Welcome back to all that are readers. This is my second fanfic. I have
had two that I deleted cause they weren't that great. But, if you want to
read my other good one it's called The Bracelet and will be finished on
February 16th. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy this story because it's kind
of my baby. I've spent a lot of time writing and rewriting it so that
it'll be a good story. So I hope you all enjoy it and here we go!
TO CATCH A THIEF
By DaydreamBeliever 14
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Wind blew fervently around the handsome man perched in the crow's nest. The setting sun silhouetted him in its gleaming golden rays making him appear fierce and menacing.
Looking ahead he viewed the vast expanse of deep navy blue Caribbean Ocean. Dolphins jumped and swam along side his ship making him smile.
And boy did he have a nice smile: it was like a cool sensual breeze on a hot day. His luscious mouth was set into a deeply tanned face which had coal surrounding the velvety chocolate eyes.
A faded red bandana adorned his head with a weathered tri-corn hat atop it. Here and there in his black dreadlocked and braided hair came the tinkling sound of beads and trinkets as the wind blew to and fro.
His effects were slung diagonally across his bronzed muscular chest that was covered with a billowy white shirt and faded vest. A comfortably warm jacket with a cutlass underneath was on his self and on his feet were a pair of rough, worn sea boots.
The Black Pearl was making great time, for there on the horizon was Tortuga. And that is the man's, Captain Jack Sparrow, favorite port.
Grabbing hold of a free rope, Jack gracefully swung down to the Pearl's deck. His booted feet landed with a thump and he swaggered up towards the helm where Gibbs, his first mate, was steering the Black Pearl.
"I'll take it from 'ere."
"Aye, aye Cap'n. We 'bout there?" Asked Gibbs as he gladly gave up the wheel. The Captain could keep strange hours, especially if he got caught up in thinking after going up to the crow's nest. Who knew when Jack would be down next?
"'bout thirty more minutes I should imagine." Jack stated as his ringed fingers stroked the wheel with love.
Gibbs smiled at this, turned and then headed down to the galley leaving Jack alone at the wheel.
"...and really bad eggs!" Jack sang softly as the Black Pearl sailed towards her destination.
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30 minutes or so later in Tortuga
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Jack stayed at the wheel and skillfully guided the ship into the dock. Yelling directions to the crew as they settled the ship he prepared to go ashore.
Finally, everything was set: the Pearl's guards posted, and the rest of the crew was ready for a night on the town. Jack gave the go-ahead to them and they charged off into Tortuga.
Smiling happily to himself, Jack went in search of his favorite tavern, The Faithful Bride.
Strolling leisurely through the streets of Tortuga put him in a jolly mood. 'If every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted,' Jack thought as he came upon the tavern and went inside.
When inside he headed straight for his usual table in the back. Sitting down he signaled to the bar wench and ordered some rum. Soon the wench came back with his drink and taking a sip he savored the sweet proliferous bouquet that is rum. Settling back into his chair he surveyed the bar; relaxing before a soon to be wild night never hurt him.
Besides, Jack felt ready for another adventure in search of treasure. He was already getting anxious for some fun on the high seas. How to change this situation was his problem.
The solution was soon to come.
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In the deep black shadows that ran along the alley beside The Faithful Bride stood a woman; keenly watching the world around her. Seeing she wasn't being followed for now she quickly stole out of the dark and hurried into the well lit tavern. Her deep violet colored coat billowed around her.
She snaked around the tables of drunks to sit at one in the back. Which happened to be next to Jack's. There she stopped, sat down, and ordered a drink - it was rum.
Now this caught Jack's attention because he loved women as much as rum. And this was both rolled into one package!
He raised his black eyebrows and they disappeared into his bandana. 'Now that's interesting, that's very interesting', he thought.
Taking his time before approaching her he propped his feet on the table and admired the woman. She seemed to be about 5'5", in her early twenties, and seemed very beautiful. She also appeared to not be any kind of whore or bar wench.
So, what she was doing in the tavern he had no idea. Bad things could happen to a woman like her unless she worked in a bar or was a whore.
