A/N: I've disabled the anonymous reviewer thingy so all ye anonymous reviewers, go and review!
"Co-inspired" by dani-the-strange. Written by yours truly.
I was recently asked by a friend of mine who had read this fic why I hate Mary Sues so much. To tell you the truth, I really did not have an answer. After a long time of thinking while waiting for my bus, I came to the conclusion that I don't hate Mary Sues. (gasp! shock!) I just like poking fun at them. Who doesn't love a fluffy romantic fic, however unrealistic the characters are. This is fanfiction and for me at least it offers a nice escape from my boring life. I hope that is all clear.
DISCLAIMER: see previous chapter
After Wesley's suggestion that Ethel should really get out more - not only because she spent her nights in her room studying that pendant, but also for the monkey's ulterior motives that were crucial to the story - the pair were to be found at the Faithful Bride.
Ethel was on her fifth tankard of rum. She had never had rum in her life but had decided that very night to get drunk off her ass.
Ethel: (dancing on top of table) A pirate's life is the life for me! Yo ho ho and a bottle of Yum! (pauses) Hold on, wrong movie. Ahem. Yo ho, yo ho a pirate's life for me!
PickyReader: How does she actually know that song is she isn't a) a pirate b) know any pirates and c) lost her memory?
PertReader: Because the author doesn't know any pirate songs and "Row Row your Boat" hardly has the same effect.
PickyReader: Quite right.
Wesley sat on a small box on a chair so he could reach the table. He had absolutely refused to have his drink on the table, like some common unsophisticated rum drinking monkey. Ethel looked like she was having the time of her life, singing like a complete moron, totally off key. He spotted the man that they had run away from a few nights ago, sitting a table away, drinking happily, laughing and singing loudly.
Wesley: (writes) Singing lessons for pirates. Check.
Ethel's dancing had taken a more vibrant swing as she literally swung off the table and onto the crowd of dirty customers of the bar. Wesley reached for his shovel, ready to beat any man who wasn't a certain pirate who was essential to the story into a bloody pulp if he decided to grope his charge. It was just as well, Wesley thought as he stored his shovel into his corset, watching the person's arms that Ethel had landed in.
Ethel: (falls on Jack's lap) Oh my! (giggles) I must have fallen off the table! (titters wildly) I'm so very sorry!
Jack: Hey…don't I remember you? (scrunches face as he tries to remember what he did after eating all those mushrooms) Yeah you were that –
Ethel: (passes out. In Jack's arms. DUN DUN DUN!)
Jack: (looks up at the Powers That Be, out of Captain Jack Sparrow mode) Oh god, seriously?
Author: Seriously dude.
Jack: (back in Captain Jack Sparrow mode, sighs) This should be interesting, very interesting.
Sorry for the short chapter, but there's that little thing called school that I have to worry about.