Before the Shipwreck-Part Three
Title: Before the Shipwreck-Part Three
Author:meowbooks
Rating: PG
Characters: Pintel, Ragetti, Barbossa, Three Original Ones
Pairings: None
Summary: An account in their own words of how Charlie Mercer, Oliver Wainwright and Jonathan Green met the notorious and most evil Captain Barbossa of the Black Pearl.
What Can Ollie Do?
Quickly, we crawled to the other end of the roof. Ol’ Wooden Eye wrenched Jon out of the barrel. He was much shorter back then, he’s pretty much caught up with us at present, but then he was a shrimp and looked something awful. Coughing, spitting, hair stuck down by the water and trembling-whether it was from the water or the two I’ve never figured.
Straggly Hair sneered something fierce down at Jon, took him by the shoulders and said, “Alright boy, you know any others ‘round heres with bits of shine like this-” He held the coin up. “-would you? A bit years older than you?”
“I-I-I…”shivery Jon said. Charlie and I frowned at each other and I knew something had to be done. I looked hopefully at Charlie.
“No, no, no, no.” Charlie looked squinty at me. “Don’t look at me like that- I’m not about to walk any ol’ plank or lose MY shoes…”
“Speak up, boy! Come, come we haven’t all night!” growled the Straggly Hair.
“You tell ‘im Pintel!” snickered Ol’Wooden Eye beside him smirking at Jon.
“Charlie…we have to do something!” I whispered. “Do you want him to walk a plank?”
“He wouldn’t be following us around anymore.”
“CHARLIE!”
“Alright…maybe I’d mind a bit…” He cleared his throat and shouted down. “Speak FRENCH! Ask ‘em if they speak French in French!” I yanked Charlie out of the pirates’ view.
“What are you doing?”
“P-parley vous franchise?” The two pirates’ heads turned and they stared long and hard at Jon. The shorter one-Straggly Hair as I calls him, finally said, “What?”
“P-p-par-”
“He said parley!”Charlie shouted standing up.I tried to pull him back down. “Us being pirates we know what that means!” All three of them down there looked up at him. Jon was as confused as he had began. I shook my head and whispered, “I’d certainly like to know what I know.”
“Come on,” Charlie quick as a whip scurried down. What could I do, but follow?
The World Spins
I was wet, the world was still spinning, the two pirates were sneering at me, and I wasn’t in any state to argue with what a familiar voice said. I did what they asked. I spoke French. My pronunciation was off and I had never been good at accents, but I said it. The effect was immediate. The two pirates stared at me and the one with two eyes demanded to know what I had said. I bit my lip. I probably said they were a piece of stinky cheese-they’re going to feed me broccoli! I don’t like broccoli! I like coconuts!
I tried again, but their three evil eyes glared effectively rendering me into a stuttering, little, trembling, and still dizzy mess.
“Take us to your Captain!” commanded Charlie jumping off a barrel and landing easily on his feet. He looked quite heroic. Oliver appeared at my side, grinned at him and bit into an apple. I still haven’t figured out where he puts them. They lose things like hats, shoes, wigs, a pig, and on one occasion a sack stuffed with mud, but they always seem to make food appear out of nothingness.
The two pirates exchanged a look and shrugged. The tall skinny one grabbed Charlie and Oliver by the shoulder steering them ahead of him. “After you.”
The other swung his lantern before him silently telling me to walk to my broccoli eating, mermaid kissing, shoeless, dirt covered doom.We were nudged into a rowboat and the two rowed until we pulled up alongside the pirate ship. I climbed up the side and my hand touched the rung at the top. I moved to pull myself on deck, but found boots. I looked up and screamed.
It was a SKELETON! A rotting, foul, unnatural, commanding, boot wearing skeleton! I started scrambling back down.
“Oy, what yeh doing?” snapped the voice of stouter pirate. My feet were stuck to the rungs, and my eyes were stuck on the most horrifying detail of the the skeleton. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Oh, Jon!
I remember that! No shirt? Oh, who cares about that bit? Shhh. It’s my turn. It was amazing. The skeleton rolled his eyes at Jon and stepped away to let him climb up. He stepped out of the moonlight and-and turned into a man! I had to stare straight up just to see his eyes when I stood next to him later. I would’ve sooner-if Jon hadn’t just stopped in the middle of climbing.
Honestly, you’d think he could’ve crawled onto the deck first before screaming and staring with his mouth open like the dead fish I see at the market. No. He had to stop right there and give me a fantastic view of his feet. “Oy, I saved your life! Moving would be a good thing!”
He crawled onto the deck, stood up and stared again. That’s when I climbed up and stared too, only I actually made sense when I said something, “Can you teach me to do that?”
The tall muscled skeleton, rolled his eyes and walked away. He moved out the moonlight and returned to boring-I'm-a-human-pirate. That was disappointing. I'd thought once you turned you'd stay a bit longer. I began thinking up all the things I could do if I could POOF become a rotting skeleton. I could probably scare Mary Perkins while she's out on errands or-or Jon! Yeah, that would show him for being like a mysterious puppy. Turning up when he shouldn't and-
"Move up there, you!" said the shorter pirate shoving me towards a door. I rubbed my shoulder, turned around and was 'bout to tell him he was a bossy, barnacle head when I noticed he'd gone all skeletal too. Jon went mad. He started up shrieking and he wrenched me through the door. Being who he was he knocked us right into a bearded, old man with a large round brimmed hat.
Jon fell on his knees, "Please, please, please, no vegetables, no more skeletons, I haven't any more shoes! Take his! Take his!" He tried taking my shoes off, but I scrambled out of the way. Who was he to be giving away MY shoes?
