A/N: Finals were over as of about 12:00 PM today, and I LIVE!
Hahaha. This is the end,
mon amies, so I shall give my last word of thanks to all who have reviewed these past
chapters: THANKS to Reese Sparrow, PhilosopherCat, Chaa, Yakkorat, Marie the Black
Rose, PED-Sarah, Tabby Kitten, Artemis Rain, s n o g g i n g withdrawal, Alex92, Cap'n
Keira Sparrow, Lena, Eby, TheSilverLady, TPP, OtterMoon, Nirobe, Jenmm31, Jack
Sparrow's Black Pearl, The Pink Sheep, Antigone Q, lauren, Cat Eyes1,
mIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE, Docalu, Softbrush, MetaChi, STILLcantSWIM, Xaa, Sherlock,
grey mitten, Erin, mili, Sandy Black and Vicky Lupin, and Pheep.
As soon as Will climbed up the gangplank of the Black Pearl, he was instantly bombarded
by a little blur with long, blonde hair trailing behind her.
"I was only gone for less than an hour, Amelia-" Will started, but Amelia pulled away from
her Daddy to show him a face of recent suffering.
"Daddy!" the child whined. "Mummy grounded me! She grounded ME!"
"Why?" Will asked, startled.
"I-had-a-knife, but that's not the point!" Amelia said hurriedly. "I didn't use it!"
"How did she ground you?" her father asked.
"Mummy said-" The child instantly burst into tears, here, "-that I was grounded from my
toys for a week!"
"Calm down, Sweetie," Will said as his daughter sobbed, loudly. "You left your toys at
home, and we won't be back for TWO weeks." Amelia stopped crying abruptly and
thought about this.
"Well, the fact that I was grounded!…" Amelia trailed off, but kissed her daddy and hopped
out of his arms in time to see Jack board the ship with a little boy Amelia didn't recognize,
who looked a little unhealthy and a lot like Captain Sparrow. The boy glanced in her
direction, and she smiled sweetly to him.
"Who's that, Captain?" Jim whispered to his father.
"That be Amelia Turner; daughter of me friends Will and Elizabeth," Jack replied.
"She's very pretty," Jim said in a low voice.
"Go talk to her, then!" Jack suggested, pushing Jim up the gangplank ahead of him. Jim
strolled cockily up to Amelia, trying to impress her with a spin of his pistol, but he dropped it.
Amelia giggled.
"My name is Jim."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Jim; I am Amelia."
"Have you been sad recently, miss?" Jim asked, politely, picking up his gun and placing it
back in it's holster.
"I'm over it," Amelia gushed, wiping her eyes.
"Amelia Turner!" Elizabeth shouted, interrupting the conversation as she stormed up to the
girl, who winced and rolled her eyes, trying to act indifferent in front of a boy. "What did I
tell you, young lady?"
"I'm not to leave the cabin, I know, I'm going," Amelia sighed, stalking off. "Farewell, Jim,
I shall see you again presently," she called over her shoulder to the boy. Elizabeth turned to
him.
"You must be Jim," she said, kindly, giving a small laugh. "I'm glad you're safe." She
stepped to her husband. "Will, what happened? Did everything go all right? Were the
pirates terrifying?"
"TerriFIED, more like," he said, grinning. "There was no danger around them, don't you
worry."
"Aye, Elizabeth!" Jack intervened, cutting between the couple. "Everything worked out
fine." He approached his boy and said; "Now why don't we all go down to the hold and
drink ourselves sil- I mean -" He eyed Will and Elizabeth, apprehensively. He coughed,
then said; "Let's go."
"Aye-aye, Captain!" Jim called happily, trotting alongside his dad. They both climbed down
the laddera to the lower levels and disappeared from Will and Elizabeth's sight.
"Jack is a terrible father," Elizabeth muttered under her breath to Will.
"He knows not how to behave, sometimes… But he loves the kid, and that makes him a
wonderful father," Will said.
"I love you," Elizabeth cooed, suddenly.
"And I love you," Will smoothly retorted.
"Oh, this is getting disgusting!" Lofty Ben hooted down from his post in the crow's nest.
"Go do that someplace else, will ya?"
*
Andrea Blanche was in a small rowboat, which she shared with Yukon, headed back to her
ship from the shores of Martinique. Ozzy and Bob were busy with their own boat a ways
back, trying to work the oars as they were spinning in circles, but Andrea and Yukon were
already nearly halfway there, as the idiots were still barely off land.
