Who done it?
Wow. You wouldn't believe all the shit I've been through recently. I started this chapter a while ago, and then I had some test, then I had spring break, and then a couple of days ago, I got MAJORLY sick. It was not a pretty sight, the puke, and the unhealthy pale skin, the complaining. I was stuck in the hospital. It was gay. Anywhoo, enjoy. TFTD-I'm unique- just like everyone else.
Rope. Rope. Roooooope. Celia was sitting down in front of the rope. Not a rope, The Rope. The rope that had been haunting her conscious mind since she had gone on a mad rampage, and said exactly what was on her mind. Now she was on the ground obsessing over the rope. Anyone else noticing the irony, or was Celia alone? Of coarse she wasn't really thinking about it, for her mind was on the rope. The rope, mmmmmhhh... the rope. Ok now it was getting creepy. It was all she could do not to pull it. It was coming from a little whole in the wall. It was super tempting to just give it a little tug, but Celia knew better. With her luck, she'd end up getting shot in the head. So, instead she was sitting there obsessing over. Maybe this was unhealthy. Maybe her mind should be on more important matters, like escape. Nah, this was all right.
Celia tilted her head to the side. What did it go to? Why was it here? And further more, were there sweets on the other end? All right that last question may have been more of a desperate plea, versus an actual question pertaining to the presence of the rope, but hey, why not? Damn it. She could sit here wondering about this for hours, and she all ready had. Shit. She had to pull the rope. She had to. She would just sit there forever, unless she did so. No, she couldn't just give up like that; she had a strong will (cough cough) gosh darn it! If she just grabbed it like that what would separate her from George, aside from idiocy? So, she just sat there, staring at the rope. Ok, maybe that didn't last all that long, as it was only ten seconds later that she caved. (Who else finds it humorous that I just devoted two paragraphs to a piece of rope?)
ARRG! With a great groan of defeat, she grabbed the hellacious piece of rope, and pulled. Simultaneously, and trust me this was NO coincidence, a loud crash sounded, and several thuds accompanied by corresponding shouts, and groans of pain. Celia yelped, and jumped back skidding across the cell. Again, simultaneously, a large, excessively burly pirate ran into the room.
"WHO PULLED TH' DAMN ROPE?!" He yelled angrily. Celia's right eye twitched.
"HE DID IT!" She shrieked pointing at Hart. While a left eye twitch meant someone was going to be hurt, a right eye twitch meant someone else would be blamed. Survival of the fittest, or the loudest, fastest voice.
"No I di-"Hart was cut off by the pirate, who opened the door, and yanked out. HA HA HA HA! It was someone else's turn. How did he like it? Oh how Celia hoped he didn't. Of coarse she voiced none of this; she just giggled nervously, and waved as he was dragged off. Better him than her. She turned and saw George's huge grin.
"I am so proud of you. This is the happiest day of my life." He said wiping away a mock tear. Celia stuck out her tongue in an effort to conceal the grin that was going to spread her face. For once they could both appreciate something Celia had done. She thought back to previous times with George.
Flashback-err-s
"AHAHAHA, Celia, you're an idiot, AHAHA!"
~*~
"And then you- and then you. Oh god AHAHAHA you broke his arm!"
~*~
"Oh God, Oh God. I think I am going to have a heart attack from laughing so damn hard. Congratulations Celia."
~*~
"You-You actually believed me! HAHAHA, That's a riot. Yeah the green leopard print monster is after you Celia. HAHAHA!"
End Flashback
Suddenly, she didn't feel all too appreciative of George. In fact, she was now considering all the ways she could get revenge on him- all of them consisted of him bleeding profusely. These were the kind of simple pleasures in life that just seemed to... get better after noticing that the pirate hadn't locked the door!
Celia jumped up, ran to the door, and threw it open. She turned back to George and Jack, and grinned. Oh yeah. Life was good, err, well it was for the moment. Jack grinned back.
"And t' think, I was considerin' throwin' y' off th' ship next chance I got."
