DISCLAMER: I don't own POTC, Disney, or waffles. Yum.
Remember that lesson I taught you, back in Chapter 1? About never, ever fainting? Well, here's another lesson. Never, ever, ever faint two times in one day. Please, if you learn anything from this, I want you to think one thing: "I must never faint, and I must never faint two times in one day." Okay, back to the story.
I wake up (again), except this time, it's about thirty minutes later, and I'm in a dimly-lit, rat-infested, totally uncomftorble cell. It's amazing how your surroundings can change in the blink of an eye, huh? I actually have clothes on, but it's defiantly not a dress. It's men's clothing. And it smells like fish. Ewwwww…… Well, at least I have clothes, I thought. But then I thought some more. Who put this on?!? I got nightmares just thinking about it.
Just when I'm about to have a twitchy fit, a person entered the room. He had long brown hair with beads, a totally worn-out outfit, and a three-pointed brown hat. He was muttering to himself, when he stopped abruptly and stared at me. He had a look of shock on his face, and next thing I know, he's screaming "RAGETTI! PINTEL!!" Two men stumbled down the stairs. Why do they look familiar…Oh yeah, those are the guys who kidnapped me.
"Yes, Captain Sparrow?" one of them asked cautiously. "Who the frick is this?" he said while pointing to me. "Oh, that's nice." I say, but they ignore me. "Well," Ragetti (and I can tell it's him; that eye is totally fake) starts, "we're not entirely sure, but…we did 'eenie meenie mayni mo' to pick which house to kidnap from, and..." Sparrow interrupted "Eenie meenie mayni mo? What is that?!?" "It's a game we made up" Pintel replied. "So let me get this straight," Sparrow said, beginning to walk towards the two men in a menacing way, "You did tweenie, keenie, piney, ho, or whatever the hell it's called, to decide who we're kidnapping." The two men, now terrified, nodded. "I can't bloody believe this" Sparrow continued, his forehead in his hand and his head shaking. "I ask you to get me someone important, and you get me this?" He gestured toward me.
Okay, that was the last straw. "Listen up. I am Cassandra Swann, and I am a 'she', not a 'this'". Sparrow continued to shake his head in his hand. "There is no way that anyone is going to care enough about you to pay that much!"