Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible or Pirates of The Caribbean. All historical figures and references don't belong to me either.
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Chapter 6: Invasion of Piracy.
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If you've ever visited the islands of Jamaica, you would know for a fact that Port Middleton no longer exists the way it did in 1685, not after the earthquake of 1692 destroyed almost half the island and sent it crumbling into the Caribbean Sea, leaving the formerly British owned island in an absolute disarray. After several feeble attempts to rebuild to pirate town, they gave up on it. 'Tis probably no more then a tourist attraction owned by Kingston now. But in its glory days, when you could see a famous pirate on any given day of the week, whether it be on a causal walk through the docks, or at Gallow's Point where they met their ends at a rope. Those were the days when Port Middleton was worth living in.
If you'd ever visited Port Middleton of 1685, you'd certainly get more of your vacation money's worth. You'd get to see the very things described in the brochure you receive at a souvenir shop; all the sights, smells, and feelings that came with the Golden Age of Piracy.
And if you ever made your way to the Port Middleton of long ago, you would most definitely have visit the town's most glorious gem, the prestigious and regal Fort Charles. The pride of the King's Caribbean colonization and the strongest form of protection against enemy ships. This was where the Royal Navy stood guard, where all of the town's most important weapons were housed, and where Commodore Mankey's promotion ceremony had been held not more then twelve hours before.
And speaking of the young Commodore...
The cement layered top of Fort Charles was long, lanky, and as well made as the rest of the building, but even that didn't make it look any better for Joshua Wendell Mankey. The night resined of curses and bewitchment, as much as he wanted to disregard it, he was smart enough to know better then the superstitious goats down by the docks who lived to spread stories and scare children.
But something did not feel right about that cool summer evening. The fact that there was such a strong breeze going was really odd. The way the fog kept rolling in from the ocean so thickly and wildly, and that moon; he got shivers just looking at it. Full moons were nice and all, but this one seemed very... strange, to say the least. Evil, almost, and the way it resinated off of the fog, giving the smokey cover a green tint. He just really wished the night looked a little better.
It didn't help with his mood either. He should be happy, shouldn't he? He'd put a scourge of the Caribbean in prison, on the day he became Commodore of the Royal Navy! The was a joyous day for him, but he just couldn't bring himself to celebrate. Every time he tried, the words of Kimberly Possible drove back into his head like nails to a wooden plank. Kimberly. Smart, powerful, different, beautiful, wonderful Kimberly. The girl who always seemed to have a good head on her shoulders, and the only female on this island who didn't swoon at the sight of him. Josh liked that about her, she kept him grounded that way, stopped him from becoming too wrapped up in himself. Because, as popular as Josh became, she would always remind him that he hadn't won everyone over just yet.
In truth, he had seen Kimberly's disregard as a challenge, a chance to try and change her mind. It was very boorish of him to do such a thing, he thought with remorse, to see Kimberly as someone to win over. But he could not help himself. Those feelings he got around her, those ever irritating emotions he had finally willed into words on that fine afternoon, only to have them crushed. Did she really feel that way? Did she really... hate him?
"Master Mankey..." His deep pondering was broken by a calm and familiar voice. The young Commodore wheeled around to meet eyes with Governor Possible, who emerged from the green fog, still styling the clothes he had been wearing earlier, a jovial but somber expression crossed his face, as usual of today.
"Governor!" Josh said with surprise. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you..."
"It's quite alright, Commodore," James cut him off quietly, waving his hands casually, "I just came to see how you were doing after today's little adventure."
Josh's eyes widened a little. He slipped his hands behind his back and rocked on his heel, smiling brightly. He hated lying, but it was best to keep his problems out of the subject. "Oh, great! Things are great! Never been happier!"
James shook his head and smirked as he strode over to the battlement wall, leaning himself onto it. He gazed at Mankey with a cocked eyebrow. "You do know that you are a terrible liar?"
