Here's chapter four ladies and gentlemen. In the interest of getting my message across I will once again say that I am willing to give a brief cameo role anyone who even halfway gets the following questions right.
1. What fiction/history/movie did Morgan Adams come from?
2. What fiction/history/movie did Emily come from?
3. What fiction/history/movie did Cemeille come from?
4. What fiction/history/movie did Mary Reed come from?
5. What fiction/history/movie did Granail come from?
(I give hints to all of them in chapters two and three)
If you do decide to guess, please submit a brief character description and name along with your answers so that I can write you're characters cameo appearance into my story. The character must be in keeping with the time period as well, so no time travelers (please note that the winner may not see their character appear in the very next chapter, but will be brought in at a logical location according to the characters descriptions. For instance, if your character is a tavern wench you will have to wait until the story reaches an inhabited island before you will see her.)
Also please do not expect too much back story, I cannot suddenly write in Elizabeth's long lost sister, or Jack's childhood sweetheart (in fact, no Mary Sues at all please)
So now that I'm done with that list of limitations I will say that I am willing to give more than one cameo appearance, in other words that means if you answer and get at least one of the answers right you can all be winners.
And finally, without further ado, I give you…
Chapter four
"Alright you two, it's time for you to take a watch." The first officer's voice interrupted the stories deep reverie. Amber and Racheal both stood immediately, and Amber shrugged a little as the wind blew through her sun warmed clothes.
Sara, at the first officer's side, consulted the clip board that had the order of watches on it.
"Lynn is to replace me as messenger, and Shotts, you're to take the helm." Sara told them, addressing the two by their last names.
Sara Brownstein, the instructor's older daughter, was one of their friends, so it was a bit odd that she was addressing them by their last names, but then at the moment, Sara was in quite a bit of trouble for giving Joe a black eye. Joe was another of the students on the trip, and more often than not he said things that were not entirely appropriate. This time, having given Sara the nickname 'Brute' he got himself in further than he could swim; Sara had decked him. Joe really wasn't that upset, and was now going around calling himself 'the one eyed princess' but the teachers and regular crew couldn't just let it slide.
"Aye." Racheal and Amber confirmed before moving back to the stern to take their respective watches. Without even conferring, the two switched jobs, Amber taking the tiller, and Rachel taking a seat on the transom. Racheal disliked steering the larger ships, but Amber loved it, so it had become customary. Nobody remarked about it, so it all worked out.
Amber grinned, guiding the Lady as she ploughed through the water. Without taking her eyes off of the horizon she spoke to Racheal.
"Shall I continue the story?" she asked. Racheal grinned.
"Are you kidding? I want to know what happens with Will when he wakes up."
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When Will awoke, he found himself to be in a somewhat different place than he last remembered being. Elizabeth was at his side, Jack was off to one side, being Jack, and his father was looking out the stern castle windows. He quietly raised himself to his elbows and found his progress impeded by a mass of Blue-gray fur. Mistlemyr raised her head, blinking her green eyes once, then shook her head, and settling back on Will's chest. Will decided it would be easier just to stay lying down.
"That's a strange cat you've got there, Will. He almost bit 'Lizbeth when she came down to find the commotion."
"Excuse me?" Mistlemyr raised her head to glare at Bootstrap "I am very clearly a woman! Now, if you don't mind, I don't like to be disturbed while I'm napping." She gave him a disgruntled look before settling back yet again.
Nearby, Elizabeth looked torn between scolding Bootstrap or greeting her father in-law. Finally she broke, and scolded him.
"Well, there wouldn't have been a commotion if you hadn't surprised him like that!" she said.
"That's probably true, but I thought if I just got it over with quick like, it would be easier." Bill said with a shrug.
"Well you thought wrong. You're lucky you didn't scare him to death."
Will tried vaguely to comprehend what was going on, and then thought better of it. In fact he wondered if it would be entirely inappropriate to pass out again, but then decided that he would never live it down if he passed out twice in one day.
