Positively Wrong...

Hey guys! 
I put up my entry to the Miss Horrorfest contest on youtube:
http://youtube.com/watch?v=yhpkcA5IoCE

If you feel like it, go check it out and rate it. I need as many views as I can get, so if you think it's worth it, post it to whatever communities or friends that might be entertained.

Danke!!!!

Ugh, have to make the long, hot, stupid journey to Louisiana tomorrow morning, and then back home tomorrow evening. At least my father has graciously given up his truck so that I might travel in comfort. Yay comfort! More importantly, Yay CD player!! Justin's Granny Sue (yes, you read correctly), has invited us out to Hornbeck for dinner. I can't believe we're driving all that way for dinner. Well, and a truck, since she bought him a new one. One that is hopefully in much better condition than the one he has now. Yech. I guess I need to meet at least one member of his family besides his sister/brother-in-law/niece. Before we tie the knot that is....

In other news, Hooray for Remus dreams!! 
It's so cool to finally have a dream where I get to interact with a character that I love. I mean, they've shown up before in dreams, but it's always like their stories are going on, canon, or what have you. Like, if Barbossa has ever shown up in a dream, he's been on a tv, doing Barbossa-y things. Or if there are book characters in my dreams, they're just going about the same business they do in the books... independent of what's actually happening on the brain-scape. 
So when I have a dream where I am directly interacting with Remus Lupin... OMG! I mean, it's like actually getting to meet the character. 
Eesh, all these weeks writing for my composition class have wasted my brain away into nothing. Can barely choke out a coherent sentence. 

In other news, I managed to scrape through College Algebra with a B!!! I'm so thrilled. I was honestly convinced there for a while that I'd be repeating it, but nay!!! I have triumphed and will never, ever have to take any higher math again. Thank God.

Also, Tuesday was mi Fufu's 19th birthday, which was spent consuming amazingly awesome quanitities of Japanese hibachi. Oh the tasty food..... <3<3<3

OMG: TRF is in 50 days!!!
Squee!

I'm going to assume that everyone out there has already seen this vid....[Error: close lj-embed tag without open tag]
But I just have to mention that the combination of LOOKING at Alan Rickman and HEARING Jeremy Irons.... well..... *gasps for air*
It is a little intoxicating :)
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Or rather, the wonderful things hidden on it.....

I would seriously love to write a Snape/post DH fic... but every time I sit down to it, my brain falls out.

I'm serious. 

After all the revelations about Snape and Lily, I'm dying to write a piece where Harry goes up to the headmaster's office and takes a moment to talk it out with Snape's portrait.

But I can't for the life of me come up with a believable conversation for them to have. As much as I love Severus.... I can't imagine him imparting those feelings and memories any other way than on his death bed. And even though Harry is Lily's son, I still don' t see him as the type to open up after so much animosity and angst. 

Why did JKR have to go and make me love him!?!?!

Eesh.

All of my creative writing talents are currently being put to the greater good. AKA: Composition1&2.

In the meantime....
I'm actually at a point where I can appriciate the depth of Harry's character. I mean, he has come quite a way. From the poor, downtrodden, but blissfully optomistic boy in the first book, through Mr. Angstzilla in the fifth.... now we have mature, accepting Harry. I think I like this one best. 

I think Ron even has gone through some transformation. Unfortunately, I don't think JKR even likes Hermione very much, as she hasn't really grown anywhere.

bleh.

I'm going to go read it again now.

I miss Snape....*sigh*

Seriously, if you click

It's all your fault and I so warned you!

So I went shopping Friday (at Walmart as I am a redneck) and wonderful news!! All of their pirate wear/bedding etc is on clearance!! I got pirate pj's ^.^ Unfortunately, the choices were various jolly roger prints and Jack Sparrow wear. Bleh. Nothing Barbossa-y what so ever. You would think I'd be able to find SOMETHING in the middleage divorcee department but, nooooo.

