dare we leave our tub, though?" I asked. Amanda patted it.
"Seems pretty content to me."
As we were walking through the deserted city, I began to realize where we were.
"We're in London!" I exclaimed.
"London?" Amanda asked, "Are you sure? It seems like in a big city like London, it would be a lot brighter and busier, even in the middle of the night."
"Yeah," I agreed, "This seems more like London in the 1800s or…something…"
My voice faltered as we all heard a raspy panting coming from the shadows, accompanied by heavy footsteps.
"G-Guys…?" Evie stuttered, "Wasn't there a- a Jack that used to live in London…? In the 1800s…?"
A figure emerged from the darkness, butcher knife in hand.
"JACK THE RIPPER!" we cried in unison.
"Yes, can I help you?" Jack asked. He was drooling, and his right eye didn't quite blink at the same time as the left, but at least he talked like a normal person.
"Uh, yeah, Mr. Ripper," Amanda said cynically, "It would help if you didn't rip out our organs!"
"Wha-? Whatever gave you that idea?" Jack seemed quite flabbergasted.
"Well," Evie interjected, "You're kinda called Jack the Ripper."
"Oh, that," Jack said nonchalantly, "You kids don't have to worry. I only go after whores…Saaay…You aren't a whore, are you, little Miss Witch?" He leaned in closer to inspect me, much to my indignation.
"No!" I screeched and gave him a good slap across the face.
"Sheesh!" He exclaimed as he walked back into the shadows, "Ya didn't have to be so rude about it…"
"Huh!" Evie said, "Who'd have thought that Jack the Ripper could be so nice!"
"Hmph!" I crossed my arms. "Speak for yourself!"
"Aww, you're just mad 'cause he called you a whore!" Amanda said, stifling a laugh.
"Well, actually, he didn't call her one," Evie corrected, "He just had the nerve to ask her if she was one."
I decided to change the subject.
"That's the third Jack we've come across, but still no Skellington! I vote we go back to the tub and try to get to Halloweentown."
"But I wanna look around!" Evie said, puppy-eyed. It's impossible to resist when she gives me that look!
So off we went through London. I had to correct Evie once when she was humming the French national anthem and claiming that it was the British anthem.
Before we realized it, we had wandered off into the rural countryside of England. And guess who we found…
"Hey a hill!" Evie said, pointing to a hill, silhouetted against the moonlight.
"And a well!" I added.
"And two weirdoes standing up there for no particular reason in the middle of the night," Amanda said skeptically.
"Let's go talk to them for no particular reason in the middle of the night," said Evie.
"Yeah," I agreed, "Let's!"
Amanda just shrugged and followed us.
uh-oh! watch out, weirdoes on the hill! there's no telling what we might do to you!