Once more he tried to get up, and again Mistlemyr tried to impede his progress. This time though, Will had a slightly better grasp of his cognitive functions and moved her off of his chest. She gave him a reproachful look before jumping off the bed and sauntering across the room to curl up in one of the few chairs onboard.
Will took stock of his surroundings; he was apparently in the captain's quarters, or rather, Jack's quarter's. It made sense; it was the only place onboard that had an actual bed instead of a hammock. And it had the added bonus of privacy; not that it seemed very private at the moment, however.
His wife and his father were currently arguing, and when all was said and done, two people arguing on a ship, no matter how spacious, is going to make it seem crowded. The fact that they were arguing right over the top of him didn't help.
Jack, wisely, was sitting across the room from the family reunion, with his feet propped up on a table and a jeweled goblet in his hand. The goblet alone was a king's ransom, and Will spied many other trinkets of equal value lying carelessly about. Apparently fate had been kind to Sparrow.
Will tried to edge into the argument between Elizabeth and his father.
"Excuse me?" Will waved a hand between the two to try and catch their attention. "Would someone mind explaining what's going on?" he asked politely. Miraculously, they both turned to face him.
"Aye?"
"Yes Will?"
"It's nothing really; I just thought it would be nice if someone were to explain to me why and how my father appears to be standing here arguing with you when, last I checked, he died over ten years ago."
"Oh." Elizabeth said.
"Ah, well. That's a tricky subject, now isn't it? Truth is I'm still not quite sure how that happened. It has something to do with this, though." Bootstrap answered, showing them the black jewel on his brow.
Jack chose then to interject, setting his goblet down on the table and rising from his seat with a slight flourish of his wrists.
"That would be were I come in then. Consider him your combined marriage, house warming, baby shower, and birthday present, from now until the day I die." He told a speechless Will, swirling his fingers in the air a bit.
Will stared for a moment.
"You did this?" He asked incredulously. Jack looked slightly amused.
"What? Don't believe I could bring back the dead if I set me mind to it?" he asked. Will shook his head
"It's not that, it's jus-" Will didn't get a chance to finish his sentence. The ghostly specter that was Cemeille burst into the room, not even bothering with the hatchway, but coming up at an angle through the floor.
"Sail Master! I did as you instructed, and scouted out over the water looking for ships bearing the three barred flag you described to me, and there are two of them not two leagues ahead." She said in a brusque and slightly excited tone.
"Is that so." Jack stated more than asked, accompanying this with a casual flick of his fingers. Will, however, looked from Cemeille, to his father, and then back again. It was odd, when actually confronted with a ghost, it did not seem to irk him as much as the abstract concept of his father coming back from the dead. Nonetheless, he wondered what other surprises awaited him on his stay aboard the Pearl.
"And how many guns did they have?" Jack asked the specter casually.
"From the way you have described things, not many. They seemed to be more overcrowded than anything, men in uniforms mostly." She told him.
"That will be the reinforcements then. Now, did you see anything else of note?" he asked her.
"There was one other thing that seemed odd, a man and a woman, both dressed in an abundance of lace and brocades. I think I am right in guessing that they were nobles, for some things will never change. I'm afraid, though, that the woman saw me when she was looking down into the water. She fainted I think, but I did not stay long after that." Cemeille said with the faintest hints of a grin.
"Oh good then." Jack said to himself. He may not have liked the idea of saving Port Royal, and he still didn't. But if he was going to do this, he was going to do it his way. He turned to the others; "ladies, gentlemen, and assorted beings of the afterlife, if you would accompany me topside, I will show you how to catch a frog."
"A frog?" Elizabeth said in a slightly disapproving tone "Jack, it's not just one Frenchman we're talking about here, it's two French ships of war, if I caught your meaning correctly; and they're over two leagues in front of us, how do you even think to catch them?" she asked him, very quickly picking up on the conversation between him and the ghostly woman.
