A/N: Yay! First story! At least in a really long time. I hope everyone
likes it and leave millions of reviews. Ye don't like? Then Cap'n
Furryface wishes a hundred fleas to make a meal of yer nether regions.
G'day. -The Authors. Plural.
Chapter One
"Come on," said Brizy Goodwind to her friend Katrina Banksman. "He's in there!"
"I don't know about this," Katrina said quietly. "What if he says no?"
"He's not going to say no." Brizy grinned. "Everyone knows Captain Jack Sparrow is obsessed with treasure. And there's no way he can pass this up." Brizy pulled a treasure map out of her bag and handed it to Katrina.
Katrina looked at Brizy with a gleam in her eye. "Let's go." Together, they pushed the saloon door open, and entered the room.
The room was laden with smoke and reeked of too much drink. People shouted and shoved against each other. Katrina nudged Brizy and pointed to the back. "There he is."
Slowly, Katrina and Brizy began pushing their way over to where the captain sat, drinking. Finally they made their way and sat down heavily at his table.
Jack eyed them suspiciously. "If you're whores, find someone else. I can get my women for free."
Katrina, who had been in the middle of pulling out the map, paused.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," Jack tried to shoo them away with his hands. "No shillings from me. You're too young to be whoring anyway. You should be embroidering or something."
"I beg your pardon?" Katrina gasped again. "We're not whores! And if we were, we'd get more than a couple shillings from you!" She pouted for a moment. "And how old do you think we are?"
"Not old enough to be wearing a corset." He sighed, drinking more of his rum.
"How old?" Brizy demanded.
"Fourteen. At the most." Jack shrugged.
"Cad!" Brizy yelled and slapped him in the face, spilling his rum all over him.
"Bloody hell, wench!" he yelled, sputtering. "What'd ye do that for?"
"Er, she's a tad bit touchy about her age." Katrina explained. "You guessed wrong."
"Iffin ye don't mind me askin', what is her age?" Jack approached cautiously, knowing it was a delicate subject amongst the womenfolk.
"Seventeen." Brizy growled. "And I do have a corset."
Jack started to shake off the spilt rum. "Why do I care? If you're not whoring, what are you doing in this place?"
"Oh," Katrina fished out the map again. "This is why we're here."
Jack sat down in sudden seriousness and grabbed it from her. He studied it. "It must be a fake."
"It's not fake." huffed Brizy.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "And then would you please explain how two young girls came upon a real treasure map? If it's real, pirates would have killed to get it."
"They have." Katrina said gravely.
"Killed who?" Jack asked.
"Our fathers. And our mother." Brizy finished, looking at the locket around her neck.
"Wait. Fathers? Mother? Pardon me, lovies, I aven't had much schoolin', but I know enough to tell that something in there doesn't work out right." Jack started laughing. "Ah.daughters of a whore then."
"That explains the map. One of our fathers, God knows which one, was a pirate, and used the map as something to trade for a night of fun with my mother. When she got it, she kept it hidden, and then years later, when she brought it back out to look at, she got word that both of our fathers had been killed. Now, our mother has been, too." Katrina explained.
"We need a ship, and a Captain. Are you willing?" Brizy asked, starting to take the map back.
"Wait a minute, lass." He said, grabbing back the map. "S'posin' this is a real map, what would me cut of the swag be?"
"We'd all have equal shares." Katrina said firmly.
"Since I'm the biggest, I get 75% of it." Jack argued.
"No," fought back Brizy. "It's equal!"
"Fine," Jack growled. "Half for you, and half for me onesie. Now you're either going to agree, or you're going to leave. Now make up your mind. And you," he looked at Brizy. "You owe me a new rum, and no more of that slapping business."
Brizy glared at him but got up to get him a new drink. "It's up to you, Katrina. I'll be back soon."
Katrina grabbed the map back. "We agree, under the condition that you make sure we get our part of the treasure, and you take care of getting us a crew, a ship, and getting us there."
"You sure are a demanding wench." Jack said, snatching the map back from her. He looked at the map again and stopped short. For the first time he saw a small mark at the bottom of the map. Neither of the girls would have recognized it as anything but a smudge, but Jack knew immediately what it was. A grin spread across his face, just as Brizy came back with a new drink.
He grabbed it and took a deep swig. "Ladies, we have and accord. Meet me outside there tomorrow and I'll have a ship and a crew. Keep that map safe. Sleep well!" he said, a wry grin crossing his face. He settled back down into his chair, and took another swig of rum.
"Jack, me boy, what have ye gotten yerself into?" he asked himself, staring at the pint of rum he held. "Oh yes, that's right. Treasure." He looked around the saloon. "Now, to find tha' pleasurable company." However, before he could get up, he collapsed, snoring loudly. He did have a lot to drink that night.
Brizy and Katrina were walking back home, the words of Jack ringing in their ears.
"Wait!" Katrina cried suddenly, stopping Brizy in her tracks.
"What now?" asked Brizy. Katrina was known for stopping suddenly, and without reason or warning.
"Jack. He said half for him, half for us."
"Yeah. And?"
"He gets fifty percent. We get fifty percent."
"I still see no problem." Brizy said, starting to walk again.
"There are two of us." Brizy stopped. "I'll kill 'im!" she yelled. "I'll bloody kill 'im!"
She began to run back to the saloon, but Katrina grabbed her.
"We'll see him tomorrow." Katrina said easily, used to her half-sister's mood changes. "You can bloody kill him then."
"Fine." She spat, "But he's trying to cheat us and I don't like that."
