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Captainme

Coutess of Angels

Little Miss Sparrow

Caribbean Babe

SO SORRY FOR MAKING YOU GUYS WAIT ON THIS!! Ninth grade has just been so hectic, so I haven't had a lot of time to get back to writing. Enjoy!!

Captain Christopher Wiley paced about his cabin, his mind racing as he waited for his first mate to arrive. He had been burning holes through his floor with his feet for the past ten minutes, yet it seemed as though they were years. Finally, a rough knock sounded at the door, answered by his gruff voice, "Get in here." The door creaked open, but he didn't stop his pacing to see who it was.

"Ye needed t' see me, Cap'n?" Wiley seized his pondering long enough to make eye contact with the new presence. Christopher nodded and motioned for her to take a seat on his bed. Emerald did as instructed and closed the door before taking a spot on her captain's cot, "Did I do somethin' wrong?"

In a flash, Christopher pulled his oak desk chair in front of the first mate and straddled it, his eyes glowing in rage as he leveled them with Emerald's confused ones, "I can' find 'im."

She furrowed her brows together confusedly, "Who? Sparrow?"

Chris rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in an exasperated manner, "No, Emerald, flippin' Neptune himself! Of course I'm talkin' 'bout Sparrow! We've been tryin' t' trail the Pearl for nay two-"

"Three."

"Three weeks! His bratty li'l sister is down in the galley-"

"Brig now."

"Brig, an' he's nowhere t' be found!"

Emerald opened her mouth, but was interrupted by a new feminine voice, "I think I may know where he is."

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Night had come a little than expected. As it engulfed the up the sun, spitting out fragments of it, called stars, the sky grew darker every second that passed by. The wind had begun to pick up a little as well. It kissed against his cheek and played with his hair. The bakery doors closed, and the buildings shut down. He watched the window lanterns dim down until they left nothing but shadows against the moonlight. His feet kicked up a few grains of rubble, and he walked cautiously down the streets.

"Where are you going, Mister?" His gaze wandered down at the sudden question. He focused them on a pair of sparkling moon silver eyes, framed by the smooth tan of her skin and dirty brown hair. A thick mane. A wolf child howling on a mountaintop, she seemed.

He offered her a sided smile and glanced ahead at the three figures that walked ahead of him. He looked back down at the girl, only to see his worn boots and the rocky earth beneath his feet. He snapped his head up and searched around for any signs of the mysterious girl, but all that met his eyes was the forever lasting ocean of night sky.

"Hey, Elliot, come on! You're going to miss the best part!" The blond-haired man focused back on his small group and nodded off with a small smile.

"Just keep on! I'll be at your heels in a moment." He watched the three children disappear into the darkness, their shadows being the last to vanish as well. Elliot turned his head around once more to see if he could find the girl. How could she have run off so quickly? He had only looked up for a quick second. There was no way she could have made off without him even noticing. Unless-

"What are you doing, Mister?" Elliot gasped and looked back down, surprised.

No one.

"Er...Little girl?" The whistle and wind passed near his ears, accompanied by the airborne gossip and conversations that roamed the air as well, "Anyone there?" He received an answer, but only the giggling and laughter of his young companions, as well as music and talking. Sighing to himself, he figured that he might as well catch up with them before they decided to get themselves caught in the hands of an ogre or slaughtered by a unicorn. With those three, anything was possible.

He continued to walk, revealing the moon child that now stood in his previous spot as soon as he was out of sight. She threw her head back and howled into the night before disappearing once more, "Howooo!"

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Tia, Jack, and Anamaria stood in the front of the large group of people that encircled a group of jesters, laughing and cheering. The two men put on a performance for the crowd of people, playing around as a drunken pirate and a clumsy gypsy. The crowd clapped to the beat of the fiddler's tune, swaying from side-to-side at the rhythm. The performance continued as Elliot eased through the crowd and took a spot beside the children.

The gypsy, a bulky man dressed as a woman, twisted his hips, shimmying and shaking about. He bumped into the drunken pirate, a sober man clad in torn rags, bottles in his hands, and a dazed look in his eyes. When the gypsy man, er, woman, bumped into him, the drunkard tipped and toppled about, "Whoa! Such a pretty woman, such a mighty force. -hiccup- What a woman! Hey, hey! I can swoop-dee-swoop my hips like dat too! Looksie at me!" The drunkard began to imitate the gypsy's dance moves, receiving more giggles for his foolish effort.