"I can't believe my luck," the captain grumbled, manning the oars herself as Yukon stared
off over the side of the boat. He had suggested that she row to get rid of some of the
conflicting feelings she was experiencing at the moment. It was working, but it didn't help
her ranting. "We could have been rich pirates now, Yukon! Rich pirates! And
what are we stuck as? No better off than before, with nothing!"
"It'll get better, mademoiselle," said he, simply. As the pair rowed into the shade cast by the
looming Black Pearl, they came upon a porthole from which the figure of a little girl could be
seen. A sudden idea struck the crafty mind of Blanche.
"Psst! Hey, kid!" Andrea called, setting the oars down inside the boat, a few feet away from
the porthole, letting it drift softly to a stop. The girl didn't seem to know from where the
sound came at first, but she discovered the pirates outside and poked her head through.
"Yeah?" Amelia asked, bravely.
"What's your name?" Andrea demanded. She gave Yukon a wink.
"Amelia Turner," the girl replied, clearly.
"Amelia Turner," the lady addressed the child, deep in thought. "What are you doing all
alone in there?"
"I was grounded," the child said, her eyes downcast. "I have to stay here."
"That rots," Andrea agreed, reading the girl's face. A grin spread across hers. "You're
not one of Jack Sparrow's, that's certain. You've got spunk, kid; I like ya! Would you
be interested in a little adven-" She stopped, mid-word, contemplating the consequences.
Yukon gave her a warning look.
"Never tu mind," Andrea grumbled, picking up her oars again and rowing away, out of
Amelia's sight. The child just blinked.
A few minutes later, Ozzy and Bob spun close to the Black Pearl and hit it with their
rowboat with a dull thud, right ahead of Amelia's porthole. She had the sudden urge to
take the lady pirate's offer and jump out the little window into the boat with these men.
What life would be like as a pirate! Free, thrilling, daring, without grounding or rules
or parents telling you what to do! It could be wonderful! Spectacular! Fantastic!
Amelia's daydreams were suddenly interrupted by a 'glub glub' sound as the little boat
broke in half and sank, so she pulled her head back inside the Black Pearl, swung the
porthole shut, and went to sleep.
FINIS
mon amies, so I shall give my last word of thanks to all who have reviewed these past
chapters: THANKS to Reese Sparrow, PhilosopherCat, Chaa, Yakkorat, Marie the Black
Rose, PED-Sarah, Tabby Kitten, Artemis Rain, s n o g g i n g withdrawal, Alex92, Cap'n
Keira Sparrow, Lena, Eby, TheSilverLady, TPP, OtterMoon, Nirobe, Jenmm31, Jack
Sparrow's Black Pearl, The Pink Sheep, Antigone Q, lauren, Cat Eyes1,
mIsUnDeRsToOdGnOmE, Docalu, Softbrush, MetaChi, STILLcantSWIM, Xaa, Sherlock,
grey mitten, Erin, mili, Sandy Black and Vicky Lupin, and Pheep.
As soon as Will climbed up the gangplank of the Black Pearl, he was instantly bombarded
by a little blur with long, blonde hair trailing behind her.
"I was only gone for less than an hour, Amelia-" Will started, but Amelia pulled away from
her Daddy to show him a face of recent suffering.
"Daddy!" the child whined. "Mummy grounded me! She grounded ME!"
"Why?" Will asked, startled.
"I-had-a-knife, but that's not the point!" Amelia said hurriedly. "I didn't use it!"
"How did she ground you?" her father asked.
"Mummy said-" The child instantly burst into tears, here, "-that I was grounded from my
toys for a week!"
"Calm down, Sweetie," Will said as his daughter sobbed, loudly. "You left your toys at
home, and we won't be back for TWO weeks." Amelia stopped crying abruptly and
thought about this.
"Well, the fact that I was grounded!…" Amelia trailed off, but kissed her daddy and hopped
out of his arms in time to see Jack board the ship with a little boy Amelia didn't recognize,
who looked a little unhealthy and a lot like Captain Sparrow. The boy glanced in her
direction, and she smiled sweetly to him.
"Who's that, Captain?" Jim whispered to his father.
"That be Amelia Turner; daughter of me friends Will and Elizabeth," Jack replied.
"She's very pretty," Jim said in a low voice.
