Jack groaned as his face banged against the wall and he straightened up once he felt the pressure release from his neck. Turning around, he raised an eyebrow at Gwen, who looked slightly amused.
"Ah, Gwennie, it's nice to see you again," he said with a smile, massaging his neck with one hand and she narrowed her eyes at him as he took steps forth.
"Jack Sparrow," she said with her voice full of anger and venom.
"There should be a Captain in there somewhere," he said with a wider smile and she rolled her eyes, mumbling a few words underneath her breath.
"And don't call me Gwennie."
"Why?"
"You don't deserve to," she snarled and he raised an eyebrow.
"It's just a nickname. I used to call you that all the time, love."
"Don't call me love either," she snapped and he pursed his lips.
"Well why not? You seemed to enjoy it when I was on your ship."
Her eyebrows furrowed and she unsheathed her sword as Jack's eyes widened, taking a step back. "Thanks fer remindin' me that I came 'ere ta kill ye."
"You're welcome," he said with a smile and she let out a wordless growl, slashing her sword toward him. Taking a quick step back, he unsheathed his sword and blocked the next attack, smirking. "What are you doing here? The last time I saw you, you were swimming in the ocean," he said and she swung at him more forcefully but he jumped, avoiding the attack.
"Me and Johnny got ta an island, got a ship, and made it 'ere. That are when I noticed me ship docked," she said and Jack paused for a moment before diagonally slashing his sword and she raised her sword, meeting it with his. "I can't believe that I were tricked by ye, of all people," she hissed and his smirk returned.
"I think you should feel honored," he said as he slashed toward her stomach and she dodged it, kicking his wrist. He winced and shook his hand as if it would make his wrist feel any better and she swung in toward him. His eyes widened and he blocked the attack, running off and up a small staircase. Narrowing her eyes after Jack, Gwen rushed up the small staircase and it lead straight to the beams on the ceiling. Jack was already walking away on a beam, his arms outstretched in order to balance. Gwen walked after him, balancing quicker and easier, slashing her sword as he turned around to block her attack.
"Ye stole me ship," she snarled.
He shrugged and smiled as he blocked her next attack. "It's nothing personal, love," he said and she scowled, slashing her sword more downwards, in between his legs, and Jack let out a horrified gasp, jumping back and barely balancing on the other beam. "OI!" he said with furrowed eyebrows, looking back at her to see a mischievous grin on her face. "That was personal."
"It sure as hell were," she said, jumping onto another beam and balanced as Jack slashed his sword at her. She avoided the attack and swung her sword diagonally and he ducked. Grinning as he straightened back up, his grin fell as her sword came aiming at his stomach. Sidestepping, he fell off the beam and let out a yelp as he hit the barrels underneath him. Raising an eyebrow as she looked down at him, Gwen jumped off the beam and onto the pyramid of rum barrels. Jack quickly stood up as she slashed her sword at him and he returned the attack. The two frowned as they started to get farther apart from one another and looked down at the barrels that were starting to roll down toward the floor. Quickly jogging up them, Gwen slashed her sword at Jack, who avoided it before rolling down onto the ground, balancing on a barrel.
Gwen jumped down from the last of the barrels to stand in front of Jack, who tried to attack her but missed. She kicked the barrel and his eyes widened as he fell off, landing on his rump. Laughing, she brought her sword down and Jack squeezed his eyes shut. He opened them as he heard a loud thud and looked down to see that the sword had gone in between his middle and ring finger. He looked up at Gwen questioningly and she rolled her eyes, grumbling a few words underneath her breath before speaking.
"I promised Captain Teague that I won't kill ye," she said reluctantly and Jack looked delighted yet a bit confused at the same time.
"You saw my dad?"
"Aye, a couple of hours ago," she said and he frowned but stood up a moment later, smiling.
"Well, I should get going now, I have a ship to tend," he said and started to walk off casually. She chased after him, not bothering to get her sword out of the floor, and wrapped an arm around his neck. He stopped, smirking slightly as he turned his face to look at her. "Yes, love?" His smirk fell off his face as her gun touched the side of his head.
"Ye ain't steppin' on me ship."
"Why not?" he asked, feigning hurt as he turned around to fully face her and she warily kept her gun pointed at him. "You seemed to be fine with me on your ship the last time."
