This is my first story, so be gentle people. Okay, so I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, or the characters, although I would love me some Johnny Depp/Jack Sparrow action, mhmm. Anyways, yeah, and the name Drusille is from Buffy the Vampire Slayer's Drusilla, but I don't own that either. All I own is my fat cat Loona-Bug, oh and an eight foot long stuffed animal, which happens to be a rainbow caterpillar. Be jealous. On with the story!
Hector Sparrow, the son of Jack and Angelica Sparrow, stood proudly on one of his father's many ships in his fleet, the Crimson Fury. He was proud of his ship, Jack had given him the title of Captain, although he often dreamed of inheriting his father's ship, the Black Pearl.
Or Uncle Barbossa, whom he had been named after. His ship was amazing, but to get the ship would also require the sword although that would never happen. Uncle Barbossa had found he had a granddaughter, his son, Gavin had apparently had a daughter. Her name was Blessing and was supposedly a great beauty, however, knowing that Barbossa was far from handsome, he doubted these rumors.
His Aunt Elizabeth was the prettiest woman he had ever seen, and Uncle Will would agree with him, as they were married. That might only be because she never aged, but still, she was gorgeous and her spirit added to that beauty. Thinking about Will and Elizabeth made him miss his uncle, for he only seen him once every ten years. He had only seen him once in his life, but he heard many stories about him, and Will often sent some of his crew to give letters to his family and friends.
Shaking off the remininsing he watched Tortuga come closer to his view. Once they docked he would meet up with his father and Barbossa, and finally meet the granddaughter who had already influenced a great many stories about herself, mainly centered upon her beauty and fierce personality.
"Mr. Livin, are we ready to make port?" He asked his first mate, who nodded. The man was ancient, with a white beard and cracked, wrinkled skin. He was fit as any young sailor though,and took care of the Fury better then any of the younger men could.
When they finally landed, by then the sun had set, Hector made his way to find the Pearl, which is where they had all agreed to meet. Finally finding his father's beloved ship he walked up the plank and didn't hesitate to enter the Captain's cabin.
He paused in the door and let himself drink in the sight of his family. His mother was chattering away with his aunt Elizabeth and her third son, Erik, was playing with Jack the monkey. Barbossa was sitting with his father, talking about some new treasure. An unfamiliar figure stood beside the window, which he assumed was Blessing. Her back was to him and she was not within reach of the candles and lantern's light so her features were hidden.
"Hector, finally you made it. Come sit, sit." Angelica ushered him in, her Spanish accent music to his ears. He seated himself between his parents.
"Blessing, my pet, come meet Hector." Barbossa implored the figure, who moved with an airy grace to sit beside him. Ebony curls cascaded to her tiny waist and created a dark cloak around her curvy figure. Cold onyx eyes shone from a face as pale as moonbeams, and pouty ruby lips drew his attention. She wore a low-cut dress, made of dark emerald silk and trimmed with black lace.
"Hello Hector." She greeted, her musical voice drifted to him through his trance.
"Bonjour Miss Barbossa."
"Please, call me Blessing." She replied smoothly, never missing a beat. Barbossa beamed at her, and Hector could see that his uncle was finally happy, with a loyal companion besides an undead monkey at his side.
"Isn't she a gem?" He touched the tip of her nose and she smiled which made the room a thousand times brighter. He felt himself suck in a breath. No way she was related to Barbossa.
"Where did you find her?" Hector asked, eyeing her suspiciously. She could be a con-artist trying to take the Revenge, which was far more probable then her being his true granddaughter.
"She was living with my Grace. Our son made it to White Cap Bay, and met her mother, a lovely mermaid by the name of Drusille. How he managed to make her love him is a mystery to me, with his roguish ways." Barbossa laughed, putting to rest his suspicions.
"So you are part mermaid?" Elizabeth asked, smiling. She had never gotten the chance to meet one, like the rest of them had.
"Yes." She replied. He could tell she didn't like talking. She was more of the quiet, calculating type. He also noticed she had several weapons on her person, besides her beauty and mermaid allure. He noticed several concealed knives, at least nine darts pinned in her hair, probably tipped with poison if she was anything like her grandfather. He would bet his ship she had gun holsters strapped beneath her skirts.
Erik started crying, and being only five, no one scolded him. Jack the monkey had taken his wooden sword. Barbossa usually took care of these problems, but he made no move to do so. Instead, Blessing scolded the monkey and Jack dropped the sword and leaped to her shoulder. He nuzzled Blessings face until she smiled and pet him gently.
"I see Jack likes you. Interesting." The human Jack mused. "Well, I am starved and good food is scarce nowadays! Let's eat!"
"Ey! I canno' help me 'nd Elizabeth were no' raised on how to cook, Jack Sparro'!"Angelica snapped, her accent becoming worse with anger.
"'Course not, love. It was just a bit of fun." His dad grinned, working his gold-toothed charm on his mother. She rolled her eyes and they started eating. Once they ate, they all started exiting the Pearl. Elizabeth and Erik retired to the Love's Sorrow, the ship her husband had risen from the depths for her and their children.
Angelica and Jack went through a side door that led to their shared bedroom and Blessing was working on getting a now drunk Barbossa out of his chair and back to the ship. While trying to go down the ramp Barbossa stumbled, tumbling them both into the water.
Hector dove after them and only found Barbossa, heaving his sputtering uncle onto the dock he searched the black waters for Blessing. She leapt out of the water, landing on her feet. He watched as scales disappeared and webbed fingers returned to normal.
"I cannot fully turn. Just enough to be comfortable under water. Scales, webbed fingers and toes, gills." She explained quickly, fumbling over her words once she seen the curious look he was giving her. She stomped over to Barbossa and heaved him to his feet. Her cheeks were flushed from anger...or was that embarressment?
"Grandpapa, damn you, come on before we both catch cold, and this was my favorite dress! You are buying me a new one, just like this!" She continued to support him, while ranting, as she walked towards the large vessel, The Queen Anne's Revenge.
"Goodbye Blessing. Maybe we will meet again soon, perhaps not quite as wet." He smiled at her, winking with suggestion. He had inherited his father's wiles.
"Oh, I can only hope you are wrong and I never have to see you again." She smiled sweetly as the two faded from view. Hector smirked, he liked the little spitfire. He only had to woo her.