Also, I attended the big Houston Bridal Extravaganza Show on Saturday which was absolutely terrifying. I'm serious. There is no one to describe the horror of maybe 5000 bridezilla's stomping you into the ground as they stampede from booth to booth, nabbing dresses right off the rack and dropping entries into all the give aways. I actually saw two women start fighting over a dress. It was intense. Makes me happy I already got that part taken care of. Still looking for the perfect venue. Got my name into lots of drawings, actually won some stuff, which never happens to me. Won us a pair of crystal champagne flutes and three days/two nights at the luxury hotel of our choice in something like, 80 different cities. w00t!!!!

Ech. And last Thursday I started my summer mini-courses which are already killing me. I don't know how I'm going to make it through algebra. Composition is easy peasy, outside of waking up on time to get there, though. 
*le sigh*
So much to do....
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Disapointed.
Not to say that I didn't enjoy my hang-out-with-friends-briefly time, but the movie itself I found lacking. Significantly.
-Quiditch??? Where was it?? I know, I know, just a game, not revelent to the "Ministry are jackasses mainplot", but....
-Ron playing Quiditch!! How is there supposed to be any character development in the movies, if the characters don't get a chance???
- Emma, stop reading your lines and start playing the part of Hermione, a muggle born witch in training with a brain. What's with all the mechanical responses and overly dramatic wailing?? Seriously now.
-Kreacher. Why bother mentioning him at ALL if he's not going to play a significant part in the plot? You cut out quiditch, why not the creepy house elf too?
- S.P.E.W./Dobby/Winky. I would've had more to say about the Goblet of Fire if the house elves made an appearance, but alas... Dobby obviously didn't get the reviews that would've gotten him a second stand in. Sad sad sad.
-St Mungo's. Did they even mention Where Neville's parents were in the GoF? I don't think so. So why did they make him relevent in this screen play? Where were Frank and Alice Longbottom ????
-Remus. Weren't you supposed to be there at the beginning to spirit Harry away?
-Dementor scene. Seriously, WTF. 
-Mundungus? Where'd you go?
-Bogart/Mrs Weasly? Significant character developement here people!
-Umbridge. While exceptionally creepy, I just didn't get the same feel of her that I got from the books. You can put a pink cardigan on any old lady and tell 'em to smile inappropriately, but that doesn't make a character.
-Shacklebolt...weren't you supposed to be Ugandan or Nigerian? Not..... Indian? 

I know, I'm splitting hairs on some of these things, but seriously, I was just as let down as I've been (everytime) they make another Michael Criton book into a movie. It's like Jurassic Park over and over and over again. Bah. On the other hand:
-Snape. I don't care if Potter tormented you into an angry, over bearing wishy washy potions professor, I still love you.
-Room of Requirement. Thank GOD(S) you movie people got that right. Eesh.
-Fred&George, my favorite twins ever. I got a bumpersticker made that says, My Other Ride's A Weasly!
-Harry-Good thing you're going through that emo phaze naturally, not sure you would've pulled it off otherwise. I do have to say you weren't nearly as angsty as you were in the book. Blessing and a curse.
-Fang: kudos dude.... *here's a steak*

Fin.

Hokay, so.

My father and I invited some friends out for the fourth. 

We barbequed, despite the rain, drank and were generally merry.

The only reason I post this, is to document the tragica(ly funny) events of the game we played later on....

Cranium. For the uninformed, it's kind of like charades and trivial pursuit all rolled up into one. Everyone has a partner, and they draw from different decks of cards. Some of which make you sing, or hum, some that make you draw, and others that make you act. All to the point that your partner is supposed to be able to guess what you are talking/drawing/miming about.

Everyone paired up, and it so happened that my father and fiance (Justin) were partners. 

On their very first card, dad had to immitate Captain Hook (from Peter Pan), without mentioning people or places. 

First thing he did, was the Hook-hand, then proceed to yarr about, damning children who refused to grow up, and ticking. 

The entertaining part, was Justin.

"Barbossa!"
"Is it Barbossa?"
"Ummmmm"
"Captain Barbossa?"