Josh, knowing his mirage would not work from the moment he decided to put it on, dropped his head and sighed, letting himself become overrun with emotion. Out of the corner of his eye, Governor Possible caught a somber smile from the boy, simply there to mask his tears. James felt a strong sense of pity for the young man as he walked over to the governor's side and crossed his arms over the short wall, watching the outgoing ocean, fighting back sadness in those serious eyes.
"Is this about Kimberly?" he asked, taking on the voice of a father, rather then a Governor.
Josh didn't acknowledge him, eyes still locked on the sea, silence prevailed. James waited patiently. He could see the hurt in the boy's eyes, welling with every moment he fought back. All those years of training his emotions finally cracked though, and Josh Mankey swore felt salty tears form in his eyes as he explained himself.
"She really does hate me, doesn't she?"
James sighed as he copied the young man's position, leaning his crossed his arms over the wall. He looked at Mankey sadly, unsure how to answer such a question. He knew how she really felt, but how to explain that to Josh?
"I don't think she hates you, but she doesn't like you much either."
The young Commodore rubbed his temple, choking as he forced back the urge to sob. Soldiers don't cry, he bitterly repeated the words of his father to himself. He regained some composer and looked back at James.
"Since I came to Port Middleton, I've done nothing but try to win her affection."
"I know," James answered plainly.
"But how do I do that when she doesn't return the feelings?" The desperation in his voice was all too apparent.
The Governor cupped his chin in his hand. "I'm not sure, Commodore Mankey, but I do know that you don't earn love by 'winning people over', you get it through time and trust."
Josh sighed. "I know," he was silent again, seemingly pondering. James did the same, waiting yet again for the young man to speak first.
The young Commodore sighed heavily. "And I suppose her answer..."
The Governor looked back quickly, knowing what Josh was asking about. "She actually didn't give one yet, she'd had tiring day and just rushed into her room upon returning home,"
"Oh," he answered, his voice dismal, but something of hope lingered there. He sighed again before looking back at the sea. "I doubt she'll say yes anyway,"
Governor Possible watched in remorse, wondering for the first time, what repercussions would his actions have on the Commodore and his daughter? He'd forced the matter of their marriage really, in hoping that he could save Kimberly from those dangerous, pirate-infested daydreams of hers, that... adventurous nature she had. He was only doing what he felt was best, after all those sleepless nights, fearing that one day he'd watch his child walk to the hangman's noose, all because of a ridiculous dream. Of course he wanted his daughter to be happy, but he wanted her to be safe too.
And she was a Possible! The Possibles didn't do things like that. For generations, they were, and continued to be, a family of pride and integrity, not of renegade sailors and stupid adventurers. That was simply unheard of, irresponsible, and... and... oh what was the word he was looking for?
Impossible, James thought, catching the irony in the phrase.
The Governor shook his head, massaging his temple gently. He just needed this day to end, and soon. Hopefully tomorrow Kimberly would feel better, and he could talk to her about the proposal.
But right now, he just needed to rest his mind of all these worries, at least for a little while. Quickly, he looked around for something to change the subject, anything! But he couldn't face within two feet of his own face with all this fog!
"Ghastly weather, don't you think?" he stated casually, as if thick, green fog was a normal to the governor.
Mankey, who also somewhat welcomed a change of subject, nodded in agreement. "Bleak, and unusual. It came out of no where!" he spoke as though half listening, probably too busy figuring out what to make to the confusing day. The Governor sighed and decided that maybe it was best to let the boy figure it out for himself.
There was another space of awkward, thought-filled silence over the two men for several prolonged seconds, before James broke it once more, his expression suddenly perplexed as he looked to Josh.
"Do you hear that?"
Josh was confused at the question. "Hear what?" he asked, keening his ears to listen past the nightly cricket chorus and his own thoughts.
At first it sounded like nothing, but then, a faint, high-pitched whistle, like something heavy falling from the skies. It seemed to be getting closer, in a hurry too. If Commodore Mankey's ears weren't mistaking him, that was the sound of...
