Cursed
Ch. 1: Escaped With His Life
A/n: My first Pirates of the Caribbean fic! That movie was bloody awesome!! I own my alter ego who goes by Jezebel Wingweaver. This takes place right after the movie. I can't remember the Black Pearl's captain's name, so it the best of my ability. Same goes with a couple other crewmembers' names.
Captain Jack Sparrow looked around at the turbulent seas. His brown eyes turned upward as he saw someone swing down onto the main dock from a rope. The captain snarled, drawing his sword.
"State your name and why you are on my ship," he said.
The figure dropped onto the deck. A few other crewmembers had pistols and daggers drawn at the stranger, who was crouched down.
"State your name," Jack repeated.
"Or I'll slit your throat,"
The figure stood, Jack caught a glimpse of dark green eyes and a pale face. The rest of the figure was hidden beneath a hood.
"I am what you fear, Jack Sparrow," they whispered.
Jack lunged forward; the figure batted his sword away with their own. The hood fell, reviling the face of a young woman. She smiled, a long jagged scar on the right side of her face. Sparrow gasped.
"Come now, Jack," she purred, sword pointed at him.
"Don't tell me you don't remember. We had some good times, Jack. Good times,"
The first mate stepped up.
"Captain, I await your order," he said.
Jack sheathed his sword.
"Leave her be."
The woman sheathed her sword. Her brown hair was cut short. Jack looked again at the scar on the woman's face. It started under her right eye and ended at the tip of her lower lip.
"I saw you die that night. The night the Black Pearl was cursed," Jack said quietly.
The woman smirked. Jack motioned for the crew to put away their weapons.
"Die," the woman repeated.
"You saw me get impaled upon your first mate's sword. I should've been dead, but the curse had struck right when he stabbed me," she said.
Jack coughed.
"That scar, how did that happen?"
The woman sighed.
"Get stuck between a blood thirsty ship's crew with no captain and something's bound to happen. Flint dagger,"
"Why?"
The first mate spoke again.
"Who is she, Cap'n?"
The woman bowed.
"Jezebel Wingweaver, bounty hunter, loyalist to Jack Sparrow,"
Jack chuckled.
"Ex girlfriend," he coughed.
"Wait, bounty hunter?" he said
Jezebel nodded.
"Aye. The Navy proposed a tidy sum for your head, Captain. I'm still decidin'," she said.
Jack's eyes narrowed.
"Why are you here?"
Jezebel grinned.
"I'm here to either cut off your head, or to warn you. It all depends on how you treat me," she whispered, her hand fingering the handle of her sword.
Jack's lip twitched.
"We'll see how you deserve to be treated. If I win this duel, I kill you. You win...you take my head. Do we have a deal?"
Jezebel's green eyes turned to slits, resembling a cat's.
"First person to draw blood loses," she said.
Jack nodded, pulling off his coat. Jezebel let her cloak fall. The two brandished their swords.
"Some loyalist you are, if you're here to kill me," Jack said, waiting.
Jezebel lunged.
"I'm in desperate need of money. This fight seems fair does it not?"
Jack blocked her blow. He dove, getting blocked and pushed backwards.
"Yes, well, since when did you start hurting for money, eh?"
"Ever since the night we were cursed!" Jezebel snarled.
"I've hunted all the seven seas in search for you," she continued.
Jack swiped, Jezebel stepped back, a hand to her side. She flinched, kneeling. Blood began to stain her cream colored shirt. Jack raised his sword above his head, preparing to strike a fatal blow.
"I haven't been trying to hunt you down, Jack! I've come to warn you!" Jezebel said, holding on to her side, grimacing in pain.
"LIAR!!" Jack shouted.
Jezebel put up a bloody hand.
"No! Listen to me, you and I are the last survivors of this curse. It's not broken. They're still here. They want us dead, Barbossa and his men. You may think you have control over this ship, Jack, but you don't. It's powered by evil, not wind. I'm...ahh..." Jezebel flinched; the sword wound was deep.
Jack knelt next to the woman, he lowered his sword.
"You can feel pain," he said.
Jezebel bit her lip.
"We can feel again, that's the only thing the curse gave back to us. That's not important. Jack, Barbossa and his men will try to take back what they claim to be rightfully theirs. This curse will never end. Not until the Black Pearl is up in flames," she said.
Jack shook his head.
"I just got my ship back, you can't expect me to...set her up in flames! I won't destroy my ship!"
"Then you destroy our lives!" Jezebel shouted. She let go of her side. Blood had stained the left side of her shirt.
"If your ship is more important to you then the lives of your crew then I'll-"
Jack pulled a dagger from out of his boot. He pointed it at the bounty hunter's throat.
"You'll what? Maroon me? I don't think so."