I've warped his poor brain.

Eventually he got it right.... 

But seriously. I've infected him with my Barbossa love. Which is a bit weird. 
O_o

Here there be swag......
Clothes first, followed by a description/something delightfully piratey to be found.....

1. Ravenswood Leather (http://www.ravenswoodleather.com/index.html) Go look under Ladies Jackets. Their pirate jacket (with or without sleeves) is divine!
2. Pendragon Costumes (http://www.pendragoncostumes.com/) Several interesting bodice styles, also a great place to stock up on chemises, skirts, etc. Some great stuff if you like the snooty pirate look.
3. House of Dra (http://www.houseofdra.com/) Great place for those new on the ren-nerd scene. Not terribly expensive or overly creative. Just basic stuff. 
4. Unicorn Clothing (http://www.houseofdra.com/) Excellent place for all things wenchy! Gorgeous complete outfits for the busty and the bottom heavy (such as myself), and everyone in between!
5. House of Anoria (http://www.houseofanoria.com/) Another place for those just getting their feet wet. Not looking to spend too much, still want the whole get-up.
6. Purple Unicorn (http://www.purpleunicorn.com/home.html) It's a men's garb site (purple??) but even I've been known on a lazy pirate day to just go with wrap pants and a nice loose tunic.
7. Moresca's (www.moresca.com) My absolute favorite place for garb collecting. Their styles range from theatrical, to functional urchin. And for the Pirate Dutchess in everyone, check out the Megamedieval Jacquard!

Those are just a few of my favorites... now onto accessories. This includes everything a pirate might need from cutlass, to ornamentation (since all pirates must have something tradeworthy on at ALL times).
1. Mask Parade (http://www.maskparade.com/) For any pirate daring to cross enemy lines. Or if you just think it'd be a nifty add-on :)
2. Hat People! (http://www.thehatpeople.com/hats.php) I've actually seen some interesting pirate creations come out of a few of their hats, other than the ever popular, cavalier. Almost identicle to the whelp's hat at the end of CotBP.
3. New Wineskins (http://www.thewineskins.com/NEW%20WINESKINS1.htm) Absolute crap as far as clothing goes (as they have none listed), but not bad for pouches and such.
4. Bald Mountain (http://baldmountain.net/) For those willing to shell out several pennies for an awesome pair of custom made, adorned and fitted boots.
5. Scarlette Corset (http://www.scarlettscorset.com/) For the fantastically busty wench!
6. Museum Replica's (www.museumreplicas.com) Great place to get your first pokey thing. 
7. Pirate's Treasure ( http://thepiratestreasure.com/) An even better place to get your first pokey. Great fun at the Texas Renaissance Festival... every Sunday at 4pm they hold a Pirate Auction with such wonderful games as, 'Trust the Pirate', and they'll practically give anything away. Ranging from autographed Pirates, Potter and Rings memoribilia to complete replica sets.

That's all you get for now....

More updates to come.

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Lauren has prompted me to update/post my Fictional Fuck List. This list is all inclusive, both existing persons, and those of a completely created character. Also, persons are not listed in any order of preference. 