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, before ye 'eld the mutiny, ye rat's arse! And if I had known that ye was Jack Sparrow, I woulda never let ye on me ship in the first place!"
"It's not my fault you didn't recognize me. Anyways, I think you would've been honored if I had gone on that ship as Captain Jack Sparrow."
"Captain?" she snorted. "Ye can't be a Captain when ye don't got a bloody ship!"
"I do," he said in a matter of a fact tone and she sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Me ship don't count."
"I wasn't talking about your ship," he said as if that were an insult and she glared at him. "I have the Black Pearl," he said, smirking as he leaned in closer and she crinkled her nose in disgust from the stench.
"Then why isn't ye on 'er right now, eh?" Gwen asked and Jack leaned back away, his arms casually raised in his manner.
"She's sunk," he said quietly, looking away from her.
"What 'appened ta 'Captain goes down wif 'is ship'?"
"Well, technically speaking," Jack said, raising an index finger. "I wasn't on the Pearl when she supposedly sank," he said and Gwen frowned.
"So ye ain't a Captain, ye damn eunuch!"
"There are two things wrong with that sentence, love. Firstly, I am a Captain. Secondly, I'm not a eunuch, and if you want to check, you can," he said, smirking and she rolled her eyes.
"Yer nasty."
Jack raised his eyebrows. "You seemed to be quite interested in me when I was on your ship," he pointed out and she snorted.
"Aye, well, yer pretty damn attractive, Sparrow," she said and he grinned widely. "A person can really change over twenty years," she said with a smirk and his grin shrunk.
"Are you saying that I was ugly when I was younger?"
"That are exactly what I is sayin'," she said and he pursed his lips.
"You just had a bad taste in boys back then."
She snorted loudly. "Yer voice cracked all the time and ye were short."
"I got tall after words," he pointed out, raising a finger and she rolled her eyes.
"Well, I guess ye was a late bloomer. Yer goods must be small too, then," she teased and he grinned widely.
"Oh trust me, love, it ain't small and it never was."
"Keep tellin' yerself that, darlin'."
"I'll show you sometime," he said with a wink before taking a quick step forth, kicking the bottom of her gun and it flung up into the air. It landed on one of the beams up in the ceiling and Jack grinned as he looked back at Gwen. Her arms were crossed across her chest and one eyebrow was raised.
"That weren't even me gun, technically, that were Captain Barbossa's," she said and just as she hoped, he looked confused.
"Barbossa?"
"Aye."
"'Ow did you get his gun?" he asked curiously and she grinned.
"That are a secret," she said and he frowned deeply before shrugging.
"Well, it was nice talking to you, Gwennie, but I better get going now," Jack said, smiling as he took steps backward before turning around to dash off. She was quicker than him and easily grabbed him, tugging on his coat and pulling him down to the ground. He quickly stood back up and when he did, was punched in the face. He let out a loud yelp, taking a few steps back and holding onto his nose. "I guess I deserved that," he grumbled as he let go of his nose, which was surprisingly not bleeding.
"Ye bloody did!" she spat angrily. "Ye deserve worse!"
"What makes you say that, love? I haven't done anything wrong," he said innocently and she looked about ready to explode.
"Ye 'eld a mutiny, ye kicked me off me own ship, and then ye stole me ship! Even worse, ye said ye was somebody else, when ye was Jack Sparrow! And ye know 'ow much I 'ate ye!" she snarled, poking him hard on the chest and he feigned hurt.
"You hate me?"
"Aye and I know ye bloody know it! I've 'ated ye since ye became a bloody scratchy-voiced egotistic JERK!"
"Time and tide, love," he said, grinning and shrugging. "I didn't like you much either when you became a teen, but I did like what I saw on the ship," he said with a wink. "You know, I didn't even recognize you at first, when I joined your crew, 'cause you got…" he looked at her from toe to head, smirking. "Attractive."
