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One Thing Led To Another (POTC/MTI based)
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You're starting to sound like me with my upcoming Ghostbusters/Muppets fan fic, sweetie. Haha. If this story heads in that PG-13 direction (like the PotC movies did), then I'm completely okay with that. I'm just having fun reading this awesome story.
Have to admit though that I was a little surprise to find out about Gonzo. Hope we get some insight as to what happened between him and Hawkins that led to such a cruel fate for the blue weirdo.
And I love the "author comments" that you're including in parenthesis. I'm doing the same thing for "Who Ya Gonna Call?"
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Chatting away <3
Jim was thankful of the warmth his ensemble provided. As part of his ensemble, he wore a long black frock coat embroidered with a faded gold floral design and a decorated white waistcoat to match. A black sash hugged his waist. The undershirt that he wore was decorated with much more frill than those of most pirates.
He took out his pocket watch just to gander at the time. He had some trouble with sight as his typically layered long kept at the chin leveled hair (bangs included) swayed from the wind’s constant bickering. The moon illuminated the shadows when the sun obscured itself to make room for Luna. “Well, well, if it isn’t Jim.” She said sternly. “I guard this part of the world tonight, and I suggest you stay peaceful in my presence.” Her voice was hauntingly soothing.
His pink lips formed into a sly smile, “And what if I don’t comply, Miss Luna?” he asked laughingly. The sand unsettled as he took lazy steps forward. His cerulean eyes lingered on his dirt encrusted nails, awaiting an answer from the night’s goddess. Before she could answer, of course, he spoke up again. “Don’t you have Bear to talk to tonight?” He questioned.
Her serenity was unfazed by his arrogance; it was all too predictable to her. She had seen personalities, faces, and deeds of every kind. His attempt to intimidate would have set men running, but not her. “Why have you changed so much, Jim?” She asked almost sorrowfully.
His pride set him off, unable to sympathize with her on his changes. “I’ve become something better, Goddess!” He replied simply. The man twirled happily, swinging his sword skillfully, with grace—finesse ever notable in his actions.
Luna chuckled dryly “You’ve become something monstrous. The wind told me your story…of when he cast himself out to sea, you swore something to yourself,” She reminded. “…That you’d never become what he was, yes?”
The wind that had tackled him around so violently had stopped. Memories flickered, all faded, nothing more but fragments in his mind. He looked up to her “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said honestly. “I don’t care to remember, either.”
Luna looked him as a fool. Her kind nature was the only barrier to her harming him. She decided to remain silent after his request. She never helped those who clearly didn’t need it. Speaking of help, she spotted tomfoolery in the midst of the quiet. “
“Please, no more!” The middle-aged man cried.
“Yeah, take that, you old kelp!” Polly Lobster teased.
“Hey, maybe we should let him go.” Clueless Morgan said thoughtfully.
“Why do you say that?” Asked Deadly.
“He said…please.” The goat answered politely.
“You idiot! Why are you gonna let him go?” Polly demanded.
“He did say please, dear.” Angel Marie said, batting his eyelashes shamelessly.
“And he’s cute, too.” Said O’Brian (guess).
The humored captain tilted his head to the side in wonder. “This is our world, mayor! You have no say in this.” He reminded flatly, taking another swig at his drink. He knew how to handle himself well when it came to these unhealthy habits (don’t drink—not good for you).
“I do.” The wise moon cut in sharply.
His crew nodded fearfully to her immensity; they carried the treasure they were supposed to hide and dug it into the sand quietly, afraid to even whistle in her company.
They observed their disdained leader wondrously.
“Luna, do you know which the safest route to Agua de Vida is?” She asked, ignoring their stares. If she wasn’t going to let him cause his intended havoc, she’d at least be somewhat useful in his quest.
“Find it yourself, pirate.” She said calmly.
He nodded. He looked to the seaweed-covered purse that Tia Dalma gave him, and wondered, what would it help him with?
The shimmering azure waves tackled the shore powerfully, capturing his attention. Luna appeared puzzled by sudden change in the ocean’s pattern. The others joined into the sighting.
He smiled lightly. “Boys, we sail at dawn.”
