A Totally Non-Metaphorical Pirate Story

So, like I said... around ten I got sick of the mystery I was working on, and for some reason writing a pirate story seemed like a better idea, since I'm certain what my writing class needs is a bit of utterly meritless experimental randomness from someone. And I'm probably the only weirdo willing to do it... since the other guy whose stuff's being workshopped this week isn't going to, and we're the last two. So, if anyone's bored and wants to give this a quick once-over, since I've only made it to six pages and I'm tired and don't know where to go from here, go right ahead.  Pick out where the style breaks accent.  And where it sucks.  Give me random ideas on where to go from here so I can try my hand at writing action.  I'll be eternally grateful.

I think it's unfortunate that I'm writing this so close to the beginnings of the media push for PotC-2. Because it's going to look like that's the reason for pirates, rather than the actual original thought process, which went something like "All right, so... I've got an alchemist eating the back of my brain, but I can't only switch him in because he'd likely be too much like Hughes. I'd do a ninja, but there's a chance we'll get those in the next world-shift. So... opposite. Pirate. And... hmmm. A cowboy, because of Brokeback Mountain.  He'll be the gay one."  (We can call laugh at this now, because save for the alchemist, pirate, and cowboy part, every last bit of it turned out to be wrong.)

( So really, we know exactly which community to blame here... indirectly, since this has spiralled out of my control )

 (Edited with the final, 9-page version.  Yikes.)

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So, I just sent a long plotless story about pirates written in the Pirate!Hughes speech-patterns (thankfully without the annoying accent, except in the dialog, of which there is little) to a published author and a group of 11 college students who have spent the quarter sharing relevant, sometimes poignant fiction about real life.  My e-mail to them included two haiku.  Sometimes, even I worry about the state of my own questionable sanity.  I wonder if I'll run into a problem with them thinking I'm not writing seriously, just because I don't write about serious things.  I suppose I'll find out. 

Oh, and can anyone tell me why the journal update page automatically goes to rich text mode now?  Because that's mighty annoying, and until goodness-knows-when, I don't have a computer I can download a client on.  Why must you make my life harder than it has to be, livejournal?

Editness:  Hello, lj settings page.  You were hard to find.  Who the heck thought it was a good idea to make the last-used input method the default when you can't switch back to plain-text from rich text?  And then hide how you change it back?  (I can't even remember how I found that now...)  Silly LJ.