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Jobs
(Jack's POV)
'What language! I sear, If any of the girls from this period would FAINT at her language!' Jack thought, his old self slowly coming back.
'She is going to be a challenge to win over...I like challenges.' Jack thought, grinning, watching her walk like an experienced sea dog, her hips rolling in very seductive manner, the clothing Calypso supplied making her look daunting, enchanting, and mysterious. The pants hugged her figure better than her cargo pants and the vest and shirt hugged her chest, emphasizing her "gifts". The coat gave her an air of elegance yet of authority and strength. Her strange eyes were a joy to look at, changing with every mood she had and the scar under her eye marked her as a person with a spitfire personality and her hair was as dark as night. She looked deadly but downright gorgeous in Jack's view. He saw her hesitate and look out to the sea in a very longing manner and entered the indicated cabin.
"She has the sailor's calling," Gibbs said as he watched Jack for some reaction.
"Aye, and a temper to match her beauty," Teague said, also watching his son.
"Aye, what a pirate she will be," Barbossa said wistfully.
"And WHAT makes ye think that she WANTS to be?" Ana-Maria asked skeptically.
"We will have to convince her, we have to. Jones is back and I am willing to bet Gibb's life that Beckett is back as well. Our only hope is that she helps us fighting against them," Teague said, staring at the sea with world weary eyes.
"Lets go," Gibbs said sourly and muttered about women and bad luck.
Everyone rolled their eyes. Jack shrugged and walked to his cabin in his strange sauntering walk.
(Alex's POV)
I looked around the strange cabin. It had artifacts from all around the world and strange bright shiny things. My fingers twitched slightly, itching to inspect a few. I took my coat off instead and rubbed some of my scars. I heard the door open and I quickly slipped back into my coat. I laced my fingers together, my irritation growing leaps and bounds at the people who stole me away from my boyfriend. Teague, Barbossa, Jack, strange old sideburns guy, and a strong looking black woman all entered the room.
"So am I going to get answers or am I going to sit here like a sitting duck?" I growled.
"Look at yer wrist, yer ring and yer necklace," Barbossa instructed.
I stared very confused and glanced at my hand. The creepy ring I hid under my biker gloves shone brightly, the Jolly Roger still scaring the bejesus out of me...I looked at my wrist, my frowned in confusion. Surrounding my strange tattoo of rolling waves had like a charm bracelet quality. I now had tattoos of a pair of keys, a coin, glasses, and a bunch of oddities. Finally, a phoenix was bursting out of the ocean, the strange ship gone, appeared on the outer part of my wrist. I picked up the necklace sitting on my chest warily and a song hit me like a bullet train at high speed. I jerked my hand back in alarm.
"Calypso choose ye, lass, to help us with a problem named Davy Jones and Cutler Beckett," Teague said bluntly.
"RIIIIIIIIIGHHHHHHT...the man that ferries the dead and the Lord of the EITC during the year 1703? And who is this 'us'? I certainly never agreed to any of this bullshit considering the fact yall pulled me out of my own time and the fact yall pulled me away from my love?" I said skeptically at first but my voice grew bitter.
I got shocked stares. I shrugged.
"Archeologist remember, I have to know most mythology and lets not forget I'm a professor," I said simply but very icily.
Jack got up close and personal. His alcohol breath making my eyes water.
"So tell me then, great teacher, how much do you know about pirates," he asked me, staring at me intently.
"To be honest, nothin' really. I focused about teaching archeology and doing archeology in the more dangerous inland areas, that's why I am so armed...or was..." I said, uncomfortable with him so close, trailing off.
He leaned in closer and finally my temper got the better of me. His breath was really, REALLY bad!.
"Personal space!" I growled, pushing him back a little.
He stumbles back a little but got all back in my face. He scowled at me. I glowered threateningly back at him, not the smartest of ideas but it was better than sitting around, acting like a dumbass.
"What is your name lass?" Barbossa asked, his monkey coking his head.
"I told yall this. Alexandra Spears, PROFESSOR Spears," I replied back emphatically and aggravated.
Barbossa only shook his head in amusement and that Jack guy grimaced.
"God's teeth! Luv, ye are almost as bad as Bloody Captain Will "Whelp" Turner!" he said, frowning.
