Disclaimer: Me no own Jack, no own Jeanne, no own any Disney characters, me no own meself Jeanne own I. Hooray for poor grammar!
The world came back in a cold rush of water for Melissa. Sputtering she heard Jeanne's voice saying "Good morning sunshine!"
"Well fook you too. Damn water." (Yes I realize fuck is spelt fook, I'm a dork and that's just how I say it) Melissa grumbled quietly under her breath. But that wasn't quietly enough for when she was getting up she received an elbow in her gut from Jeanne, knocking the wind out of her as she fell down from the blow.
"What a great way to start the day!" said Melissa in voice oozing of sarcasm. Wiping her soaked hair out of her face she half-heartedly got back up. By the light of day it looked to be early afternoonish but it would seem that she was not the only person getting up late.
"What happened to you?" questioned Jack as he was passing by.
"Jeanne. That's what happened to me." Melissa complained while pointing to her friend who was ridding herself of the criminal bucket.
"Oh. Anyways I came to tell you two that since you have seemed to be takin' board on me ship then you have an equal share of work just like the rest of us, savvy?" he told the two women.
"Captain there seems to be a problem in your infallible logic." Melissa sarcastically remarked. She was not happy with the whole little wake up call from Jeanne and she was beginning to develop a headache due to the night's festivities.
"And what would that be?" Jack said noticing the girl's short temper today.
"We don't know what the hell we're doing." she said bluntly.
"Well then you'll just have to learn won't you?" he said.
"No shit Sherlock." Jeanne commented.
"Ana Maria!" Jack called out.
"Aye, what do ye want?" she responded.
"If you please show these two girls their chores." and with that last statement Jack was off.
"O god my arms ache and I'm fooking hungry!" Melissa whined. They had been doing miscellaneous chores all day and Melissa decided that if she had to suffer everyone else would to by listening to her whine. Currently they were moving some crates in the hull of the ship to make room for the new supplies that would be purchased in Tortuga.
"Shut up you big baby!" Jeanne hollered at her. "You are always hungry, remember horse fair it was I'm hungry every gosh damn minute!"
"Hey! You were the one telling me that I need to be fattened up!" Melissa argued.
"Well that was before I knew you ate like a horse! Where the hell do you put it all!" Jeanne was yelling.
"What's all this fuss about?" the two girls looked up to see jack standing in front of the open door. "I could hear you two gels yellin' all the way from the helm. But this is not what I came to tell you. Tortuga's harbor has been spotted on the horizon and we shall make port by dawn. So I suggest you two get yerselves some rest and stop yellin' else the crew will want to have a little chat with you two." He said matter-of-factly.
"Well where are we to sleep then?" Melissa said with some wishful thinking.
"Oh I have just the place for you two." Jack said.
Finally it's going to get good Melissa thought to herself hopefully.
"Damn it! This is not how it's supposed to work!" Melissa said spitefully.
Unlike all those fan fics that she had read she would not be sleeping in the Captain's quarters, no they were stuck in this small dank room. Jack had left them with two hammocks in what appeared to be a storage closet of some sort.
Muttering a long string of curses Melissa began to put up her hammock. "So much for wishful thinking! DAMN HAMMOCK STAY PUT!"
Jeanne found it quite amusing watching her friend trying to fix her hammock. Jeanne had already gotten hers up while Melissa was ranting.
"Goodnight snuggles!" Jeanne said in mock tone. "Sleep well!" She could still hear her friend grumbling and messing with the hammock.
"Finally." Melissa said exhausted with the troublesome hammock. Slipping off her boots she crawled into the annoying object and lay down.
She lay there for a couple of minutes until all of a sudden the ship lurched forward causing her hammock to swing and it hit the wall hard. A loud thud and a scream of "OW!" let everyone know that Melissa had hit the wall too.
Melissa was cursing the world when she was cut off short. It seems that she had not secured the hammock well enough for another thud was soon heard when she went crashing to the ground.
"Fuck a duck in a hat! Damn hammock. Damn ship. Damn pirates. Damn it all to hell!" Melissa shouted, by this time she was thoroughly pissed off. Rubbing her head she thought of putting the hammock back up but was too lazy and angry to do it. Letting out an exasperated sigh she tried to get some sleep.
Captain Jack Sparrow lay on his bed with an uncorked bottle of rum. He could hear Melissa's loud complaints about the hammock. He grinned slyly when he heard her slam into the wall and later the floor. His plan had worked better than he expected it to; revenge was sweet. That'll show the lass for tripping me and making a fool of me on me own ship he thought wryly to himself.