"We'll catch them in the fog, of course." Jack explained simply. Will looked out the stern windows; it was a bright cloudless noon outside.
"What fog?" he asked the captain disparagingly
"Ghosts and ghouls aren't the only tricks I have up me sleeve mate." Jack said as he swaggered across the room to the hatch. He opened it and poked his head out over the main deck, looking around approvingly for a moment before finding the person he was searching for.
"Mister Chen!" he shouted.
"Aye sir?" the young Asian man replied
"Go down below and get her breathing." Jack told him. The younger fellow looked slightly apprehensive, but went off to do it without delay.
By this time Jack was all the way out onto the deck and was climbing the narrow staircase to the helm with Will and Elizabeth not far behind. Bootstrap followed them out but remained on the main deck. Jack took the wheel from Cullins and began shouting orders.
"Let out the sails, raise the gib and the stais'l'. I want to bring us up to speed." He called out, and the crew began to scurry to accomplish the orders. Soon, the Pearl, which had been clipping along at a goodly pace already, began racing over the water as if some unknown force pushed her along. The rigging verily hummed with the wind, and Jack enjoyed the sensation of the air rushing over his cheeks
"Now, watch." Jack told the couple behind him, Elizabeth waited knowingly; she remembered her trip on the Pearl well, but Will still seemed puzzled. Sure enough, a creeping mist began swirling up from the very planking, seemingly unaffected by the cutting wind that pushed them forward. It wasn't long before bilious amounts of fog spread out to either side and trailed along her wake so that the Black Pearl appeared to be a great bird, a roc of legends, skimming just over the oceans surface.
When the fog increased to a point that Jack could no longer see the front of the Pearl, he took out his compass and flicked it open, guiding her were he wanted her to go using only a small box with a needle. He didn't even bother looking at the main compass standing on the deck in the binnacle; it wouldn't tell him were he needed to go. In this case he needed to come up on the French ships at just the right point, and for that kind of precision, he needed his compass.
"Make ready to attack! Madding, get your crew below and tend to the guns. We'll board the one quietly in the fog, and then blast the other out of the water using their own ship." Jack shouted. Will wondered briefly how Jack meant to attack them when he couldn't even see the ships, but then decided not to voice his concerns; he could only assume Jack knew what he was doing.
Jack grinned wolfishly; he was planning to take the first one without ever making use of the cannons. Step one was intimidation; the fog would already be working on that; but he wanted to see how the French would cope with a few ireful spirits. Well, really only one of them had any sort of problems with the French, and even that one had been caught by the British, but that was beside the point. Even if they weren't entirely ireful, they would still scare the pants off of those Frenchman.
"Cemeille!" he called out, and jumped back slightly as she rose right up through the deck at his feet. She met his gaze blankly, waiting patiently for him to say something.
"Remember our discussion about tactical advantage?" he asked. She nodded.
"Good. I am putting you in charge of getting your three spectral companions and working out a plan of attack, as it were. We'll be attacking the leftmost one first." He said pointing through the fog. She nodded.
"It will be as you say, Sail Master." She replied, and sank back through the deck.
"How did you get a ghost in your crew, Jack?" Will asked curiously.
"I got them the same way I found your father and your new cat, only they were accidental." Jack said with a scowl as he remembered discovering his stowaways after his departure from hell. But then he brightened as he remembered how useful Cemeille had proven herself already.
Meanwhile he could almost sense the Pearl drawing closer to the French ship. He was coming up on the two ships from their starboard side, which meant he was bringing the Pearl up on the outside of the two ship formation.
"Quiet on deck!" he called to his crew in a voice not quite as loud as he normally used when shouting orders, but loud enough to carry to the bow, and not much further, he hoped.
His crew fell silent, and the only sounds to be heard was the creaking of the rigging and the quiet clanking of weapons being tended to.
Anamaria walked quietly up to were they stood at the helm, her booted feet not making a sound. Her arms were laden with all manner of destructive tools. Without a word she began handing them to Will and Elizabeth. Will received a brace of pistols, two throwing axes, and a long bladed cutlass. To Elizabeth, however, she gave the majority of the weapons, most of them ranged.
