Hoist the Colours

I'm Elizabeth Swann, sixteen, here from England.

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So many new faces..

I was afraid of that, but -takes deep breath- that’s ok. I’m glad to be back.

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Hello, Penny. Long time, no see.

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Lady and the Duke - Stitch and Elizabeth

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Stitch sat back in the lounge chair, adjusting his sunglasses over his eyes. The day had been a busy one of  violence and vandalism and now it was time to just sit back on the deck and soak in the rays. With some music of course. His ukulele sat comfortably in his hands, fingers picking out some sort of tune that sounded nice but he would never be able to remember later. He should remember to bring a pencil and paper next time he decided to just jam. Maybe he could go back onto land and play for a crowd like he’d done in Houston for a little extra cash. Eh. Later.

Then suddenly there was something blocking his sunlight and he raised his gaze to meet a familiar face. Oh, this girl again? Couldn’t she take a fucking hint? Then again, no one on this ship seemed to be able to take a hint. At all. He took a breath, perhaps ready to tell her off or make some wise crack about how unladylike that bitchface was but then her words hit home and he stopped. A smirk spread across his mouth and he rested his elbow on the arm of the chair to rest his face in his palm. “Oh yeah?” He asked, “How do you know?”

How did she know? What a stupid question and she opened her mouth to inform him of such and to answer his question when she realized... just how stupid it sounded. 

He had obviously lied to her and she had fallen for it so much that she had to look the bloody thing up and find out he. Had. Lied. And she felt so bloody ridiculous. She was aware of how sheltered she had been but this was the first time she was completely embarrassed by it. 

It was already bad enough his smug face was staring up at her waiting for the answer he was so sure he was going to get and it made her cheeks flush. A surge of pride overcame her as did a ridiculous need to save face and so her mind scrambled for a better answer and what she came up with was, "I never learned about its existence in school."  

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Fuck it...

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Wait. What’d you think?

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Nothing. I just thought something was wrong because in my experience people normally curse when they're upset and you didn't exactly sound happy and I suppose I'm just sticking my nose where it doesn't belong - I'm rambling. I'm sorry.

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Fuck it...

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Yeah. Fine.

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Oh. My apologies, I thought - I suppose it doesn't matter.

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Fuck it...

I don’t need this shit.  Who wants to talk to this free man.

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...Are you alright?

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Lady and the Duke - Stitch and Elizabeth

It had been out of curiosity that Elizabeth had opened her laptop and pulled up the search engine. And it was out of curiosity that she typed in the name of the location, misspelling it twice because damn American spelling, and found what she was looking for. And then it was in complete anger she threw her legs over the edge of her bed, her laptop almost toppling to the floor in her haste to get out. Flinging her door open she was on the upper deck before she knew it, fuming to herself. 

What a little prat. She was a Lady, highborn and bred. She went through years of learning how to walk properly and talk properly and knowing her place. Learning what she could eat and what she couldn't, when she could speak and when to keep silent, how to dress and how to keep a house running smoothly. And this rude brat thought he could pull the wool over her eyes, trick her, and have a good laugh.

Stomping up the stairs, she planted her feet and scanned the deck until, what luck, she spotted him in the back. With all the grace she possesed, she stalked to his lounge chair and stopped right beside it with her hands on her hips. 

"I knew you were a little liar." She said. "You're not even a Duke at all, much less the Duke of Nabisco. It's not even a real place."

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I’m a Duke. I’m never mistaken.

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Duke. Of. What. 

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…..Yeah.

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Then I'm afraid to inform you that you are sorely mistaken. 

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Oh, did I disrupt your tea party to bring you into the real world?

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You think you're so clever?

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You’re excused.

For a Lady, you’ve got quite a mouth on you.

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I'm not... exactly sure where that came from. 

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The one you have jammed so far up your ass.

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Excuse me? 

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Oh my God, you bloody little twat!

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You should learn to dislodge that stick of yours.

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What?

What stick?

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How is everybody today?

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Pretty good. Why was yours ‘very well’?

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Because I got up and spent the entire day doing as I please. 

Which constitutes as a successful and well spent day in my book. 

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How is everybody today?

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Very well, and yourself?

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You know, you have a nice smile. It's a shame it's wasted on such a crude person. 

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Afternoon already? Need a drink.

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Aye. It must be only for the strong willed people, I suppose. And around? Love, I haven’t seen in you around in a while. Or is it that you are just avoiding me? Cause if that is the reason, I understand.

-Teasing- Are you calling me weak willed, Jack?

I did fine after a while. I suppose after the initial shock, it was splendid. 

Of course I'm not avoiding you. Were I doing that, we wouldn't be speaking right now. I'm so terribly sorry for giving you that thought, what can I do to make it up to you?

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I told you. I’m a complete rainbow.