Yes, I know, I missed update Wednesday. (ducks all the various objects thrown at her) hey! Who would throw a perfectly good box of bite size butterfingers? Oh well, more for me.
Wow! I'm sorry. I didn't know you all liked Rachel so much, but all good things must come to an end.
I may not be updating on a regular basis any more, but that does not mean in any way that the story is over with. In fact it is far from over. I most defiantly will update every chance I get, but that might not be as regularly as possible as my finals and boards are coming up in a few weeks. Wish me luck!
This week's chapter is dedicated to:
word junky (even though you kinda put down on my fic, throws discarded bite sized butterfingers box)
New reviewer! Yay! Yeah, I know, but there will be more PotC later, but since the story is so different from the original, I find it is important to set it up so that you know where my original characters are coming from. As I said before, this story has been floating around and maturing in my head for a while now, I just think that it fits well with PotC.
Le Jack: You feel sad? Think how I feel, for my story to go in the general direction planned I had to kill off my name-sake. So sad. But I do apologize for any bruised or hurt feelings.
CAPTAIN Matey Sparrow:1 hey, no worries, happens to everyone.
2. glad you think so, that is what I was going for
3. yes, that he did
4. well, if you waited, you would get to see, non?
5. I didn't intend for it so sound like some one was shot. Well mebbe a little bit, but as you saw, it was just to begin the race.
6. Yes, I guess I made him into the stereotypical mean, jerky, I-think-I'm-god's-gift-to-women, bratty, aristocrat, but then there is always the other end of the spectrum, currently filled by our former leading man, Link.
7. Yes, but we may see him again, I have not yet decided
8. Yes, as Fred put it "sadness reigns omnipotent" the general consensus follows along the same lines.
AKAFredandGeorge: Yes, that is the movie line, can you get the movie quote from the previous chapter?
Fred: yes, I know you wanted me to kill off the " sleazy #$!" as you so eloquently put it. As for making your review seem dirty you have only yourselves to blame, you know you're the ones that corrupted my sweet innocent, impressionable mind. Um, would you mind removing that gray pall now?
Sarah-K-O-M: Yes, sorry, but it is for the story to progress.
LittleCountryDragon: yeah, more fighting. It is coming, I promise, but I'm setting up a bit more of the story for ya all, cause if it was mayhem all the time, there would be no story line.
Drink-Up-Me-Hearties-Yo-Ho: Um, what can I say to that?
Back to that talk the master of Bridgewood had with his son…
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"EDMOND!" The master of Bridgewood burst into the back parlor.
"Yes, Father?" Edmond was slouching side ways in a chair, legs flung, nonchalantly, over one arm, aimlessly flipping through a book.
"Look at me when I speaking to you!"
Edmond sighed and closed the book, looking up at his father. "Bloody boring, anyhow." He muttered "Was there something you wanted father?"
The older man glared at Edmond. "You've been bothering the maids again."
Edmond shrugged opening up the book and flipping the pages again. "Just a little fun is all."
"Your face suggests otherwise." He fumed, referring to the bruised and broken skin across the bridge of Edmond's nose.
"It's of no consequence." Edmond shrugged again. "I hope you fired the boy, by the way."
"No consequence! I've lost many of my employ because of you!"
"You always seem to find more." Edmond responded, plucking at the sleeve of his shirt.
"Edmond! You have a child!" the master had never intended to tell his son. He wanted to protect the little girl.
Edmond let out a cruel bark of laughter. "Three of them! Oh, don't look so surprised father. I'm actually impressed that you found out. But, I knew that it would most likely happen, eventually. Come to think of it, Marci was showing some before I paid her off and sent her away. Out of all three she was the hardest to get rid of, and she was a meek little thing…"
The master of Bridgewood was disgusted and angry. Beyond angry. Enraged. He had only known about one. The one that was staying under his roof at the manor. And three more! Perhaps even others! How many young maids had suddenly quit over the years? He was so furious, he was shaking.
"That is it! He roared, coming to a sudden decision. "You are leaving! I'm sending you away!"
