Title: Cats Eat Sparrows for Breakfast.
Summary: Jack Sparrow meets his match. But what is she hiding?
A/N: (A/U) This is a fic between Jack and of course an OC. I'd love to know what you think of this fic and whether you want me to continue. I'll always reply to reviewers. No flames please! Edited chapter. I hope this makes more sence.
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Tortuga was the last place I wanted to go. Unfortunately for myself and the deceased members of my crew, my ship 'Furteller Young'' crashed into another, one horrific blood filled night. Five of my crew were lost at sea and four others were shot dead by members of the other Ship; hence the reason me, Jason, Bucklebee and Ascorp sailed to Tortuga to gather more gullible thieves.
We ordered Rum and sat down at a table, men gathering around us. Many think of me as a whore, probably due to the lack of cloth I wear on occasions. This evening I wore a very low cut blood colour top that barely kept a hold of my bust and breeches which were also somewhat tight. I needed new clothes ASAP, especially if the ones I'm wearing bring me this much attention.
I am Castella Theodore also known as Cat, twenty nine years of age. Daughter of Caitlyn Young and Colin Theodore. I was a mistake. My parents weren't meant for each other. My mother whom was only eighteen at the time was a highly respectable, well known woman in Port Royal whereas my father was best known as a Pirate. She met him when his ship let him down and flooded.
He swept her off her feet but it didn't last. He left her when she was eight months pregnant. She raised me till the day of her death, thirteen years ago when I was aged sixteen. I left Port Royal in search of my father on my Uncle's grande ship, The Black Pearl. On a hurrendous night there was a mutiny. I was thrown overboard, never to see the same beautiful Ship again. I was swept away until "The Dauntless" found me, as I was always being searched by the men of Port Royal, admirers of my Mother and they always promised they'd look after me. I never did find my father, they prevented it.
So, soon after I was returned back to Port Royal, I got Furteller Young. One night I won a game of cards against this man I once knew and he handed over his Ship. I chose the name Furteller Young because at the time I was drunk and I tried to pronounce forever and it came out Furteller; and Young because that was my mother's maiden name (she got married to my step-father soon after I was born). The name stuck.
By the end of the night we had recruited twelve more men, I, once again, was going to be the Captain of a Ship full of men, life couldn't get any better.
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Castella put her hand through her shoulder length hair and stood against a wall. For too long she had gone without a partner in crime.
Two years ago her fiancé left her when she was pregnant with his child. Unlike her Mother, she was unable to control her emotions and she lost the baby at six months. Indeed, she felt pain and insisted that history was repeating itself.
Her sleek dark brown hair danced in the wind and her deep brown eyes shone. She was beautiful yet she wouldn't admit it. She grabbed some red lipstick out of her pocket and applied it to her perky lips.
"Applyin' it for me darlin'?" A stranger spoke. Castella looked behind.
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Captain Jack Sparrow had docked his merchant boat and was in for a true lad's night out which consisted of gossip, booze and more than likely sex. Oh, the true joys of being a Pirate.
But, as luck would have it, muffled screams averted his attention and he followed the screams until her found the owner of them. A young woman, as he saw, was having her clothes ripped apart by a man and she was leaking blood from the waist downwards. She had been stabbed. Jack quickly wrestled this man off the woman and shot him in the back with his revolver.
The man stumbled once and then fell to the floor, as did the woman whilst holding her gut. Her head slumped to the floor and the blood oozed its way out, bit by bit.
Jack saw no other reason as to why he shouldn't help this woman. Without thinking anymore, he picked the wounded rebel beauty and carried her to safety.
TBC