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A/N: I'm just gonna use Remy's accent from the show..meanin he'll be talking without much of an accent. I might not do a good job with Rogue's so don't kill me! And I won't make Sam's as southern as Rogue's accent.
"Good morning, people!" Ellen called out happily, startling everyone.
Everyone started backing away from their director.
"What?" Ellen demanded and sighed. "Can't I just be in a good mood without everyone getting freaked out?"
"Um...no?" Scott tried.
Ellen's eye twitched, but before she could do anything, Ray trotted up to her and held her back.
"'Morning, Ray," she turned to Ray and squeezed him. Ray blushed.
"SHE'S BEEN IN THE MOUNTAIN DEW AGAIN! BE WARNED!" a voice called from the door. Everyone turned to see a little boy about 10 standing there giggling.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU LITTLE RAT? YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE AT HOME! Get home, NOW!" Ellen screamed and started chasing the boy around. Sam gave the two a questioning look and said, "I hope it won't be like this the entire time."
Screams and a crash could be heard, followed by Ellen emerging out of the shadows with the boy slung over her shoulders. "When I come home tonight, you are going to get the worst shocking of your life. Apparently YOU have been in the Mountain Dew again, not me."
"Nope. I stole the spiked Pepsi from dad," the boy started cackling madly.
"I'm going to have a long talk with dad tonight.." Ellen mumbled and shoved the boy out the door.
"Who–" Bobby started but was cut off by the lights flickering and a glare from Ellen.
"Now..." Ellen sighs and plops down in her directors chair. "Lights, camera...action," she finishes weakly.
The scene opens up to a vessel, the Dauntless, coming into view through the thick fog. We see Rogue standing at the rail holding her parasol singing, "A pirates life for me." Suddenly, a hand grasps her shoulder. She gasps, drops her parasol, turns around, and sees the professor.
"Quiet, missy! Cursed pirates sail these waters. You want to call them down on us?" Xavier asks.
"Mr. Xavier," Pyro warns. Logan is standing next to him. "That will do."
"She was singing about pirates. Bad luck to sing about pirates, with us mired in this unnatural fog, mark my words," Xavier replies agitated.
"Consider them marked. On your way." Pyro says. "This sounds so lame.."
"Two minutes into this and there has already been so much complaining!" Ellen groaned. Ray pinched the bridge of his nose and said calmly, "Don't get her angry...or me! Just get on with it!"
"Wait a moment, Ray," Ellen began to look around. "Where are Scott and Jean?"
They heard sounds coming from the closet and decided to investigate. Ellen opened the closet to find...use your imagination people. ..and fainted. Ray caught her since he was standing behind her and covered his eyes.
Jean saw them and used her TK to shove them back. Ray and Ellen flew backwards and landed in an awkward position. Ray was on his back with Ellen on top of him. He blushed 12 shades of red and shoved her off him.
"They make me SO sick," 8-year-old Rogue said.
"Chere, they make EVERYONE sick," equally young Remy blinked.
Ellen electrocuted Jean and Scott, followed Ray back to the chairs, and sighed, "Back to work people."
"Aye, Lieutenant. Bad luck to have a woman on board, too," Xavier grumbled wheeling away. "Even a miniature one." He begins swabbing the deck and takes a quick swig of water in a flask.
Rogue looks up at Pyro and states, "Ah think it would be rather exciting to meet a pirate."
Pyro looks down at her and replies, "Think again, Miss Howlett. Vile and dissolute creatures, the lot of them. I intend to see to it that any man who sails under a pirate flag, or wears a pirate brand, gets what he deserves: a short drop and a sudden stop."
Rogue frowns and turns to Xavier who is making actions of a man being hung.
Logan speaks up, "Lieutenant Allerdyce, I appreciate your fervor, but I am concerned about the effect this subject will have on my daughter."
"My apologies, Governor," Pyro bows and walks off mumbling something incoherent.
"Actually, Ah fahnd it all fascinating," Rogue says.
"And that is what concerns me," Logan replies.
Rogue sighs. She turns sadly back to the bow rail. Out of no where, floats her lost parasol. She smiles and follows it along the boat until it reaches a floating board. On the board lays a little boy, unconscious. "Look! A boy!" she cries, "There's a boy in the water!"