"Battle is no place for a pregnant woman." Anamaria whispered to her. "But there's no place else to go, so you'd best hope you don't let any of them get near you, or that child of yours may never be born."
Elizabeth looked slightly taken back at the implication that she could not take care of herself, but quickly recognized the wisdom in Anamaria's words. She nodded to signal that she understood, and then began arraying the guns over her person till she veritably bristled with armaments. The heavy bayonet she had received was held at her side, lacking anywhere on her body that it could be hung. It would be her first, and ultimately last line of defense, due to the heavy blade mounted on the barrel.
The tension in the air seemed to intensify by degrees the closer they drew to the French ship, and though they could not see it yet, they could almost smell it. Most of the crew stood ready at the port side, grappling hooks in hand, just waiting for the command to throw them. The waiting was the hardest part, even for the seasoned pirates, and for the younger crew, it felt as if they were going to snap at any moment.
Occasionally, in the past, one would snap; start singing or dancing, or they would just start twitching and writhing on the deck, and have to be taken below, but this did not happen that day. That afternoon, everyone waited silently, with grim faces and pounding hearts, waiting to see if this battle would be their last.
They waited for what seemed like hours, though in actuality it was only fifteen minutes, as the small hourglass near the watch bell could attest. They waited with baited breath, straining their eyes to see through the fog.
All things taken into account, the crew was doing remarkably well considering that the captain had not taken the time to brief them on the situation; they were content with what they could surmise from the orders Jack had given.
Wind rustled through tattered clothes and grimy hair as the pirates stood ready to attack. Then, suddenly, the great French Brig hove into view. The fog was so thick that the Pearl was nearly on top of it before it became visible, and the Pearl was still closing fast. They had almost passed the adjacent ship before the French could even blink in surprise.
"Let fly the hooks!" Jack yelled, shattering the thick silence of the fog.
In a flurry of motion the crew threw the hooks to the other boat. Most made it, and bit into the railing with a solid thunk, but a few missed and fell with useless splashes into the water.
The Pearl, under full sail, was still going though, and the grappling lines stretched tight as she tried to keep going. A few of the lines now linking the two ships snapped, but most held. With a shuddering groan, the Pearl was pulled backwards as the slower and heavier French vessel held her back, and several people on both ships stumbled. Will himself was jerked back onto the gunnel before he regained his footing.
Due to the two forces opposing one another, the Pearl and the other ship were drawn into a lazy but dizzying spiral in the water. Jack grinned again, this time with glee. Will stared in disbelief; Jack had done that intentionally!
"Draw your weapons and prepare to board!" Jack called out from the helm, following his own order and drawing his cutlass. Before leaping to the offense however, he threw a tether over the wheel, locking it to port so that the two ships would continue there slow ballet on the water.
The French had recovered from the surprise however, and were now armed. Already shots were being exchanged between the two crews and a few brave souls were leaping over the gunnels to board the French warship.
Soon the burning smell of sulfur filled the fog and the sound of metal on metal rang out through air. The French, caught by surprise, were ill armed and frightened, but the majority of the crew were still soldiers, and were trained accordingly. But with a little dirty fighting they could be dispatched easily. So though the pirates found themselves facing stronger opponents than usual, their situation was not impossible.
As long as they kept the frogs off balance they would be fine, but if Jack let them get the upper hand, his crew would be in trouble.
He turned to Elizabeth, who was crouching behind the gunnel using her bayonet to pick off any Frenchman that presented a target.
"Miss Swann, the duck foot if you please." He asked her. To his surprise she did not need a description of the strange gun, and simply handed Jack the eight barreled pistol without taking her eyes off of the enemy ship. Jack then stepped up to the gunnel, leaped over the small gap between the ships and landed on the French stern castle. Not even really bothering to aim, he pointed the duck foot and pulled the trigger, watching with satisfaction as several men fell.
