Title: The Odyssey
Rating: PG-13, though language is mild. Just keeping all my proverbial bases covered for further developments.
Summary: Captain Jack Sparrow's ransoming of young siren Leila Shipman leads him to not one but *two* of the greatest adventures of his life. Reviews are greatly appreciated, be they flames, criticism, or compliments.
Author's Note: The inspiration for Leila came from listening to Lara Fabian's "Leïla." Sample it at http://www.lara-fabian.com! (Discography, Carpe Diem, Track #3)
PROLOGUE
His hand haphazardly caressing the Pearl's wheel in a gesture of affection, Captain Jack Sparrow took in the open, emerald sea with eyes he hadn't looked through in a long time. A smirk slipped over his features and he impusively jumped down to the main deck, ignoring the ladders that would have aided his descent.
It had only been a few weeks since his escape from Port Royal, and despite all he had accomplished in such a short time, he was restless for adventure. Even though he had almost hung from the gallows in that same Port Royal, the near-miss hadn't dampened his spirit one bit. Since his makeshift rescue, he had caught up on all that was abreast in the sea those days--most interestingly quick money-making opportunities--and he had already steadfastedly decided upon his next adventure.
As he approached the stern of his ship, he mulled over a few dispersed thoughts, gathering them together and molding them into semi-coherant ideas he could explain to his crew. His next plan was to check out this Siren he had heard of from a handful of his crewmembers. Siren. It was an absurd nickname for some British strumpet that just happened to have a lovely singing voice. Her father, Captain William James Shipman, was very wealthy, and the two of them always took their vacations on The Queen's Island.
He grinned again, twirling a knife in his palm as he thought about all the money he would get by ransoming her. It would be enough to finance future voyages and live in the warm lap of luxury for the rest of his life. It would take the Black Pearl only a few more days to get there, but in order to avoid the suspicion that would put all the wealthy of the island under lock and key, he had surmised to hide his ship on the East side of The Queen's Island. Rocky cliffs. Always a good hiding spot.
He had been to The Queen's Island a handful of times before, mostly engaging in petty theft after the Pearl had been taken, and knew his way around pretty well. If they made the time he assumed they would, they would reach the Island by Saturday. He had gathered from one of his crewmembers that this so-called Siren sang for everyone--even the stationed island guards--every Saturday evening.
He laughed out loud, practically beaming. He was already very pleased with himself. That Siren's father would be singing quite a tune for him to retrieve his daughter.
Rating: PG-13, though language is mild. Just keeping all my proverbial bases covered for further developments.
Summary: Captain Jack Sparrow's ransoming of young siren Leila Shipman leads him to not one but *two* of the greatest adventures of his life. Reviews are greatly appreciated, be they flames, criticism, or compliments.
Author's Note: The inspiration for Leila came from listening to Lara Fabian's "Leïla." Sample it at http://www.lara-fabian.com! (Discography, Carpe Diem, Track #3)
PROLOGUE
His hand haphazardly caressing the Pearl's wheel in a gesture of affection, Captain Jack Sparrow took in the open, emerald sea with eyes he hadn't looked through in a long time. A smirk slipped over his features and he impusively jumped down to the main deck, ignoring the ladders that would have aided his descent.
It had only been a few weeks since his escape from Port Royal, and despite all he had accomplished in such a short time, he was restless for adventure. Even though he had almost hung from the gallows in that same Port Royal, the near-miss hadn't dampened his spirit one bit. Since his makeshift rescue, he had caught up on all that was abreast in the sea those days--most interestingly quick money-making opportunities--and he had already steadfastedly decided upon his next adventure.
As he approached the stern of his ship, he mulled over a few dispersed thoughts, gathering them together and molding them into semi-coherant ideas he could explain to his crew. His next plan was to check out this Siren he had heard of from a handful of his crewmembers. Siren. It was an absurd nickname for some British strumpet that just happened to have a lovely singing voice. Her father, Captain William James Shipman, was very wealthy, and the two of them always took their vacations on The Queen's Island.
He grinned again, twirling a knife in his palm as he thought about all the money he would get by ransoming her. It would be enough to finance future voyages and live in the warm lap of luxury for the rest of his life. It would take the Black Pearl only a few more days to get there, but in order to avoid the suspicion that would put all the wealthy of the island under lock and key, he had surmised to hide his ship on the East side of The Queen's Island. Rocky cliffs. Always a good hiding spot.
He had been to The Queen's Island a handful of times before, mostly engaging in petty theft after the Pearl had been taken, and knew his way around pretty well. If they made the time he assumed they would, they would reach the Island by Saturday. He had gathered from one of his crewmembers that this so-called Siren sang for everyone--even the stationed island guards--every Saturday evening.
He laughed out loud, practically beaming. He was already very pleased with himself. That Siren's father would be singing quite a tune for him to retrieve his daughter.