Okay...first things first...PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I know it took me so long to update but I was kinda having slight writer's block, not to mention I couldn't get myself to focus on actually sitting down and writing, not to mention I'm havingproblems with my obnoxious parents...'rolls eyes' Don't ask...I'll try not to take so long next time. Especially since it's summer. I don't really have an excuse.
Secondly I'd like to thank Jenelfwho haspointed out to me that Danny does not talk like a two-year-old. Thank you for noticing that in this story but I must say, it's something I already knew. I live with a three-year-old and getting him to shut-up isn't as easy as it sounds. But you have to keep in mind that Danny isn't just a two-year-old, he used to be 14. Brittney said that he was slowly turning into one, and it might take a few more chapters before he actally does talk his age, although i must say he does get more twoish in this chapter. Haha! By the time he gets to Sam he'll talk two! I hope that clears things up...'smiles'
With that all being said, enjoy...
"Sam…can't…breathe…" Tucker gasped, tugging at his collar that his gothic friend still had a death grip on. She had been dragging him almost two blocks now.
"Sorry Tucker," Sam said, letting go. They were in front of a building that seemed to be abandoned.
"I'm just…worried about him you know?" Her eyes never met Tucker's. Instead, they scanned the area then finally fell to the ground. Tucker put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder after he was done gasping for breath.
"Yeah," he said, "I know…why don't we try to call his cell phone again? Maybe he'll pick up this time." Sam nodded, closing her eyes and placing a hand over her face.
Tucker dialed the number and they waited patiently for either the voicemail, or the voice. What they didn't expect to hear was the ring tone to Danny's cell phone…
Sam heard it first. Her head shot up at the tune and her eyes widened. She turned quickly on her heel and ran off to find the source of the noise. Nearly jumping into the bushes, she searched frantically for any trace of her friend.
"Please be Danny, please be Danny, please be Da-" she said to herself and felt the huge wave of disappointment when she found a cell phone lodged in a few bushes. She looked at the phone with a frown.
Tucker Calling.
Sadly, she answered it to have an excited techno-geek friend on the other line.
"Hey Tuck," she said unenthusiastically.
"Danny!" Tucker shouted, "Sam, Danny picked up! Danny picked-OW!" Sam threw the phone at her friend and stormed off.
"What's her problem?" Tucker asked to no one in particular. Picking up Danny's phone, he walked in the opposite direction.
Danny was sitting at Amity Park's docks. His eyes were puffy from crying and he kept wiping away new tears. Spectra really hurt his feelings and he still didn't get over the fact that she slapped him. The little toddler was so wrapped up in crying though; he didn't even realize he wasn't the only one at the docks…
"Ahoy shipmates!" The ten-year-old pirate captain, Youngblood, shouted to his ghostly skeletal crew, "Did you get the-the-what's the word?" He threw this question out to his skeleton parrot resting lazily on his shoulder. The bird gave him a dull, almost bored glare.
"Ship?" he asked, then squawked. Youngblood shook his head no.
"Rope?" he asked, getting another no. There was a moment of silence as the bird thought.
"Booty?" Youngblood snickered, along with his crew that dropped the sail they were currently holding.
"You said booty!" The parrot rolled his eyes, "Nah-I just wanted to get you to say that, it was the first one…ship…did my ghostly crew get my sunken ship…"
"That didn't sound very pirate…" the parrot said, flying off the overwhelmed ten-year-old's shoulder.
"Argh! Whatever! If that stupid ghost kid didn't sink and trash my ship, then we wouldn't even be here!" He crossed his arms in a childish way and shot another look at his crew who were trying to retrieve the sunken and destroyed vessel, only to have it fall into more pieces. Youngblood's face cringed.
"I'm going for some fresh air…" he muttered, not liking the progress they were making, "watch these boneheads for me will ya?" The bird nodded and flew down with the crew. Youngblood sighed; it was going to be a long day…
After flying along the empty boardwalk, he heard someone crying. Thinking he was just imagining things, he continued to fly. But the farther he flew, the louder the noise got. After a few seconds, he decided to look for the source of the sobs.
A little boy, a lot younger and a little smaller than Youngblood himself, was sitting at the edge of the dock sniffing loudly and wiping away tears. His legs were swung over the edge of the dock and no where near touching the sea water, even with the waves splashing up toward him.