Looking closer he saw that she had waist length black hair, golden tanned skin, and dark amethyst (violet) eyes that were set into a fiercely determined face. This sort of made her look madly dangerous and unapproachable.
Normally this would usually have made Jack avoid her because she seemed tempered and usually got slapped when that was the case. But he was greatly intrigued with this woman.
After finishing her rum she set the tankard upon the table and glanced around. Her eyes soon fell upon Jack staring at her from the next table. She glared at him; he just smiled back making her roll her eyes.
Wanting to get more acquainted with her he got up and wandered over. There he plopped down, uninvited, into the chair next to her.
Not wanting to be bothered, she tried scooting away from him but the wall stopped her.
"Don't worry luv. I don't bit, hard." He drawled.
"I don't bite hard either." She drawled back. 'How many times have I heard that one?' She thought exasperated with the thought of being hit on.
Jack was taken aback. 'Feisty one she is.'
"Can I help you?" She asked, a little annoyed.
He grinned and she noticed his golden teeth. They could be hypnotizing.
"Well maybe, and maybe not."
"I'm not a whore you know. So don't think you're going to be getting anything from me!" She interrupted angrily, her eyes lighting up as she pointed an accusing finger in his face.
Jack held up his hands in mock surrender and wondered if he was going to be slapped after all.
"Oh, no milady. I thought no such thing. Just that you look a mite out o' place, that's all."
"I see," she said settling down a bit. "That's all?" She continued suspiciously with one delicate black eyebrow raised.
"Aye. But, I'm a bit curious. What's your name if that's not too much to ask?" Jack said relaxing not that he knew no slap was coming.
"Well..." She hesitated, not sure if she should tell him.
"Come on luv," Jack pleaded as he scooted his chair closer to her. "Here, I'll start. 'ello, I be Captain Jack Sparrow," he finished holding his hand out for her to shake.
Gingerly she met his hand and shook it, "Hello Jack."
"That's Captain Jack or Captain Sparrow if you please, "Jack corrected slowly as if speaking to a child.
"Fine, hello Captain." She repeated with a sigh of exasperation.
Actually she was surprised to have run into him, well a Captain anyway. She had been in search of a way to go find some treasure she knew of and since he was a Captain he must have a ship and possibly could help her.
'He's just what I've been looking for. He sure is handsome and friendly enough.'
Shaking her head of the Jack being handsome thought she glanced back at him. Leaning forward till she was in his face she said, "My name is Mignonne Marie Deschamps (like dey-shamp). But you can call me Min."
Jack stroked his braided and trinket filled goatee thoughtfully.
"Beautiful name luv. That would be French eh?"
"Oui or yes it would be. Why do you ask?" Min asked confused, furrowing her brow she waited for his answer.
"Ah, the French, inventors of mayonnaise, and I like mayonnaise. But, they're obsessed with raisins. Humiliated grapes really; think about it." Jack said going off on a tangent and made a strange looking gesture that caused Min to frown again. He continued, "Terrific singers the French." Again he made a scissors snipping gesture and whistled quickly. "Eunuchs; all of them."
"Okay. That was interesting," Min said slowly as she sat back in the rickety chair and folded her arms across her chest. "But, as it would seem, it's been a nice surprise to meet you. I mean the Great Captain Jack Sparrow?! Who hasn't heard of you? I can hardly believe it, and you're here talking to me." She exclaimed enthusiastically to feed his ego before she asked her favor.
He smirked and puffed his chest up with pride causing Min to inwardly roll her eyes. 'This is too easy,' she thought.
"You've found a lot of treasure right? As in jewels?" Min purred with lust darkening her eyes to an almost black color.
Jack's eyes widened and he smiled. 'So the lady liked jewels eh?'
"Aye, many jewels." He emphasized by showing her his ring bejeweled hand. Min's darkened amethyst eyes followed his movement. "But, alas," he sighed, "me and the crew don't have anything to go after as of right now."
Min realized this was her opportune moment to solve his problem and so she grinned like a lion that had just caught the gazelle.
"Maybe I can change that."
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Alright, there was the first chapter. I hope everyone reading enjoyed it. There is way more to come so please let me know what you think about it. So R&R! R&R! R&R! R&R! R&R!
