Can you cheat on Fanfiction? No, haha, I didn't die or anything like that, but I did go to college (which is basically the same thing) *rim-shot*.
Anywhoo. This is the start of my newest fic, called the Flask of Purity. Why is it titled so? You'll see soon enough!
I'm extremely EXTREMELY nervous about this- I've been working on it for the better part of three months, and only have like, three chapters done. *face-palm* but hopefully over this break I'll get a good chunk of it done and then we can see how it goes, hmm?
It has everyone's favorite characters in it, and a lot of made up stuff by me. I hope you enjoy my few OC's and I hope they don't suck. (Although, be kind to my sensitive ego!)
Here are the standard warnings-
Pairings: Philip/Syrena, (slight) Jack/Angelica, Cabin Boy (Louis)/OC.
Warnings: Lots of talk of 'virginity' and 'pureness' and a shit ton of alcohol (it's Captain Jack, whaddya expect?) and of course some moderate cuss words. Should be a T rating but to be safe ya'll get an M one. :)
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing except my two OC's and my laptop.
Captain Jack Sparrow looked out across the sea and sighed. The smile on his face couldn't be removed for anything- except for, of course, to open his mouth to accept a mouthful of rum.
"Anything inneresting out there, cap'm?" Gibbs asked. He had become the Captain's right hand man, and while they weren't exactly chasing adventure or treasures, he was still useful- he was the one who got the rum for Jack when it was needed.
"Nothing, if you aren't as fond of the open sea as I, Mr. Gibbs." Captain Sparrow replied, strutting from his position at the railing of the Black Pearl and nearer to where Gibbs was standing. "This is truly the life, my friend."
Gibbs nodded and smiled when Jack wrapped him in a side hug. "Yes, it is, cap'm."
"This calls for a celebration! Gibbs, I think it's time for you to get some rum."
"For me to drink, cap'm?" Gibbs asked excitedly. Captain Jack laughed.
"Oh, no, Gibbs, for me! I'm almost done with this bottle!" As if to make a point, the dread-locked pirate chugged the rest of the bottle down and flung his arms out as if he were accepting applause. "Now, go on!" He gestured toward his cabin and his first mate trudged off, grumbling slightly. Captain Jack was hardly bothered. He was living the life of a happy pirate- surrounded by the ocean on his trusty ship with an almost endless supply of rum and a loyal crew. He closed his eyes and felt the wind blow against his face and just relaxed.
Unfortunately, he was so relaxed that he didn't notice his ship taking a wrong turn, and while he thought he was landing on a deserted island where he knew alcohol was stored, he was, indeed, landing on an island that would cause a snow-ball effect that would change his life forever.
Jack was passed out in an alcohol-induced sleep when he was woken by a sudden stop of the ship. He assumed they had hit land- where they would replenish their rum supplies and maybe get a few hours of relaxation on a calm beach- so he got up and stumbled in his usual over-dramatic way to the front of the ship. He found his first mate, Gibbs, staring at the land and ordered him to gather the men. When the small crew (consisting of Pintel, Ragetti, and a couple of other pirates from his original Black Pearl days) had arrived, he announced, "Tonight, gentlemen, we drink the finest rum known to man- for the rum buried here is aging for the King's court in France!"
The pirate crew cried out jubilantly and they headed to land with the speed of a heard of hunted deer. Captain Jack followed, his steps slower, just taking in the sights and sounds of the serene island they had landed on. The captain hadn't been here in a while, that was for sure, for most of it was unrecognizable. Captain Jack rationalized that it had been a long time since he'd been here, and there had been quite a bit of rum consumed so the details may have been skewed over the years.
The crew soon slowed down to meet with their captain, who directed them to a portion of the island where they began digging for the underground alcohol storage. Captain Jack watched on in excitement for a few minutes, but was quickly distracted by a foreign buzzing noise in his ear. He rubbed it with his knuckle for a few seconds but the sound didn't go away. When he turned to look at the small forest that was growing on the beach, the buzzing turned into a more decipherable humming noise. As he stepped closer to the trees, he realized it was a woman's humming, and she was humming a haunting tune that made him feel as happy as rum did. He ordered his men to halt their process (as they had dug quite deep and found no evidence of alcohol stores) and led them to the woods with him.
