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TESTING: PLEASE DON'T DISTURB Author: Arr Ose Disclaimer: Put your lawyer back, no need to sue. I don’t own Pirates of the Caribbean. Summary: School couldn’t get more boring, especially when you’re on the subject of pirates. So what happens when you’re hurled back into the time you chose to ignore and meet an eccentric buccaneer who sparks your interest? * * * * * CHAPTER 1 History seemed to radiate boredom as the sun radiated heat. It was the subject that kept on giving its wonderful information about the past and how it affected what has now become the years of serious global warming. Today was different from the usual class that you had grown to get used to. From the usual, you had always noticed the students with their feet planted in the isle and their eyelids slowly fluttering down to their partner. But on this specific date when Mr. Young had announced a keyword that would forever change the class, at least for how long the course was… Pirates. It amazed you how when that phrase escaped his mouth the whole demeanor of the population in the room had immediately leaned forward in their seats with a look of anticipation written all over their faces. You were the only one with the foot in the isle and the back sliding down the chair with a not-to-excited expression. How childish was it to learn about pirates? You had known, or at least thought, that the subject was a kindergarten fantasy with chapters about Peter Pan read to you before bedtime and a Captain Hook costume accompanying you and your trick or treat bag. Come on here Mister Young! You’re going to teach the class about people who embarrassed themselves in public with a parrot on their shoulder, limbs missing, and eye patches? Now you were sitting there tapping your pencil absentmindedly on the desk with Mister Young looming over your shoulder. He grins knowingly and places a book with a skull marked on the front into your waiting free hand. “Are we going to plan earning an a this semester? Everyone else seems to enjoy this subject.” His foot turns in place as he begins his journey back up to the front with out a reply. Oh well his answer wasn’t much of one anyways as it was a grunt, or a groan, it didn’t matter for you couldn’t tell. Picking up the book you lazily leaf through the pages and jab your thumb into a random page. In bold at the top was the title of “Pirates of the Caribbean.” Just below it were several pictures of pirates aboard their ship with many chores being done at once. You chuckled to yourself at the thought of them being flogged for not swabbing the deck in the correct strokes or someone not drinking enough alcohol. Silly thoughts they were but it kept you entertained for the moment. Ah, the pirate captain. Your eyes scanned the photo of a buccaneer standing tall at the wheel with the handle grasped firmly in his hand. His mouth played a smirk while his dark mane of hair was to be sure whipping all around him in the heavy wind. You had only glanced at the picture before letting the book close and it slamming back down on the top. “It’s a whole dictionary of pirates.” You muttered. The boom of the teacher spoke and everyone looked up to see him with his own edition held up by his hand before him. “Alright now that that’s finished I would like you all to turn to page 200.” The class furrowed their brow and did as they were told. “We’ll go back to the other sections another time but for now we’ll be learning about the Spanish Main. Now who can tell me where that’s located?” A girl raised her hand in the front row promptly. “The Caribbean.” Mister Young nodded his head and continued the lovely introduction. Already you weren’t listening and had completely focused your own attention to the bird that was chirping on the tree only feet from the window. You noticed how it was constantly cocking its small noggin to and fro never ceasing before it finally flew away. You sighed and wondered what to concentrate on next. “Miss (Last Name), could you tell me what type of guns the pirates used?” Your eyes shot up in horror, oh god, you were going to prove his point about not paying attention here and now. Come on! Think of something smart to say… not something stupid… “The noisy cricket?” The class chuckled while you grinned sheepishly. It was better to go down with humor rather than idiotic right? At least they thought it was funny, perhaps they were the only ones because the instructor of your learning was frowning and doing his trademark lip purse of disappointment. “No, the correct answer would be a flintlock pistol. Miss (last name) I’d better shape up that attitude or you won’t be receiving any effort points this semester. And just for your tongue and cheek answer, how about you read the chapter of the Spanish Main tonight and you can have a test tomorrow. How’s that?” It was his turn to grin with the pride of torturing a student swelling inside him. “Was that a request?” By god you hoped so! “No.” His pearly whites were endlessly gleaming and you thought you’d go blind in a matter of seconds if he didn’t shut his pie hole. With hope of him to resume the teaching, you returned the smile with sarcasm and looked down at the book to appear as if you’ve started your assignment, although you were really looking at the scrawls of ‘Johnny wuz hurr’ scratched on the desk. For endless minutes Mister Young had successfully managed to excite the class even more. Once again you found yourself rolling at the immaturity of those who sat there like a child who discovered a whole world that was filled with candy and naked people. Your own eyes were large at the anticipation of the hand of the clock reaching 2:10. When it had done so the bell rung and echoed to everyone’s ears as they stood with their books and items in their hold already scurrying to reach the door before anyone else. You were quite disappointed at the fact that Mister Young hadn’t barked a specific homework to the class, heck, did he even bark anything that said ‘DO’ at all? Nope, and your head was shaking side to side because of that. * * * * “And Cameron Diaz has two of them…” You stared at the television that was exceeding its ability to make you jealous to what the stars these days have. It was a hard day and lying on your bed was certainly starting it’s reaction of the ‘need to sleep virus’. The homework of the subjects left your eyes drooping in exhaustion, only until you remembered your big test on pirates did you realize you needed to STAY AWAKE. Last minute studying was always an A plus right? You hoped so… but would you be able to get through it? Ten minutes had passed and you weren’t learning anything new except that the Spanish Main was discovered by Christopher Columbus. This was because of the excessive reading of the first sentence. If you could even call it reading, it was more of skimming. It seemed as if your mind was shutting down and the only thing that made sense was to ‘Go sleep and read it in the morning.’ That’ll do pig, That’ll do. Would it really do though? Oh well, sleep was the thing on the list now… “Stupid pirates… are you even a part of historeeee--” A large yawn ended the sentence and you were now floating through an endless abyss of sleep. But the morning just wouldn’t be the same. TBC... |