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This is my first attempt at fanfiction of ANY sort.please R&R, but don't flame!!! *hopes she won't have to wear flame-retardant suit*
Summary: Charlotte, daughter of a famous pirate hunter, finds herself rescued by CJS and aboard his ship. Can she get over her preconceived notions of pirates and her feelings for Jack before it's too late?
".." Denotes speech, '..' Denotes thought
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
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Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered through the streets of Tortuga, trying his best to avoid the drunken brawls that were occurring everywhere. He was in a good mood, his last "expedition" having been quite successful, and he was granting his crew a few days off to eat, drink, and be merry. Of course, he would be doing mostly the second, which was why he was heading for his favorite local tavern. The thought of rum brought a smile to his tanned face, and he began to hum softly. "Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!"
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Charlotte Billings was completely lost. In Tortuga, nonetheless! She was furious with herself for losing her way in these foul streets. But she was even more livid with her father for coming out of retirement to help in the manhunt for the infamous pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow. Rumour had it that Sparrow was in Tortuga, and so her father, John Billings, one of the most famous pirate hunters of the day, had dragged her along with him to this disgusting hellhole. Angrily she stamped her foot.
She was so caught up in her fury that she did not notice the hungry stares cast her way be the drunks on the streetside. They gazed appreciatively at her long blonde hair, which was beginning to work its way out of its perfect coif, and her form-fitting forest green gown.
Suddenly she felt a hand grab her, but before she could scream another clamped a strong-smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. Then everything went black.
When she awoke, she found herself in a dark alley, gagged and restrained by several filthy men, who were all grinning ferally at her. She could smell the alcohol on their breath, as they pulled her roughly to her feet.
"'Ello, poppit!"
Charlotte snarled and tried to break free, but the men were too strong.
"Lookee 'ere, boys, looks like we've caught ourselves a reg'lar 'lil wildcat!"
The men sniggered, as if at some private joke.
"Well, boys, let's show the little tigress a good time, eh?"
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Jack was just outside the door of the tavern when he heard a feminine scream coming from nearby. It was certainly not one of pleasure. Seeing as he was in a good mood, he decided to investigate. He quickly located the source of the cry - a dark alley behind the tavern - and drew both pistols. Five men were surrounding a petite girl, while a sixth held a small lamp. Her gown was lying on the ground in a ragged heap next to her, and she was standing wide-eyed as her shift was sliced down the front by a dagger. Her face was beginning to bruise under the swollen cuts and blood. Another dagger at her throat stopped her from moving, although she had worked her gag partially loose.
Jack shot four of the men in quick succession, though not fatally. The other two dashed away in terror, dropping the lamp, which flickered, but did not go out. As he sheathed his pistols, Jack spoke.
"So, love, have ye got a name?"
"Why should I tell you?" Charlotte answered defiantly.
"I just saved your life, love, don't ya think I deserve a bit o' gratitude?"
"No, I don't think that at all! Why, you are probably just going to finish what those filthy scoundrels started!"
Jack faked a wounded look. "Now, love, why would ye say a thing like that?"
"Well, by the looks of you, you're a pirate. And raping helpless women is one of your favorite activities, according to my father." She was beginning to feel rather woozy.
"No, I won't be rapin' ye. I'm not as cruel an' 'eartless as some of me.comrades. Now, I'll be askin' ya again, love, what's yer name?"
Feeling for some strange reason that she could trust this man, even though she could barely make out his face, she replied, "Charlotte Billings, and yourself? I should like to know the name of my rescuer."
Before Jack could answer, she began to wobble and sway. He grabbed her shoulders in an attempt to steady her, but she slumped against him. She was unconscious. Jack sighed in frustration.
'Well, Captain Sparrow, ye'd best be takin the lass back to the Pearl and havin AnnaMaria patch 'er up. Doesn't look like ye'll be getting' any rum tonight!"
He heaved another sigh and picked her up. Luckily, she was slight and not a heavy burden, and he carried her back to the Pearl and layed her in his bed, knowing it was the most comfortable one on the ship.
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End of Chapter 1!! Please R&R, I'll try to respond to some in the next chapter!