I'll give out Captain Jack Sparrow bedding again?! Eh? Who can turn that down? So R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ta! DaydreamBeliever14 aka Angie
TO CATCH A THIEF
By DaydreamBeliever 14
~@~
Wind blew fervently around the handsome man perched in the crow's nest. The setting sun silhouetted him in its gleaming golden rays making him appear fierce and menacing.
Looking ahead he viewed the vast expanse of deep navy blue Caribbean Ocean. Dolphins jumped and swam along side his ship making him smile.
And boy did he have a nice smile: it was like a cool sensual breeze on a hot day. His luscious mouth was set into a deeply tanned face which had coal surrounding the velvety chocolate eyes.
A faded red bandana adorned his head with a weathered tri-corn hat atop it. Here and there in his black dreadlocked and braided hair came the tinkling sound of beads and trinkets as the wind blew to and fro.
His effects were slung diagonally across his bronzed muscular chest that was covered with a billowy white shirt and faded vest. A comfortably warm jacket with a cutlass underneath was on his self and on his feet were a pair of rough, worn sea boots.
The Black Pearl was making great time, for there on the horizon was Tortuga. And that is the man's, Captain Jack Sparrow, favorite port.
Grabbing hold of a free rope, Jack gracefully swung down to the Pearl's deck. His booted feet landed with a thump and he swaggered up towards the helm where Gibbs, his first mate, was steering the Black Pearl.
"I'll take it from 'ere."
"Aye, aye Cap'n. We 'bout there?" Asked Gibbs as he gladly gave up the wheel. The Captain could keep strange hours, especially if he got caught up in thinking after going up to the crow's nest. Who knew when Jack would be down next?
"'bout thirty more minutes I should imagine." Jack stated as his ringed fingers stroked the wheel with love.
Gibbs smiled at this, turned and then headed down to the galley leaving Jack alone at the wheel.
"...and really bad eggs!" Jack sang softly as the Black Pearl sailed towards her destination.
~@~
30 minutes or so later in Tortuga
~@~
Jack stayed at the wheel and skillfully guided the ship into the dock. Yelling directions to the crew as they settled the ship he prepared to go ashore.
Finally, everything was set: the Pearl's guards posted, and the rest of the crew was ready for a night on the town. Jack gave the go-ahead to them and they charged off into Tortuga.
Smiling happily to himself, Jack went in search of his favorite tavern, The Faithful Bride.
Strolling leisurely through the streets of Tortuga put him in a jolly mood. 'If every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted,' Jack thought as he came upon the tavern and went inside.
When inside he headed straight for his usual table in the back. Sitting down he signaled to the bar wench and ordered some rum. Soon the wench came back with his drink and taking a sip he savored the sweet proliferous bouquet that is rum. Settling back into his chair he surveyed the bar; relaxing before a soon to be wild night never hurt him.
Besides, Jack felt ready for another adventure in search of treasure. He was already getting anxious for some fun on the high seas. How to change this situation was his problem.
The solution was soon to come.
~@~
In the deep black shadows that ran along the alley beside The Faithful Bride stood a woman; keenly watching the world around her. Seeing she wasn't being followed for now she quickly stole out of the dark and hurried into the well lit tavern. Her deep violet colored coat billowed around her.
She snaked around the tables of drunks to sit at one in the back. Which happened to be next to Jack's. There she stopped, sat down, and ordered a drink - it was rum.
Now this caught Jack's attention because he loved women as much as rum. And this was both rolled into one package!
He raised his black eyebrows and they disappeared into his bandana. 'Now that's interesting, that's very interesting', he thought.
Taking his time before approaching her he propped his feet on the table and admired the woman. She seemed to be about 5'5", in her early twenties, and seemed very beautiful. She also appeared to not be any kind of whore or bar wench.
So, what she was doing in the tavern he had no idea. Bad things could happen to a woman like her unless she worked in a bar or was a whore.
Looking closer he saw that she had waist length black hair, golden tanned skin, and dark amethyst (violet) eyes that were set into a fiercely determined face. This sort of made her look madly dangerous and unapproachable.