"Cannon fire!" he screamed, catching sight of the hundred-pound iron ball hurdling down toward the governor and himself, a trail of smokey black and orange fire fallowing behind it.
Without hesitation, he grabbed the collar of James' coat and pulled him from the battlement wall just as it was blasted into large and lethal pieces. Blown back, they landed on the walkway just inches from the destruction, but safe no less.
Quickly shaking off the shock, Josh got up from his rump and examined the damage made by the cannonball. An ominous gap lay where he had stood not but a second ago, just the sight caused him to send off a thankful prayer and recount his blessings. The damage was nothing serious, but it very well could've killed himself and James right then and there.
That, and a big hole in the battlement wall didn't exactly say 'feared military fortress'. Best get Junior to start working on that soon, he thought as he traced the misty trail left in the sky by the attack. When his eyes met with the source, he caught himself swallowing... hard.
James, who had failed to notice the incoming danger, lay flat on his stomach, rubbing his head slightly from the bump he'd received upon impact. Getting on his hands and knees, he finally looked up at his young comrade.
"Good Lord, Joshua! What was that?" he asked roughly, making a weak attempt to stand up.
Josh removed his gaze from the sea and spoke. "Cannonball, and by the looks of it, it won't the last for tonight...look." He quickly lent James a hand, pulling him up right. Once a quick 'thank you' had left the governor's mouth, Josh pointed outward, toward where the harbor began. James followed his directions, then caught sight of it! A large, black, grotesque sailing ship, armed to the teeth and bustling with a bloodthirsty-looking crew that was practically pouring into the rowboats. James knew what they were long before the Commodore spat that accursed word.
"Pirates,"
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Another resounding boom shook the prison at its weak foundation, signaling a continuation of the attack. The terrible bombardment frightened the prisoners, who all watched the walls rattle under pressure and prayed that they would not be killed in the incident, not that they had much to look forward to.
Everyone was terrified... that is, except for Jack Sparrow.
He still sat, unperturbed, in his small cell, hat over his eyes. He quietly thought to himself, trying to come up with an escape plan.
And that's when BOOM! I'll attack the guard and BOOM! steal his gun by BOOM!
He opened one eye and sneered. How was he supposed to concentrate with all that blasted cannon fire outside? He listened to the warlike noise again. Most would hear nothing but chaos, but he heard something else; his freedom.
"I know those guns..." he spoke quietly, but enthusiastically, scrambling to his feet to see outside the cell window that overlooked the harbor.
Under a coating of green fog lay the aged, ebony ship that was attacking Port Middleton, its menacing haul growing ever closer to the island. Jack's dark eyes widened. It couldn't be, but it was.
"It's the Pearl," he whispered to himself.
From the cell next door, the redheaded prisoner, identified as Matthew Atler, stepped closer to the bars that separated him from Jack.
"The Black Pearl?" he asked, though expected no answer from his fellow pirate. The shorter man joined him at bars, as if to catch a glimpse of the deadly ship.
"I've heard stories," Matthew stated shakily, with no feel for his mathematical phrasing at the moment. "She's been attacking ships and settlements for nearly ten years," he swallowed before continuing. "Leaves no survivors,"
"No survivors?" Jack said, looking back at them with a smug smile, "then where do the stories come from, I wonder?"
Matthew seemingly switched his expression from terror to confusion. He hadn't thought about that. Maybe those stories weren't completely true after all, he really needed to stop listening to Gibbs back at the Faithful Bride.
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On another side of town, at the blacksmith's shop, Ron was busily working on a newly melded sword, banging away at the glowing, orange blade. His mind was on other things though, like Kimberly, his best friend, the girl who'd always had his back. Whom he... he loved.
She was now set to marry Joshua Mankey, a man that Kimberly had repeatedly expressed dislike for. Her father had probably set this up, he just knew it.
It wasn't fair, to either of them. He had waited too long to explain himself, she had waited too long to follow what she believed was right. They had both postponed their true feelings and it had landed them further from each other then ever before, in just one day!