Katrina raised an eyebrow at her. "You do remember he's a pirate, right? It's what he does."
"Oh, right."
Chapter One
"Come on," said Brizy Goodwind to her friend Katrina Banksman. "He's in there!"
"I don't know about this," Katrina said quietly. "What if he says no?"
"He's not going to say no." Brizy grinned. "Everyone knows Captain Jack Sparrow is obsessed with treasure. And there's no way he can pass this up." Brizy pulled a treasure map out of her bag and handed it to Katrina.
Katrina looked at Brizy with a gleam in her eye. "Let's go." Together, they pushed the saloon door open, and entered the room.
The room was laden with smoke and reeked of too much drink. People shouted and shoved against each other. Katrina nudged Brizy and pointed to the back. "There he is."
Slowly, Katrina and Brizy began pushing their way over to where the captain sat, drinking. Finally they made their way and sat down heavily at his table.
Jack eyed them suspiciously. "If you're whores, find someone else. I can get my women for free."
Katrina, who had been in the middle of pulling out the map, paused.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You heard me," Jack tried to shoo them away with his hands. "No shillings from me. You're too young to be whoring anyway. You should be embroidering or something."
"I beg your pardon?" Katrina gasped again. "We're not whores! And if we were, we'd get more than a couple shillings from you!" She pouted for a moment. "And how old do you think we are?"
"Not old enough to be wearing a corset." He sighed, drinking more of his rum.
"How old?" Brizy demanded.
"Fourteen. At the most." Jack shrugged.
"Cad!" Brizy yelled and slapped him in the face, spilling his rum all over him.
"Bloody hell, wench!" he yelled, sputtering. "What'd ye do that for?"
"Er, she's a tad bit touchy about her age." Katrina explained. "You guessed wrong."
"Iffin ye don't mind me askin', what is her age?" Jack approached cautiously, knowing it was a delicate subject amongst the womenfolk.
"Seventeen." Brizy growled. "And I do have a corset."
Jack started to shake off the spilt rum. "Why do I care? If you're not whoring, what are you doing in this place?"
"Oh," Katrina fished out the map again. "This is why we're here."
Jack sat down in sudden seriousness and grabbed it from her. He studied it. "It must be a fake."
"It's not fake." huffed Brizy.
Jack raised an eyebrow. "And then would you please explain how two young girls came upon a real treasure map? If it's real, pirates would have killed to get it."
"They have." Katrina said gravely.
"Killed who?" Jack asked.
"Our fathers. And our mother." Brizy finished, looking at the locket around her neck.
"Wait. Fathers? Mother? Pardon me, lovies, I aven't had much schoolin', but I know enough to tell that something in there doesn't work out right." Jack started laughing. "Ah.daughters of a whore then."
"That explains the map. One of our fathers, God knows which one, was a pirate, and used the map as something to trade for a night of fun with my mother. When she got it, she kept it hidden, and then years later, when she brought it back out to look at, she got word that both of our fathers had been killed. Now, our mother has been, too." Katrina explained.
"We need a ship, and a Captain. Are you willing?" Brizy asked, starting to take the map back.
"Wait a minute, lass." He said, grabbing back the map. "S'posin' this is a real map, what would me cut of the swag be?"
"We'd all have equal shares." Katrina said firmly.
"Since I'm the biggest, I get 75% of it." Jack argued.
"No," fought back Brizy. "It's equal!"
"Fine," Jack growled. "Half for you, and half for me onesie. Now you're either going to agree, or you're going to leave. Now make up your mind. And you," he looked at Brizy. "You owe me a new rum, and no more of that slapping business."
Brizy glared at him but got up to get him a new drink. "It's up to you, Katrina. I'll be back soon."
Katrina grabbed the map back. "We agree, under the condition that you make sure we get our part of the treasure, and you take care of getting us a crew, a ship, and getting us there."
"You sure are a demanding wench." Jack said, snatching the map back from her. He looked at the map again and stopped short. For the first time he saw a small mark at the bottom of the map. Neither of the girls would have recognized it as anything but a smudge, but Jack knew immediately what it was. A grin spread across his face, just as Brizy came back with a new drink.
He grabbed it and took a deep swig. "Ladies, we have and accord. Meet me outside there tomorrow and I'll have a ship and a crew. Keep that map safe. Sleep well!" he said, a wry grin crossing his face. He settled back down into his chair, and took another swig of rum.
"Jack, me boy, what have ye gotten yerself into?" he asked himself, staring at the pint of rum he held. "Oh yes, that's right. Treasure." He looked around the saloon. "Now, to find tha' pleasurable company." However, before he could get up, he collapsed, snoring loudly. He did have a lot to drink that night.
Brizy and Katrina were walking back home, the words of Jack ringing in their ears.
"Wait!" Katrina cried suddenly, stopping Brizy in her tracks.
"What now?" asked Brizy. Katrina was known for stopping suddenly, and without reason or warning.
"Jack. He said half for him, half for us."
"Yeah. And?"
"He gets fifty percent. We get fifty percent."
"I still see no problem." Brizy said, starting to walk again.
"There are two of us." Brizy stopped. "I'll kill 'im!" she yelled. "I'll bloody kill 'im!"
She began to run back to the saloon, but Katrina grabbed her.
"We'll see him tomorrow." Katrina said easily, used to her half-sister's mood changes. "You can bloody kill him then."
"Fine." She spat, "But he's trying to cheat us and I don't like that."
Katrina raised an eyebrow at her. "You do remember he's a pirate, right? It's what he does."
"Oh, right."