He cast aside the now useless weapon and set about with his cutlass, soon finding himself parrying against a large man in a lieutenants uniform. Jack grinned nervously, more to make his opponent misjudge him than anything else, and then pretended to turn and try to run away. When the larger man raised his sword for a killing blow, Jack turned, and with the lightning quickness he was famous for, ran the lieutenant through. The man had a puzzled look on his face even as he fell to the deck, blood bubbling up between his lips.
Without another thought, Jack turned to face his next opponent; a wiry fellow with a pistol aimed straight for Jacks head.
A normal man might have frozen, but not Captain Jack Sparrow. Jack kept moving, ducking down and rolling even as the Frenchman pulled the trigger. There was a loud blast as the ball whizzed just centimeters over his head, knocking his hat off and singing his hair. Jack's roll knocked the mans feet out from under him, and as Jack sprung up from the roll he slashed at the mans exposed belly, eviscerating him and then moving on, trying not to imagine how much the man would suffer before he died.
Around him, the pirates were fighting the French sailors with an efficiency that bordered on the ruthless, using every trick in their considerable repertoire to gain the upper hand.
Jack was forced to step around a pair of combatants wrestling on the deck, thoughtfully kicking the man Cullins was wrestling with as the two rolled by. Down on the main deck Jack could see Anamaria, who was leading a small band of pirates as she viciously slashed her way to the hatch that would lead down to the gun deck.
He soon pushed Ana from his mind however; as he noticed that Chen was in need of a bit of rescuing. The young man was backed up against the gunnel by a stocky looking sailor, and wasn't accounting for himself very well at all. Even as Jack watched, the old cutlass Chen had been given went flying, sent there buy a skillful parry by the French sailor. That didn't seem to be the end of it though; the Frenchman said something that Jack couldn't quite make out, but Chen certainly heard.
Chen's eyes glinted and his face hardened, and one minute the Frenchman was standing, getting ready to finish the boy off, and then he was on the deck, his own sword pinned through his eye. At this point Jack was close enough that he could hear Chen's next words:
"Don't call me tiny." Jack began to think he should have listened to the young man when he had said he didn't need a sword. Time enough for that later; Jack had only enough time to fetch his hat before he was once again beset by an opponent.
This time the enemy was an officer that seemed more decoration than anything else. The man seemed very frail, and wore all the trimmings; the medals, the lace, even a large plume on the hat. He looked as if he should never have been let away from home. The man was tougher than he looked, however, and he was wicked fast to boot.
Jack circled left, looking for an opening, and the man countered easily. Jack feinted to the right, and then attempted to strike at the officers left. He didn't buy the feint and met Jacks sword smoothly. Jack slid out of that attack and lunged, forcing the man to give up ground. He was not moved lightly though, and Jack narrowly avoided a riposte that would have cost him an eye, taking a nick on the scalp instead. They both paused for a moment, noting the significance of first drawn blood.
"This is bloody ridiculous!" Jack muttered under his breath. He was being beaten by a strutting tin soldier. He looked around, searching for an advantage that would allow him to beat the officer. He was looking for a way to cheat; he knew that if he followed rules the enemy knew for to long, they would beat him, so it was best to change the rules at regular intervals. So Jack changed the rules.
"If you lay down your weapon now, I swear on pain of death I won't tell your crewmates that you're a woman." Jack said as an insult, meant to make the officer angry. He wasn't even sure that the officer could speak English, but it was worth a shot. To Jacks immense surprise, however, a flicker of indecision crossed the officer's face.
The officer increased her attacks, apparently determined to keep her secret by silencing him.
'Well, I wanted to change the rules.' Jack thought as he backed up across the deck, retreating from the onslaught of slashes and thrusts. Jack very likely would have died there by the hands of the furious woman, if not for some ignorant soul in the rigging slashing about and sending the entire topgallant billowing to the deck.2 Some of the sail was still tangled up in the rigging, so the sail fell across the deck, neatly curtaining the stern from the bow.
