Pirates of The Caribbean Mary Sues (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} piratesues) wrote,@ 2003-08-14 23:29:00 |
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And today's sue is ... zzz ... ACH! It's okay, really. Sortov. Uhm..
I am dead tired, so don't expect too much chatter from my end today. You all will just have to pick up the slack. :)
TITLE: Secrets of the Caribbean
AUTHOR: Plateado
NAME(S): Scarlett Bane - A/N: Scarlett Bane is of NO relation to the prostitute named Scarlet in the movie, just so you guys know.
AFFILIATION: pirate
HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: green
SPECIAL POSESSIONS: none
HISTORY: Was yet another female crew member of the Black Pearl previous to Barbossa's mutiny.
CONNECTIONS TO CHARACTERS: Is apparently Jack's ex-girlfriend seeking revenge on him. Would be okay, except it's clear she will re-hook-up with Jack in future chapters.
NOTES: zzz....
SAMPLE OF THE STORY:
Or you could have just ... pulled her up.
.“Scarlett, toss it to me!” The climbing figure looked up sharply, briefly pausing in her long climb. He knew she could hear their pursuers coming; of everyone on the Black Pearl, she had the keenest hearing. He held his breath as she took another two steps up the side of the ship. “I said, throw it to me!” he shouted down to her, and this time she had no other choice than to comply. Reluctantly she reached down the front of her shirt, removed a single object from their hiding place between her breasts, and, with one hand tightly gripping the rope, threw it up to him. He grabbed it in his right hand and stepped away from the bulwark. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Good-bye, Scarlett,” he whispered to the wind. With the flick of his wrist, the sword that had been hanging at his side was unsheathed and the blade cut into the wooden railing as it sliced the thick rope into two pieces. The surprised shout of Scarlett Bane, followed by a loud splash, brought all on deck to a standstill. The captain of the Black Pearl glared at them all angrily. “What are you standing around for!” he shouted at his crew. “Get going!” The crew snapped back to reality.
Breathing deeply, the captain strode across the deck and into his cabin, letting the door swing shut behind him. He dropped heavily into his desk chair, kicked his feet up onto the desk, and stared at the object he held in his hand. The gem was still warm from when it had been tucked between Scarlett Bane’s breasts.
The cabin doors swung open and a large man stepped into the room. “Captain, we can’t just leave her there!” he exclaimed, looking at his captain with utter disbelief. “I know what she means to you, so I’m certain that-”
“Stick to the code, Bootstrap,” the captain growled, quickly placing the gem inside one of his desk drawers and locking it. He tucked the key into one of his many pockets and stood to his feet. He walked across the cabin to a small bar in the corner. “We stick to the code.” Admitting defeat, Bootstrap Bill saluted his captain and left.
Sparkly sparkly.. something.. falling.. asleeeep..
The cloaked figure turned around so they were facing the Commodore, and then reached up to pull back the hood. Commodore Norrington started, completely surprised that the caller was a woman. Her thick, long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her bright green eyes twinkled with a sarcastic gleam. “Commodore,” she said, dipping her head in a vague salute. When he returned the nod, she smiled and walked forward, holding out her hand. He grasped it with his own and was surprised by the woman’s hidden strength.
“Might I know your name, my lady?” Commodore Norrington asked, setting his weapon aside. She released his hand and took a seat in a straight-backed chair before the Commodore’s desk.
“Before I release that information to you, I ask of you to promise me that you will not call for my arrest.”
Commodore Norrington raised an eyebrow as he took his own seat. He studied her, trying to place a name to her beautiful face. She was familiar, though the reason why completely eluded him. “I vow that I will not, but if you so much as raise a hand toward me, I will call for assistance.”
“Granted,” she replied smoothly. She paused before continuing. “My name is Scarlett Bane, and I have come to give you word of a certain pirate that I know you would love to get your hands on.” The expression on the Commodore’s face was priceless.
“Scarlett Bane?” he repeated with a dubious look. “The comrade and lover of Jack Sparrow?”