"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" he shouted with each clang. "Stupid feelings! Stupid Mankey! Stupid royal title of the Possibles! And stupid, stupid pirates!- owww!" With his last shout of annoyance, Ron had failed to watch where his free hand was, and had managed to slip it between the sword and the hammer.
Dropping his work, Ron grabbed his hand, ripped off his brown gloves, and began rubbing his sore fingers, then, when that failed to help, stuck them in his mouth as if to suck out the pain.
Rufus watched his owner from the other side of the shop, braying loudly, as though laughing at Ron's general foolishness.
Ron looked at the donkey, glaring as his removed his fingers from his lips, shaking them lightly while pointing at Rufus with his other hand.
"Laugh it up, let's see if you get any extra oats tonight," he threatened. The animal seemed unconvinced, giving a look that Ron swore was a smirk.
The young blacksmith was about to speak again, hoping to get the final word in their argument, when a loud boom came from the roof of the building, shaking everything on the inside. Ron stumbled backwards into a pile of hay, tools fell off of shelves and tables, pieces of the ceiling crumbled from the impact and crashed on the floor, causing Rufus to cry out in fear and back up as best he could.
As the destruction ceased inside the blacksmith shop, Ron sat up, brushing hay out of his eyes and hair, a shocked expression on his face.
"What the heck?" he muttered, looking up at the small hole in the ceiling.
A woman's high pitched shriek came from outside, causing Ron's heart to skip at beat. The feminine scream was quickly accompanied by a chorus of cries and the drumbeat of running feet.
Without a second thought, Ron was up and running to the front door. He opened it carefully, looking out at the streets that expanded before him, once quiet and void of pedestrians, now overrun with fearful people; beggars, merchants, men with their wives and children, all fleeing for their lives as similar explosions... cannonballs, Ron finally noticed with wide, fearful eyes, destroyed nearby houses, carts, and anything within their path. People fell from rooftops and balconies as the blasts blew them down toward a painful demise.
So afraid was poor Ron that he almost failed to notice Mr. Franklin and his family race by. They stopped upon seeing him.
"Ron, what in heaven's name are you still doing inside? Get out of here before you're killed!" Josiah shouted over the terrified chaos.
"Mr. Franklin, what's happening?" Ron asked.
The man's eyes grew wide. "Pirate attack! Now you and your master get moving before they start coming on land!" Without a single goodbye, the Franklins took off once more, leaving Ron to process this latest development in his life. He sighed heavily.
"Oh, as if the day couldn't get any worse!"
As if an answer to his rhetorical question, his trousers suddenly and unexpectedly fell, revealing his blue undergarments. Ron gasped, then groaned in frustration.
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The dark but moonlit, and foggy waters shifted back and forth over the sandy shore as sailors and dock workers run into town screaming with fear, avoiding the damage done by the pirate ship, some limping away due to injury.
With the area quickly cleared, it left room for twenty or more pirate-filled rowboats to get the island's shore with ease. Battle cries and blood-curdling shouts rang through the fog as the men sailed in, those who were not navigating the boats were brandishing pistols, cutlasses, and all horrid manner of deadly weapon, some already climbing out to help pull everyone else to shore, other racing into the streets, already pillaging, plundering, and terrorizing.
In a deadly spilt-second, they hit land, skidding on the wet sand and pulling up out of the water. They cleared out of the boats like ants headed for a picnic, and gnashing their teeth, swords held high, they followed their fellow pirates into the panic-ridden streets.
But amongst the group were two interesting men, two who play a key part in the telling of this story. Two of which I will describe to you... now.
The first was for the most part, average. Average height, average weight, average IQ. The only things that really set him apart from the others was his spiky, ponytailed, black hair, large scar under one of his beady, black eyes, and, most importantly, his arctic blue skin.
Now his partner really had nothing spacial to say about himself, what with his normal pirate look, his simple brown hair, and equally beady, black... eye. Well, he only had one real eye, the other was wooden. He moved it up and down unnaturally, looking at his comrade, who laughed manically before taking off into town at break-neck speed, the other man quickly followed.