I crossed my legs and arms and my eyes darkened to a gray so dark it was almost black, My facial expression murderous. My accent showing my country roots. See, when I get REALLY angry my accent changes slightly...that is unless you blow my top of completely, then I sound like an old farmer.
"Oh? Care to Enlighten me?" I hissed, my strong Mississippi accent beginning to reappear after trying to hold it in for so long, my voice full of unspoken threats...
Then the strange black woman spoke. She had a beautiful caramel complexion and liquorish black hair. She looked strong and fierce.
"I like you. You got spunk. Name's Ana-Maria," she said, interrupting Jack's response.
She smirked at he and I grinned back, icily. Jack was glaring at her.
"EH HEM! Look, luv, do you know who your father is?" He asked after getting all out of my face.
My eyes hardened and my left hand instinctively rubbed my right arm that had a BUNCH of scars...
Everyone in the room caught my movement. I stood up, full of rage. I know I probably don't look intimidating but I stood up anyways.
"My father is Lamar Spears, a filthy rich bastard who enjoyed inflicting pain on anyone," I said bitterly, images of my childhood resurfacing, my father holding a whip and using it constantly, the branding on my right arm...
My anger was practically tangible, and for once, my anger was joined by everyone in the room. Everyone was scowling, but Jack was glowering.
"Lass, and did he 'inflict pain' on ye?" the old sideburns guy asked.
I hesitated slightly and said, "Yes."
"Do ye mind showing us?" Teague asked softly.
"They aren't very pretty," I warned softly.
I hesitated and took my coat off. My scars and the stupid brand was showing...the brand was a very crooked 'P'. I took off my vest and showed the more brutal scars. I hesitated again and after prompting from sideburns guy I slowly took my shirt off. Now, I was in the pants, boots, and bandages to hold my breasts up. The whip scars standing out like a sore thumb. I heard hisses of sympathy and growls of anger. Joe, God bless him, loved me and tended to my scars daily. Before him, I couldn't hold a date because of them.
Jack grabbed my right arm and looked hard at the brand.
"How did you get this?" he asked, strained.
"He read a book by a Beckett, I think the great-grandson of Cutler Beckett, and the book talked exclusively about punishments for disobedience. He was inspired to brand me after I ran away on my 15th birthday. He sent out search parties in all states. I was over in Mississippi and got caught a year later at an airport," I replied quietly, full of shame.
I picked my shirt back up and slid back into and pulled the vest back on. I slipped back into the long black overcoat. I sat back down on the chair, feeling drained and ugly.
"Well, this should make you feel better luv, your father isn't Lamar Spears and we all are branded the "P", although we were branded for piracy," Jack said as he patted my shoulder
My eyebrows shot up and my eyes turned a very hopeful shade of pink.
"Who?" I whispered in hope.
"How about this, You help us with our problem and we help you with yours? Do we have an accord?" Ana-Maria said with her hand stuck out for me to shake.
"Wait...how do I know that guy over there won't handcuff me again?" I asked warily, my eyes turning to a untrusting orange.
Everyone laughed and I took this to be a no. I shook her hand in a solid firm hand shake. I like this woman, she can be a good friend. I let go and turned to Jack.
"What do I do to earn my keep?" I asked bluntly.
Jack looked bewildered and floundered around a little and Teague asked, "What do you mean, lass?"
I looked both of them dead in the eye and replied back seriously, "Because I know the only free ride all people get is when they go home with the angels."
My eyes were a steel color, I have never shied away from hard work. Then the old sideburns guy spoke.
"Lass, I never introduced myself, I am Joshamee Gibbs. To be honest we DO have a job, but a fine lady, such as yourself, shouldn't work. I'll be even more honest, most fine ladies would gripe and complain," he said warily.
My eyes turned a bemused green, my lips twitched upward a little. I raised an eyebrow, my eyes twinkling in amusement. I showed them my very heavily callused hands.
