This is the next chapter of Robin and Sparrow. I am writing this chapter from the strange town called Vegas. I see the lights! Oy! Scary…Well, hope you guys like this next chapter. I would also state a few more scary things I have discovered. If you don't want to know any spoilers from the new movie, don't read this little part in parentheses. (Jack might kiss Liz. It's a rumor and there is an actual picture of them almost kissing. Another spoiler is that Bill Turner did really die and he became part of Davy Jones's crew. Will is fighting with Jack in the movie The part where they are sword fighting on the rolling wheel thing in the jungle because Jack has the key to Jones's heart, and it is the only way to get Will's dad off the Flying Dutchman. But the thing is, the only way he could have gotten the key is by Will beating Davy Jones in a duel, but he loses and his dad must stay a board because he didn't want Will to stay aboard. But the story that I read to my baby cousin only gets as far as Jack being chained to the mast and it is starting to sink! What will happen! I can't wait to find out! AHHHH!)
Ella slowly padded down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was early and no one was awake just yet. The kitchen was empty, and it was still dark from the shutters still being closed. Ella padded over to the windows and opened them wide and bright. It was going to be a beautiful day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the ocean wave were hitting softly against the shore. Westly waved to her from the stable as he was bringing hay in for the horses.
Ella sighed, and put her glances back on the kitchen as she looked for pancake ingredients in the cabinets. She shook her head, annoyed at how big this kitchen was in comparison to their homely, cozy galley back on the ship. She pulled out the ingredients, and mixed them in a bowl. She threw more wood in the fire of the small stove as the batter sat. As she was looking for pans, she felt something jump up behind her and grab her around the knees. It was Isabella.
"Hello there, Iz. What are you doing up?" Isabella giggled and stuck one of her fingers in the pancake batter. "Iz! That's not nice! Don't do that!"
"But it's good, Ellie… It tastes like mommy's spancakes! (Yes, my three year old cousin said spancakes once, so I have to use it). Isabella whined. Ella sighed.
"How about you help me make a few? Then you can have some with some white powdered sugar, syrup, and cinnamon. How does that sound, missy?" Ella poured some of the batter into a pan. Isabella nodded excitedly and grabbed a wooden spoon from the counter.
Ella put the pan on the stove, and picked up Isabella sitting her on a stool she could stir the batter for a little bit to make it more solid. Ella mixed more batter into a bowl and watched Isabella closely as she was playing baker as she stirred the bubbling batter. Ella giggled softly as Isabella knocked over the bowl. "All done!" Isabella claimed as she smiled at the mess she made.
"Oh goddess, Iz, look what you did." Ella giggled. "Need some help there, missy?"
"Yes… I do." Isabella said, nodding. Ella kneeled down with a towel and placed it over the mess, starting to wipe it up. Isabella took a towel from the counter and tried her best to do as Ella did with little success. Ella smiled and encouraging smile, and put the little girl on the counter as she finished.
"Morning." A voice said, behind Ella. Ella turned to see Westly behind her. He held fire wood and brought it over to the small pile by the stove.
"Morning to you too." Ella went back to stirring the batter in the bowl.
"I trust you slept well then, Miss." Westly came over to the counter and watched her stir the batter.
"I did." Ella still didn't look up from the bowl. "And I don't like to be called a Miss. Its too formal for my tastes. My name is Ella."
"Very well, Ella. As you wish, then." Ella bit her lip finding this too good to be true, but did not show it. Isabella watched her closely, wanting to get her hand in the batter. "Is there anything else I can help you with, Westly?"
"You need some help with breakfast? I can be quite handy in the kitchen when I try…"
Ella smiled. "But of course you can help if you so wish it."
Robin's POV, her room
Robin woke up that morning alone in her bed, the way she liked. No Jack Sparrow as what had happened the morning before. She still felt strange about what had happened the night before. Did she really hold Blackbeard's only treasure? She had seen Blackbeard's journal when she was but a child, when it was in her father's book shelves and night by night he would read her pieces of it. When she was old enough and had learned to read, she read it herself, the entire journal written in Blackbeard's hand.
She was even sure now that she had his map, but still something didn't feel right. Maybe it was the fact she hadn't told any of her mates yet? Or was it the fact that she wasn't sure she had the right map? Or maybe it was the fact that her crew wasn't the only pirate crew at this moment in Port Royale. All Robin know was, she definitely needed to goon this adventure to find out for sure.