They cheered…all except Luna.
Moonlight Daze
Jim was thankful of the warmth his ensemble provided. As part of his ensemble, he wore a long black frock coat embroidered with a faded gold floral design and a decorated white waistcoat to match. A black sash hugged his waist. The undershirt that he wore was decorated with much more frill than those of most pirates.
He took out his pocket watch just to gander at the time. He had some trouble with sight as his typically layered long kept at the chin leveled hair (bangs included) swayed from the wind’s constant bickering. The moon illuminated the shadows when the sun obscured itself to make room for Luna. “Well, well, if it isn’t Jim.” She said sternly. “I guard this part of the world tonight, and I suggest you stay peaceful in my presence.” Her voice was hauntingly soothing.
His pink lips formed into a sly smile, “And what if I don’t comply, Miss Luna?” he asked laughingly. The sand unsettled as he took lazy steps forward. His cerulean eyes lingered on his dirt encrusted nails, awaiting an answer from the night’s goddess. Before she could answer, of course, he spoke up again. “Don’t you have Bear to talk to tonight?” He questioned.
Her serenity was unfazed by his arrogance; it was all too predictable to her. She had seen personalities, faces, and deeds of every kind. His attempt to intimidate would have set men running, but not her. “Why have you changed so much, Jim?” She asked almost sorrowfully.
His pride set him off, unable to sympathize with her on his changes. “I’ve become something better, Goddess!” He replied simply. The man twirled happily, swinging his sword skillfully, with grace—finesse ever notable in his actions.
Luna chuckled dryly “You’ve become something monstrous. The wind told me your story…of when he cast himself out to sea, you swore something to yourself,” She reminded. “…That you’d never become what he was, yes?”
The wind that had tackled him around so violently had stopped. Memories flickered, all faded, nothing more but fragments in his mind. He looked up to her “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said honestly. “I don’t care to remember, either.”
Luna looked him as a fool. Her kind nature was the only barrier to her harming him. She decided to remain silent after his request. She never helped those who clearly didn’t need it. Speaking of help, she spotted tomfoolery in the midst of the quiet. “
“Please, no more!” The middle-aged man cried.
“Yeah, take that, you old kelp!” Polly Lobster teased.
“Hey, maybe we should let him go.” Clueless Morgan said thoughtfully.
“Why do you say that?” Asked Deadly.
“He said…please.” The goat answered politely.
“You idiot! Why are you gonna let him go?” Polly demanded.
“He did say please, dear.” Angel Marie said, batting his eyelashes shamelessly.
“And he’s cute, too.” Said O’Brian (guess).
The humored captain tilted his head to the side in wonder. “This is our world, mayor! You have no say in this.” He reminded flatly, taking another swig at his drink. He knew how to handle himself well when it came to these unhealthy habits (don’t drink—not good for you).
“I do.” The wise moon cut in sharply.
His crew nodded fearfully to her immensity; they carried the treasure they were supposed to hide and dug it into the sand quietly, afraid to even whistle in her company.
They observed their disdained leader wondrously.
“Luna, do you know which the safest route to Agua de Vida is?” She asked, ignoring their stares. If she wasn’t going to let him cause his intended havoc, she’d at least be somewhat useful in his quest.
“Find it yourself, pirate.” She said calmly.
He nodded. He looked to the seaweed-covered purse that Tia Dalma gave him, and wondered, what would it help him with?
The shimmering azure waves tackled the shore powerfully, capturing his attention. Luna appeared puzzled by sudden change in the ocean’s pattern. The others joined into the sighting.
He smiled lightly. “Boys, we sail at dawn.”
They cheered…all except Luna.
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Such a mysterious chapter! It took me a while to realize that Luna was the moon character from Bear in the Big Blue House. LOL!
Can't wait to read more, sweetie. Thanks for updating this story. I've been anxious to know when you'd get back to it.
Can't wait to read more, sweetie. Thanks for updating this story. I've been anxious to know when you'd get back to it.
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Oh, it was actually spelled O'Brien? O_O
(Reddens) Well, the guess thing was to remind some (who don't remember the smexy Big fat baby eating...yeah LOL).