"A very correct analysis. However, even though I was raised to be and was constantly around...how did you aptly put it? "Fine young ladies"?...but first and foremost, I am an archeologist. Some may tell you its about sitting in a library all day and doing research, but they are wrong. Its about the never ending hunt for the unknown, a race for knowledge and sometimes... its a race to save a life. So, in the end its about getting down and nitty gritty and to do whatever it takes, So you see Joshamee, I am not one to shy or...how did you put it so aptly..."gripe"?...away from work," I responded amused, I think I like this man, he can be a great friend, I sensed it.
This was met with very approving nods.
"Are ye afraid of heights?" Barbossa asked suddenly, after finding his voice.
I looked at him even more amused, my smirk was getting harder to hide, my lips were quirking some more.
"Are you joking? I've scaled mountains, gone skydiving, bungee jumped, cliff dived, climbed 100ft trees in thunderstorms, and jumped out of airplanes. I ENJOY heights," I said seriously, my eyes twinkling with held back laughter.
"Well! then ye can be our look out, welcome to the crew of the Black Pearl," Jack said, wrapping his arm around my waist.
"You know, I can't go to work if you are holding me and unless you don't want to keep your masculine parts, I suggest you let go now," I said irritated, my eyes turning back to a light gray.
Jack quickly lets go. Everyone chuckles at Jack's disappointed/pained face. I rolled my eyes, time to set this guy straight.
"Look, Sparrow, I ain't your type and I'm sure as hell I ain't no white trash ho and I know your type, womanizer. You keep your distance and I'll keep mine and before you know it I'll be gone," I said pointedly and opened the cabin doors...A whole friggin' CROWD of dirty unwashed men tumbled in.
I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. I couldn't help it any longer. I busted into gales of laughter, my eyes turning bright emerald green. The entire crew, plus the captains joined in. I offered a hand to help some up. A young man around my age took it. He looked kind of cute. He was around 5'4 with light dusty brown hair and friendly brown eyes, with a farmer's tan. He reminded me of a person I worked with long ago...
"A...A...Alex?" the poor thing stuttered.
I looked hard at him...then it hit me!
"Well I'll be! Its Henry Jones Jr. the third! Sugah, How is Indy? How did you get here?" I exclaimed my eyes a joyous blue.
I looked around at the shocked stares. Jack stared jealously at him. I grabbed Henry and hugged him tightly. I stepped out on deck with him next to me. I let go and turned to the crews. The captains, Ana-Maria, and Joshamee were still in the cabin.
"So tell me, what do I do as a look out?" I asked questioning.
"You sit in the crow's nest and look out for passing ships and you yell if you see one," a tall lanky person said with a wooden eyeball.
I smiled my thanks, I'd rather NOT get thrown overboard, so being friendly with the crew is a good idea.
I made my way to the said structure and took a good look at it. It was an impressive 150 ft in the air. The only thing to use to climb up was...the...rigging. I was handed a spyglass. I tucked it in my satchel and climbed gracefully to the top using the...rigging...within five minuets I was standing at the very top, very impressed with the sights. I pulled out the spyglass and surveyed around with a sharp eye. I spotted the five people I was talking to exit the cabin. My eyes turned a piercing blue, for some strange odd reason I felt at ease and comfortable round here, the swaying of the sea felt relaxing. I spotted Barbossa's hat as he swung over to one of the other ships to the left and I spotted Teague's hat as he swung over to his ship over to the right...Great...I'm stuck with the womanizer. I rolled my eyes. I smiled as the wind tussled my long black hair. I scanned the deck and spotted Ana-Maria talking to Joshamee. I saw Henry working some ropes in complicated knots. I smiled at my nephew twice removed. I looked over back at Ana-Maria, she spotted me and climbed up.
"Hello, Ana-Maria," I greeted serenely.
"Just call me Ana, lass, what do I call you?" she asked.
"Call me Alex, I let my friends call me Alex. I need a friend here would you mind being mine?" I asked Ana as I gazed out to the sea.
"Sure lass, Everyone needs a friend, especially you seeing how that bastard beat ya," Ana replied back.
My eyes turned a light shade of brown in sorrow.
"Hey Ana, Imma be honest with ya. This is just a friend-to-friend thing so just between us. I'm feeling kind of lost. Why am I even here? What cal lil ole me do? I'm just a girl who was beaten inches of my life, the whole reason I became an archeologist was to be free from all of that shit, granted, I've been placed in dangerous situations, threatened, and almost killed on several of my archeology trips but that's not the point. Just... Why me?" I asked depressed, looking over to the choppy seas.
