Eve slowly pulled on elbow-length black gloves and slipped the moon ring
over it. The lace sleeves layered over the gloves and Jack couldn't help
but pull her slim waist into his arms and kiss her soft lips.
As soon as they seperated, Eve ran the satiny gloves on Jack's smooth face. "I love you, Jack Sparrow. Don't leave me again."
"I won't, love."
~***~
Twenty minutes later Jack and Eve walked down the stairs arm and arm. Everyone who sat at the breakfast table looked up and gasped.
Elijah's heart was threatening to pop out of his chest. Eve. . . it was barely Eve. It was Eve the Angel of Death, with Satan on her arm.
Jack noticed everyone looking at them. Or, rather, everyone looking at Eve. He couldn't blame them, and held his head high, pulling her closer. Eve giggled and he smiled deviously, suddenly lifting her straight off her feet and into his arms. Only when they reached their seat at the long table did Jack let her down, but not before a sweet kiss.
As Eve poured herself a cup of coffee, she looked at Elijah. He had also cleaned up, and looked extremely handsome.
"Elijah! You look very nice! Clean up yourself?" Eve smiled at him, making Elijah work extremely hard to contain himself.
"Ah, yes," He said hesitantly, "With a little help from a maid."
Jack coughed to hide a laugh. Eve gave him a nasty glare. "Sorry! I didn't even do anything!" Jack said defiantly.
Adam rolled his eyes. "My guests should arrive at one o'clock for lunch, and will be staying for tea. Speaking of guests, where is my son?"
As if on cue, Christian walked briskly into the dining room, looking annoyed.
"I apologize, everyone, for being late. I'm afraid there are some rather rude people on the streets of Port Royale."
Eve looked over Christian scruptiously. She had to admit, he looked really, REALLY good. In a similar suit to Jack's, he was decked out in black with graytrimmings and accessories to it, and a sword shining on his belt.
Eve stood and curtsied. Christian willed his heart to keep a steady pace. He bowed and took his seat across from her and next to his father.
Eve, the devilish girl she was, noticed Christian's uncomfortablity, so she scooted her chair closer to the table and stretched her leg under the table, rubbing it suggestively. She through suspicion off of her by starting an animated conversation with Adam.
Seemingly out of nowhere to anyone else, Christian jumped back in his chair and looked wildly under the table. Adam raised an eyebrow at his son, tapped him on the back, and watched with a confused expression as his son regained his composure.
Eve raised an eyebrow, then started to listen to Jack and Elijah's conversation. She sent a sideways wink at Christian.
~***~
At 12:45, the doorbell rang in the Commodore's household. A few moments later a butler walked in and introduced Mr. And Mrs. Thomas McGreggor and their daughter, Anna.
Christian cringed as Anna sat next to him, a bright smile under her blonde curls. Eve caught it, as did everyone at the table except the McGreggor's and Adam.
Eve smiled at Anna. "Bonjour, Madam. Como tele vous?" (hello miss, how are you?)
The poor girl, she had no idea how to speak French, and had no idea what Eve had just said. Eve recognized this and animatedly continued.
"No hablas Frances? Tu hablas espanol?" Anna's eyebrows raised. (You don't speak french. Do you speak english?
Eve put a mock-confused face on. "Tu hablas ingles?" (Do you speak english?)
Mr. McGreggor intruded upon the (almost) conversation. "Si, nosotros hacemos." (yes we do)
"No mas lenguas?" (no more languages?)
"No."
"Tu comprendes mi espanol muy bien. Tu hablas espanol!" Eve argued. (you understand my spanish well. You speak spanish!)
"No mas. Tu hablas ingles?" (not much. Do you speak english?)
"Si. Pero me gusta espanol mas. Y tu?" (yes, but I like spanish more)
"Pero comprendemos ingles mas." (but we understand english more)
"Ah. Then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Angel Spade, this is my husband, Jack Spade. Our friends, William Turner and Elijah Detroit."
"A pleasure, all of you," Mrs. McGreggor said in a nauseatingly sweet tone, "Is Angel your real name?"
"Yes."
Surprised at the shortness of the answer, Mrs. McGreggor stopped. "What nice friends you have, Mr. Riley."
"Yes, very pleasant people."