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The explosions and screams that ensued throughout town were suddenly accompanied by psychotic battle cries, maniacal laughter, and clashing swords, signaling that the pirates had made land and were doing substantial damage outside.
Ronald Stoppable nervously glanced at the front door, praying that the vicious crew wouldn't feel need to break it down and raid the shop. He looked back down at his work table, grabbing a finished sword and an axe, stuffing them into his belt with determination.
Okay, he thought, time to put all that training to the test!
He looked to his left, where Rufus stood, fidgeting somewhat, but seemingly calmer with Sensei at his side. The old man stroked the donkey's muzzle. Ron took a step toward his master and his animal friend.
"Alright, stay here, I'm gonna go out and see if I can help with fending off these pirates," the bravery in his voice was nothing short of a bluff.
"We have the greatest of confidence in you, Stoppable-san," Sensei said, nodding. "Good luck,"
Ron smiled. "Thanks, I gonna need it,"
The young man swallowed hard, then made haste for the door, opening it quickly, as battle-ready as he'd ever be.
The scene outside had not changed much since he'd last checked, people running, things on fire, all around chaos, but this time, the chaos was being added to by pirates. They were everywhere; shooting, killing, setting things on fire, giving chase to those who ran. It was horrific!
Ron barely had time to soak in the destruction of his neighborhood before he caught sight of the local doctor's wife, the beautiful Mrs. Vivian Porter, running pasted the blacksmith's shop in her nightgown, her hair up in a kerchief, she was screaming, a fearful expression on her face. Quickly trailing behind her, a stubby, red-haired, and bearded man, wearing a white shirt and a tartan kilt, a wicked grin on his face as he chased the young woman with a small round explosive.
As they zoomed past him, Ron's impulse kicked in. He didn't even think as he pulled the axe from his belt and tossed it. The weapon cartwheeled through the air and with scary precision, sliced into the pirate's back with a gory sound that made the boy cringe.
The man left out a dying grunt as he fell to his knees, then slumped over on the ground, dead.
Mrs. Porter was long since gone, probably not realizing that her pursuer was down. Ron was breathing deep as he looked down at the corpse. He'd just killed a man. A pirate, yes, but he'd just killed. He didn't even have time to think about it, he'd just... done it. Ron truly felt frightened of himself now.
How did I do that, how did I hit him so perfectly, he wondered as he pulled his axe from the dead body and raced off again to help his neighbors, unsure of what he would do next.
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Kimberly pushed opened her windows as the horrible sight unfolded before her, as it had since she'd first sat by the window tonight, watching the ship move into the horbor, explosions and battle making short work of the island, her home. The foggy night was suddenly ablaze with screams and fear, making Port Middleton seem like a tortured slice of land that the Devil himself would've been proud of.
She watched with horror, and anger. Fingers tightened on the wooden windowpane as she ground her teeth.
As if the day couldn't get any worse, she thought to herself bitterly, the large fires around the island reflecting in her green eyes.
It seemed as though Kimberly was ready to fight, to rip into the very hearts of the monsters who had dared to defile her place on Earth. Just wait 'till she got down there!
It was then that the sound of clanking metal broke her battle-ready mentality, forcing her area of vision to shrink down to her own front yard, where she caught sight of a large group (she lost count of them after some trying) of particularly mean looking pirates as the busted the lock on the gate and ran up to her house manically.
A cord of fear for her family, as while as the other residents of the house, suddenly struck inside her as she watched run straight for the front double doors, with weapons at the ready. This was bad! Really, really bad!
Kimberly wasn't sure what she could do to stop the group, and she pondered her chances of beating all of them on her own as she sped from room and down the stairs, hoping to get there before they did. Her skills with a sword were much better then most people would expect. As a young boy, Ron would go to the Possibles manor after training with his blacksmith master, and teach Kimberly what he had learned. Years of this had brought the aristocrat to understand the ways the sword almost as good as her best friend did.
