Pirates of the Caribbean: On Stranger Tides
HARRY POTTER & THE DEATHLY HALLOWS PART 2
Becoming the greatest Captain of all time.
Becoming friends with the greatest fist mate of all time.
Starting a 2 year course of GCSE's.
HAVING NO SUMMER WHATSOEVER...
Moving House
Turning 15
THE END OF ALL THINGS HARRY POTTER :(:(
Wanting a tattoo
SEEING RUSSELL HOWARD LIVE.
Possibly getting a tattoo
Finding out what people are really about..
Meeting FAB new people!
LOVE FOR JOHNNY DEPP HAS INCREASED (didn't know it was possible)
LOVE FOR TOM FELTON IS GROWING.
Buying Tom Felton's album. <3
Thursday, 4 August 2011
Tuesday, 2 August 2011
The Untold Story
The waves attacked at the Pearl, biting at it. Water gushed over the sides, drenching the nimble crew who were fighting to keep the ship afloat. The storm was in full flow, the sea covered the deck, rain drowned the slowly crippling ship. I, The Captain was stood at the helm, understanding that this curse of a hurricane was a result of my unpure actions. The Isla de Muerta was close on the tides, I knew it wasn't long before I would be satisfying the crew with golds, jewels and treasures beyond their dreams, but I, still searching for my fortune. Nothing would suffice until I owned the Queen Anne's Revenge- Blackbeard's ship, and I could only bribe the old brute to meet me, if I offered The Pearl, that would buy me time on his ship, therefore I could overthrow him and take it as my own.
We sailed the seas for years, a decade to be precise, me and my crew working tirelessly to rid ourselves of the curse, finally, we were released and I returned to find my old mate, Pulchritudinous, who I know call Smee, and have changed my name to Captain Hook because we must hide from the revenge seeking Angelica, for I have taken the Queen Anne's Revenge as my own ship, it is mine, and rightfully mine, and I must now sail to the New Providence Island to protect my crew and myself and learn the arts of the ancient vodun, and await my fateful meeting with the blood-thirsty wench. I can't buy time, but I can prepare, and with my faithful Smee beside me, what can go wrong?
THAT IS MY VERSION OF THE MUTINY, SMEE, AND NOW YOU KNOW. Because really, I adore you, my loyal first mate, who is a really lovely, funny, all round fantastic human being, and I love having you in my life, I hope we continue to sail the briny seas together, in the hope we can overthrow whatever the world hurls at us, you want to know why? CURIOSITY.
We sailed the seas for years, a decade to be precise, me and my crew working tirelessly to rid ourselves of the curse, finally, we were released and I returned to find my old mate, Pulchritudinous, who I know call Smee, and have changed my name to Captain Hook because we must hide from the revenge seeking Angelica, for I have taken the Queen Anne's Revenge as my own ship, it is mine, and rightfully mine, and I must now sail to the New Providence Island to protect my crew and myself and learn the arts of the ancient vodun, and await my fateful meeting with the blood-thirsty wench. I can't buy time, but I can prepare, and with my faithful Smee beside me, what can go wrong?
THAT IS MY VERSION OF THE MUTINY, SMEE, AND NOW YOU KNOW. Because really, I adore you, my loyal first mate, who is a really lovely, funny, all round fantastic human being, and I love having you in my life, I hope we continue to sail the briny seas together, in the hope we can overthrow whatever the world hurls at us, you want to know why? CURIOSITY.
MY TALE
You may have heard the swashbuckling, jaw-dropping, grueling tale of Smee. However, there is no doubt that it is false.
In reality, I, Captain Emily Morgan, am one fantastic pirate, and a woman that is true to her mates, crew and word..
On that strenuous morn' the tide was calm, softly awaiting the Pearl's strong bow to break through the rippling waves. I, Emily Morgan, the faithful fistmate, stood proudly at my Captain's side, the doting Captain Pulchritudinousface, who did not know of my plan. He would not agree with what I wanted, and therefore could not confide in him. Instead I chose the likes of Pintel and Ragetti to achieve what I needed in the mutiny. I had paid off the Bos'un to ensure that the crew was working away, as so the Captain would not suspect such treachery. The betrayal boiled inside me, as I knew what I would be doing later that evening to dissappoint my good mate, the Captain. His beloved Pearl would soon be mine.
The moon glowed as its dark disk spread across it. A cold breeze danced its way around The Pearl and doused a few of the lamps, the ones that remained lit, smoldered in the black night. The darkness had descended and Bootstrap gave the signal. I made my way to the Captain's cabin, and creeped into the glittering room. The Captain stirred, and I quickly took out my pistol and held it to his head, holding my face in a fearsome grimace. He must know I would never do this without a valid pardon. His face turned to agony as he understood his fate, and the betrayal his mate had led, as I bound him to the main mast.
I knew the bearings to Isla de Muerta, so as I took the helm, a tear in my eye, and ordered full canvas. I could feel the cold air whip my face, the wild curls of my hair blowing free from my hat. I could feel the old Captain's burning glare on me as I sailed to an isolated island on the crossing to Isla du Muerta. I could see the crimson of the sun rising over the horizon, noticably igniting the sky, the Captain's final voyage on the ship was nearing it's end. "LAND HO!" Pintel yelled, as I glanced to starboard to catch a glimmer of a tiny spit of land that I would marroon the old boy on. I rushed to his side, slit the rope on his wrists and the crew taunted at my old friend to walk the plank. With one glance, I gave him an apologetic smile, that he did not return, and after recieving a pistol with one single shot, he flung himself overboard.
In reality, I, Captain Emily Morgan, am one fantastic pirate, and a woman that is true to her mates, crew and word..
On that strenuous morn' the tide was calm, softly awaiting the Pearl's strong bow to break through the rippling waves. I, Emily Morgan, the faithful fistmate, stood proudly at my Captain's side, the doting Captain Pulchritudinousface, who did not know of my plan. He would not agree with what I wanted, and therefore could not confide in him. Instead I chose the likes of Pintel and Ragetti to achieve what I needed in the mutiny. I had paid off the Bos'un to ensure that the crew was working away, as so the Captain would not suspect such treachery. The betrayal boiled inside me, as I knew what I would be doing later that evening to dissappoint my good mate, the Captain. His beloved Pearl would soon be mine.
The moon glowed as its dark disk spread across it. A cold breeze danced its way around The Pearl and doused a few of the lamps, the ones that remained lit, smoldered in the black night. The darkness had descended and Bootstrap gave the signal. I made my way to the Captain's cabin, and creeped into the glittering room. The Captain stirred, and I quickly took out my pistol and held it to his head, holding my face in a fearsome grimace. He must know I would never do this without a valid pardon. His face turned to agony as he understood his fate, and the betrayal his mate had led, as I bound him to the main mast.
I knew the bearings to Isla de Muerta, so as I took the helm, a tear in my eye, and ordered full canvas. I could feel the cold air whip my face, the wild curls of my hair blowing free from my hat. I could feel the old Captain's burning glare on me as I sailed to an isolated island on the crossing to Isla du Muerta. I could see the crimson of the sun rising over the horizon, noticably igniting the sky, the Captain's final voyage on the ship was nearing it's end. "LAND HO!" Pintel yelled, as I glanced to starboard to catch a glimmer of a tiny spit of land that I would marroon the old boy on. I rushed to his side, slit the rope on his wrists and the crew taunted at my old friend to walk the plank. With one glance, I gave him an apologetic smile, that he did not return, and after recieving a pistol with one single shot, he flung himself overboard.
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