Normally this would usually have made Jack avoid her because she seemed tempered and usually got slapped when that was the case. But he was greatly intrigued with this woman.
After finishing her rum she set the tankard upon the table and glanced around. Her eyes soon fell upon Jack staring at her from the next table. She glared at him; he just smiled back making her roll her eyes.
Wanting to get more acquainted with her he got up and wandered over. There he plopped down, uninvited, into the chair next to her.
Not wanting to be bothered, she tried scooting away from him but the wall stopped her.
"Don't worry luv. I don't bit, hard." He drawled.
"I don't bite hard either." She drawled back. 'How many times have I heard that one?' She thought exasperated with the thought of being hit on.
Jack was taken aback. 'Feisty one she is.'
"Can I help you?" She asked, a little annoyed.
He grinned and she noticed his golden teeth. They could be hypnotizing.
"Well maybe, and maybe not."
"I'm not a whore you know. So don't think you're going to be getting anything from me!" She interrupted angrily, her eyes lighting up as she pointed an accusing finger in his face.
Jack held up his hands in mock surrender and wondered if he was going to be slapped after all.
"Oh, no milady. I thought no such thing. Just that you look a mite out o' place, that's all."
"I see," she said settling down a bit. "That's all?" She continued suspiciously with one delicate black eyebrow raised.
"Aye. But, I'm a bit curious. What's your name if that's not too much to ask?" Jack said relaxing not that he knew no slap was coming.
"Well..." She hesitated, not sure if she should tell him.
"Come on luv," Jack pleaded as he scooted his chair closer to her. "Here, I'll start. 'ello, I be Captain Jack Sparrow," he finished holding his hand out for her to shake.
Gingerly she met his hand and shook it, "Hello Jack."
"That's Captain Jack or Captain Sparrow if you please, "Jack corrected slowly as if speaking to a child.
"Fine, hello Captain." She repeated with a sigh of exasperation.
Actually she was surprised to have run into him, well a Captain anyway. She had been in search of a way to go find some treasure she knew of and since he was a Captain he must have a ship and possibly could help her.
'He's just what I've been looking for. He sure is handsome and friendly enough.'
Shaking her head of the Jack being handsome thought she glanced back at him. Leaning forward till she was in his face she said, "My name is Mignonne Marie Deschamps (like dey-shamp). But you can call me Min."
Jack stroked his braided and trinket filled goatee thoughtfully.
"Beautiful name luv. That would be French eh?"
"Oui or yes it would be. Why do you ask?" Min asked confused, furrowing her brow she waited for his answer.
"Ah, the French, inventors of mayonnaise, and I like mayonnaise. But, they're obsessed with raisins. Humiliated grapes really; think about it." Jack said going off on a tangent and made a strange looking gesture that caused Min to frown again. He continued, "Terrific singers the French." Again he made a scissors snipping gesture and whistled quickly. "Eunuchs; all of them."
"Okay. That was interesting," Min said slowly as she sat back in the rickety chair and folded her arms across her chest. "But, as it would seem, it's been a nice surprise to meet you. I mean the Great Captain Jack Sparrow?! Who hasn't heard of you? I can hardly believe it, and you're here talking to me." She exclaimed enthusiastically to feed his ego before she asked her favor.
He smirked and puffed his chest up with pride causing Min to inwardly roll her eyes. 'This is too easy,' she thought.
"You've found a lot of treasure right? As in jewels?" Min purred with lust darkening her eyes to an almost black color.
Jack's eyes widened and he smiled. 'So the lady liked jewels eh?'
"Aye, many jewels." He emphasized by showing her his ring bejeweled hand. Min's darkened amethyst eyes followed his movement. "But, alas," he sighed, "me and the crew don't have anything to go after as of right now."
Min realized this was her opportune moment to solve his problem and so she grinned like a lion that had just caught the gazelle.
"Maybe I can change that."
~@~
Alright, there was the first chapter. I hope everyone reading enjoyed it. There is way more to come so please let me know what you think about it. So R&R! R&R! R&R! R&R! R&R!
I'll give out Captain Jack Sparrow bedding again?! Eh? Who can turn that down? So R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ta! DaydreamBeliever14 aka Angie