Part 2
Part 4
Table of Contents
Author:meowbooks
Rating: PG
Characters: Pintel, Ragetti, Barbossa, Three Original Ones
Pairings: None
Summary: An account in their own words of how Charlie Mercer, Oliver Wainwright and Jonathan Green met the notorious and most evil Captain Barbossa of the Black Pearl.
What Can Ollie Do?
Quickly, we crawled to the other end of the roof. Ol’ Wooden Eye wrenched Jon out of the barrel. He was much shorter back then, he’s pretty much caught up with us at present, but then he was a shrimp and looked something awful. Coughing, spitting, hair stuck down by the water and trembling-whether it was from the water or the two I’ve never figured.
Straggly Hair sneered something fierce down at Jon, took him by the shoulders and said, “Alright boy, you know any others ‘round heres with bits of shine like this-” He held the coin up. “-would you? A bit years older than you?”
“I-I-I…”shivery Jon said. Charlie and I frowned at each other and I knew something had to be done. I looked hopefully at Charlie.
“No, no, no, no.” Charlie looked squinty at me. “Don’t look at me like that- I’m not about to walk any ol’ plank or lose MY shoes…”
“Speak up, boy! Come, come we haven’t all night!” growled the Straggly Hair.
“You tell ‘im Pintel!” snickered Ol’Wooden Eye beside him smirking at Jon.
“Charlie…we have to do something!” I whispered. “Do you want him to walk a plank?”
“He wouldn’t be following us around anymore.”
“CHARLIE!”
“Alright…maybe I’d mind a bit…” He cleared his throat and shouted down. “Speak FRENCH! Ask ‘em if they speak French in French!” I yanked Charlie out of the pirates’ view.
“What are you doing?”
“P-parley vous franchise?” The two pirates’ heads turned and they stared long and hard at Jon. The shorter one-Straggly Hair as I calls him, finally said, “What?”
“P-p-par-”
“He said parley!”Charlie shouted standing up.I tried to pull him back down. “Us being pirates we know what that means!” All three of them down there looked up at him. Jon was as confused as he had began. I shook my head and whispered, “I’d certainly like to know what I know.”
“Come on,” Charlie quick as a whip scurried down. What could I do, but follow?
The World Spins
I was wet, the world was still spinning, the two pirates were sneering at me, and I wasn’t in any state to argue with what a familiar voice said. I did what they asked. I spoke French. My pronunciation was off and I had never been good at accents, but I said it. The effect was immediate. The two pirates stared at me and the one with two eyes demanded to know what I had said. I bit my lip. I probably said they were a piece of stinky cheese-they’re going to feed me broccoli! I don’t like broccoli! I like coconuts!
I tried again, but their three evil eyes glared effectively rendering me into a stuttering, little, trembling, and still dizzy mess.
“Take us to your Captain!” commanded Charlie jumping off a barrel and landing easily on his feet. He looked quite heroic. Oliver appeared at my side, grinned at him and bit into an apple. I still haven’t figured out where he puts them. They lose things like hats, shoes, wigs, a pig, and on one occasion a sack stuffed with mud, but they always seem to make food appear out of nothingness.
The two pirates exchanged a look and shrugged. The tall skinny one grabbed Charlie and Oliver by the shoulder steering them ahead of him. “After you.”
The other swung his lantern before him silently telling me to walk to my broccoli eating, mermaid kissing, shoeless, dirt covered doom.We were nudged into a rowboat and the two rowed until we pulled up alongside the pirate ship. I climbed up the side and my hand touched the rung at the top. I moved to pull myself on deck, but found boots. I looked up and screamed.
It was a SKELETON! A rotting, foul, unnatural, commanding, boot wearing skeleton! I started scrambling back down.
“Oy, what yeh doing?” snapped the voice of stouter pirate. My feet were stuck to the rungs, and my eyes were stuck on the most horrifying detail of the the skeleton. He wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Oh, Jon!
I remember that! No shirt? Oh, who cares about that bit? Shhh. It’s my turn. It was amazing. The skeleton rolled his eyes at Jon and stepped away to let him climb up. He stepped out of the moonlight and-and turned into a man! I had to stare straight up just to see his eyes when I stood next to him later. I would’ve sooner-if Jon hadn’t just stopped in the middle of climbing.
Honestly, you’d think he could’ve crawled onto the deck first before screaming and staring with his mouth open like the dead fish I see at the market. No. He had to stop right there and give me a fantastic view of his feet. “Oy, I saved your life! Moving would be a good thing!”
He crawled onto the deck, stood up and stared again. That’s when I climbed up and stared too, only I actually made sense when I said something, “Can you teach me to do that?”
The tall muscled skeleton, rolled his eyes and walked away. He moved out the moonlight and returned to boring-I'm-a-human-pirate. That was disappointing. I'd thought once you turned you'd stay a bit longer. I began thinking up all the things I could do if I could POOF become a rotting skeleton. I could probably scare Mary Perkins while she's out on errands or-or Jon! Yeah, that would show him for being like a mysterious puppy. Turning up when he shouldn't and-
"Move up there, you!" said the shorter pirate shoving me towards a door. I rubbed my shoulder, turned around and was 'bout to tell him he was a bossy, barnacle head when I noticed he'd gone all skeletal too. Jon went mad. He started up shrieking and he wrenched me through the door. Being who he was he knocked us right into a bearded, old man with a large round brimmed hat.
Jon fell on his knees, "Please, please, please, no vegetables, no more skeletons, I haven't any more shoes! Take his! Take his!" He tried taking my shoes off, but I scrambled out of the way. Who was he to be giving away MY shoes?
Part 2
Part 4
Table of Contents