Eve spoke up again. "Dispenseme, por favor. Senor Riley, hagalo viene con mi para un momento?" (exuse me, please. Mr. Riley, will you come with me for a moment?)
Adam, who understood Spanish fluently, stood and accompanied her outside.
As soon as the doors shut Eve looked at him incrediously.
"You're trying to set up your son! With a bimbo no less!"
"Well yes considering the woman he wants is much to old and is married. Yes I am." Adam glared at her.
"Who does he want? The Queen of England?"
"No, silly girl! You!"
Eve's jaw dropped. "Bloody hell," was all she said before walking back into the dining room.
"Mis disculpas. El era grosero a su hijo." (my apologies, he was being inconsiderate to his son.)
Jack listened carefully. "¿Por qué no habla usted inglés ahora?" (why not speak english now?)
"Porque confundo mucho de personas estupidas." (because I'm confusing these really stupid people)
"Trata de hacer su hijo se casa a esta chica estúpida," Eve continued, "y él mereció más." (he's trying to set his son up with this stupid girl and he deserves better)
Christian spoke up as Adam walked in the room. "Quizá usted debe tratar un idioma que yo no sé." (maybe you should try a language I don't know)
"¡Adam! ¡Yo no supe que su hijo habló español con soltura!" Eve said, smiling. (adam, I didn't know your son spoke spanish fluently.) "¿Habla él francés bien tambien?" (does he speak french well too?)
"No, no yo hablo frances. Pero no tu hablas frances!" (no I don't speak french. But don't speak it!). Christian spoke up, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.
Mr. McGreggor watched the rapid-fire language shoot by him and gave up.
"M. Riley, j'aime votre fils beaucoup," Eve began speaking in French, her favorite language. Jack watched, amazed, as the poetic formation of each word fell from her lips like tears. "Ne pas le donner à une fille stupide comme elle." (Mr. Riley, I like your son very much. Don't give him to a stupid girl like her.)
Adam looked infuriated. "Bien, Eve, vous ferait plutôt il vous a joint sur votre bateau de pirate?" (Well, Eve, would you rather he joined you on your pirate ship?)
"Oui, en fait!" (yes in fact)
"Le puits le demande alors!" (Well ask him then!)
Eve stepped back, the her face grew resolute. She sighed and turned to Christian. "Christian, Vous me joindriez sur mon bateau comme un pirate? Sur le Dark Angel?" (Will you join me and become a pirate? On the Dark Angel?)
Christian looked at her uncertainly. Eve sighed. "¿Usted nos unirá en el Dark Angel y un pirata es? Usted se sentirá libre, prometo. Es tanto mejor que la tierra." (will you join us on the Dark Angel and be a pirate? You'll feel free, I promise. It's so much better than land)
Christian looked at Eve, then at Adam. He stared as if waiting for recognition. Adam nodded, shrugged, and walked out of the room.
"Si."
"Cheers, my good lad! Then I'll see you when we set off!"
Mr. McGreggor looked up. "How do you remember three languages?"
"My dear sir, I also know Italian, Russian, Portuguese, Latin, German, and a touch of traditional chinese."
The eyes of the McGreggors widened. "You are schooled well for a female! For anyone!"
"Quite. Jack here knows the Oriental languages. I'm all the romance ones and German ones."
Everyone looked to Jack. He shrugged. "We sail. On long voyages you have nothing better to do than learn the language of the place you're going to next."
The family looked to Elijah and Will. Will laughed, "I haven't sailed in years. I don't know anything but English and a tad of French."
Elijah looked uncomfortable with the attention suddenly on him. "Eh, I know some Latin, I speak Welsh because of my heritage, and German I picked up. Eve taught me Spanish."
"You taught him! Well!" McGreggor smiled at Eve.
Anna, who had been quiet for quite some time, looked around and said, "That's amazing."
Eve raised an eyebrow, but controlled a nasty one-liner from popping out of her mouth when Jack put his arm around her. "And that's why I love her."
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In the last chapter the song was "Your Song" from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. And for those of you questioning the languages, well she did have all those years. That's a LOT of spare time. Oh, and I'm a Spanish/French person, but my French is pretty rusty so if it's nasty I'm sorry. A lot of words I checked in my lil translating dictionary.