He turned to the first mate.
"Mr. Gibbs, see to it that Miss. Wingweaver is locked in the brig. I'll see to her injury later,"
Gibbs grabbed Jezebel's arm and led her to the brig. She glared at Sparrow.
"Your heart's as black as this ship, Jack. You're turning into Barbossa himself,"
Jack swiped the dagger across Jezebel's left cheek.
"There you go, now you have a match."
Jezebel's cat-like eyes burned with anger. She growled. Gibbs led her away.
Jack turned back to looking at the sea. A female crewmember stepped towards him.
"Wildcat Wingweaver, I didn't know she turned bounty hunter," she said.
Jack looked at the pirate, suspiciously.
" 'Wildcat'? Since when has she been called that?"
The woman smiled.
"Women all over the country know about her. She's the only female pirate that proudly bares the scars of battle. Many people also know her as Hell Cat."
Jack sneered.
"What happened that night? When this ship was cursed?"
Sparrow sighed.
"Anamaria, don't make me tell it," he whispered.
Anamaria smirked.
"You loved her, didn't you?"
Jack growled.
"That was a long time ago. Years at sea have hardened both our hearts. I proposed to her, about a month before I was marooned. We were at a local pub. She rejected me. The ring I had given her was gone. I vowed to never love another woman again,"
Anamaria smiled.
"And why would you do something like that?" she asked.
Jack said nothing.
"You still have feelings for her, don't you?"
"Anyone who mentions Jezebel Wingweaver's name will find themselves chained to the cannons!" Jack shouted. He turned to Anamaria.
"I advise you not to ask me about her. I do not want to hear her name for the remainder of this voyage,"
Gibbs had returned.
"She's in irons, Cap'n. The girl's a fiery one, she is,"
Jack grinned.
"I'll give her a day or two with no food or water and then we'll see how fiery she is," he muttered.
Anamaria looked into Sparrow's eyes.
"What about the Code? She's a prisoner..."
Jack turned away.
"Damn the Code! We are PIRATES! We live by our own rules! We take what we want, when we want. If I say I'll starve the girl, then I'll starve her!"
Anamaria said the words with out thinking them over.
"She's right. You are turning into Barbossa. The ship is poisoning your mind, Jack!"
Sparrow turned on her; his eyes alight with a demented fire.
"Consider this your warning," he said.
He turned on his heel and walked to the captain's quarters.
Ch. 1: Escaped With His Life
A/n: My first Pirates of the Caribbean fic! That movie was bloody awesome!! I own my alter ego who goes by Jezebel Wingweaver. This takes place right after the movie. I can't remember the Black Pearl's captain's name, so it the best of my ability. Same goes with a couple other crewmembers' names.
Captain Jack Sparrow looked around at the turbulent seas. His brown eyes turned upward as he saw someone swing down onto the main dock from a rope. The captain snarled, drawing his sword.
"State your name and why you are on my ship," he said.
The figure dropped onto the deck. A few other crewmembers had pistols and daggers drawn at the stranger, who was crouched down.
"State your name," Jack repeated.
"Or I'll slit your throat,"
The figure stood, Jack caught a glimpse of dark green eyes and a pale face. The rest of the figure was hidden beneath a hood.
"I am what you fear, Jack Sparrow," they whispered.
Jack lunged forward; the figure batted his sword away with their own. The hood fell, reviling the face of a young woman. She smiled, a long jagged scar on the right side of her face. Sparrow gasped.
"Come now, Jack," she purred, sword pointed at him.
"Don't tell me you don't remember. We had some good times, Jack. Good times,"
The first mate stepped up.
"Captain, I await your order," he said.
Jack sheathed his sword.
"Leave her be."
The woman sheathed her sword. Her brown hair was cut short. Jack looked again at the scar on the woman's face. It started under her right eye and ended at the tip of her lower lip.
"I saw you die that night. The night the Black Pearl was cursed," Jack said quietly.
The woman smirked. Jack motioned for the crew to put away their weapons.
"Die," the woman repeated.
"You saw me get impaled upon your first mate's sword. I should've been dead, but the curse had struck right when he stabbed me," she said.
Jack coughed.
"That scar, how did that happen?"
The woman sighed.
"Get stuck between a blood thirsty ship's crew with no captain and something's bound to happen. Flint dagger,"
"Why?"
The first mate spoke again.
"Who is she, Cap'n?"
The woman bowed.
"Jezebel Wingweaver, bounty hunter, loyalist to Jack Sparrow,"
Jack chuckled.
"Ex girlfriend," he coughed.
"Wait, bounty hunter?" he said
Jezebel nodded.
"Aye. The Navy proposed a tidy sum for your head, Captain. I'm still decidin'," she said.