The gypsy watched the pirate with interest. Only when he began to descend towards the ground did she, er, he, decided to intervene, "Whoa!" He caught the man, "Slow down there, honey, you're going to hurt yourself! You wouldn't want to split your head on the ground before all these delightful people, would you?"

The drunkard hiccuped again as he gazed up into the gypsy's eyes, still being held up by the tall man, "Yer a purdy li'l thang! Look, there be me booty! After dat villainous, scandalous, murderous pirate who stole me booty!"

The gypsy did a quick check down to look at the pirate's hind quarter's, "What are you talking about, foolish man, you still have your booty!" The gypsy gasped and looked behind himself to see his own rear, letting the pirate fall to the ground with a thud, "Where's mine? He didn't steal my booty, did he? The bastard!" The crowd began to howl with laughter as the fiddler continued to play his happy tune. Brazilian civilians slapped their knees and cheered for more, so the act continued.

The pirate clumsily stood up, chuckling madly to himself, "No no, luvvy, believe me, ye still got it! 'Tis a full moon tonigh'! Howooo!" Jack and Tia had to lean on one another for support as their sides ached with laughter, their faces stained with tears, and their lungs gasping for breath.

"Oh my goodness, this is fantastic! They're so stupid!" Jack cried out, Tia agreeing as she tried to control her tears.

"Absolutely! They're nuts! Aren't you glad we convinced E to stay?"

"Ho yeah." He, Ana, Tia, and Elliot continued to watch the act for the next few minutes. The two of them moved onto smashing bottles on each other's head, and even got a few volunteers from the audience to play along. By the time it was all done, though, the jesters took their final bow as the crowd tossed coins in their offering hat.

"Thank you! Thank you for your time and participation!" Cried the actor of the drunken pirate, "You have truly been a wonderful audience, and we hope to see you again! Good night!" He and the actor of the gypsy bowed once more before packing up their money and disappearing into the distance.

Anamaria smirked, "That was great. Do they come every year?"

Tia nodded with a smile as the four of them walked away, "Yeah. Quite an interesting duo, those two. My mum was the first to bring me to see them when I was four, and I've been going ever since. And the interesting thing is is that they only perform at night."

"Interesting." Jack commented, "What should we do now?"

"Head back to the ship."

"What?" The three young children whined in unison. They each gazed up at Elliot with saddened eyes, "Why?"

"Because, this town is just gettin weirder and weirder by the minute."

Ana pinched her eyebrows together, "How? It seems perfectly fine to me."

The remembrance of the young moon girl crossed throughout his mind as he led them past the bookstore, "I have my reasons."

"But, Mr. Turner!" Ana groaned, "I like it here!" She hugged E around his waist, resting her chin against his stomach as she groaned. Normally, she wouldn't stoop to such a low level, but she'd make an exception this one time, "Please, Mr. Turner? Sure, there's a few odd things in the air, but you have to admit, it's really cool here. Doncha think?"

He smiled and strung his fingers through her hair, as though it were a lyre, and then quickly stopped and flatly said, "No."

Maria sighed and let go, "No?"

"No. You said you wanted to stay here for a couple of weeks, and we did. So, now, we're moving on." He gently moved Ana to the side and continued on with the threesome slugging behind, "Oh, don't pout, kiddos. It doesn't suit you."

"But we don't want to leave." Complained Jack, "We were adapting."

"Well, you can adapt in your quarters, because that's exactly where you guys are headed."

Jack scrunched his eyebrows together, "Tia too?"

Elliot nodded, not bothering to make eye contact with the younger child, "Tia too."

"Mr. Turner," Ana began, "You can't just take somebody else's child without their parent's permission. You know that, right? It's considered kidnaping." It wasn't as though Ana had something against Tia, it's just that it would probably be better if Dalma stayed home, right? Right? No, that wasn't it. The bull's eye was hit: She didn't like Tia.

"It's alright," Dalma commented, "I don' even know where dey're at right now. Dey could be halfway t' China right now, an' I wouldn' even know."

Elliot chuckled, "Oh really?"

Tia nodded.

"So does this mean she's coming?" Sparrow asked hopefully. Despite the fact that she causes just as much pain as Ana, physically and mentally, it was still nice to have her around.

Elliot sighed and thought it over. Did he honestly want to bring another child aboard? Have more mischief and trouble to deal with? Did he really want to have another, if not worse, version of Anamaria roaming about his ankles? Did he want to take the risk of losing his sanity just to keep them happy? You're such a softie, Elliot. I'm ashamed of you. He thought to himself with disappointment. Finally, he answered, "Fine." Jack, Tia, and An-, er, Jack and Tia, cried with joy at the news. It would be so much fun to have the small group of friends onboard together!