Would it even matter? Did her father even have a useable sword in this house?
She didn't know.
There was a prominent knock on the door as she skidded to a halt at the balcony of the stairs, where she had stood that morning to greet her father and Ron. Her mind trailed at the thought of her friend, and she prayed within the deepest reaches of her heart that he was okay.
Kimberly was quickly pulled from her mind at the second sounding of the brass knocker. She gave a confused look. What kind of pirates knocked on the door? Unless...
Bates, ever faithful to his duties, unaware of the dangers lurking outside the house, approached the door with the same grace and politeness as his fathers before him, also butlers to the Possibles. He was a friend, a care giver, part of the family since Kimberly was a little girl, which left the young redhead, even in her oldest years, regretting the fact that she hadn't more to save him that night then...
"No! Don't!" she screamed, but it was already too late. Bates had pulled down the handle and opened one of the doors, met with the unfortunate sight of ten bloodthirsty, well armed pirates.
"'Ello chum," said the front man, raising his pistol to Bates' head and pulling the trigger without hesitation.
Despite her vow to remain sneaky, Kimberly let out a shrill scream as the butler's dead body fell to the floor, and the pirates swarmed into the parlor like violent, angry bees, taking off into different rooms and causing a chaotic mess wherever they went.
The blue skinned man and the one-eyed man stepped over Bates last, bringing up the rear of the raid, only because the wooden-eyed one was talking the ears off of his partner and had slowed them both down.
"... I'm telling you! If the captain had made a left turn at that little island, we would've gotten to Singapore much faster, saving us untold amounts of-"
The blue man held a hand up to his friend's face. "Lucre, please! Now's not the time! We're in the middle of something!" he gestured around the room, which was already bustling with pirates, doing what they did best.
He turned back to find Lucre still looking at his raised arm.
"Did you ever notice how small your fingers are?" Lucre looked up at his partner, holding his own hand up, as if to compare them.
Drakken grabbed at his face with aggravation. Not only were they getting off track... again, but now he was having to deal with his unusually feminine hands, a family curse, as he referred to it.
He removed his unmanly fingers from his eyes and looked up at the house stairs, where he suddenly caught sight of a nervous looking, redheaded young woman. Drakken gaped with surprise, then pointed at her with a devilish grin.
"Lucre, up there! C'mon!" he shouted, drawing his sword and beginning a quick climb up the stairs. Lucre smiled excitedly, pulling out his own cutlass and following Drakken.
Kimberly gave a look of surprise and slight fear, then took off up the next flight of stairs, the pirates trailing her with no trouble. Gotta find something to fight with, she kept thinking as she continued to climb the tall stairway, hoping to reach her room in time.
It felt like she had been running up forever, but she got to the doorway of her bedroom right as the two men caught up with her. Slipping in, Kimberly grabbed the open door and slammed it shut behind her, hitting the lock for good measure. The pirates beat against it in response, probably hoping to break it down. But that would hold them, for now.
Kimberly backed away slowly, she was in the small entryway that led to her room. There were plenty of things in here that she could use to fight these two idiots off; the fire stoker, her parasol, the bed warming pan. One knock to the head with that thing... she thought maliciously.
A hand fell on her shoulder suddenly. Kimberly screamed and wheeled around, taking a fighting position, only to be met with a similarly startled female screech.
It was Zita.
The tan skinned girl breathed a sigh of relief, then grabbed the young aristocrat by the forearms and pulled her down so that they were both knelt on the floor. By the look in Zita's eyes, Kimberly could tell she was very scared.
"Miss Possible, thank goodness you're all right!" she said, embracing her friend tightly. She pulled away and grabbed Kimberly's shoulders tightly. "You've got to get out, they've come to kidnap you!"
The redhead's eyes widened with bewilderment. "What?"
"You're the governor's daughter," Zita's voice became raspy and dark, in a way that gave Kimberly chills.