The glare she gave him would've made anybody with thinner skin run off. "Ye shouldn't be talkin', pimple face," she snapped and he automatically put a hand to his cheek, frowning. Without a warning, she raised her leg and he groaned as he fell over, holding the extremely sensitive spot she had hit. She wasted no time in dashing up the small staircase and she walked across one of the beams, not bothering to grab her gun. She kicked a miniature anchor down, which was hanging from the wall, and let it drop to the floor. Jack tilted his head to the left as he stood up, looking at the anchor that had fallen a few feet away from him. He fell down on his face a moment later and the net full of rum barrels swung back and forth for a few moments after hitting its target. Gwen laughed and grabbed her gun, putting it in her gun pouch, before heading down the stairs to take a look at Jack.
An overweight man that was mostly bald was leaned back in his chair, openly checking out many whores that passed by. He had stringy blond hair that traveled around the side of his mostly bald head and he wore a dirty white shirt that was left unbuttoned, revealing his large stomach. He wore a jacket over his shirt and that was left open as well, reaching halfway down his thigh. He wore knee-length brown pants and shoes finished his look. The man beside him was much skinner and taller with short dirty blond hair. He had wooden right eye with a small mustache and a short beard. He wore a red shirt with a grey coat over it and wore brown pants with matching brown shoes. The two snickered as a whore winked at them.
Across the two at the small table, there sat a small man, about half as big as the average man. He had one braided beard and his earring twinkled in the light from the lantern as he leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up onto the table. He was bald and wore a long-sleeved white shirt with a vest over it and baggy breeches with black shoes. The man beside him was older and he had a white beard. He had a grey bandana wrapped around his head, covering the hair underneath, and wore clothing like the dwarf pirate's, whose name was Marty. Cotton, the one with the white beard, took a sip of his drink and his parrot that was perched on his shoulder wolf-whistled at a wench that walked by. She giggled and Cotton clamped his hand over his parrot's beak, smiling at the wench casually.
"Oi, look!" Marty said, pointing at something or someone and everyone turned to see Mr. Joshamee Gibbs walking toward them. He looked surprised as he recognized them and started to grin a moment later, running up to them. The four greeted him, or, five, if the parrot was included.
"What are you all doing here?" he asked as he took a chair from the table behind him. "I thought the Pearl be sunk," he said and everyone's eyes widened as they put the mugs back onto the table.
"What are ye talkin' 'bout? The Pearl can't be sunk!" Pintel, the overweight one, said and Gibbs furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.
"Jack said that Barbossa said that she's sunk!"
"Wait, if the Pearl are sunk, 'ow is Captain Barbossa alive?" Ragetti questioned and Gibbs looked thoughtful for a moment, shrugging.
"I guess 'e abandoned ship," he said and Marty shook his head, disappointed. "What are you four doing 'ere anyway? And 'ow didn't you know that the Pearl be sunk?"
"Captain Barbossa forgot about us when we came ta Tortuga," Marty explained to Gibbs. "We 'aven't seen 'im or the Pearl in months."
"Jack don't believe that the Pearl be gone. 'E knows there's something up."
"Like what?" Marty asked, leaning in closer and Gibbs shrugged.
"I don't know. God knows what goes up in that head of his," he said, earning a few snickers from Pintel and Ragetti.
"If you two ain't on the Pearl, then 'ow did ye get 'ere?" Ragetti asked with a confused frown and Gibbs smiled slyly.
"We commandeered a ship. It be docked right now."
"We should join yer crew!" Pintel said, grinning as he glanced at his companions and they nodded in agreement.
"Aye, join the crew, join the crew!" the parrot squawked in agreement and Gibbs nodded.
"Sure, we could use a few more hands," he said and Pintel and Ragetti grinned.
"'Ey old man, what were yer name again?" Johnny said to Gibbs as he plopped down next to him, grabbing a chair from another table. Gibbs turned to look at him and his face fell as his companions looked at Johnny in confusion.
"You…"
"Ye know, nobody's ever been brave enough ta hold a mutiny against me Cap'n. So I guess I should applaud ye fer that," he said and Gibbs gulped nervously, forcing a smile. Marty, Cotton, Pintel, and Ragetti exchanged looks of confusion.
"Thank you…?"
"Oh, ye've got somethin' on yer shirt," he said and Gibbs frowned, glancing down at his dirty shirt and he let out a load groan as Johnny punched him in the back of the head.
"Oi!" Pintel said, standing up, followed by Marty, Cotton, and a hesitant Ragetti. Johnny ignored them as he lifted Gibbs up, his hand clenched around his shirt and the four who had stood up for Gibbs quickly dropped their mouths before sitting back down.