Later Jack would think back and wonder at his luck that the yard arm fell right in between him and the lady officer, and missed killing him, but right then, Jack was only worried about getting away.
Jack scurried off before the woman posing as a man could decide whether or not she wanted to cut through the sail cloth to get him.
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Anamaria rushed down the main hatch and onto the gun deck of the French ship, hurrying to get to their cannons before they could use them and give away the situation to the second ship. Behind her, Todd and Sully had there weapons drawn.
She peered into the gloom, looking as far as she could down the line of cannons, watching for signs of activity. The gun deck was small and cramped, and it didn't even have that many cannons. Most of the gun ports were closed, making the illumination even worse than it might be otherwise.
Anamaria gestured to one of the starboard cannons with an open port; it was pulled all the way back, as if it were in the process of being loaded. It probably was too; Anamaria moved in to investigate, the two men at her back following cautiously.
Sure enough, as soon as the three approached it, five men sprang up. Moving with practiced grace and agility, Anamaria ducked as one of the frogs swung clumsily at her head. She drew her pistol and fired it into the gut of the nearest one. He dropped like a stone, and the other four drew back.
"Alright you filthy bottom fish, drop yer weapons and be quiet like nice little frogs." She waved her pistol threateningly at the nearest one, who didn't have a hole in his gut… yet.
One of the frogs, the youngest of the group it appeared, lunged forward at Sully, He parried easily, sending the young lad to the floor.
"I take that as a 'no' then." Anamaria said before launching into the fray once again. Lacking the time to reload the pistol, but not wanting to toss it aside, she clubbed a man over the head with it before tucking it back into her belt. The man looked a little dazed but remained standing.
Fighting was difficult, though; the quarters were cramped and it was four against three. Anamaria found herself facing off against the largest in the group; she sneered in disgust, the man was a coward. Sully and Todd were facing off with two of the men as well. The youngest one, the one that Sully had sent to the ground, scurried away instead of helping his mates.
Both parties were hampered by the low ceiling, and Todd, taller than most by at least a head, was being quickly out maneuvered by his shorter opponent. Sully grew tired of trying to swing a cutlass were there wasn't room to, and so tossed it aside, drawing a dagger from his boot and rushing the man he was fighting. They tumbled away into the darkness, and Anamaria lost track of them; besides, she had problems of her own to worry about.
The man she was facing didn't even bother to draw his cutlass, and instead began swinging at her with fists the size of hams. She ducked and dodged, weaving about him like a crazed bumblebee in her attempts to stay out of his reach.
She had no time to draw another weapon, and so was forced to use her cutlass; hardly a weapon suited for below deck fighting. She thrust forward with the sword in an unfamiliar motion, she felt ridiculous even as she nicked the man in the arm. The large fellow didn't even seem to notice, and she cursed as she tried to slash with it and found her progress impeded by a support beam.
Nearby, she noticed that Todd was nearly finished off. Even as she ducked under a swing aimed at her head, her fellow pirate fell to the deck, clutching a knife in his throat. 'Damn! He was a good man.' She thought. Now the fight was four to two, not good odds, even if one of the Frenchmen wasn't fighting.
The afore mentioned was currently busy next to the cannon, attempting to load it by himself. It would take him awhile, she knew, but she would have to hurry and finish off her current fight if she was to stop him in time.
As if fate was mocking her, the man who had killed Todd approached her as well, attempting to trap her between himself and the large man. Her heart raced as she looked for a way to resolve the situation with her skin intact.
In a bold and reckless move, she rushed towards the knifeman at full speed, slipping past him at the last crucial moment and pushing him along into a bone crunching blow from the first man. The knife man's head swung back at an odd angle as the larger man's fist connected, and he crumpled to the deck in a heap. Anamaria used the few precious seconds that gained her to draw her second pistol, and even as the knifeman fell, she had her gun aimed at the first mans heart. As it turned out, Anamaria had been correct about him, he was a coward. As soon as he saw the pistol he froze, putting his hands in the air in surrender.