LOL! Yes, I ADORE Luna, Sean.
<3 She is awesome.
Ahem.
Aww, thank you, Sean.
I've been wondering that, too.
o_0
(Reddens) Well, the guess thing was to remind some (who don't remember the smexy Big fat baby eating...yeah LOL).
LOL! Yes, I ADORE Luna, Sean.
<3 She is awesome.
Ahem.
Aww, thank you, Sean.
I've been wondering that, too.
o_0
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Sailing, sailing, off to the land of the Arawaks
TheHMS Destroyer sailed along sluggishly through the quiet calm of the ocean’s soothing sways. The rays of light peeked out shyly once the sun captured enough sky to spread its admirable glory. The luminescent sun kissed the lavender heavens with golden-orange hues as to alert nature of its early arrival.
The door swung open revealing tip-top commander Sam, who couldn’t resist inhaling the deliciousness of that pristine salty air that stalked the untamed Caribbean skies. “No lollygagging, I say! Up, up, up!” He bellowed mightily, standing quite tall.
A wide-eyed muppet emerged from behind Sam energetically clad in wear much similar to Samuel’s, witnessing the crew resuming their regular schedule. “Oh boy, sure is a nice day to get with it, huh?” The novice lieutenant-commander mentioned happily. He tilted his head to the side, observing Sam’s flat stare.
“Agreed.” The bald eagle said irritably.
“Uh-huh.” Scooter said awkwardly.
Composed captain Smollet stood beside them “Gentlemen, I’m sorry to cut in on your little chat, but I question if any of you heard a peculiar rumor floating around?” He asked, formality kicking in.
Sam arched a thick black eyebrow at the topic. “What isn’t peculiar, Captain?” he asked.
Scooter looked to Animal wondrously “Well, for one, he’s not tackling women.”
Sam glared at him. “You twit, there aren’t any women on this ship to chase, thank you!”
Scooter blinked “Gee, well, to jog your memory, there is Benjamina!” He reminded.
Sam scoffed arrogantly “She’s a pig, not a woman.” He said simply.
Smollet couldn’t suppress a chuckle when Sam mentioned that. Now, it was his turn to crack a joke, until he saw Benjamina’s hot red face. “Oh no.” He moaned.
The enraged porcine charged at the unsuspecting eagle, yelling incoherently. In the midst of her early wrestling career, she plucked his pale-blue feathers from his bottom, making him squawk in agony. “Really? Well, you’re no man yourself, you pigeon!” She yelled, doing a body slam.
“How dare you! OOF! Have you looked into an encyclopedia lately? I am clearly a bald eagle! Not some crumb-eater!”
“Not anymore! I’m going to stuff you into the oven and turn you into turkey! You’ll be so mutilated---people will mistake you for a brand new species of bird, bird!”
The frog pulled Benjamina away from Sam forcefully. “Benjamina, if you really want to please me, I’m going to have to request that you stay put without harming our men!” He said, his eyes popping out of his face (like that time when he saved Benjamina from her early fall in MTI).
The crew’s commander was too shaken up to speak. The assault was sudden, and unexpected. He glowered at her grudgingly “Have you no respect towards authority?” He asked.
Benjamina looked to her dress coyly, and then looked up to him “Don’t you know how to treat a lady, birdbrain?” She asked him.
He stood up straighter. “I certainly don’t see one!”
From Sam’s comment, she prepared herself for another jump, but was pulled away a furry friend.
“Whoa there, ‘Mina!” Sweetums cried, gently holding her in place.
Smollet thanked him quietly.
Benjamina was taken away, leaving them to continue their conversation.
“As I was saying,” he said. “Have you?” he asked.
The two nodded.
“Yes, the pirate lord of the Mediterranean Sea, as some fiends title him, is sailing to Agua de Vida.” Sam explained.
“Yeah, but no one’s ever gone there! And I’m sure we could ask the Arawaks, but I’m certain they no longer exist.” Scooter said, bowing his head ruefully.
“Good. We must pin point its exact location with the use of a map….erm…where could we get one?” Smollet asked awkwardly.
“For the first time ever I am forced to say…I don’t know.” Sam admitted bitterly.