1.) Captain Hector Barbossa: He's dirty, disagreable, smells like a rennie, and probably has some kind of blood disease (just going by the yellow eyes), and that is completely acceptable. But only for him. Given the option of a real relationship with an actual human being, and a completely in character one night stand with Rush as Barbossa... I take the one nighter. Kthnx.
2.) The Marquis De Sade (as brought to life by Geoffy Rush): All the things I'd never find a real person (whom I could still stand to look at in the morning) willing to do in one delightfully well outfitted form. And imagine the conversation, seriously. Everything that ever went through the Marquis mind, while looking at G.Rush. OMG.
3.) Han Solo: One word, Scoundrel! Scruffy or not, I'd put 'em in a box and keep him under my bed. With the thigh holster and the the boots and the....ooooooh. Well. We'll just not go there. 
4.) Wolverine: The original hairy, mean Uncanny version. We'll get to the beautiful, towering Australian version later. *drool*
5. Van Helsing: Hugh baby, you don't need to talk, just stand there and be gorgeous (and possibly give me the pattern for your coat). Maybe transform to an equally sexy (disturbed much?) werewolf. I <3 puppy kisses XD
6.) Qui-gon-Jinn: Say something philisophical and pointless. Then please strip to your breeches. I want sand in places that 3PO can't even fathom.
7.) Walsingham: I'm willing to be Mary of Guis. She got laid. Then died. Probably painfully. But I'm down with that.
8.) Eddard Stark: Mister Martin's first-to-die main character in A Game of Thrones. He made me a very happy woman for a short period of time. 
9.) Otis Driftwood: Maybe even more sadistic than the Marquis, we have Rob Zombie's twisted character straight from The Devil's Rejects (or House of a 1000 corpses). He's so messed up. It makes me happy. Not that I'd ever kill someone, steal her car, drive to a hotel, kill all the inhabitants AND cut off their faces. But if I've ever wanted my own Dom, he would be my first choice. :D
10.) Baby: Speaking of messed up, let's not forget his twisted sister (hahah). I'm not very often inclined towards other females.... but dizamn. Scary bitch..... giggity giggity....
11.) Davy Jones: There is an icon out there that says it all. <-Ink? Squid=ink. Oh. Plus the organ is a very difficult instrument to learn.... bwahahaha
12.) Marcus: From Underworld. The scary bat guy. His eyes are probably like, 60% contact (the blue), but it's OK. It's the character I'm after, and repressed vampire lords totally do it for me.
13.) Data: Fuck off. He's an android. Occilate?
14.) Chev Cheliose: Crank, the hit man who didn't hit the wrong man. Maybe it's the random exhibitionism, maybe it's the tough guy thing.... no idea really. Could just be the accent ^.^
15.) Henry Higgins: If you don't know, I'm not going to say anything.
16.) Captain Von Trap: I dig military men. I can't help it. Especially the well aged variety.
17.) Rob Roy: As portrayed by Liam Neeson.  So wonderful...
18.) William Wallace: Is it wrong that seeing Mel Gibson drawn and quartered does it for me? Yes, I think it is.
19.) Professor Severus Snape: Oh joygasm! Dark, malicious, angsty.... reminds me of several of my ex's! He makes evil look good. Oh, and I've always wanted an excuse to wear the school-girl uniform ^.^
20.) Mickey the Pikey: I hate Brad Pitt, well and truly. But damnit... I can't understand a word coming out of him, which helps imensely.
21.) Christian: Not only does he make me want to put on me bloomers and do the can-can, he also makes me want to write mushy love stories and sing. Which is unfortunate, as my singing is comparitive to a beagle going after a squirrel.
22.) Marv: Big, violent, takes injury well. If ever I wanted a sub, this is it. Oh, and we share a jacket fetish.
23.) Asher: From the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter novels. Very dark and angsty. Also very interesting to imagine. Makes my mothering instincts jump out and scream.
24.) Nathaniel: Also from the ABVH series. Very snuggly. Like a kitten. Oh wait. He is. :D
25.) Spike Speigel: Cowboy Bebop. Troubled past, sarcastic, snipey. Oh my God! It's me as an anime man!
26.) Aragorn: Not a stupid elf. Rugged, manly good looks. Lots of sweat and dirt. Oh baby oh baby.
27.) Jack Sparrow: Yes, he's on here. As a one nighter. Please don't make me have to try and figure him out on more than one occasion. Yeesh.
Now we move into the realm of real men (and maybe women) who'll I'll probably never have a chance with, but it's nice to imagine anyway...
28.) Geoffrey Rush: Charismatic. Loveable. Pet-able. Can be piratey upon request. Oh yes, yes yes yes, please. A thousand times yes. And his wifey is beautiful as well. I'm game :D
29.) Hugh Jackman: Tall, beautiful. But unless you're giving me the Wolverine voice, I'd rather not have to make too much conversation. I've seen your interviews, and I don't think I could listen to your natural accent without laughing. Sorry  >.<
30.)Alan Rickman: You've been an adorably snuggly robot, a tango dancer, an alien, a corrupt sherriff, and a schemey professor. Give me your love and I'll swim in it. Seriously. Back stroke. Or breast stroke. Whatever you prefer.
31.) Ewan McGregor: I know it was hard to bring Obi-wan to life when working with the likes of Hayden Christiansen, and I forgive you. Please make more action movies like the Island. So innocent (sigh). And Velvet Goldmine (so distracted I typed 'velveta' the first time) makes me happy. In my pants.
32.) Harrison Ford: Please stop dating Sticklista Flockhart and let me take her place. I know the age difference is a bit daunting, but willingness makes up for it :D
33.) Liam Neeson: You don't even have to be an amazing actor, you could just stand nude in front of a webcam streamed to my computer. That'd be a-ok.
34.) Sheri Moon Zombie: Leave Rob, run away with me... please?
35.) Bruce Willis: Fifth Element, it really did it for me. I'll never be able to fully appriciate men under 30. Never. 
36.) William Fictner: While everyone was raving about Clooney in Perfect Storm, I was watching you. And Drowning Mona, and Armageddon, and all the TV drama's you've done since then.
37.) Nicholas Cage: FBI, comic book hero, thief...whatever. You've done it for me since day one.
38.) John Travolta: You are so ... something. Don't ask. I would've liked to have played Halle Berry's part in Swordfish, that's all I'm saying.
39.) Tim Curry: Not just because I love Rocky, mostly because I love the muppets. You know what I'm talking about. Giggity.
40.) Dwight Yoakam: Yeah, you're old and funny looking now. But in the 80's. Hell yes.
41.) Joaquin Pheonix: You're a freaking adonis. As soon as you join the rest of the world and start eating ,meat, we'll talk.