Jack's eyes narrowed.
"Why are you here?"
Jezebel grinned.
"I'm here to either cut off your head, or to warn you. It all depends on how you treat me," she whispered, her hand fingering the handle of her sword.
Jack's lip twitched.
"We'll see how you deserve to be treated. If I win this duel, I kill you. You win...you take my head. Do we have a deal?"
Jezebel's green eyes turned to slits, resembling a cat's.
"First person to draw blood loses," she said.
Jack nodded, pulling off his coat. Jezebel let her cloak fall. The two brandished their swords.
"Some loyalist you are, if you're here to kill me," Jack said, waiting.
Jezebel lunged.
"I'm in desperate need of money. This fight seems fair does it not?"
Jack blocked her blow. He dove, getting blocked and pushed backwards.
"Yes, well, since when did you start hurting for money, eh?"
"Ever since the night we were cursed!" Jezebel snarled.
"I've hunted all the seven seas in search for you," she continued.
Jack swiped, Jezebel stepped back, a hand to her side. She flinched, kneeling. Blood began to stain her cream colored shirt. Jack raised his sword above his head, preparing to strike a fatal blow.
"I haven't been trying to hunt you down, Jack! I've come to warn you!" Jezebel said, holding on to her side, grimacing in pain.
"LIAR!!" Jack shouted.
Jezebel put up a bloody hand.
"No! Listen to me, you and I are the last survivors of this curse. It's not broken. They're still here. They want us dead, Barbossa and his men. You may think you have control over this ship, Jack, but you don't. It's powered by evil, not wind. I'm...ahh..." Jezebel flinched; the sword wound was deep.
Jack knelt next to the woman, he lowered his sword.
"You can feel pain," he said.
Jezebel bit her lip.
"We can feel again, that's the only thing the curse gave back to us. That's not important. Jack, Barbossa and his men will try to take back what they claim to be rightfully theirs. This curse will never end. Not until the Black Pearl is up in flames," she said.
Jack shook his head.
"I just got my ship back, you can't expect me to...set her up in flames! I won't destroy my ship!"
"Then you destroy our lives!" Jezebel shouted. She let go of her side. Blood had stained the left side of her shirt.
"If your ship is more important to you then the lives of your crew then I'll-"
Jack pulled a dagger from out of his boot. He pointed it at the bounty hunter's throat.
"You'll what? Maroon me? I don't think so."
He turned to the first mate.
"Mr. Gibbs, see to it that Miss. Wingweaver is locked in the brig. I'll see to her injury later,"
Gibbs grabbed Jezebel's arm and led her to the brig. She glared at Sparrow.
"Your heart's as black as this ship, Jack. You're turning into Barbossa himself,"
Jack swiped the dagger across Jezebel's left cheek.
"There you go, now you have a match."
Jezebel's cat-like eyes burned with anger. She growled. Gibbs led her away.
Jack turned back to looking at the sea. A female crewmember stepped towards him.
"Wildcat Wingweaver, I didn't know she turned bounty hunter," she said.
Jack looked at the pirate, suspiciously.
" 'Wildcat'? Since when has she been called that?"
The woman smiled.
"Women all over the country know about her. She's the only female pirate that proudly bares the scars of battle. Many people also know her as Hell Cat."
Jack sneered.
"What happened that night? When this ship was cursed?"
Sparrow sighed.
"Anamaria, don't make me tell it," he whispered.
Anamaria smirked.
"You loved her, didn't you?"
Jack growled.
"That was a long time ago. Years at sea have hardened both our hearts. I proposed to her, about a month before I was marooned. We were at a local pub. She rejected me. The ring I had given her was gone. I vowed to never love another woman again,"
Anamaria smiled.
"And why would you do something like that?" she asked.
Jack said nothing.
"You still have feelings for her, don't you?"
"Anyone who mentions Jezebel Wingweaver's name will find themselves chained to the cannons!" Jack shouted. He turned to Anamaria.
"I advise you not to ask me about her. I do not want to hear her name for the remainder of this voyage,"
Gibbs had returned.
"She's in irons, Cap'n. The girl's a fiery one, she is,"
Jack grinned.
"I'll give her a day or two with no food or water and then we'll see how fiery she is," he muttered.
Anamaria looked into Sparrow's eyes.
"What about the Code? She's a prisoner..."
Jack turned away.
"Damn the Code! We are PIRATES! We live by our own rules! We take what we want, when we want. If I say I'll starve the girl, then I'll starve her!"
Anamaria said the words with out thinking them over.
"She's right. You are turning into Barbossa. The ship is poisoning your mind, Jack!"
Sparrow turned on her; his eyes alight with a demented fire.
"Consider this your warning," he said.
He turned on his heel and walked to the captain's quarters.