Pyro and Logan rush to the edge and look over. "Man overboard!" Pyro shouts. "Man the ropes! Fetch a hook! Haul him aboard!" All the extras get busy pulling the boy onto the ship. Pyro leans over him. "He's still breathing."
Xavier looks out across the water and exclaims, "Mary, Mother of God!"
This causes Rogue to look see what he's talking about. The crew rushes to the edge of the boat and looks out to see a burning ship, broken in two.
Logan exclaims in shock, "What happened here?"
"Most likely the powder magazine," Pyro answers, "Merchant vessels run heavily armed."
"A lot of good it did them," Xavier says. When Scott looks at him in shock, he continues, "Everyone's thinking it. I'm just saying it. Pirates."
Logan scoffs, "There's no proof of that. It's probably an accident."
"Rouse the Captain immediately," Pyro orders, "Heave to and take in sail. Launch the boats."
One of the crew picks up Remy, now 8 years old, and takes him off. "Amara, I want you to accompany the boy. He'll be in your charge. Take care of him," Logan turned to Rogue.
Rogue nods and follows the extra who is carrying Remy. A life boat stuffed full of sailors goes out to check for more survivors. Rogue watches the boy and gently strokes his hair. He gasps and grabs her arm. "It's okay," she tells him. "Mah name's Amara Howlett."
"Sam Guthrie," Remy manages. "That sounds...so strange."
Ellen clears her throat.
"Ah'm watching over you, Sam," Rogue says. This calms him down and he falls back unconscious. She notices a chain around his neck and checks it out. The pendent is huge, gold and has a skull in the middle. "You're a pirate!" she gasps.
Pyro comes up behind her suddenly and asks, "Has he said anything?"
She quickly hides the necklace behind her. "His name's Sam Guthrie. That's all I found out," she lies.
"Take him below," Scott orders.
Amara's eyes open. The camera zooms out to show her lying in a bed wearing an old fashioned nightgown. She stares into an old lamp with an open fire. She opens a drawer and pulls out everything inside it. She hits a button in the back of the drawer to reveal a false bottom. The medallion lays there. It's obvious it's been in the drawer for a long time. The dust is terrible. As she lifts it, a clean space remains where it once lay. She closes the drawer and rubs the dust off the medallion. It still shines. She looks in the mirror and puts it on.
Suddenly, there's a knock on the door. She glances around and hurriedly puts on a robe.
Logan calls through the door, "Amara, are you alright? Are you decent?"
"Yeah," she calls, out of breath from hurriedly to put her robe on. She hides the pendant under her nightgown. "Yeah."
Logan soon walks in, followed by Jean and Taryn. "Still abed at this hour?" Amara smiles at him. Jean opens the drapes and window. "Oh, it's a beautiful day. I have a gift for you."
Taryn has been holding a box. Logan opens the lid and reveals a beautiful dress. Amara reaches in and grabs it. She gasps, "Oh, it's beautiful."
"Isn't it?" Logan asks.
"May I inquire as to the occasion?"
"Does a father need an occasion to dote upon his daughter?" Logan asks. "Go on."
Amara grins and goes behind the partition to change. Jean and Taryn go to help her.
"Actually, I hoped you might wear it for the ceremony today," Logan states.
"The ceremony?" she asks.
"Captain Allerdyce's promotion ceremony."
"I knew it," Amara says, peeking her head out and back in.
"Commodore Allerdyce, as he's about to become. A fine gentleman, don't you think? He fancies you, you know."
Jean pulls the strings on Amara's corset so tightly, she gasps for air.
"Amara? How's it coming?" Logan asks, thinking it's taking quite a long time to put the dress on.
"It's difficult to say," she replies.
"I'm told it's the latest fashion in Bayville."
"Well, women in Bayville must've learned not to breath."
Arcade walks in and says, "Milord, you have a visitor."
The scene changes to the downstairs lobby, where Sam is waiting. He looks out of place with less than fancy clothes, and he holds a long black box. He acts rather nervous. He sees a candle holder and looks closer, than tugs on it a little. A piece falls into his hand. He tries to stick it back on, but to no avail. So, he stuffs it into the umbrella holder.