w00t.

There are probably more, but as this is a spur of the moment type list.... it can't be helped.
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I am very worried about my brain.
Yes.
My brain.
I'm not sure whether or not is, or has been functioning correctly.
I'd like to petition for a replacement.
But I am not sure who I should address on the issue.
I feel that without timely service, I may not make it to 30.


In the meantime.
BAH.

It's hard to be a pirate from horseback.
As I have found on many sunny afternoons and dark midnight's, 
Rum+rider(spooky horse)=dirt bath
Also,
Rum+horse=frustrated rider

Eesh.

I shall post pictures from tonight's painful lessons in the coming days.
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Meet Columbine.
She had an unfortunate incident with a talented young surgeon.
She offered herself to him.
Every oriface for his pleasure.
But he rejected her offerings in the cruelest fashion.
Without regard to her means,
he cut out her tongue.
And for her services,
such as they were,
he left her an extra 
silver piece.

Getting married is soooo much work.

Suddenly, March seems alot closer than it did last week. 

I mean GEEZ. Who would've thought you had to book a venue this friggin' early. >.< 

I'm serious.

But I've found a place, I've scrounged up a down payment, I've found my flowers, priced the arrangements, found a dress, done the guest list, AND  managed to find invitations. I've even got someone to do the cake!

All that's left is:
A photographer
A decent DJ
A valet (eesh)
Figuring out who is going to be my damn bride's maid.

I am really excited about the place we've got though. It's so nice, and not terribly expensive (yes!). The figures are still in the do-able zone, even with an open bar and an excellent meal. 

*bounce bounce*

I would really like to have my sleep back now. 

*sigh*

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Ok.

Does anyone else ever hit those moments... where they have completely thought or planned a story/fic out and once you get to the end.... you lose the drive to write it?

Because it happens to me ALL THE TIME.

Once I know how it ends... I don't want to write it. And it drives me abso-fuckin'-lutely insane. This is why I procrastinate all my papers for class and even my damn end of course papers! Ack!  
Damn damn damn.