~*~
Lacy looked across the table at her twin sister, Lady. What cruel woman had decided on those stupid names? Lacey, and Lady. That's weak, very weak, not to mention very ironic. Ironic in the sense that Lady was, in fact a pathological liar, and Lacey was a hard working honest to goodness, eh hell, who was she kidding? she was a petty crook. Well, at least she wasn't going to one of the darker circles of hell, like Lady. Lady was not only a liar and a crook; she was also a drunkard. Dear God did that woman love to hit the bottle.
"And th' plan is..." Lacey was drawn from her criticism of the woman before her by her voice.
"As of yet, I'm not entirely sure, but fret not, for I, Lacey will-"
"Stow the ego trip. Admit it you're plum out of ideas. This is what young miss Celia Thomas was good for. She might not've been bright, but she was one hell of a distraction. I think we should make it a point to stop by and visit her next time we're in London. Especially if we're headed for th' gallows again. God I'd never thought I'd be so happy to see Celia doing her horrified dance in my life." Lady smiled grinning. Lacey huffed. She was not on an ego trip.
"Like it matters anyway, she's in the Caribbean now, and if the stories I've heard are true, then she was slain by pirates." Lacey grimaced.
"And I thought I was the liar." Lady grinned maliciously.
"I know where Celia Thomas is, and she is alive" The two sisters looked immediately up at the low voice from above their table.
"Kidnapped by pirates she was, and in a bit of a spot, however there is a ton of money to be made-"
"How do we find her? Where is she? How much money exactly?" Lady interrupted the stranger, Lacey kicked her.
"I'll tell y' what, I've got a ship, and I'll help y' find her, I will. All I want is 10 percent of whatever profits may come." He leaned down, his horrible scarred face shinning with sweat lit by candlelight.
"Done." The two said simultaneously.
End Part 1
YAY! Ok you're probably thinking who the hell are those freaks? Well, they are my new elaborate sub plot. I hope to have the next story out soon, a hell of a lot sooner than it took me to get this one out. Review.
Wow. You wouldn't believe all the shit I've been through recently. I started this chapter a while ago, and then I had some test, then I had spring break, and then a couple of days ago, I got MAJORLY sick. It was not a pretty sight, the puke, and the unhealthy pale skin, the complaining. I was stuck in the hospital. It was gay. Anywhoo, enjoy. TFTD-I'm unique- just like everyone else.
Rope. Rope. Roooooope. Celia was sitting down in front of the rope. Not a rope, The Rope. The rope that had been haunting her conscious mind since she had gone on a mad rampage, and said exactly what was on her mind. Now she was on the ground obsessing over the rope. Anyone else noticing the irony, or was Celia alone? Of coarse she wasn't really thinking about it, for her mind was on the rope. The rope, mmmmmhhh... the rope. Ok now it was getting creepy. It was all she could do not to pull it. It was coming from a little whole in the wall. It was super tempting to just give it a little tug, but Celia knew better. With her luck, she'd end up getting shot in the head. So, instead she was sitting there obsessing over. Maybe this was unhealthy. Maybe her mind should be on more important matters, like escape. Nah, this was all right.
Celia tilted her head to the side. What did it go to? Why was it here? And further more, were there sweets on the other end? All right that last question may have been more of a desperate plea, versus an actual question pertaining to the presence of the rope, but hey, why not? Damn it. She could sit here wondering about this for hours, and she all ready had. Shit. She had to pull the rope. She had to. She would just sit there forever, unless she did so. No, she couldn't just give up like that; she had a strong will (cough cough) gosh darn it! If she just grabbed it like that what would separate her from George, aside from idiocy? So, she just sat there, staring at the rope. Ok, maybe that didn't last all that long, as it was only ten seconds later that she caved. (Who else finds it humorous that I just devoted two paragraphs to a piece of rope?)