This is my first attempt at fanfiction of ANY sort.please R&R, but don't flame!!! *hopes she won't have to wear flame-retardant suit*
Summary: Charlotte, daughter of a famous pirate hunter, finds herself rescued by CJS and aboard his ship. Can she get over her preconceived notions of pirates and her feelings for Jack before it's too late?
".." Denotes speech, '..' Denotes thought
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter 1: Tortuga Nightlife
Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered through the streets of Tortuga, trying his best to avoid the drunken brawls that were occurring everywhere. He was in a good mood, his last "expedition" having been quite successful, and he was granting his crew a few days off to eat, drink, and be merry. Of course, he would be doing mostly the second, which was why he was heading for his favorite local tavern. The thought of rum brought a smile to his tanned face, and he began to hum softly. "Drink up, me 'earties, yo ho!"
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Charlotte Billings was completely lost. In Tortuga, nonetheless! She was furious with herself for losing her way in these foul streets. But she was even more livid with her father for coming out of retirement to help in the manhunt for the infamous pirate, Captain Jack Sparrow. Rumour had it that Sparrow was in Tortuga, and so her father, John Billings, one of the most famous pirate hunters of the day, had dragged her along with him to this disgusting hellhole. Angrily she stamped her foot.
She was so caught up in her fury that she did not notice the hungry stares cast her way be the drunks on the streetside. They gazed appreciatively at her long blonde hair, which was beginning to work its way out of its perfect coif, and her form-fitting forest green gown.
Suddenly she felt a hand grab her, but before she could scream another clamped a strong-smelling cloth over her mouth and nose. Then everything went black.
When she awoke, she found herself in a dark alley, gagged and restrained by several filthy men, who were all grinning ferally at her. She could smell the alcohol on their breath, as they pulled her roughly to her feet.
"'Ello, poppit!"
Charlotte snarled and tried to break free, but the men were too strong.
"Lookee 'ere, boys, looks like we've caught ourselves a reg'lar 'lil wildcat!"
The men sniggered, as if at some private joke.
"Well, boys, let's show the little tigress a good time, eh?"
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Jack was just outside the door of the tavern when he heard a feminine scream coming from nearby. It was certainly not one of pleasure. Seeing as he was in a good mood, he decided to investigate. He quickly located the source of the cry - a dark alley behind the tavern - and drew both pistols. Five men were surrounding a petite girl, while a sixth held a small lamp. Her gown was lying on the ground in a ragged heap next to her, and she was standing wide-eyed as her shift was sliced down the front by a dagger. Her face was beginning to bruise under the swollen cuts and blood. Another dagger at her throat stopped her from moving, although she had worked her gag partially loose.
Jack shot four of the men in quick succession, though not fatally. The other two dashed away in terror, dropping the lamp, which flickered, but did not go out. As he sheathed his pistols, Jack spoke.
"So, love, have ye got a name?"
"Why should I tell you?" Charlotte answered defiantly.
"I just saved your life, love, don't ya think I deserve a bit o' gratitude?"
"No, I don't think that at all! Why, you are probably just going to finish what those filthy scoundrels started!"
Jack faked a wounded look. "Now, love, why would ye say a thing like that?"
"Well, by the looks of you, you're a pirate. And raping helpless women is one of your favorite activities, according to my father." She was beginning to feel rather woozy.
"No, I won't be rapin' ye. I'm not as cruel an' 'eartless as some of me.comrades. Now, I'll be askin' ya again, love, what's yer name?"
Feeling for some strange reason that she could trust this man, even though she could barely make out his face, she replied, "Charlotte Billings, and yourself? I should like to know the name of my rescuer."
Before Jack could answer, she began to wobble and sway. He grabbed her shoulders in an attempt to steady her, but she slumped against him. She was unconscious. Jack sighed in frustration.
'Well, Captain Sparrow, ye'd best be takin the lass back to the Pearl and havin AnnaMaria patch 'er up. Doesn't look like ye'll be getting' any rum tonight!"
He heaved another sigh and picked her up. Luckily, she was slight and not a heavy burden, and he carried her back to the Pearl and layed her in his bed, knowing it was the most comfortable one on the ship.
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End of Chapter 1!! Please R&R, I'll try to respond to some in the next chapter!