Jack's back!( takes place one year after the second movie) after cheating death so many times he dosn't think twice about bringing the hostile daughter of a dead "friend" (soldier) on board... after sucessfuly knocking her out of corse. Will Mercy be able to forgive and forget or will she be the one to finally best Captain Jack Sparrow? R and R please :3
Hehe, my first POTC fan fic! I know, I know another OC, but I just couldn't resist!
Desclaimer (I've been forgeting these latly): I DO NOT own Pirates of The Caribbean, although I wish I did.
Mercy Calder stepped off of her boat and onto the dock of a small island. An island that is not documented on any map and can only be located by those who already know where it is.
"Ah Tortuga." She sighed, taking in the chaos that surrounded her.
At first glance the 5'0blond haired teen didn't look like much, until that is you saw the two twin pistols dangling from her belt, or the two swords she wore strapped to her back. From head to toe this wild beauty was the picture of a practiced swordsmen... or swords woman considering.
Her piercing blue eyes were cold and rather unforgiving. Her mans top, tied up in the front to show case rippling stomach muscles was well worn and had quite a few rips and tares in rather inconvenient places.
Long brown pants covered her legs and sturdy brown leather boots protected her feet. Mercy's long, dirty blonde hair reached half way down her back.
"How long I've waited for the day fate would lead me here." Mercy smiled to herself. She had been smart not to kill that dirty scoundrel of a pirate. He'd lead her right to the world's largest supply of mongrels and idiots.
Something in the crowd caught her eye, and not just the glittering of the whores fake jewels either. Mercy saw a three cornered cap disappear around a corner. She recognized it, and she was almost positive she'd have the head under it hanging from the front of her ship before the day ended.
Captain Jack sparrow grinned as walked down the street towards his favorite pub.
"Ah Tortuga!" He said spreading his arms and almost instantly regretting it as he wobbled on his feet. He caught him self, clearing his throat, as if that would take away any of the indignity of almost falling on ones posterior. "It's good to be home." He said, ducking to avoid being knocked over by a man as he flew from the second floor window of a rather shabby looking house.
"And stay out!" A large looking lady yelled after the flying man.
"It's a wonder you ever left." A voice hissed sarcastically in his ear, a sword intruded on his line of vision, hovering just under his nose. Mr. Sparrow was so startled he actually dropped his rum.
"You are aware that you just made me drop a perfectly good bottle of rum aren't you."
"Yes indeed I am." Said the voice, it was either a female or a very frightening 13 year old boy.
"And I don't suppose you'll apologize and remove your sword from under my nose?" Jack asked hopefully.
"Not a chance." the girl replied
"I thought not... very well then, who might you be and what do you have against me and my rum?"
"I am Mercy Calder." Mercy said
"Ah yes... Calder I recognize that name... can't remember where it's from but I do remember it but, you still haven't told me what you have against me and that bottle of rum there." Jack said, pointing at the bottle that was lying shattered on the pavement. Maybe I should give it a funeral? Jack wondered. Get your mind back on track Jack! He thought to himself Hey! I made a rhyme! Back on Track Jack! I'm a poet and I didn't know it! Jack grinned There I go again! Poet, Know it! I'm a regular rhyming fiend! A sharp poke from a pistol brought Jack back from his terribly cheesy thoughts.
"A sword and a pistol!" Jack said. "What's next? You going to pull a dagger out of your crotch?" The captain mused.
"Laugh it up Cap'in, I've heard about every hidden weapon crack in the book and suffice to say that where I hide my weapons is the least of your concerns right now."
"Well, at least give me a sporting chance." Jack said.
"Alright then." The girl said, stepping back and lowering her sword.
"That's better." Said Jack, turning around. As soon as his gaze fell on the girl his jaw dropped. Now he knew where he'd seen her before. "Well, tie a cannon to me shoes and call me boot strap, if it isn't Edward Calder's little Mercy! How you been lass?"
"Don't you 'How you been' me! I shouldn't have agreed to give you a fair chance! You didn't give my father a sporting chance now did you? So why should I give you any better?"
"Because you're a wonderful girl with a name to fit her personality?" Jack replied, well, it was more of a question then anything.
"Sorry mate, but you're out of luck there." Mercy grinned. "Before the day is up I'll have you hanging from the bow of my ship by your boot straps." The very thought of it sent shivers down her spine. She raised her sword.
"Now Mercy, darling." Jack said, poking the point of her sword. "That's a pointy sword you got there." He commented nervously.
"All the better to impale you on." Mercy replied.
"I'd love to stay and chat but it seems my mother is calling... and my mother lives a long, long, long, long way away." Jack turned around and broke out in a run. It was a rather funny run, considering the bottle of rum had been had been half empty when it hit the ground. Oh shit oh shit oh shit! Jack thought panicked. Then he saw a bail of Hay not to far a head of him, he also noticed that some drunks were swinging back and forth on another bail tied to a rope. He'd have to try that some time, but for now, he'd have to concentrate on putting his newly orchestrated, brilliant plan into action.
Mercy rolled her eyes. "How Juvenile." She muttered before racing after him. Mercy had a hard time keeping up with him, it turns out that Jack Sparrow is a very fast runner, even when he's drunk. "So what have you been up to lately Jack?" Mercy panted "Oh yes, I remember; Tricking your friend into service on the flying Dutch man, getting out done by an over grown octopus and then being saved by a girl, a black smith , a less hairy version of Santa Clause and two crew mates once removed, very impressive Jack."
"Why thank you." Jack replied.
"I was being sarcastic." Mercy said, still keeping close behind him.
"A well, it was worth a try." Jack said, jumping up onto a bail of Hay and facing her.
"So you've decided to act like a man and fight." Mercy sighed, she was ready fro some real sword to sword combat.
"No actually, I'm going to let the Hay take you out." Jack said, pointing at something behind her.
Mercy turned around just in time to see a large bail of Hay on a rope swinging towards her before it crashed into her, sending her reeling backwards and smack through the window of Jack's favorite pub.
Jack dusted his hands off before jumping off the bail of Hay and walking towards the pub. "I think I handled that on q quite well." He said. Oddly enough a person crashing through windows was a normal occurrence in Tortuga so no one really noticed when the pretty little blond flew in.
Jack opened the door to the pub and strolled in like he owned the place, well, actually he had won the deed to the building from the land lord in a bet months ago, so technically, he did own the place.
He looked down at the unconscious blonde on the ground and sighed.
"How am I going to explain this one to the crew?"