ARRG! With a great groan of defeat, she grabbed the hellacious piece of rope, and pulled. Simultaneously, and trust me this was NO coincidence, a loud crash sounded, and several thuds accompanied by corresponding shouts, and groans of pain. Celia yelped, and jumped back skidding across the cell. Again, simultaneously, a large, excessively burly pirate ran into the room.
"WHO PULLED TH' DAMN ROPE?!" He yelled angrily. Celia's right eye twitched.
"HE DID IT!" She shrieked pointing at Hart. While a left eye twitch meant someone was going to be hurt, a right eye twitch meant someone else would be blamed. Survival of the fittest, or the loudest, fastest voice.
"No I di-"Hart was cut off by the pirate, who opened the door, and yanked out. HA HA HA HA! It was someone else's turn. How did he like it? Oh how Celia hoped he didn't. Of coarse she voiced none of this; she just giggled nervously, and waved as he was dragged off. Better him than her. She turned and saw George's huge grin.
"I am so proud of you. This is the happiest day of my life." He said wiping away a mock tear. Celia stuck out her tongue in an effort to conceal the grin that was going to spread her face. For once they could both appreciate something Celia had done. She thought back to previous times with George.
Flashback-err-s
"AHAHAHA, Celia, you're an idiot, AHAHA!"
~*~
"And then you- and then you. Oh god AHAHAHA you broke his arm!"
~*~
"Oh God, Oh God. I think I am going to have a heart attack from laughing so damn hard. Congratulations Celia."
~*~
"You-You actually believed me! HAHAHA, That's a riot. Yeah the green leopard print monster is after you Celia. HAHAHA!"
End Flashback
Suddenly, she didn't feel all too appreciative of George. In fact, she was now considering all the ways she could get revenge on him- all of them consisted of him bleeding profusely. These were the kind of simple pleasures in life that just seemed to... get better after noticing that the pirate hadn't locked the door!
Celia jumped up, ran to the door, and threw it open. She turned back to George and Jack, and grinned. Oh yeah. Life was good, err, well it was for the moment. Jack grinned back.
"And t' think, I was considerin' throwin' y' off th' ship next chance I got."
~*~
Lacy looked across the table at her twin sister, Lady. What cruel woman had decided on those stupid names? Lacey, and Lady. That's weak, very weak, not to mention very ironic. Ironic in the sense that Lady was, in fact a pathological liar, and Lacey was a hard working honest to goodness, eh hell, who was she kidding? she was a petty crook. Well, at least she wasn't going to one of the darker circles of hell, like Lady. Lady was not only a liar and a crook; she was also a drunkard. Dear God did that woman love to hit the bottle.
"And th' plan is..." Lacey was drawn from her criticism of the woman before her by her voice.
"As of yet, I'm not entirely sure, but fret not, for I, Lacey will-"
"Stow the ego trip. Admit it you're plum out of ideas. This is what young miss Celia Thomas was good for. She might not've been bright, but she was one hell of a distraction. I think we should make it a point to stop by and visit her next time we're in London. Especially if we're headed for th' gallows again. God I'd never thought I'd be so happy to see Celia doing her horrified dance in my life." Lady smiled grinning. Lacey huffed. She was not on an ego trip.
"Like it matters anyway, she's in the Caribbean now, and if the stories I've heard are true, then she was slain by pirates." Lacey grimaced.
"And I thought I was the liar." Lady grinned maliciously.
"I know where Celia Thomas is, and she is alive" The two sisters looked immediately up at the low voice from above their table.
"Kidnapped by pirates she was, and in a bit of a spot, however there is a ton of money to be made-"
"How do we find her? Where is she? How much money exactly?" Lady interrupted the stranger, Lacey kicked her.
"I'll tell y' what, I've got a ship, and I'll help y' find her, I will. All I want is 10 percent of whatever profits may come." He leaned down, his horrible scarred face shinning with sweat lit by candlelight.
"Done." The two said simultaneously.
End Part 1
YAY! Ok you're probably thinking who the hell are those freaks? Well, they are my new elaborate sub plot. I hope to have the next story out soon, a hell of a lot sooner than it took me to get this one out. Review.