Johnny smirked maliciously and Gibbs squirmed in fear. "This be yer own fault, old man," he said before slugging Gibbs in the stomach, earning another loud groan from him.
"Oi, no fightin' in me bar!" the bar owner said and Johnny glanced at him over his shoulder. He snorted before roughly tossing Gibbs down and a few men in the bar bristled, looking at the scene.
"I'll let ye live old man, since I is so kind," Johnny said as he knelt down. "But ta make sure ye ain't gonna take another step on Burning Dawn, I is gonna 'ave ta do this ta ye," he said as Gibbs sat up to say something. Grabbing the chair Gibbs had been sitting on, he swung it down toward him, ignoring his wide and frightened eyes. The chair and his head collided, causing him to slump down, his eyes closed.
"Is…is he dead?" a man asked, taking a few steps closer and Johnny paused for a moment, frowning.
"'Ow do ye check 'is pulse?" he asked and Ragetti walked on over to him, kneeling down.
"Like this," he said, his Adam's apple bobbing as he looked at Johnny. He raised his index and middle finger up before placing them on Gibbs's neck. A few moments passed before Ragetti grinned, showing his rotten teeth, nodding. "'E's alive," he said and everyone that had stopped to watch the show shrugged, getting back to their drinking rituals. Johnny looked a bit disappointed, his lips pursed as he looked down at the unconscious figure but he shrugged, standing up along with Ragetti. Ragetti's Adam's apple bobbed nervously. "Is ye just gonna leave 'im there?"
"Ye sure as hell ain't," the bar owner said from behind and Johnny pursed his lips as he turned around to face him.
"Why not?"
"I ain't leavin' an unconscious man in me bar! What is I gonna do when 'e wakes up?"
"Tell 'im 'e's in Hell."
"Hell don't have rum."
"Or whores," Johnny agreed with a nod and the bar owner grinned widely.
"Aye! But it don't matter, get 'im outta 'ere, kid," he said and Johnny frowned before his face brightened as an idea struck him.
"'Ow 'bout I pay ye?" he asked with a smirk, putting his hand in a pocket of his trousers before drawing out a gold coin. Pintel, Ragetti, Marty, Cotton, and Cotton's parrot all stared at it in wonder as Johnny handed it to the bar owner, who had easily given in. Grinning, Johnny sat with the four pirates and the parrot, grabbing a beer mug from a passing barmaid, who giggled when he did.
"Where'd ye get that money?" Pintel asked after a few moments and Johnny put his mug down, slightly raising an eyebrow.
"I earned it, of course."
"'Ow?"
"By workin' on a ship," he said as if it were obvious, taking another sip of his beer. "And that old man thought 'e could get away with takin' 'er. Damn eunuch don't know who 'e is messin' wif."
Before Pintel could further question about the loot, Ragetti spoke. "Gibbs stole yer ship?"
"Gibbs! That are 'is name!" the sandy haired blond said with a grin, thoughtfully looking up at the ceiling. Ragetti paused for a moment and as he opened his mouth to ask the question once more, Johnny answered. "Aye, 'e and Jack Sparrow. Can ye believe it? Our ship got stolen by one of infamous pirate lords! I didn't know 'e was such a jerk, though. Didn't like 'im as a crew member either," he recalled.
Ragetti's eyes bulged and his wooden eye, surprisingly, didn't fall out. It was much better and sturdier than the one he had gotten from Barbossa many years back. "Captain Jack stole yer ship?"
"Well, not me ship, but me Captain's ship, 'course. I ain't gonna even call it commandeerin'," he said and he suddenly light up again, an idea hitting him. "Oi, why don't ye four join our crew? We just got Burning Dawn back from 'em scalawags and need a crew!"
"One moment," Pintel said with a smile that showed his rotten teeth and Johnny turned around, talking with a nearby whore. The four leaned in toward each other just in case.
"What should we do?" Marty asked in a whisper and Ragetti shrugged.
"Well, we know that the Pearl be sunk, so we can't get 'er back. Cap'n Barbossa…where the hell are 'e anyway, then, if the Pearl's gone?" Pintel said.