There was another violent jiggle at the handle, louder this time, so much so that Zita let out another scream of fear. They were actually breaking in, and much faster then anticipated! Kimberly felt a wave of panic hit her, but she swallowed it, and faced her friend. This time she was the serious one.
"Okay, Zita, here's what I need you to do. Hide, I'll distract these two, and the first chance you get, run, find my family, and all of you, head for the fort!"
The young maid's eyes widened. "But you-!"
"I'll be fine," Kimberly said quickly, those she still wasn't sure of how she would handle this by herself.
A jostle on the door, then the sound of the lock beginning to snap from the pressure told the redhead that she was out of time. She raised her skirts and ran back into her bedroom.
"Just follow my lead!" Kimberly muttered back, before disappearing behind a corner.
Zita sank into the shadows fearfully, just as the lock broke off and two very impatient pirates stormed in, looking around for their original target with two keen pair and a half of eyes. The maid quietly prayed that they wouldn't find her.
When they found the small den was empty, Drakken and Lucre wasted no time going into the bedroom. There was no where else to run.
The maid watched with horror, hoping that Kimberly had come up with something good to stop these men.
"We've got you no–" was all Drakken got say before his forehead was met with a hard metal pan and several pounds of hot coal.
Without a moment's hesitation, Zita raced out the door, remembering her orders and wishing Miss Possible the best of luck.
Lucre dropped his sword and watched in surprise as his partner gave a dizzied expression, collapsing where he stood. Then he looked up, just in time to see an angry looking redheaded girl with a bed warmer clutched in her grip. Kimberly swung it back again, to hit Lucre in the same fashion, but the pirate was quick, and managed to catch it right before it hit his head. He pulled the pan above his own head and forced the redhead closer.
Kimberly let out a surprised grunt and narrowed her eyes with anger. Lucre just smiled with pride.
"Look, Drakken! I did it! I did it!" he shouted to his near unconscious friend. Looking back, yet again, he found Kimberly expression had changed to that of a smirk. Her hand was raised to a higher part of the bed warmer.
"Oh, you did it all right," she said smugly, pressing what looked like a lever on the warmer's handle. Instantly, the pan snapped open, releasing every steaming, hot coal inside, and right onto Lucre's head.
He screamed as the fire sizzled through his mouse brown hair and over his pale face, letting go of the bed warmer as he attempted to stifle the flames with his hands. "Fire! It's hot! Get it off of me!"
Kimberly smirked at her victorious move, then sped past the both of them and back out the door, leaping over Drakken just as he began regaining his senses.
The blue-skinned pirate grabbed his cutlass from off the floor and stood up, now very agitated.
"Come on, Lucre!" he shouted, already halfway out the door.
Lucre brushed the remaining coal off of himself as he followed Drakken with haste. "He- hey, wait up! My hair is burning here! Could you... just slow down?"
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Thank you to Chapter 5 reviewers Ace Ian Combat, CajunBear73, Josh84, spedclass, Darth Comrade, CMY, DuffKilliganFan, dr-fan/mai-lover for the review in chapter 1 (and yes, Monique and Bonnie each come into the story), Battle Maniac Azurice, NotTheCrimpMaster, dbzgtfan2004 for also reviewing chapter 1, Invader Johnny, Gwen Gamgee, and Yoshi's Best Pal. And thanks to everyone for waiting for this chapter (it took me all summer to write this)!
Cameos in Chapter 5: Chester Yapsby (Roachie) and The Mathter (Mathter and Fervent), and the Season 4 reference was of Black Eye Brown, who appeared in Cap'n Drakken. Great job to Josh84, Ace Ian Combat, Darth Comrade, CMY, and Yoshi's Best Pal for guessing them correctly! Internet nacos have been delivered in review replies!
And for those didn't catch the historical reference, Josiah Franklin was actually the father of Benjamin Franklin. Anne was his first wife (his second gave birth to Benjamin), and Elizabeth was an actual daughter of his.
Next Chapter: A Parley, A Pretender, And A Curse.