Happy New Years! I have 11 minutes over here til 2004 starts!
~*untypical*~
As soon as they seperated, Eve ran the satiny gloves on Jack's smooth face. "I love you, Jack Sparrow. Don't leave me again."
"I won't, love."
~***~
Twenty minutes later Jack and Eve walked down the stairs arm and arm. Everyone who sat at the breakfast table looked up and gasped.
Elijah's heart was threatening to pop out of his chest. Eve. . . it was barely Eve. It was Eve the Angel of Death, with Satan on her arm.
Jack noticed everyone looking at them. Or, rather, everyone looking at Eve. He couldn't blame them, and held his head high, pulling her closer. Eve giggled and he smiled deviously, suddenly lifting her straight off her feet and into his arms. Only when they reached their seat at the long table did Jack let her down, but not before a sweet kiss.
As Eve poured herself a cup of coffee, she looked at Elijah. He had also cleaned up, and looked extremely handsome.
"Elijah! You look very nice! Clean up yourself?" Eve smiled at him, making Elijah work extremely hard to contain himself.
"Ah, yes," He said hesitantly, "With a little help from a maid."
Jack coughed to hide a laugh. Eve gave him a nasty glare. "Sorry! I didn't even do anything!" Jack said defiantly.
Adam rolled his eyes. "My guests should arrive at one o'clock for lunch, and will be staying for tea. Speaking of guests, where is my son?"
As if on cue, Christian walked briskly into the dining room, looking annoyed.
"I apologize, everyone, for being late. I'm afraid there are some rather rude people on the streets of Port Royale."
Eve looked over Christian scruptiously. She had to admit, he looked really, REALLY good. In a similar suit to Jack's, he was decked out in black with graytrimmings and accessories to it, and a sword shining on his belt.
Eve stood and curtsied. Christian willed his heart to keep a steady pace. He bowed and took his seat across from her and next to his father.
Eve, the devilish girl she was, noticed Christian's uncomfortablity, so she scooted her chair closer to the table and stretched her leg under the table, rubbing it suggestively. She through suspicion off of her by starting an animated conversation with Adam.
Seemingly out of nowhere to anyone else, Christian jumped back in his chair and looked wildly under the table. Adam raised an eyebrow at his son, tapped him on the back, and watched with a confused expression as his son regained his composure.
Eve raised an eyebrow, then started to listen to Jack and Elijah's conversation. She sent a sideways wink at Christian.
~***~
At 12:45, the doorbell rang in the Commodore's household. A few moments later a butler walked in and introduced Mr. And Mrs. Thomas McGreggor and their daughter, Anna.
Christian cringed as Anna sat next to him, a bright smile under her blonde curls. Eve caught it, as did everyone at the table except the McGreggor's and Adam.
Eve smiled at Anna. "Bonjour, Madam. Como tele vous?" (hello miss, how are you?)
The poor girl, she had no idea how to speak French, and had no idea what Eve had just said. Eve recognized this and animatedly continued.
"No hablas Frances? Tu hablas espanol?" Anna's eyebrows raised. (You don't speak french. Do you speak english?
Eve put a mock-confused face on. "Tu hablas ingles?" (Do you speak english?)
Mr. McGreggor intruded upon the (almost) conversation. "Si, nosotros hacemos." (yes we do)
"No mas lenguas?" (no more languages?)
"No."
"Tu comprendes mi espanol muy bien. Tu hablas espanol!" Eve argued. (you understand my spanish well. You speak spanish!)
"No mas. Tu hablas ingles?" (not much. Do you speak english?)
"Si. Pero me gusta espanol mas. Y tu?" (yes, but I like spanish more)
"Pero comprendemos ingles mas." (but we understand english more)
"Ah. Then allow me to introduce myself. My name is Angel Spade, this is my husband, Jack Spade. Our friends, William Turner and Elijah Detroit."
"A pleasure, all of you," Mrs. McGreggor said in a nauseatingly sweet tone, "Is Angel your real name?"
"Yes."
Surprised at the shortness of the answer, Mrs. McGreggor stopped. "What nice friends you have, Mr. Riley."
"Yes, very pleasant people."
Eve spoke up again. "Dispenseme, por favor. Senor Riley, hagalo viene con mi para un momento?" (exuse me, please. Mr. Riley, will you come with me for a moment?)