Until I manage to choke something out...
I will continue to read and be inspired by all the other loverly Barbossa fics floating around on here.

*le sigh*

(le damn)

SO my brain has officially taken the week off for personal reasons. Don't bother trying to get any messeges through, as it hasn't left a forwarding address. 

Eesh.

Spent the day working and cookie making with mi Zephara.... with a short stint in the pool and another at On the Boarder for Mexi-crap. Been trying and trying to squeeze out more writing, but I'm completely lost. My wit has completely fried with the working and the working out. Oh well. 

Vacation officially starts this week. w00t. Will post pictures from the river on my return.

w00t for floating

w00t for Barbossa

w00t for not having to face reality

w00t for endless daydreams involving older, richer, smarter men/people.

w00t for getting the hell offline to watch Curse of the Golden Flower....

Title:
Disclaimer: Barbossa: not mine, Elizabeth: not mine, Crew: not mine, Pearl: thought I'd throw my name in for consideration (but seriously:not mine)
Rating:
Summary: It's a freakin' Barbossabeth! What'dya think? I'm just going to pretend that the squishy post-credit scene in AWE never happened, and that Will's stupid cursed seed didn't ruin the movie.

There was a binding truth for pirates all over the world, on every sea, and Mrs. Turner knew it. But honeslty, she hadn't expected that her hands would ever look like this. Her poor fingers had grown up stitching, painting and practicing all manner of womanly arts. Her knuckles had been smooth and white, meant more for kissing and kidskin gloves on a brisk day. 

Elizabeth sighed aloud. Had her father been alive he nary would have noticed, let alone acknowledged her. 

She glanced down at the offending appendages. With her hands flat on the table, the image wasn't so painful. Just a broken fingernail, tanned skin and tar coloured cuticles. Not painful, but still bad. It was when she opened her hands to the sky that honest people looked away.

Since her first and only day spent in the arms of her darling husband, Elizabeth's hands had martyred themselves for her cause. 

***

She had spent the night after his departure contemplating the life she was left with. A girl of nearly noble birth, outlawed from her own home and name. Her father was lost to her, completely. Her inheritance assumed by the very company that destroyed her family. 

But Elizabeth Turner was not a weak woman, she never had been. She vowed she never would be. Rather than whittle her dreams away in the absence of good fortune, Elizabeth chose to make herself anew. 

So it was that when the Pearl swam up from the horizon the next morning Elizabeth left her ghosts standing on the shore and rowed out to meet her destiny. 

***

As it was now, she could still distinctly recall the hastily placed foot on the ladder rung as she ascended the steep hull of the ship to meet her fate anew. It was only perhaps, five steps up, with a grand total of four to go when the slick leather sole of her boot hit a slimy bit of planking and gave out from under her. Without thinking she threw her right hand over her head and clawed for the next grip. 

The pain hit her like whip, slicing deep into her palm, rending meat and tissue from bone. It seemed that nothing until this moment in her life had ever hurt so completely. In reaction to the pain of it's sibling, her left hand spasmed, leaving her with naught but blood and splinters in her hands.

Fortunately for her, the captain of the Black Pearl had a much better grip on the situation than she did. His only reflex to witnessing her fall had been to reach out and catch her. With his long calloused fingers wrapped around her wrist, he hauled her, paled and cursing, onto the deck. 

"Makes sense that the Pearl be finally exacting her revenge" It had only been a hand full of days since her departure from the crew, but Elizabeth knew something had already changed. 

"Where's Jack?" It didn't take long to take in the faces around her. So many had become friends, or at the very least, tentative comrades throughout the perils they had faced at the hands of the East India Trading Company. It longer even less time to realize that the dredlocked and beaded scoundrel of the Caribbean was not among them.

"Turns out that he had an appointment he was loathe to miss in Tortuga. A bit'o shore leave may do him good in the long run, but rest assured Miss-es Turner, we haven't served him up to any... terrors of the deep." The crew got a hearty chuckle out of that. 