Slowly she got out of bed, and shuffled her feet against the smooth, shiny marble floor. It was cold because the windows hadn't been opened in her room yet, but she didn't mind too much. Robin slowly slipped on her shirt, breeches and boots, after throwing off her night shirt. Today, Ella's ladylike dancing, eating, and other types of ladylike training would begin. Robin would be bored out of her mind, but she had to help since this would be her if Ella hadn't volunteered.
Robin slowly made her way out of her room and into the hall. Jack Sparrow stood in the hallway with an amber-brown bottle with a brown liquid sloshing around inside the bottle. Jack held to opening of the bottle to his lips and drank some of it. "Mornin' luv."
"Rum? In the mornin'?" Robin walked over to him and took the bottle from him, then not as Jack expected her to do, she drank what was left in the bottle. "Your bottle is too small."
"Luv! You took me rum!" Jack stated angrily. Robin smiled and giggled.
"Aye! I did! Damn good rum too, if you ask me! Nothing better then rum in the mornin' except maybe a damn good fight!" Jack's eyebrow went up, very suspicious of Robin actions. Robin smirked at him, and handed his empty rum bottle back to him. "You really need o' get some of that good Irish stuff. If you're not busy later, I'll let you come back to my ship and you can taste a bit."
"I might. I have t' think 'bout it. When would ye like me t' come?" Jack Sparrow knew she was probably cooking up a plan to get him back for the bed thing, but he could always play along and maybe get her first. "It sounds like an interestin' proposition. I would really like tha'."
"Around sunset…I suppos'. You know which ship is min', right?" Robin looked up at him. Jack nodded. Robin smirked again. Maybe Jack Sparrow isn't so bad…
"Fire! Fire in the kitchen!" Someone yelled from downstairs. Robin looked at Jack, and he nodded, following her as she ran down the stairs after her, into the kitchen. Robin stuck her head, looking in to see Westly standing in front of the small stove with a little flame, not going anywhere with Westly trying to beat it out and Ella over by the sink, trying to get a cup of water to throw on the small flame. But in the midst of all this, Isabella is giggling at Westly, who is panicking over the small flame that isn't going anywhere anytime soon because of the marble counters. (And as any smart person who knows what marble is, finished marble can't burn. Actually, any marble can't burn, unless it is somehow liquid, but that is how you harden it. Heat. I will stop talking now.)
"Oh, bullocks! Westly, throw some water on it!" Robin came in quickly, taking the cup of water from Ella, and throwing it on the small flame, and splashing some on Westly. "God, damn! What is your problem boy? Don't ye know that marble like that can't burn or spread!"
Westly looked quite confused, as was Jack who just came in at that moment. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I was just trying to assist miss Ella, but my cooking skills are not to brag about."
"So ye try to burn the house down in order to show off for me second mate? Is that it?" Robin sounded annoyed. "Men! God! Get out of this kitchen! Go!"
"But-"
"No buts, Westly! Out!" Robin was definitely annoyed. Westly quickly scurried out of the kitchen. Ella moved her hands of Isabella's ears, seeing as she had put the on earlier so she wouldn't have heard Robin's small curse, but still Isabella would have picked it up easily, and the entire crew would never hear the end of it from Elizabeth.
"I told ye to stay away from him, Ella. Ye disobeyed my direct order! Ye are so lucky we aren't on the ship or I would have had ye whipped!"
"But Captain-"
"No. If I see ye with him again, I will do what I have to, to persuade ye to obey my orders. Now, go get dressed for yer training and let the maids and cook make breakfast next time!" Ella rushed off past Robin and Jack, up the stairs and into her room. Jack approached Robin slowly, hoping not to set her off more.
"You seemed a bit harsh on them, luv. It was jus' an accident." Jack put his hands on her shoulders. A bit surprised at that action, Robin let him keep them there.
"Yea…I know…But when I give direct orders, I want them followed…It's a captain thing, ye know?" Robin sat down in the chair at the counter. Jack slid into the seat next to her.
"Aye, luv. I know how it is. Good captains act alike, ye know. They make friends with thee crew, but they also know how to hold the reins. You're a great captain, lass and as me granny Sparrow put it, 'Ye don't take no crap from no one.'"
Robin smiled at Jack. "Thanks Jack. I'll see ye later tonight, righ'?"
"Aye. Of course lass."
Right after breakfast, in the ball room…
"All right…Now, the key to dancing like a lady is being light on your toes, while being both graceful and calm." Elizabeth slide gracefully across the floor over to Will. Will held her hands and dipped her gracefully. Elizabeth pulled herself even more gracefully and curtsied. "Do you think you could do that Ella?"