Youngblood dropped down to the boardwalk. Biting his lower lip, he slowly started to walk over to the sobbing toddler. Something about this kid didn't seem quite right. He looked so familiar…Youngblood knew he knew him from somewhere. He didn't have time to figure it out though. He reached the end of the dock and was right behind the kid…the ghost pirate was too preoccupied with the joke buzzing in his head to notice a light blue vapor replace the toddler's breathe.
"BOO!" Youngblood shouted, causing the kid to jump to his feet and spin on his heel in less than a second. He went so fast though he almost lost his balance and fell in the water. Youngblood fell over laughing.
"Who are you?" Danny asked, irritated. He really didn't find almost falling funny. The small captain's smile grew when he stopped laughing.
"I'm Youngblood! Captain of my very own pirate ship and ruler of the seven seas!" The ghost shouted; Danny was awed.
"A pirate ship?" He asked, jumping up and down and losing any trace he carried that he was sad, "You have a pirate ship?" The captain nodded.
"And a crew!" he added happily.
"Show me! Show me! Show me!" Youngblood's face held fear at first. His ship was destroyed and also resting at the bottom of the ocean…gulping, he turned back to the toddler.
"Well, I-uh," he started, Danny's grin never faded, "I-uh, w-what's your name?" he asked, hoping the little kid would fall for his distraction until he could come up with a better lie. To his liking, he did. The little kid totally forgot about the 'ship' Youngblood had mentioned before and his face lit up with a new type of glow.
"Danny!" He shouted happily, Youngblood smiled, "DANNY PHANTOM!" the captain's smile fell.
"Danny Phantom?" The ten-year-old asked, the toddler shook his head violently, "You're…a ghost?" Danny's brow furrowed in confusion and he cocked his head to the side.
"What's a gooooost?" he asked, having a hard time saying the word. Youngblood shook his head, smiling.
"Don't worry about it," he looked at the little kid thoughtfully, "Danny Phantom? I heard that name before…"
"Lots of a peoples have," Danny said, recalling absolutely everyone that ran off when they discovered his name. Youngblood smiled.
"Well kid, if you're a ghost then you can join my ghostly crew!" Danny's smile was so big, his face hurt. He liked this kid, he was really nice and was the only one that whole day that made him smile so big. Without a word, Danny nodded and started trembling with excitement. Youngblood put his arm around the hybrid and both started walking down the pier.
"You know something kid," he asked Danny who looked up at his newly found hero, "I think you and I are going to be good friends…"
"Can't you imbeciles work faster?" The skeleton parrot squawked at Youngblood's crew who just got a moan in response. Rolling his eyes, the parrot turned around and saw a grinning ten-year-old captain three inches from his face. Jumping back, he squawked so loud a few of the crew member's glanced over curiously, completely ignoring the bow of the boat fall to pieces.
Youngblood started laughing.
"Haha! I so scared you!" He cheered. The parrot was about to shout a comeback at his boss but the sound of another kid laughing made him stop. A white-haired boy was laughing uncontrollably along with the overanxious ten-year-old. The parrot frowned.
"Who's that?" he asked, "A ghost obviously, but-"
"He's our newest crew member!" Youngblood shouted gleefully, wrapping his arm around the toddler and placing him in a choke hold, "His name's uh…" Danny squeezed out from under Youngblood and nearly fell back from the force. He wasn't used to flying but Youngblood told him it was really rather easy…
"DANNY PHANTOM!" He shouted, throwing his hands up in the air and accidentally flipping upside-down in the process. Youngblood snickered.
"Sure he's a little…"
"Inexperienced?" The parrot squawked, raising an eyebrow at his boss.
"Uncoordinated," Youngblood corrected, grabbing Danny's foot and spinning him around the right way, "but he's got more spirit than these savage dogs!" he shouted, referring to his crew.
"It's, scurvy dogs," His pet corrected, "and of course he's got more spirit, he's a two-year-old ghost!" Youngblood's face fell.
"So what," he defended, "one more person to boss around. Speaking of bossing…" Youngblood glanced uneasy at his pirates. None of them were doing what they were supposed to be doing. One had a board and was smashing it against another's head, two were playing cards (looked like go fish), and three were using another's body limbs to play keep away, mixed with a screwed up version of golf. Youngblood frowned.