Adam, who understood Spanish fluently, stood and accompanied her outside.
As soon as the doors shut Eve looked at him incrediously.
"You're trying to set up your son! With a bimbo no less!"
"Well yes considering the woman he wants is much to old and is married. Yes I am." Adam glared at her.
"Who does he want? The Queen of England?"
"No, silly girl! You!"
Eve's jaw dropped. "Bloody hell," was all she said before walking back into the dining room.
"Mis disculpas. El era grosero a su hijo." (my apologies, he was being inconsiderate to his son.)
Jack listened carefully. "¿Por qué no habla usted inglés ahora?" (why not speak english now?)
"Porque confundo mucho de personas estupidas." (because I'm confusing these really stupid people)
"Trata de hacer su hijo se casa a esta chica estúpida," Eve continued, "y él mereció más." (he's trying to set his son up with this stupid girl and he deserves better)
Christian spoke up as Adam walked in the room. "Quizá usted debe tratar un idioma que yo no sé." (maybe you should try a language I don't know)
"¡Adam! ¡Yo no supe que su hijo habló español con soltura!" Eve said, smiling. (adam, I didn't know your son spoke spanish fluently.) "¿Habla él francés bien tambien?" (does he speak french well too?)
"No, no yo hablo frances. Pero no tu hablas frances!" (no I don't speak french. But don't speak it!). Christian spoke up, not wanting to be left out of the conversation.
Mr. McGreggor watched the rapid-fire language shoot by him and gave up.
"M. Riley, j'aime votre fils beaucoup," Eve began speaking in French, her favorite language. Jack watched, amazed, as the poetic formation of each word fell from her lips like tears. "Ne pas le donner à une fille stupide comme elle." (Mr. Riley, I like your son very much. Don't give him to a stupid girl like her.)
Adam looked infuriated. "Bien, Eve, vous ferait plutôt il vous a joint sur votre bateau de pirate?" (Well, Eve, would you rather he joined you on your pirate ship?)
"Oui, en fait!" (yes in fact)
"Le puits le demande alors!" (Well ask him then!)
Eve stepped back, the her face grew resolute. She sighed and turned to Christian. "Christian, Vous me joindriez sur mon bateau comme un pirate? Sur le Dark Angel?" (Will you join me and become a pirate? On the Dark Angel?)
Christian looked at her uncertainly. Eve sighed. "¿Usted nos unirá en el Dark Angel y un pirata es? Usted se sentirá libre, prometo. Es tanto mejor que la tierra." (will you join us on the Dark Angel and be a pirate? You'll feel free, I promise. It's so much better than land)
Christian looked at Eve, then at Adam. He stared as if waiting for recognition. Adam nodded, shrugged, and walked out of the room.
"Si."
"Cheers, my good lad! Then I'll see you when we set off!"
Mr. McGreggor looked up. "How do you remember three languages?"
"My dear sir, I also know Italian, Russian, Portuguese, Latin, German, and a touch of traditional chinese."
The eyes of the McGreggors widened. "You are schooled well for a female! For anyone!"
"Quite. Jack here knows the Oriental languages. I'm all the romance ones and German ones."
Everyone looked to Jack. He shrugged. "We sail. On long voyages you have nothing better to do than learn the language of the place you're going to next."
The family looked to Elijah and Will. Will laughed, "I haven't sailed in years. I don't know anything but English and a tad of French."
Elijah looked uncomfortable with the attention suddenly on him. "Eh, I know some Latin, I speak Welsh because of my heritage, and German I picked up. Eve taught me Spanish."
"You taught him! Well!" McGreggor smiled at Eve.
Anna, who had been quiet for quite some time, looked around and said, "That's amazing."
Eve raised an eyebrow, but controlled a nasty one-liner from popping out of her mouth when Jack put his arm around her. "And that's why I love her."
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In the last chapter the song was "Your Song" from the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. And for those of you questioning the languages, well she did have all those years. That's a LOT of spare time. Oh, and I'm a Spanish/French person, but my French is pretty rusty so if it's nasty I'm sorry. A lot of words I checked in my lil translating dictionary.
Happy New Years! I have 11 minutes over here til 2004 starts!
~*untypical*~