(after christnabarrett and attempt @ every1.. slowing down maybe… send me a pm if I don't fit in or if I should move it to my own thread, that is, make a new fanfic thread.. I hope it looks cute. Otherwise, if I thought no one would like the contribution/support, I wouldn't participate. Let me know.. I think I needed more 20's ness.)
[Elizabeth is sitting by the horses wondering if another little girl will pop up in her life. In the distance, she spots Will.]
Elizabeth: O, Will!
Will: Elizabeth..
[They embrace and sit together on the grass for several hours and fall asleep. Jack comes and wakes them up suddenly.]
Jack Sparrow: Kids! [looks shocked..] We’re going to Africa!
Will: Is it the coco beans?
Jack Sparrow: Not this time; it’s the phoenix bird. We need a feather from it.
Elizabeth: O, can we take unicorn…
Jack Sparrow: [confused]
Will: I don’t know that it’d survive the ship.
Jack Sparrow: Sure it would, it’s under the curse.
[They bring the unicorn without a horn.
Enter an older lady. About 35.]
Cassidy: Hello, Sparrow.
[She has white hair with sparkly brown and reddish roots. Her eyes and blue spheres with diamonds about them, still..]
Jack Sparrow: O, ‘ello love. What are you doing here?
Cassidy: Came to give you this telegram, not a singing one..
[Jack Sparrow reads it.]
Jack Sparrow: Why thank’ya. [He looks concerned about something.]
Cassidy: What is it?
Jack Sparrow: A huge storm may be coming where we have to head out by night..
Cassidy: O, that’s terrible. Did you come for supper yet? Goat’s milk and Dlofy-Zfan dining tonight. [winks] But I won’t be there..
Jack Sparrow: O, ok……..
[They all go into a shack like a dream for some food, but a different shack this time..
There is only a 50 year old lady and a 60 year old man.]
Felicity: Hello, Jackie!
Jack Sparrow: Felicity!.
Reginald: Jack- y!
Jack Sparrow: Reginald!
[The dinner is set quickly, but Will and Elizabeth weren’t hungry.]
Felicity: How are things coming over at the Fantasia, then??
Jack Sparrow: O, you know…. I can’t wait until I die. That or.. [spots a fly] Actually…. I look forward to returning.. So many “interesting” people there. Most of them old fogies.
Reginald: Really, now?
[Supper goes by slowly.]
Felicity: Now, tell us, what the matter is? Why the long face?
Jack Sparrow: It’s these kids. I don’t mind Will, and Elizabeth. I don’t mind the smaller ones. No one pays attention to me anymore. I feel kind of like brain dead. I just keep on, though. Something will turn up, maybe it’s my health. Maybe I need to move around.
Felicity: Now, that’s a shame.. Things here haven’t been picking up too well in ways.
[Reginald and Jack go over to the sofa.]
Reginald: So, do you have a wife, kids, Jacky?
Jack Sparrow: O.. I dunno…
[Reginald looks surprised.]
Reginald: Really, though?
Jack Sparrow: [nods, winks]
Jack Sparrow: I dunno, everything is just so boring. I can’t wait til death, but I really wanted so much more. Actually, I’m also looking for Jolly Roger, but I didn’t tell the kids.
[Enters a lady Jack Sparrow’s age. She has fluffy dark red hair and crystal eyes. She sits on the couch. She has a big red dress on.]
Red Wench: Jacky [kisses him..] O… [She falls down on him.. A few minutes later. She stares ahead of her. She is only a little shorter than him.] So much has happened. I don’t know what’s happened to my parents since.. since… and o Barbossa.. Davy Jones….
Jack Sparrow: O [perks up..] Enough said, luv. [He holds her tightly….. Red Wench looks up at him.]
Red Wench: I think I shall retire….. But wait.
[Enters a beautiful young girl and boy, glowing…. Well dressed, for Christmas..]
Red Wench: These are my children, maybe…. I can’t really remember, anymore.. [withdraws]
[Boy is smiling and helps clean the table and sits in the living room. Girl spills a few things, is younger, and sits by the fire playing with some toys.]
Boy Wench: [silent]
[The room is suddenly lit, so it would seem.]
Reginald: Come here, boy…. [Boy comes.] How are things at home? [raises an eyebrow]
Boy Wench: O, things are fine with me… [smiles] sir.
[Girl Wench goes over to Red Wench and sits with her.]
Jack Sparrow: So, I hear Will and Elizabeth want to get married?
Reginald: O, I don’t think so, not them.. not yet… They still have some years to go, depressed bloomers, e’re.
…
Felicity: Whatever happened to your mother?
Jack Sparrow: O, we still write. I haven’t seen my father recently, either.
Felicity: Born, in a storm of sorts? The pity…. [looks away]
Jack Sparrow: Reggie, you heard of Barobossa.. how is he these days? [looks desperate]
Reginald: O.. He comes and goes as he pleases.
Red Wench: Well [dreamily] now I think it’s time for us to go to sleep. [Nudges girl wench who brings her bag of toys. Boy wench goes to wash up. Jack Sparrow brings girl wench to her room there, tucks her in, and goes back to the living room.
There, he finds all of us starting a game of Monopoly, smoking firecrackers and licorice. We’re dressed well, I hope. One of you get up to meet him and ask about the curse. Some of us don’t really want to play and we all go outside where Jack Sparrow follows us. We look at the sky, lonely. We spit out r crackers and walk around a bit, as though we were looking for something that existed. Some of us are pirates.]
Wench 1: We come from the island of mis fit toyz.
Me: We’re trying to build a city.
Wench 3: Made of strong stone.
Will: And glass, strong as diamond.
Elizabeth: Yes..
Jack Sparrow: Where did you 2 come from?
Wench 4: And with lookouts.
Jack Sparrow: Well, anyway [he indicates curse] I just saw Barbossa’s 2nd father, so he may lead us to more paths to the lost city of Atlantis and the Fountain of Youth and our present destination Africa.
Will and Elizabeth: O
[We trip off somewhere else, picking up our Lap Top cases and put in another joint of crack.]
Jack Sparrow: [looks funny] Well, looks like it’s time to set pace for the ship. [He looks at Compass and a locket album of the ppl he just left, and sheds a tear. They begin a journey into swirling stars.]
(The swirling stars is partly from The Seven Ravens and Roverandom http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?z=y&EAN=9780395957998&itm=1. Which, isn’t the stuff dreams are usu made of.. and probably other things.)