"Uh…" Ella bit her lip, eyeing Elizabeth and Will. "I'm really not so sure about it Liz…Are ye absolutely sure about having to dance at ball?"
"Yes! I am sure! Ella, you must do this for me. All right…let's try something else…How about working with an actual partner?"
"Um…sure. I could try that." Ella looked at Elizabeth hopefully. Elizabeth nodded to Will who went out into the hall, soon coming back with Westly dressed in clean clothes. Ella bit her lip, Robin's words ringing in her head. "Liz, Robin has given me a direct order to stay away from Westly. She said-"
"Ella, don't be silly. If I am watching you, then Robin will have no objections. Plus, it is my house, and what I say goes. Now, Ella, please take Westly's hands and prepare for a waltz." Ella walked over to Westly from the middle of the ballroom floor. Westly slipped his hands into hers. Robin watched from a corner in the hallway, where she was not seen by any of them. Elizabeth cranked the music player and soon the music started. Ella looked at Westly, and not at her toes, as she had been trying to do for hours.
"You're doing well, miss Ella." Westly whispered to her. Ella smiled at him, and tried hard to concentrate on the dancing. She made fewer mistakes with Westly, seeing as Westly seemed more fit for her as a partner than Will.
"As I've told you many times, master Westly…My name is Ella, and I wish to be called Ella."
"As you wish…Ella." Westly smiled, as if finally perfecting something and getting a reward for it. Ella smiled back and continued with the dancing. Slowly, the waltz came to an end, and slowly, the partners pulled apart.
"That was excellent, Ella!" Elizabeth clapped, overjoyed Ella had gotten right after four hours of working. "I think you really have it down. And thank you, Westly. We might need you tomorrow. Please go back to your tasks."
"Yes, madam."
Later that day near sunset, in Robin's cabin on her ship…
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life fer me!" Robin sang drunkenly, and then burst out in a fit of giggles. Jack laughed along with her. Both of them were a bit drunk, but not enough to not know what was going on.
"Yer an amusin' drunk, luv." Jack snickered and took another gulp from the bottle of rum. "Is dis what ye do every night?"
"Well…somethin' along those terms. Last night I was in thee pub by Liz's house." Robin snickered and laid back on her bed. "I think I was wrong about ye, Jack Sparrow. I don't think yer that bad."
"Really then? I was sure ye hated me." Jack laid on his stomach, and looked up at her. She smiled at him, and sat up taking the rum bottle from him, chugging it down. "Easy now, luv. Don't want to get too drunk, or Liz'll have a fit."
"Awww, come on, Jack! One more bottle! We'll share it!" Robin threw the bottle on the bed, and it rolled off, not breaking, but crashing against the wall. Jack winced and then smirked.
"All right. One more bottle, but just take it easy, luv." Jack pulled another rum from her rum cabinet. He opened it and handed it to her. Robin drank half of it quickly and then handed back to him as she laid back. "Going to take a little nap, luv?"
"Aye. Just for a bit. Keep your hands to yourself, aye?" Jack nodded as he drank the last of the rum in the bottle and looked over at a napping Robin. She smiled in her sleep. Jack smiled, and placed the rum bottle on her dresser. Robin turned over, and when she did, a rolled up scroll of paper fell from her pocket. Jack watched it, curiously as it rolled across the floor and slowly opened it.
'Ello, what's that? Jack slowly got off the bed and looked down at the paper. A map? Jack read the map, and wondered how Robin had gotten her hands on such an amazing map such as this one. The map of Blackbeard's treasure.
Robin, update your stories! lol. I'll have more updates to come, and I would really appreciate it if you all would review. I have a new Zoey 101 story from some of you and the Titanic story will be updated soon too. Keep in mind, all reviewers, I am trying to work on a few other writing projects, so I will try to write this stuff, but I also want to do my other projects, savvy? Oh, and spoilers are coming too. POTC RULES! (Oh, and note for those of you who have some spare money and cash, there is a children's series about Jack when he was a teen. Facts: Did you know Jack is resistant to sirens? He is, and apparently not all women are. He has also used the word 'beastie' before POTC 2. He used it in book two, twice. Oh, and everyone wish Desiree a happy three months! She is now three months! Oy! Love you lass! Oh, and one more thing before I let you go, Happy birthday, Mumu! I'm sorry I wasn't there for your birthday! Miss you, babe! Kisses and Hugs!