"Well, Danny," he said, glancing over at the toddler, "this is my…" Danny wasn't there. Shooting a glance at his parrot who just shrugged his shoulders, Youngblood took off around the site looking for the toddler. The parrot watched his captain leave. Danny Phantom…why did that name seem so familiar?
Danny got bored of the conversation Youngblood and his parrot were having the moment he was right-side up again. So, being the energetic two-year-old he was, he took off exploring. Youngblood's ship was…unusual. Every member of his crew seemed to be holding a piece of it and they all dropped it at the same time. Danny smiled. Being a pirate was easy!
"Hiya!" He shouted, causing any trace of work in the crewmembers to vanish, "I'm Danny!"
"Hi Danny!" the crew waved, Danny grinned. Now it was time to get serious…just like a pirate!
"You der!" He shouted, pointing to a random pirate, "Get da boat up from under the water pwease!" The pirate looked at him then smiled. Diving under the water, he surfaced with over half of the ship.
"Help him!" Danny demanded and smiled when he saw the crew obeyed. Sitting back and relaxing, he cocked his head to the side when they came up with a bunch of broken bits of wood.
"Fix it!"
So they did, and by the time Youngblood found Danny, the ship was already prepared.
"Y-You got them to listen?" The ten-year-old pirate asked the toddler who jumped up in response and nearly lost balance in the sky. Smiling he nodded his head.
"But…how?"
"Yous just gotta know the wite words!" Danny giggled, he had heard that somewhere before. Shrugging it off, the toddler flew/fell down to the ship, leaving the captain in total shock. He broke out of it when his bird crashed into him.
"Hey watch it!" Youngblood shouted, giving the parrot a deathly glare. The bird ignored the remark.
"I remember why Danny Phantom sounds so familiar!" Youngblood's eyebrows kicked up.
Danny was bored again. Now that the ship was fixed, there wasn't much to do. Then a thought came to him…after you fix something…what do you do?
BREAK IT!
The thought made Danny smile.
"Okay, Danny," A skeleton said to the toddler, causing him to look up, "We're done…now what?" Danny walked over to a barrel and pushed it down.
"DIS!" He shouted and started giggling. The crew got the hint. Pushing down all of the barrels, ripping the sails, and generally making a mess, Danny and the crew were having a blast until Youngblood and his parrot had to go and ruin it…
"WHAT ARE YOU KNUCKLEHEADS DOING!" He shouted, causing everyone (but Danny) to stop.
"Uh, dis?" A crew member asked, stabbing a knife into the bow of the boat. Youngblood frowned.
"Where's 'Danny Phantom'?" He asked blankly, and truthfully, the crew didn't know. Danny must've left the conversation out of boredom…again. They didn't have to bother looking though, Danny found them…
"HIYA! CAPOTIN YOUNGBLOOD!" The toddler shouted, waving from the crow's nest, "What does dis do?" He lifted up his hands to reveal a remote-like lever. The cord flowed down to the deck and coiled its way into the captain's quarters. Youngblood raised an eyebrow.
"How am I supposed to kno-"
"NO!" The parrot beside the ten-year-old squawked, "THAT'S THE SWITCH THAT ACTIVATES THE-"
Click!
A green bubble from below the deck pushed it's way upward and enclosed it's way around the ship, trapping the captain and crew inside of it.
"Ghost…shield…" There really was no point in finishing.
"Whoa!" A tiny voice said, Youngblood turned to the two-year-old who (coincidentally) was outside the ghost shield. He must've flown upward when the shield was first activated. Youngblood cursed himself for teaching the kid how to fly.
"Dat was sooooo cool!" He threw the switch behind him and smiled enormously before half-flying, half-wobbling, away.
Youngblood blinked.
"Now what?" He asked the parrot whose eye twitched slightly.
"LEAK!" Was the only response he got.
He can FLY! Haha, I picked Youngblood not only because most of you guys suggested it, but also someone had to cheer up Danny and an annoying ten-year-old was the best bet of doingso. The Box Ghost isn't in this chapter either but since Danny's heading to town he's going to meet Jonny and Kitty next. I figured since they're rarely in the Ghost Zone anyway, Danny can just 'bump' into them...hehe...See you next time!