Little Pirate Story

Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I'm taking summer school which seriously sucks. Also, I haven't gotten any feedback on my story so I wasn't really sure if I should even continue it…By the way, who even reads these Author Notes at the beginning? I mean I usually do, but I guess I'm really the only one to do that…I dunno…Anyways. On with the story! Or should I delete it? Meh. You decide.

Chapter 2

I was only in room 17 for a moment when the door opened and shut. I turned to see who it was. Imagine my amazement when I saw Captain Jack Sparrow standing in front of me. Drunk. But still, he's kind of the love of my life.

He walked towards me, eyebrows pulled together in a furrow.

"New" Was all he said. I nodded.

He grinned and sauntered towards me. I stood my ground. It wasn't until his boots were touching mine that I finally leaned back. I hadn't realized how tall he was. Or maybe how short I was (5'3" is a perfectly respectable height!). He had a good foot or so on me. His grin widened as I tilted my head back. I put my hand up, remembering what that dog-woman had said.

"Payment?" He reached into his pocket and dropped the coins into my hand.

"There's extra in there. I do love me a shorty," he said. I raised an eyebrow at him as his hand found its way around my waist. His hand seemed to burn through my dress. I slid out of his grip with a smile. My body suddenly felt a little colder.

"I'm sorry, sir, but whatever you just paid for you will not be getting." And with that, I strode to the door. My arm was caught surprisingly fast, inertia making me spin around to face the man.

"And why is that, love?" He asked, pulling me close.

I spun my hand to grab his wrist. He seemed surprised that he suddenly couldn't move it. Wow, I thought. Never had a girl fight back before? Jeezums. Oh wait, he's Captain Jack Sparrow! Of course no woman in her right mind would ever refuse him! What the hell is wrong with me? Am I crazy? Have I always been crazy? No I'm not crazy. I just don't want to loose my V-card in a one-night stand! Yeah, that's it! That's not so crazy, right? That's good! Very good! Very un-slutty! All during this self battle, I held a steady death glare towards Captain Sparrow.

*Crack* More like Boom.. A cannonball shot through the room. I blinked. There was now a huge hole in the wall.. I jumped through it to escape the Captain and find Kira and Katherine, but he followed me out. I saw Kira and Katherine run out of their rooms, just before becoming airborne and thrown over a shoulder. A very solid shoulder, to be exact. I kinda felt like I was flying. Damn you, Jack Sparrow.

After a minute or so of this flying, my pelvis started to hurt where it kept banging against the Captain's shoulder. Also, all the rocking due to his running was causing a tad bit of motion sickness.

In hopes of decreasing the motion, I clung tighter to the shirt. He held my legs closer to his body in response. The nausea faded away. Hmm…Perfect time to think about what's been happening! Alright: Kira, Katherine and I watched about 12 hours of Pirates of the Caribbean, somehow got transported into the 1700's, became…whores? Wenches? Something like that…*mental shrug* and now we're running. Well, I'm being carried. Crap! Where are Kira and Katherine? Why didn't I think of this earlier? Wow, I'm a terrible person! My panic was interrupted by the captain's voice vibrating through his chest, up to my legs.

"Mr. Gibbs!"

"Jack! To the Pearl, yes?"

"Aye. Ye get me a crew?"

"Aye, Cap'n! They be followin' me to the ship. I reckoned they'd follow jus'ta get out o' here."

"Good man, Mr. Gibbs."

"Cap'n? Why ye got a wench o'er yer shoulda'?" Good question Mr. Gibbs. I'd like to know, myself. There was a moment's pause before the reply.

"Unfinished business, Mr. Gibbs." A chill went down my spine.

"Well, why ye got two mo' runnin' afta' ya?" I felt that Captain's body turn to see behind him. I peeked out around his arm to look, and was relieved to see Kira and Katherine keeping pace behind us. The captain turned back and shrugged.

"Dunno, Mr. Gibbs"

The footsteps changed from a solid thump to a hollow thud. I assumed we were currently on the docks. The captain started shouting order, to whom I could not see. The ground started moving, although I didn't feel it very drastically since I still wasn't on my feet.

The captain began moving again and I heard a door open and close before being thrown down on a bed. I looked up at the man in front of me, guiltily. He simply stood there, glowering. There was silence.

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