Thanks to all my loyal readers over the last year and a half it's taken me to post this thing (hahaha). This is the final chapter in Pirates in the Pantry I. I will be posting my newest adventure in this saga, a Rent fic, Bohemians in the Bathroom as soon as possible. Meanwhile, read goldnote's 2 fics, Elves in the Shower, the one that started it all and the one that comes after Pirates in the Pantry I, Kender in the Closet, a Dragonlance fic. Even if you aren't into those two fandoms, they're still quite funny. :D So check 'em out and here's the final chapter:
D.C. The mouse owns everything. :(
I opened my eyes as the light shined throught my bedroom window. Could it have all been a dream? Chelsea, Alicia and Anna still slept quietly on the floor in their sleeping bags. Alicia hugged her pillow with a death grip, Anna slept, mouth open, a snore escaping every so often. Chelsea was motionless. I crawled out of bed, careful not to step on any limbs that didn't belong to me and picked up my sweatshirt off the floor. I pulled it on as I went into the kitchen. My parents were already awake and at the table, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper.
"Morning, Sweetheart." my dad said.
"Hey Daddy." Looking around I didn't see anything out of the ordinary. It had been just a dream. An extremely messed up dream brought on by too much caffiene, sugar, super nachos and cookie dough. Of course it had been! Movie characters in my house? Yeah right. Erik admitting he loves me, and kissing me? Even more of a yeah right. Oh well, it had been a great dream while it lasted.
I poured myself a mug of coffee and went out to the dock. Out on the beach I saw something glinting in the sun. Two somethings actually. I bent over to pick them up and found that they were rum bottles. One was completely empty and the other was still half full. I threw them into the firepit then continued out to the end of the dock where I sat down, dangling my legs over the edge. I put my mug down and stuck my hands in my pocket. I felt something under my fingers and pulled it out to examine it.
Dear Keira,
Thank you for all the good times. I will truly miss you and your stubborn attitude.
You have become a good friend and I shall think of ye often. I hope ye will think of me
as well. I'm not a person who's good at these things, but ye get me point, Love.
Captain Jack Sparrow
A smile lightly traced my face as I realized I hadn't been dreaming after all. I looked out to the sea (well, lake, but you know), and raised my mug of coffee.
"Take what you can." I whispered.
"Give nothing back." said someone behind me. He sat down and put his arm around me. I rested my head on Erik's shoulder as we both said softly into the sunrise,
"Here's to you, Jack Sparrow."