*falls over*
I am dead tired, so don't expect too much chatter from my end today. You all will just have to pick up the slack. :)
TITLE: Secrets of the Caribbean
AUTHOR: Plateado
NAME(S): Scarlett Bane - A/N: Scarlett Bane is of NO relation to the prostitute named Scarlet in the movie, just so you guys know.
AFFILIATION: pirate
HAIR COLOR: blonde
EYE COLOR: green
SPECIAL POSESSIONS: none
HISTORY: Was yet another female crew member of the Black Pearl previous to Barbossa's mutiny.
CONNECTIONS TO CHARACTERS: Is apparently Jack's ex-girlfriend seeking revenge on him. Would be okay, except it's clear she will re-hook-up with Jack in future chapters.
NOTES: zzz....
SAMPLE OF THE STORY:
Or you could have just ... pulled her up.
.“Scarlett, toss it to me!” The climbing figure looked up sharply, briefly pausing in her long climb. He knew she could hear their pursuers coming; of everyone on the Black Pearl, she had the keenest hearing. He held his breath as she took another two steps up the side of the ship. “I said, throw it to me!” he shouted down to her, and this time she had no other choice than to comply. Reluctantly she reached down the front of her shirt, removed a single object from their hiding place between her breasts, and, with one hand tightly gripping the rope, threw it up to him. He grabbed it in his right hand and stepped away from the bulwark. He briefly closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Good-bye, Scarlett,” he whispered to the wind. With the flick of his wrist, the sword that had been hanging at his side was unsheathed and the blade cut into the wooden railing as it sliced the thick rope into two pieces. The surprised shout of Scarlett Bane, followed by a loud splash, brought all on deck to a standstill. The captain of the Black Pearl glared at them all angrily. “What are you standing around for!” he shouted at his crew. “Get going!” The crew snapped back to reality.
Breathing deeply, the captain strode across the deck and into his cabin, letting the door swing shut behind him. He dropped heavily into his desk chair, kicked his feet up onto the desk, and stared at the object he held in his hand. The gem was still warm from when it had been tucked between Scarlett Bane’s breasts.
The cabin doors swung open and a large man stepped into the room. “Captain, we can’t just leave her there!” he exclaimed, looking at his captain with utter disbelief. “I know what she means to you, so I’m certain that-”
“Stick to the code, Bootstrap,” the captain growled, quickly placing the gem inside one of his desk drawers and locking it. He tucked the key into one of his many pockets and stood to his feet. He walked across the cabin to a small bar in the corner. “We stick to the code.” Admitting defeat, Bootstrap Bill saluted his captain and left.
Sparkly sparkly.. something.. falling.. asleeeep..
The cloaked figure turned around so they were facing the Commodore, and then reached up to pull back the hood. Commodore Norrington started, completely surprised that the caller was a woman. Her thick, long blonde hair draped over her shoulders and her bright green eyes twinkled with a sarcastic gleam. “Commodore,” she said, dipping her head in a vague salute. When he returned the nod, she smiled and walked forward, holding out her hand. He grasped it with his own and was surprised by the woman’s hidden strength.
“Might I know your name, my lady?” Commodore Norrington asked, setting his weapon aside. She released his hand and took a seat in a straight-backed chair before the Commodore’s desk.
“Before I release that information to you, I ask of you to promise me that you will not call for my arrest.”
Commodore Norrington raised an eyebrow as he took his own seat. He studied her, trying to place a name to her beautiful face. She was familiar, though the reason why completely eluded him. “I vow that I will not, but if you so much as raise a hand toward me, I will call for assistance.”
“Granted,” she replied smoothly. She paused before continuing. “My name is Scarlett Bane, and I have come to give you word of a certain pirate that I know you would love to get your hands on.” The expression on the Commodore’s face was priceless.
“Scarlett Bane?” he repeated with a dubious look. “The comrade and lover of Jack Sparrow?”
*falls over*