“Good grief.” Smollet said.
“Oh, I know! In my early days, I was a little mischievous as a sailor…” Scooter started, “I hung out in the wrong places, usually at the wrong time. It was never intended, though. I remember certain locations around the Caribbean islands where they held valuables such as that map we’re talking about. No, not Tortuga…somewhere else! I think the best place to look is northern Cuba---specifically Bimini. Maps like that are not very common.” He explained.
Sam stared on, dumbfounded. “Scooter, I can’t speak Spanish.” He said.
Smollet smiled slightly. “That’s why we have him here, isn’t that right, Pepe?”
Out popped the Spanish Prawn, flashing a joyous grin. “Jes, is not so hard when you first learn it, Sam! Then again, you’re way too stubborn, hokay?” He said randomly.
Sam turned to him stiffly. “Watch it, shrimp.” He said.
Pepe gasped, as cliché spanish music played from behind him. He put up his hands in a fighting stance. “Jou called me a shrimp! I’m not a shrimp! I am a King—“ Pepe was soon interrupted by a hot-headed Rizzo.
“A king pain in the *ss.” He finished.
Smollet drifted away from their squabbling to contemplate over the rumors that had been floating around about the pirate lord. Just how many of these were there, he wondered. He placed his head on his tiny hand, staring out into the blue sea.
“I…I know I may not be the smartest bear on this ship…but I think I have some information that could, um, help you. Let’s just stay away from the big blue wet thing…I’m-I’m getting nauseous.” Fozzie said, pulling back his curly locks in a ponytail.
“The ocean? But it’s so beautiful…won’t you stay with me?” He said solemnly.
“Not unless you want me to start my own ocean…oh.” Fozzie groaned, pressing his hands against his forehead.
“Um…ok, Fozzie.” Smollet nodded hastily, taking him into the cabin.
To be continued.
Hoist the Colours
TheHMS Destroyer sailed along sluggishly through the quiet calm of the ocean’s soothing sways. The rays of light peeked out shyly once the sun captured enough sky to spread its admirable glory. The luminescent sun kissed the lavender heavens with golden-orange hues as to alert nature of its early arrival.
The door swung open revealing tip-top commander Sam, who couldn’t resist inhaling the deliciousness of that pristine salty air that stalked the untamed Caribbean skies. “No lollygagging, I say! Up, up, up!” He bellowed mightily, standing quite tall.
A wide-eyed muppet emerged from behind Sam energetically clad in wear much similar to Samuel’s, witnessing the crew resuming their regular schedule. “Oh boy, sure is a nice day to get with it, huh?” The novice lieutenant-commander mentioned happily. He tilted his head to the side, observing Sam’s flat stare.
“Agreed.” The bald eagle said irritably.
“Uh-huh.” Scooter said awkwardly.
Composed captain Smollet stood beside them “Gentlemen, I’m sorry to cut in on your little chat, but I question if any of you heard a peculiar rumor floating around?” He asked, formality kicking in.
Sam arched a thick black eyebrow at the topic. “What isn’t peculiar, Captain?” he asked.
Scooter looked to Animal wondrously “Well, for one, he’s not tackling women.”
Sam glared at him. “You twit, there aren’t any women on this ship to chase, thank you!”
Scooter blinked “Gee, well, to jog your memory, there is Benjamina!” He reminded.
Sam scoffed arrogantly “She’s a pig, not a woman.” He said simply.
Smollet couldn’t suppress a chuckle when Sam mentioned that. Now, it was his turn to crack a joke, until he saw Benjamina’s hot red face. “Oh no.” He moaned.
The enraged porcine charged at the unsuspecting eagle, yelling incoherently. In the midst of her early wrestling career, she plucked his pale-blue feathers from his bottom, making him squawk in agony. “Really? Well, you’re no man yourself, you pigeon!” She yelled, doing a body slam.
“How dare you! OOF! Have you looked into an encyclopedia lately? I am clearly a bald eagle! Not some crumb-eater!”
“Not anymore! I’m going to stuff you into the oven and turn you into turkey! You’ll be so mutilated---people will mistake you for a brand new species of bird, bird!”
