Alright, the last chapter was doltish, sorry all. I wasn't really in the mood for writing, but you people were pestering me to write a new one. Anyway, I digress, this one will be much better!
Becca's POV
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I sat in my hammock, drowsy and distraught. So I rambled a bit, no case for anyone to get annoyed about it. The hammock I laid in stank, and that was putting it mildly. It's too bad that PotC isn't set in modern times, so that hygiene was known about. My thoughts drifted and as sleep grabbed me I heard rushing footsteps.
The next thing I felt was someone shaking me awake again. "Get up chica, you'll never believe who was in the ship." I blearily opened my eyes to Krissy grinning ear to ear.
"Can't you let a girl sleep once in a while?" Grumbling, I swung of my hammock, almost falling into someone. Looking up I squealed in delight, "Carrie! What are you bloody doing here?"
She looked back at me grinning, "I was just going to ask you the same question dear." We hugged each other.
"But seriously, what's up?"
She looked at me curiously. "Well, to tell the truth, I don't know myself. Chauncey was being a handful again " Rolling her eyes, she continued. "So I'm messing around with him, and he scratches me. I go into the bathroom to get a band-aide, and you know how we keep the doors closed so that Chauncey can't get into the other rooms. Well there weren't any lights on and so I'm reaching for the light in what I thought was the bathroom when I stumble forward and I ended up here. Oh, and I must've left the door open because Chauncey fell down on top of me. Nice chaps those Chinese pirates. They like kitties I think."
Me and Krissy laughed, realizing that the bundle of fur Carrie was holding was the incessantly annoying (and adorable) Chauncey. His fur white with black spots and stood at around a quarter of a foot. As Krissy cooed at him, Carrie told me more about the hospitality of the Chinese pirates, and that they had began to understand each other, even with the language barrier.
We went back upstairs with Krissy holding Chauncey and me and Carrie deep in conversation. Our crew was staring quite dumbfounded at the Chinese crew, they wore mostly the same attire yet they had an air to them that showed that they were foreign. Carrie walked up to them and mumbled something to them, they got back in their ship and cast off.
Dave came up to the three of us. "What's going on?" He looked at all three of us in turn, as we thought of something to say.
"Nothing's going on, I think. Is anything going on?" I nodded towards Carrie, asking her.
"Nah, I just got a ride off a foreign ship." She winked at me and turned to Krissy. "Krissy, is anything going on?"
"Don't think so, but I think we've confused poor old Dave. No, I think were just about to embark on one of the greatest adventures of our lives, heck, the greatest adventure period.
Needless to say, we all agreed with that.