Just then, some extra walks through carrying a tea service. And just as he leaves, Arcade is walking with Logan down the stairs.
"Mr. Guthrie," Logan says when the wheelchair hits the floor. "Good to see you again."
"Good day, sir," Sam says smiling. He sets the box on the table and opens it. It contains a rather beautiful sword, made of cardboard, of course. "I have your order." He lifts it out and hands it to the Logan.
"Well," Logan exclaims as he examines it closely.
"The blade is folded steel," Sam explains, "That's gold filigree laid into the handle." Actually, it's gold paint, but that's beside the point. He gestures for Logan to hand it back. "If I may," and Logan gives it back with a smile. Sam balances it on two fingers. "Perfectly balanced. The tang is nearly the full width of the blade." He flips it in the air and catches it gracefully, frightening the old man slightly.
"Impressive. Very impressive," Logan exclaims, as he takes the blade back. "Now, now. Commodore Allerdyce is going to be very pleased with this." He sheaths the sword and hands it back so Sam can replace it into the box. "Do pass my compliments on to your master."
A hurt look crosses Sam's face, but is quickly replaced with a forced smile. "I shall. A craftsman is always pleased to hear his work is appreciated."
Both the men's heads turn as they hear a noise on the stairs. Amara is dressed in the very tight dress and looks absolutely gorgeous.
Her father comments, "Amara, you look absolutely stunning."
She climbs down the stairs gracefully, her heart racing upon seeing Sam. "Sam. It's so good ta see you. I had a dream about you last night."
"About me?" Sam asks shocked.
"Yes," Logan says in a disapproving tone, "Is that entirely proper for you. . ."
Amara completely ignores him and cuts him off, "About the day we met. Do you remember?"
"How could I forget, Miss Howlett?" Sam says, beginning to blush.
"Sam, how many times must I ask you ta call me Amara?"
"At least once more, Miss Howlett, as always."
Logan pipes up, "There, see? At least the boy has a sense of propriety." However, Amara looks hurt. "Now, we really must be going. There you are." He picks up the sword.
Through her hurt-filled eyes, Amara says simply, "Good day, Mr. Guthrie."
"Come along," Logan orders. Everyone follows him out the door.
"Good day," Sam calls after her, and adds under his breath, "Amara."
They lock eyes for a moment as the carriage pulls out of the driveway and Sam continues to watch the carriage as it drives off.
"And cut!" Ellen shouts. "Sam, Amara, Rogue, Remy, Logan, you guys did great!"
"Can I get out of this hideous dress now?" Amara asks leaning against Sam. "I'm running out of breath!"
"Yes! Of course!"
With that, Amara runs to the dressing room, leaving a blushing Sam looking after her.
Ray grins and walks over to Sam. "Like it so far, Sammy?"
"Yeah," Sam replies honestly. "But I'm not gonna like that scene where I'm at the bar," he twitches.
"Hey! I ran out of people to play the slut! So sue me!" Ellen exclaims appearing in between Ray and Sam.(1) She quickly gives Ray another kiss on the cheek before saying, "See ya Ray-Ray! Good job, Sam! Bye!"
Sam smiles, "I'm happy for ya. Hope it works out." Ray glares at him before mumbling, "Is she gonna do that every time?"
"Man, if popsicle-boy saw that, I'd have to kill him," Ray tells Sam. "Damn annoyance. Don't tell anyone, okay?"
Sam nods and says, "You can count on me," and walks off.
(Well...there ya go! Took a while to write. But it was fun! WEE! I LOVE Samara, Romy, and the Ray/Ellen reltionship I'm makin!)
(1) When I use Ellen as a New Recruit in my upcomingstories, I'm gonna make Ray, Sam, and Ellen best friends. But don't worry, I'll still keep the Ray, Jubilee and Amara friendship around, for those of you who noticed that in the show.
I promise to update soon! Yawn Well...I'm tired cuz I had to go to my dad's work from 8:00 P.M. until midnight to help him do stuff...so I'm gonna go to bed early tonight. See ya!