"Well, we were gonna end up goin' on that ship anyway, the one that Captain Jack and Gibbs took. The Pearl be sunk, Captain Barbossa be somewhere far from 'ere, I reckon, and Captain Jack…I take that maybe that blond fellow took 'im out too," Ragetti said, gesturing toward Johnny, who now had a brunette whore on his lap. Pintel raised an eyebrow at this, nodding.
"So we should go with the blond?" Marty asked and Cotton glanced around at everyone.
"Wind in your sails!" the parrot squawked and everyone looked at him for a split second before back at each other.
"I don't see why not," Pintel said with a shrug and a greedy grin. "We'll probably get paid a lot, seein' as 'ow much that guy 'as."
"All right, is it decided then?" Marty asked, glancing around at the three and they all nodded.
"Oi," Pintel said, gaining Johnny's attention, and he grinned. "We is joinin'."
"Great!" Johnny said as he shoved the whore off him and she stomped off. He stood up with a grin. "Now all we gotta do is find some more ta join."
Gwen sighed in relaxation, kicking her feet up against the table as she leaned back in her chair. This night had been a rather long and rough one, but she was extremely satisfied, happy that she gave Jack a piece of her mind. She hadn't seen any of her ex-crew members, but she didn't mind, and she knew that Johnny would find her later with a decent crew. As she sat there, she pondered about the Fountain of Youth, and whether or not she truly should go. She could really care less about living forever; to her it was only important that she lived her life to the fullest. She lived her life to the fullest by going on adventures, and going to the Fountain would be one hell of an adventure. Yes, she would go, and she'll just think about whether or not drinking from the Fountain when that day came…
"There ye is, Cap'n!" a familiar voice came from her left and she looked at him, snapping out of her thoughts. Standing behind him was a number of men and she realized that they were all her new crew. "Whoa, where'd ye get the coat?" he asked, looking down at the dark blue jacket she had on and it was draping down, what with her legs hoisted up on the table.
She grinned down at the jacket. "I got it from Sparrow."
Johnny raised his eyebrows. "'E gave it ta ye?"
"Not necessarily," she said slyly and Johnny frowned in confusion. "Anyways, Johnny me boy, I were startin' ta get worried if ye got lost," she teased and he grinned.
"Sorry it took me so long, I was busy in bed wif Giselle," he said and Pintel and Ragetti exchanged looks.
"Oh, is Giselle a guy's name now?" she said with a grin and Johnny groaned.
"Do we 'ave ta go over this EVERY day? A man can only take so much."
"We don't talk 'bout it everyday," she pointed out and he pursed his lips. "Anyways, ye know I is only teasin' ye. I see the whores givin' ye looks," she said with a laugh and he grinned.
"Everyone, this are yer new Cap'n," he said, taking a few steps to the right to allow everyone to get a nice view. She stood up, her coat reaching below her knee at a slightly awkward length and the sleeve cuff went passed her wrist.
"'Ello everyone, I be Gwen Bloodrayne, Captain of Burning Dawn," she said, smiling in her self pride as she scrutinized everyone. "There is a few rules on me ship. First and most important, I expect each and every one of ye ta remain loyal and trustworthy. Ye can switch ships anytime, of course, but I don't want no mutinies or betrayals. Or I will find ye and make yer life a living Hell. The other rules is simpler. No fightin'," she gave Johnny a look, "no complainin' 'bout the gold ye get, ye obey me orders. There will be order on me ship, and if ye disrupt it…" she trailed off, smirking maliciously, causing a few shivers to go down the spines of a few men, which was her intention. "Well, if ye break any of those rules, ye get a punishment. A whippin'," she added after the few looks the men gave each other.
"What now?" Johnny asked after a few moments, Gwen sitting back in her chair and grabbing a mug from a passing barmaid. She paused for a moment, signaling the barmaid back, and she handed out beers to each new crew member after Gwen had given her a few shillings. Grinning, she raised her beer mug.
"Drink up me hearties yo ho!"
This chapter was kinda short, but I hope you enjoyed anyways!
Angelica will NOT be included in my story. The rest of my story is pretty much planned out, but I'm still deciding whether or not to include Philip. What do you guys think? Would you like him to be included or not? It'd be nice to hear what you guys think, thanks!