"Go talk to her, then!" Jack suggested, pushing Jim up the gangplank ahead of him. Jim
strolled cockily up to Amelia, trying to impress her with a spin of his pistol, but he dropped it.
Amelia giggled.
"My name is Jim."
"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Jim; I am Amelia."
"Have you been sad recently, miss?" Jim asked, politely, picking up his gun and placing it
back in it's holster.
"I'm over it," Amelia gushed, wiping her eyes.
"Amelia Turner!" Elizabeth shouted, interrupting the conversation as she stormed up to the
girl, who winced and rolled her eyes, trying to act indifferent in front of a boy. "What did I
tell you, young lady?"
"I'm not to leave the cabin, I know, I'm going," Amelia sighed, stalking off. "Farewell, Jim,
I shall see you again presently," she called over her shoulder to the boy. Elizabeth turned to
him.
"You must be Jim," she said, kindly, giving a small laugh. "I'm glad you're safe." She
stepped to her husband. "Will, what happened? Did everything go all right? Were the
pirates terrifying?"
"TerriFIED, more like," he said, grinning. "There was no danger around them, don't you
worry."
"Aye, Elizabeth!" Jack intervened, cutting between the couple. "Everything worked out
fine." He approached his boy and said; "Now why don't we all go down to the hold and
drink ourselves sil- I mean -" He eyed Will and Elizabeth, apprehensively. He coughed,
then said; "Let's go."
"Aye-aye, Captain!" Jim called happily, trotting alongside his dad. They both climbed down
the laddera to the lower levels and disappeared from Will and Elizabeth's sight.
"Jack is a terrible father," Elizabeth muttered under her breath to Will.
"He knows not how to behave, sometimes… But he loves the kid, and that makes him a
wonderful father," Will said.
"I love you," Elizabeth cooed, suddenly.
"And I love you," Will smoothly retorted.
"Oh, this is getting disgusting!" Lofty Ben hooted down from his post in the crow's nest.
"Go do that someplace else, will ya?"
*
Andrea Blanche was in a small rowboat, which she shared with Yukon, headed back to her
ship from the shores of Martinique. Ozzy and Bob were busy with their own boat a ways
back, trying to work the oars as they were spinning in circles, but Andrea and Yukon were
already nearly halfway there, as the idiots were still barely off land.
"I can't believe my luck," the captain grumbled, manning the oars herself as Yukon stared
off over the side of the boat. He had suggested that she row to get rid of some of the
conflicting feelings she was experiencing at the moment. It was working, but it didn't help
her ranting. "We could have been rich pirates now, Yukon! Rich pirates! And
what are we stuck as? No better off than before, with nothing!"
"It'll get better, mademoiselle," said he, simply. As the pair rowed into the shade cast by the
looming Black Pearl, they came upon a porthole from which the figure of a little girl could be
seen. A sudden idea struck the crafty mind of Blanche.
"Psst! Hey, kid!" Andrea called, setting the oars down inside the boat, a few feet away from
the porthole, letting it drift softly to a stop. The girl didn't seem to know from where the
sound came at first, but she discovered the pirates outside and poked her head through.
"Yeah?" Amelia asked, bravely.
"What's your name?" Andrea demanded. She gave Yukon a wink.
"Amelia Turner," the girl replied, clearly.
"Amelia Turner," the lady addressed the child, deep in thought. "What are you doing all
alone in there?"
"I was grounded," the child said, her eyes downcast. "I have to stay here."
"That rots," Andrea agreed, reading the girl's face. A grin spread across hers. "You're
not one of Jack Sparrow's, that's certain. You've got spunk, kid; I like ya! Would you
be interested in a little adven-" She stopped, mid-word, contemplating the consequences.
Yukon gave her a warning look.
"Never tu mind," Andrea grumbled, picking up her oars again and rowing away, out of
Amelia's sight. The child just blinked.
A few minutes later, Ozzy and Bob spun close to the Black Pearl and hit it with their
rowboat with a dull thud, right ahead of Amelia's porthole. She had the sudden urge to
take the lady pirate's offer and jump out the little window into the boat with these men.
What life would be like as a pirate! Free, thrilling, daring, without grounding or rules
or parents telling you what to do! It could be wonderful! Spectacular! Fantastic!
Amelia's daydreams were suddenly interrupted by a 'glub glub' sound as the little boat
broke in half and sank, so she pulled her head back inside the Black Pearl, swung the
porthole shut, and went to sleep.
FINIS