It was too late for the man however, for Anamaria had not hesitated even a second, and even as he raised his hands in surrender, there was a reverberating blast from her pistol, and a blossom of red erupted from his chest. As he fell clutching his wound, he looked up at her with a betrayed expression.
"Sorry." She said half heartedly with a shrug.
She turned away from her fallen opponent with a practiced ease that comes from having spilled a lot of blood, not all of it honorably. Sully came limping out of the darkness, sparing only one sorrowful glance for Todd's fallen form.
Both she and Sully turned to the young man at the cannon, who was scrambling frantically to get it loaded, trying desperately to save his ship. Casually, Anamaria touched the point of her cutlass to the boy's throat, giving him a chance to surrender, if he wanted to. Unsurprisingly the boy stopped dead in his tracks, fear causing his body to freeze completely. Anamaria watched dispassionately as his spirit broke, and hope shattered to pieces within his eyes; he knew all was lost, his ships last chance had just been thwarted, and there was nothing to do know but lie down and surrender.
Anamaria, content that the situation was under control, turned in a small circle, surveying the gun deck in its entirety. She saw no other lurking shadows, only the bodies of the four men they had killed, and the silently weeping young man at her sword point.
"It looks like we'll be stayin' down here for the rest of the fight Sully, seeing as how we have a prisoner and what with the necessity of makin' sure no other wandering frog happens across the gun deck. Pity though, I was lookin' foreword to seein' if the Captain ever realized that the French officer he was fightin' was actually a woman." Anamaria said to Sully as she went about disarming the cannon that the boy had been so eager to load. Sully similarly disarmed the weeping prisoner, who he then bound and gagged.
Too late Anamaria wondered if she should have mentioned the Frenchwoman in front of one of her crew mates; she may be the enemy for today, but Ana had no personal quarrel with her. If the officer managed to survive the battle, there was a very good chance the pirates would release the prisoners after the entire Port Royal affair was over, and she may be able to go back to her career. But that would all be over if her secret got out.
Anamaria glanced at the boy, but he made no sign that he understood what she was saying or even heard her. He was probably not important enough nor high enough ranking to merit the kind of education officers received, if anyone on this ship spoke English it would be one of them. After all, you had to be able to issue surrendering conditions intelligibly, or so their logic ran.
Sully's curiosity was peaked however.
"Really? A woman you say? Which one was it?" he asked as he settled back, facing one of the two entrances onto the gun deck. Anamaria leaned back against one of the support beams facing the other entrance, before responding.
"She was the one with all the spangles. It was hard to tell, but I'm fairly sure I know what to look for by now." She said sarcastically. She paused for a moment, and then to make conversation, she said "There are a lot of them out there, you know, serving in the mercantile fleets and the various navies, but most men are so blind they don't see it."
"Hmm?" Sully sounded questionable but indicated that she should go on talking.
"It seems rare, I know, but that's because you only hear about the ones that get caught. Mary Reed to name a familiar example." She said condescendingly. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at her doubtfully.
"If you say so." He said, clearly not believing what she had told him.
Well, let him think that way if he wanted to, she was sure that the brass speckled officer up there would be thankful if more men did.
Due to the nature of sailing, the motion would actually be much more complex than a spiral, but I don't think the story needed me to go into the actual mechanics of the motion of the ship.
2 I'm not entirely sure this is possible, my sailing experience comes mostly from schooners, but I'm fairly certain that it would take a very determined idiot to cut all the lines supporting this sail. Nonetheless, that's what happens in the story.
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AN: well that was chapter four, but the battle is far from over. Let me know what you think of how I portrayed Jack, he only actually fought and killed one person in the entire movie so I feel like I'm on shaky ground writing him into a full blown battle.
I would still like to see some answers to the questions I posed in chapter two, as I mentioned above.