OMG! I forgot to do the reviews for the last chapter!
Chapter 2:
Eve: I wouldn't consider it a guilty pleasure. There are alot of good fics like that. Maybe I can make mine on of them? --grin-
POTC4Ever: Yay! Thanks for the review!
Chapter 3:
ta1nt3dluv: Thanks you. I'll keep updating as long as people review.
ThunderBenderPrincess: Yes! 15 points! -hands you a cookie- Since cookies make the world go 'round.
POTC4Ever: Drinks all around! -hands you a drink- Rum doesn't make the world go 'round, but it helps.
Anyway, I'm still searching for a DMC script. If someone could give me a link to one, it would be greatly appreciated!
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Although she had been taking fencing classes for some time and was talented with one sword, two was a challenge she had been wanting to take up for some time. That being so, the style of a pirate was far different than what she was used to and she had to relearn some of even the most basic forms. To make it even more difficult, the ship was pretty shaky.
"You're so stiff! Loosen up, luv, let the blade move your body just as much as you move it in turn."
"I can't help it! I'm going to fall flat on my butt and embarass myself." But, after some practice, she was beginning to get the hang of it. "It's kind of ironic, actually, since I took up fencing only after I had seen 'Pirates'"
"Well, you're glad you did now, aren't you? Now, what did you say you did again?"
"I already told you: Theatre in the spring, swimming in the summer, horseback riding in the fall, fencing in the winter, piano and Girl Scouts year-round."
Even though he was unsure of what some of those things were, he smiled and said, "You're one busy girl then, eh?"
"Yeah." With a sheepish grin and a 'thank-you' she headed down below to try to find some supplies. Going into the Captain's quarters, she found a shiny silver hairbrush, a book, a bar of soap and a canteen of fresh water. She brushed out her hair, put it in the elastic she had on her wrist and after putting the rest into her bag, she fell asleep on the hammock.
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She was roused by the soft thump of the anchor and left to go topside. Yep, this was Tortuga alright. Gross.
"Ah, Tortuga. Will, don't do anything stupid. Grace….. Try to act like a boy." He reached over and took the hat from the head of a passing by pirate and plopped it down on her head. "There. All better."
Grace made a face as Jack continued. "More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep this sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? What do you think?"
"It'll linger."
"I agree with Will on this one. Eew. Ick. Yucky."
"I'll tell you mates, if every town in the world were like this one, no one would ever feel unwanted."
Jack grinned heartily as he extended his arms to the redhead in front of him. "Scarlett!" She smacked him across the face and he shrunk back. "Not sure I deserved that. Giselle!"
"Who was she!"
"What?" He was greeted by another sharp slap across the face. "I may have deserved that."
"Oh yeah. Everyone loves you, Jack."
Slipping into a nearby pig sty, Jack handed both of them a bucket of water. He immediately dumped his on the sleeping man in front of him. "Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot! Mother's love! Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. 'S bad luck."
"Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking."
"Mmhm. Yeah, confusing people always counters bad luck. Didn't you know that?" said Grace sarcastically.
"Aye, that'll about do it." Will dumped his bucket on Gibbs as well. "Blast! I'm already awake!"
"That was for the smell."
Grace, being the only person with a full bucket also decided to empty hers on top of Gibbs. "That was for…. Well, technically it wasn't really for anything, but I thoroughly enjoyed myself. So there."
Stepping into the nearby tavern, Jack leaned over to Will. "Keep a sharp eye and don't let the girl out of your sight." Then, he walked over to a table and sat down with Mr. Gibbs.
Will looked down at her, and she up at him.
"'Sup, dawg."
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About a half-hour later, they were just about to leave when a bullet shot right past Jack head. "Hey! What was that for?"
One rather scruffy pirate stood up, pistol in hand. "Jack Sparrow! I hear the East India Trading Company has a big bounty on your head!"
At the mention of 'bounty', everyone dropped silent and many heads turned toward the spot where they stood. "GET 'IM!" With this, mass pandemonium broke out and anyone who wasn't chasing Jack was trying to eliminate the competition by fighting anyone else they could get their hands on.
'Oh, God. This didn't happen either. What the heck am I going to do now?' Thinking quickly, she crept along the wall untill she spotted someone she knew. "Psst. Giselle?"
"Hey, you're that kid who was following Jack around."
"Yeah. Listen, you probably know this place like the back of your hand, right? Isn't there some back exit or something? Please, I really need to get out of here in one piece."
She nodded. "Go grab your friends and get back here."
Grace drew a sword and pushed her way through the mob, where she grabbed Will's sleeve with her free hand who in turn grabbed Jack's. After once again fighting through the throng of drunk pirates, she thanked Giselle and forced them out the door without a word from either of them. After a moment of them standing there blankly, wondering what had happened, she sighed and rolled her eyes. "Pirates."
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It was dawn and a small group of sailors had gathered on the dock in front the Interceptor. "Feast your eyes, Captain. All of them, faithful hands before the mast, every man worth his salt. And crazy to boot."
"So this is your able-bodied crew?"
Grace tilted her head in their direction. "Motley, maybe. But they're good sailors and good people."
"You, sailor!"
Gibbs nodded. "Cotton, sir."
"Mr. Cotton? Do you have the courage and fortitude to follow orders and stay true in the face of danger and almost certain death? Mr. Cotton! Answer, man!"
Grace knew he couldn't talk, but spoke up anyway. "Answer him! It took him at least twelve takes to get that right!"
"He's a mute. Poor devil had his tongue cut out, so he trained the parrot to talk for him. No one's yet figured how."
Grace chuckled and asked, "Mr. Cotton's parrot. Same question."
"Wind in the sails! Wind in the sails!"
"I'll take that as a yes. Satisfied, Will?"
"Well, you've proved they're mad."
"Maybe, but remember our discussion about madness and brilliance."
"And what's the benefit for us?"
Grace was too busy stroking the feathers on the parrot's head to notice Jack strut down to the other side of the dock. Upon seeing that he was not right behind her she called out, "Jack! You should-"
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"-stand back…." She muttered.
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either."
"No, that one I deserved."
Anamaria screamed into his ear. "You stole my boat!"
"Actually-" He met with another slap. "Borrowed. Borrowed without permission. But with every intention of bringing it back to you."
"But you didn't!"
"And not only that, but he sunk it!"
Anamaria started wide-eyed at her. "He… WHAT?"
Jack interrupted, trying to save his own skin. "You'll get another one."
"I will."
Will, who was also intent to get Jack into more trouble added, "A better one."
"A better one?"
Grace pointed at the Interceptor. "That one."
"What one? That one? Aye, that one. What say you?"
"Aye!", came the cries of the new crew.
Gibbs nervously stepped in front of the Captain. "No, no, no, no, no, it's frightful bad luck to bring one woman aboard, never mind two, sir."
"You can make an exception for little ol'e Gracie here, right?" he said, casually draping his arm over her shoulders. "And as for Anamarie? It'd be far worse not to have her."
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Just wondering, my 'add ruler' button isn't working. Is anyone else having this problem?