"Alex, I can't answer your questions but here ye can start anew. Remember, your real father is here in this time," she told me, patting my back.
I smile sadly at her and said, "Ya know, if you want, I can tell you some stories about some of my archeology expeditions in exchange for a shared cabin."
She grinned and replied, "Why not, sure."
"Care to keep me company?" I offered.
'Fine, but just for today, tomorrow you are on your own," She said playfully.
We talked about her life. She was a run away slave and she talked about Jack who stole her ship a long time ago...and who STILL owes her a ship for over 2,000 years. She talked of a William Turner and a Elizabeth Swann. She told me humorous stories and even sang me a few sea shanties. I roared with laughter but kept a sharp eye on the ocean around us. The sun was setting and the sky looked very ominous.
"You and me should go grab something to eat before Jack eats it all," Ana told me.
I chuckled slightly, my stomach telling me it hadn't eaten in two days. I swiftly climbed down and gracefully landed on my feet. Ana landed beside me...less smoothly. She grabbed my arm and steered me below decks. I laughed and followed her. She dragged me to a big room that had the entire crew down below. Huge tables were set out and the crew was eating. I winced, there was no manners showing. A huge pot of soup, and a pile of bowls was on one of the tables. Ana ladled me a very generous serving...
"If you work with pirates, the least we could is feed ya, aye?" she said as she herded me to my seat.
She sat next to me, yelling with the rambunctious crew and yelling crude jokes with them. I spotted Henry walk in and he grabbed a bowl and ladled himself some and sat next to me. He ate heartily and yelled with the crews. I laughed quietly and continued eating. Ana handed me a mug. I peered in it...
"Ana, what is this?" I asked confused at the amber color liquid.
"Rum! luv, surely ye had rum before!" Jack exclaimed behind me, making me jump a little.
"Wow, this guy can not take a hint," I told the crew, they all laughed, even Henry snorted a little into his soup.
I turned to face Jack.
"And to answer your question no, never had it or any alcoholic drink in general, the drink never appealed to me after mom started to drink and beating everything in sight," I told him.
Everyone stared at me in horror, even Ana and Henry stood their in shock.
"Alex, How old ARE you?" Joshamee asked.
"28," I replied back, "why?"
"Because when we were in the future...er... your time, most people your age would indulge," Joshamee said shocked.
I shrugged in indifference.
"Personally, I never cared about that stuff, I focused on singing and music to keep me from going crazy," I replied back, turning to face Gibbs.
"No pirate worth their salt won't drink...and since your with us you're a pirate so DRINK!" Ana urged, the rest of the crew urged as well.
I rolled my eyes and drank some. It burned a little but it was a pleasant burn and the taste was rich. Everyone cheered and resumed their meals. I turned back to my soup. Ana caught me and gestured for me to drink the rest. I drank it all swiftly and Ana tried to get me to go binge drinking. I laughed good heartedly and declined. I continued to eat my soup which suspiciously looked like Ana refilled my bowl. I looked around again, some of the men were rip roaring drunk and Henry was being teased on refusing to drink. I chuckled, forgetting about Jack for a second.
"So, luv can you sing? Care to serenade us?" Jack asked out loud, his voice carrying throughout the room.
"You bet she can sing! She is the most amazing singer possible!" Henry said, his voice proud.
The crew begged for a song, even Ana was pleading.
"Come on Alex! I sang you a few songs, you might as well return the favor!" Ana begged.
I rolled my eyes skyward and cleared my throat. A mischievous smile lit my face up. I was handed a guitar.
"Oh all right!" I said laughing.
I leaned over to Henry.
"You still remember how to play 'Cheater, Cheater' by Joey and Rory on the guitar like the old days?" I asked him, handing the guitar over.
"How can I forget? That was the first songs I learned how to play," Henry said with a smirk, strumming the guitar in a G major chord.
I stood up and tapped my foot for rhythm for both of us. I cleared my throat again and Henry started up the complicated intro. I belted out 'Cheater, Cheater' with a vengeance.
"Cheater, Cheater where'd you meet her
down at Ernie's Bar?