The frog pulled Benjamina away from Sam forcefully. “Benjamina, if you really want to please me, I’m going to have to request that you stay put without harming our men!” He said, his eyes popping out of his face (like that time when he saved Benjamina from her early fall in MTI).
The crew’s commander was too shaken up to speak. The assault was sudden, and unexpected. He glowered at her grudgingly “Have you no respect towards authority?” He asked.
Benjamina looked to her dress coyly, and then looked up to him “Don’t you know how to treat a lady, birdbrain?” She asked him.
He stood up straighter. “I certainly don’t see one!”
From Sam’s comment, she prepared herself for another jump, but was pulled away a furry friend.
“Whoa there, ‘Mina!” Sweetums cried, gently holding her in place.
Smollet thanked him quietly.
Benjamina was taken away, leaving them to continue their conversation.
“As I was saying,” he said. “Have you?” he asked.
The two nodded.
“Yes, the pirate lord of the Mediterranean Sea, as some fiends title him, is sailing to Agua de Vida.” Sam explained.
“Yeah, but no one’s ever gone there! And I’m sure we could ask the Arawaks, but I’m certain they no longer exist.” Scooter said, bowing his head ruefully.
“Good. We must pin point its exact location with the use of a map….erm…where could we get one?” Smollet asked awkwardly.
“For the first time ever I am forced to say…I don’t know.” Sam admitted bitterly.
“Good grief.” Smollet said.
“Oh, I know! In my early days, I was a little mischievous as a sailor…” Scooter started, “I hung out in the wrong places, usually at the wrong time. It was never intended, though. I remember certain locations around the Caribbean islands where they held valuables such as that map we’re talking about. No, not Tortuga…somewhere else! I think the best place to look is northern Cuba---specifically Bimini. Maps like that are not very common.” He explained.
Sam stared on, dumbfounded. “Scooter, I can’t speak Spanish.” He said.
Smollet smiled slightly. “That’s why we have him here, isn’t that right, Pepe?”
Out popped the Spanish Prawn, flashing a joyous grin. “Jes, is not so hard when you first learn it, Sam! Then again, you’re way too stubborn, hokay?” He said randomly.
Sam turned to him stiffly. “Watch it, shrimp.” He said.
Pepe gasped, as cliché spanish music played from behind him. He put up his hands in a fighting stance. “Jou called me a shrimp! I’m not a shrimp! I am a King—“ Pepe was soon interrupted by a hot-headed Rizzo.
“A king pain in the *ss.” He finished.
Smollet drifted away from their squabbling to contemplate over the rumors that had been floating around about the pirate lord. Just how many of these were there, he wondered. He placed his head on his tiny hand, staring out into the blue sea.
“I…I know I may not be the smartest bear on this ship…but I think I have some information that could, um, help you. Let’s just stay away from the big blue wet thing…I’m-I’m getting nauseous.” Fozzie said, pulling back his curly locks in a ponytail.
“The ocean? But it’s so beautiful…won’t you stay with me?” He said solemnly.
“Not unless you want me to start my own ocean…oh.” Fozzie groaned, pressing his hands against his forehead.
“Um…ok, Fozzie.” Smollet nodded hastily, taking him into the cabin.
To be continued.
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*Glomps Squeex. Love it all... Sam! And Smollet! And Benjamina tackling Sam with all the bird references... LOL. Sweetums! That's why they have Pepe! Rizzo... Scooter as a new sailor on the crew! Fozzie! Wait, Fozzie? Um, yeah, Squire Trelawney. Oh, yah, him.
*Bounces away on spring-loaded jack-in-box body. Hahahahahahaha!
Squeeky... Loved it all. Cookies for everybody!
*Bounces away on spring-loaded jack-in-box body. Hahahahahahaha!
Squeeky... Loved it all. Cookies for everybody!
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OMG! When I read this quote, my eyes went wide! This must've been what you were telling me yesterday! It's so freakin' hilarious to hear Rizzo curse like that! LOL!
With each update, I'm growing so attached to this story. Please post more soon, sweetie.
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Sean, you were surprised I put that?
Now, you know better than that...;P
Now, you know better than that...;P