It had taken a deal of brass for Elizabeth to stand and shoulder her way through the crew. 

" 'S nice to see you again, Elizabeff," Ragetti mumbled under his breath as she passed between him and Pintel, aiming for the captain's quarters.

ARGG! I must go eat the food now... if you are enjoying it (at all) thus far, don't be alarmed... I shall return!

He came out of history, out of books, out of the movies. I tried to keep my ovaries out of this, and make it more historically accurate (as accurate as smut can be). The Marquis did not kill his girls, just abused them. But you have to think, maybe one or two might have actually enjoyed him.....

It's going behind a cut, as it is NOT G RATED.

And it doesn't have a name so

** Sorry all the bits are coming out so short, having to copy them off my old computer, and Lord, it get's old fast that way**

While thirsts grew stronger and and tempers flared above, a scruffy youth sat on one of the lowest level docks of Ship Wreck and napped. Down, lower even then black cells and rats nests, on the secret landings of the  limestone foundation of the island where no one could disturb him, the son of the pirate lord Captain Teague slept, unconscious of the vexations of the adults in the heights above him. He may have been a good english white at some point, but island living and hard work had turned him an earthy shade of brown. His hair was stiff and matted, standing out in all directions from his head like a greasy black barnacle, held back only by a scrap of pink cloth, salted too well to be called scarlett anymore. He snored lightly, with his head propped up on puny sack of molding potatoes. 

This had been his haven for the long boring afternoons since the fighting had stopped. Once the corsairs had come floating back into town, all green and black around their wounds, the pirate lords with his father among them had pulled back and left the waters to the Company. Distraught over the obvious cowardice of his father and his other, former idols, young Jack had decided it would be his responsibilty alone to lift the seige and send the agents of the East India Company packing. And as he firmed his resolve and climbed over the makeshift battlements that surrounded the fort on the second level, he became the first to witness the arrival of the Caribbean commission of the Royal British Navy. Awestruck and aghast, frozen with one leg over a severely patched pontoon Jack stared at the massive fleet. Blue and red flags bouyed by the tropical wind whipped back and forth, from the masts of at least four battleships. Dozens of the Company's ships, flying their own flag beneathe the royal mark sat just behind the royal fleet, waiting like crabs around a carcass. 

Suddenly airborn, Jack flailed about wildly, desparately grabbing to steady himself as he was uncerimoniously dumped on the deck of the watch point. Glaring up at his assailant through long mahogany lashes, Jack managed to compose himself. 

"Wot was it ye thought to be doin' Jackie?"

Bright eyed and contrite Jack picked himself up and dusted off the seat of his burlap britches. Trying to choke back to tears of resentment that threatened to overwhelm him, he threw back his head and sneered. 

"Not that it's any of your bizzie Hector, but I was just keepin' the weather eye out for me father. He asked for me, personally, to keep watch for the fancy blotters."

"Well, if that'n be the case, ye best be reportin', and not catchin' flys with that great gapin' maw o' yers... Get!"

Finally exersizing some flood control over his big hazel blinkers, Jack stepped widely around the man, before fleeing back into the abyss of Ship Wreck. He should've remembered that with his father's return came the return of other, less savory characters. Hector Barbossa among them. The first mate on the Black Goat, Captain Teague's ship, was of a surly disposition, and was a staunch disciple of the Pirate Code and as it seemed to Jack, intent on ruining his life and assuming his position as heir apparent to the lordship of the Caribbean. 

Sound asleep on the deepest docks of Ship Wreck, the silence only disturbed by the distant tread of footsteps meters above his head, Jack's dreams were a mirage of glory and shwagg. By this time his young mind had already paved over the embarassment of his last encounter with Barbossa, now he could imagine himself older and taller, sword drawn and waving menacingly under the nose of his nemesis. He could see Barbossa's eyes in his mind, brows lifted in a pleading countenance. Jack could smell the sweat of despair rolling off him, and feel his hands grasping uselessly at his belt. Jack's sleeping form smiled.