Deeper and deeper they trudged, and while Ragetti made a comment about the forest being thicker and deeper than it looked on the outside, Captain Jack continued in hopes of finding the woman who was making that immaculate sound.
Soon they happened upon a clearing, where the whole crew could hear the beautiful humming. Captain Jack peered around a tree, where he saw a naked and exotic looking woman sitting on a man with what appeared to be a drunken and euphoric expression on his face. She was leaning forward to kiss him when Captain Jack heard a loud crunching noise. He glared around at his crew members before noticing his boot on a snapped in half twig and when he glanced back at the naked woman, he saw her face twist into an evil expression. Her already black eyes darkened and her lips snarled into an inhuman-like fashion. The man shook his head and woke from his stupor almost instantly, and with a frightened face he ran for Captain Jack Sparrow and his crew.
"What do you think you are doing?" The exotic woman cried out in a deep, garbled voice. "That was my mate! Mine! I should kill you, I should! I ought to take all your men as mine- forever!"
"I don't think that will be necessary, love." Jack said. "I wouldn't mind taking his place, I mean, as your mate." He really didn't. The evil look on her face was something Jack could easily look past as she was a naked and gorgeous woman- pale skin, long dark hair and a striking face.
"That could be arranged, Jack Sparrow." The woman said.
"Captain, actually… Wait, how do you know my name?"
The woman chuckled. "You do not know what I am, do you?"
Captain Jack exchanged a look with Gibbs, and shook his head slowly. "I guess not, love."
"I am Lillith, a succubus and demon woman of this island. I have a purpose- to populate the world with my descendants. I take the essence of a man and spread it to the innocent women of the world. My sons and daughters become everything that is evil- murderers, thieves, rapists and criminals."
Captain Jack Sparrow gulped audibly. "And for how long do you need the males? Just for collecting their, uh, essence once, right?"
Lillith laughed. "You are incredibly foolish, Jack Sparrow! I keep the man here until he dies- and he will. Slowly and painfully. You see, I cannot leave this island but once per year to not only impregnate women everywhere but to collect men for mating. That male" she pointed at the man cowering behind Pintel and Ragetti "was my last one- the others died. I have to wait three more months to get more mates, which were to be used for much mating with him, but because you interrupted my humming, he will never be under my spell again."
"Well, then, why not take one of my crew?" Jack gestured to the men around him, ignoring their splutters of outrage.
"No. I pick my men very carefully-" Captain Jack heard a collective sigh of relief "they have to be perfect specimen so my children grow up to be strong with powerful genes. None of your men are quite right- but you are closest."
"I'm sorry, love, but I'm just not a one-woman man. I have a long list of women you could ask about it. I'm afraid we just won't work out." Jack said to the demon, whose face was beginning to calm down to its 'normal' human form.
"I will give you a deal, Jack Sparrow. Either you go and find a dozen mates for me in the next three months, or you take that one's place… for eternity."
Sparrow wasn't about to correct her a second time, and quickly nodded. "I'll go with the former, if you don't mind… We're going to be off now, to find your mates…" He slowly backed away.
"Three months, Jack Sparrow!"
Captain Jack bolted from the clearing, his crew at his feet. By the time they reached the boat, they were all panting and sweating.
"What's your name?" Sparrow asked the would-be-victim of Lillith.
"F-F-Franklin, sir…" The man stuttered.
"Well, Franklin, since you got me into this mess, you are now bound to be a part of my crew or face execution. Are you on board?"
Franklin nodded quickly, and Captain Jack sighed.
"Well, so much for peace and quiet… We're off to Tortuga to find that wench some suitable mates."
As the crew piled on the ship, Jack could have sworn he heard deep chuckling come from the forest. Whether it was a stretch of the imagination or not, he hurried his crew forward with threats of no rum for the rest of their miserable lives.
He was too terrified to look back and see if he was right.
A/N: Welp, here we are! I hope you enjoyed my first chapter and I'd really appreciate some feed back. Sorry for the Potterheads if you're wondering what the heck happened... Don't worry! I have a few works coming into place. I might explore some more Seamus/Lavender or write a Luna/Rolf or maybe a Neville/Hannah or just do SOMETHING other the Ron/Hermione. Any ideas? Shoot me a review with a suggestion.
I hope you all enjoyed and please no flames.
-Bee