"To where, father" Edmond sneered. "A European holiday, perchance? You know that I have been black lettered by every notable university in these back water colonies."
"I'm sending you to the army."
"A commission? Wonderful." Edmond shot sarcastically.
"No. I am done giving you things you don't deserve. You will be a foot solider."
Edmond looked up at his father in panic.
"But foot soldiers are put through torturous training! They are the lowest rank! Looked down on!"
"Perhaps they can teach you some discipline! Lord knows I've failed!"
"But foot soldiers die father, they die!"
"Then you better learn, and learn well. Maybe by some misconstrued miracle, they might promote your miserable corpse! I'll have the coach at the front of the house in a quarter hour. Don't bother packing much, as I doubt you will need any fancy clothes or anything of that sort. One quarter hour." And with that the master of Bridgewood left.
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The Black Pearl"You lost it? How could you lose it! I trusted you Jack."
Jack shot a look at Gibbs, obviously annoyed at the lack of security. Gibbs made a shrugging motion and waved towards a grappling hook hanging off the side of the ship. Jack's eyes widened a bit at seeing the small scratch one of the hook's prongs made on the railing.
"Sorry lad. And it's Captain Sparrow, mate." He gave one of his trademark grins.
Wham! A fist made solid contact with Jack's jaw. "Damn, that felt good." The younger man said, shaking his hand slightly.
"Alright," Jack said, gingerly moving his jaw. "my mistake. You'll get a new one, a better one."
"Jack! It's irreplaceable!"
"Terribly sorry."
"You better at least try to find it." The young man growled dangerously before turning to a rope and descending it to his waiting skiff.
Jack moved to the side of the Black Pearl and watched as the small craft was rowed away. "Relatives." He muttered, shaking his head.
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BridgewoodKatrina stared up at the ceiling. She couldn't fall asleep. She was worried about Sera. The little girl didn't seem to be the same.
Three weeks. It had been three weeks since she had seen the little girl smile. She also didn't run around shrieking. Katrina even missed the mischief that seemed to follow the child around. Sera had become clingy and always seemed to need Katrina in sight, often attaching herself to Katrina's skirts.
With a sigh, Katrina rolled to her side, trying to get more comfortable. What was that noise? There it was again. Oh no. Katrina groaned. Not again. She flung her blankets back and swung her feet to the floor. She rushed to Sera's room, pushing open the door. Sera was whimpering and fighting in her sleep.
"Sera…" Katrina sat down on the little girl's bed "Sera…" she shook her gently.
"Kitty!" Sera flung her arms around Katrina's neck, her small body shaking.
Katrina hugged the little girl to herself. "Shhhh. It's ok. It was just a dream. Dreams can't hurt you, remember?"
Sera nodded into Katrina's neck.
"Was it the same dream as before?" Katrina asked once the girl stopped trembling.
Another nod.
"Are you alright now?"
Nod.
"Good girl." Katrina gently disentangled Sera's arms from her neck and got up to go back to her own room, but Sera caught her hand.
"Kitty? Stay?" Sera looked at her with terrified and scared eyes.
"Ok, but only until you fall asleep. Alright?"
Sera nodded. "Story?"
Katrina sat down on the edge of the bed again, Sera curling up to her side. "Hmm, let me think, ah. Once upon a time, the whole Kingdom was celebrating the royal birth of the baby princess…"
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"and they all lived happily ever after."
Katrina smiled down at the soundly sleeping Sera. She pulled up the blanket to cover her and returned to her own bed. She woke up the next morning with Sera snuggled to her side.
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So there we are. Ending on a cute note for this chapter. Yes, that is more of Jack inserted in there. Yes, he will show up in greater quantities in the up coming chapters.
See, LittleCountryDragon? I told you there would be more fighting, well, at least I got a punch in there.
Um… find the movie quote! Oh, and that one "Oh mother, shut up!" was from the Titanic.
Reviews are as good as bite sized butter fingers (yes I am hooked on them today).
Read you later! –Scarlet Rebelle
P.S. dyed my hair today, now it is deep auburn! oh, and I started a new job too!