Did She smile your way,
flip her hair and say just how cute your dimples are?"
I pranced around, flipping my hair flirtatiously and smirked at all of the cat calls and whistles.
"When she used that line, 'Your place or mine'
did you think I wouldn't know?
Tell me cheater, cheater where'd you
meet that low down, white trash ho."
I said dancing around random people, Shaking my hips seductively.
"Well, I'm not one to judge someone
that I ain't ever met!
But to lay your hands on a married man
is bout as low as a gal get!
Well I wish her well as she rots in HELL
and you can tell her
I said so!
Tell me cheater, cheater where'd
you meet that low down, white trash ho!"
I sang, while circling Jack and twisting my hips seductively. I grabbed his collar and got so close my lips were barely millimeters away from his and pushed him away.
"Loser, Loser hope you lover her
'cuz your stuck with her now!"
I sang and turned my back to Jack and flipped my and, rejecting him.
"Move your sorry butt
and load up all of your stuff and
get the HELL out of my house!
But I just wish you'd tell me this
one thing before you go!
Tell me cheater, cheater where'd you meet
that low down, white trash ho!"
I sang and motioned a thumb over my shoulder and pranced around some more. Jack's eyes followed me hungrily
"Well I ain't one to judge someone
that I ain't ever met!
But to lay your hands on a married man
is bout as low as a gal get!
Well I wish her well as she rots in HELL
and you can tell her
I said so!
Tell me cheater, cheater where'd
you meet that low down up town, slept with every guy around,
Pressed on eye lash no good white trash HO!"
I ended the song and sat down and patted Henry on the back.
We got a HUGE cheer and applause. Ana patted me on the back and praised me.
"Look at Jack," She whispered to me, chuckling.
I laughed and looked behind me at Sparrow. He was gaping like a fish, his arms out, and a hungry expression on his face.
My eyes were a very emerald green. I finished the soup and exited the room. The crew decided that as a reward they wanted to get me to drink more. I laughed, highly amused. I leaned against the rail and watched the waves. I closed my eyes and felt at ease. I opened them and thought of Joe. Sorrow fills me up. My eyes turning a light brown in depression. tears gently slid down my face. They fell into my open scar and stung.
"You know, luv, ye are a brilliant singer and an excellent actor, ye hide your feelings pretty well," a very slurred voice said to me beside me.
"Sparrow, leave me alone," I said softly, not looking at him.
I stood up straight and walked to the other side of the ship and leaned against the rail. I heard Sparrow walk over. I stood still and silent like a sentry.
"Luv, whether you like it or not we can't go back now," He said.
"Sparrow, just leave me alone, I'm just tired," I said with a world weary tone.
"My bed is always welcome, luv," he said, implying some adult...activities.
"HELL NO! I'm bunkin with Ana. Sides I've already said this Sparrow, I ain't your type. I'll repeat this again, you keep your distance and I'll keep mine," I replied back my eyes going back to a greenish, bluish, grayish mixture.
I looked at him, my tears no longer flowing.
"Don't worry, Luv, you can't resists me charms for long," he said cheekily, flashing me a gold and white smile.
I snorted and said, "Yeah, right."
Then Ana exits to the deck. I walked towards her.
"Sparrow, I'm already dating and trust me, I'm NOT interested in you. A word of advice, Don't play with fire...because sooner or later you will be burned," I said in his direction.
I yawned, tired. Ana laughed and dragged me to her cabin. There was two hammocks in the homey cabin. I smiled tiredly and sat down in one. I told Ana of a story when I was commissioned by the President to go get a special artifact back for him from a certain black market person who stole it from the Oval office. I was sitting on the floor, Indian styled, my hands flying around, illustrating most of it, and my voice rose with pitch and volume. I told how Joe and I got caught by the Mafia and we were pretty close to being killed. She gasped at all the right moments and laughed at certain areas. She roared with laughter when I told her when we were in Wal-Mart and we were spotted. Joe had thought the doors were automatic and sprinted for it...needless to say, he had some VERY interesting bruises on his face the next day. I ended within 2 hours, both of us was yawing and I was fighting to stay awake. I climbed back into the hammock and fell asleep with the comforting feeling of swaying.