Ana kicked up the dirt, "Peachy," Her almost forgotten cat leapt into her arms as they all boarded Elliot's ship, "Just peachy."

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"How in blue blazes did ye get out, lass?" The captain cried, "I though' we locked ye up in the galley-"

"Brig."

"Brig, until we made it t' port!"

Heahvanlee twirled the large hoop of keys around her finger, a devious smile plastered on her face, "You need to train your men better, Captain Wiley. They're very easily...persuaded."

"What ye talkin' about, woman, 'cause yer makin' no sense t' me whatsoever."

Emerald rolled her eyes. Just what she needed: a dense captain. She motioned for Chris to lean his ear towards her as she whispered a better understanding of what Sparrow was trying to say. He jerked away when she was through, his eyes lit with rage as he eyed Heahvanlee, "Ye've gotta be kiddin' me, lass."

"Unfortunately, no. Mice are more intelligent than your men, Captain, and I now see where it comes from."

Chris rose from his chair, blade in hand, "Pardon me, Missy, but yer in no position t' be so rash, an' tossin' insults 'round like that'? Yer pushin' yer luck mighty far." He motioned towards the chair he had been sitting in, "Sit down."

"I'll stand up." She said stubbornly.

He pushed Heahvanlee against the wall, the edge of his blade cratering the skin on her neck, "Ye'll sit down." She bumped up her chin a bit and peered down at him through her lashes with defiance. He sunk the blade in deeper until he received a successful gasp and wince. He watched the thin trail of blood trickle down her collarbone and disappear into her bodice with his piercing eyes, "Ye're a bit too brazen fer m' likin', Sparrow. I find tha' very unattractive in a woman." He removed the blade from her neck and tossed Heahvanlee to the chair. She glared up at him, but showed no sign of fear toward his aggressive behavior as he grit his teeth, "Speak."

She did not meet his gaze as she let her eyes roam the captain's quarters. It was a bit odd to see that it was actually clean and not completely ransacked, "Speak!" He growled forcefully. Heahvanlee startled at the sudden outburst, forgetting that he had spoken to her.

"Pardon?"

"Ye said ye knew why we couldn' fin' yer blasted brother, now I wan' an explanation!"

She narrowed her eyes, "Correction, Sir, I said that I might know what happened to him. The way you just filled my mouth with those words makes it sound like you think I know exactly his whereabouts." She brushed Emerald's hand away when the pirate woman had offered her a cool rag to stem the blood flow of her cut.

Wiley chuckled and shook his head from side-to-side, "Ho boy. You Sparrows, all o' ye, don' know when or how t' stop flickin' yer tongues. Such witty folk, ye are."

She cast a half smile, "Thanks."

Christopher's face hardened, "I detest witty folk."

Heahvanlee sat back, "Oh. Well, er, as I said before, I may know why you can't locate him. But," She continued when she noted that Chris had opened his mouth to interject, "The master doesn't get to brush the kitty's back without the kitty first getting her milk bowl from her master."

Chris narrowed his eyes curiously, "An' what milk is Kitty suggestin'?"

"Her freedom."

He rose his thick brows high until his forehead was molded over with wrinkles. He chuckled, "Her freedom? Dove, yer lucky ye e'en lasted the first two days withou' me killin' ye."

"My freedom for your information, Captain Wiley. Take it, or leave it, and I don't do any 'I O U's', ye savvyin', mate?"

Wiley snarled, but nodded anyways. He was obviously not going to win with her unless he abided by her terms, "Aye. Where're ye gonna be dropped?"

She reached into her bodice and pulled out a torn piece of parchment from between the pocket of her breasts. She handed it to him, "Tortuga. Noon. Two stars from now." Chris wearily accepted the paper as he listened to her.

"Alright. Now, what's this here?" He eyed the folded paper with amazement. How in the world did he end up in this position? He was being persuaded by a woman in order to get what he needed!

"That," She nodded towards the worn paper, "is a map of the Caribbean."

"An' I care 'bout this...why?"

Heahvanlee rolled her eyes, "Because, that map has marks of all the towns, taverns, islands that Nic and I have been to and usually go to. I suggest you go to the places marked with circles first though. Those are the places that he and I always go to first."

Chris nodded, "I see. So, yer tellin' me tha' yer brother is in any of these here places marked with circles?"

"Eighty percent chance."

"What about the other twenty?"

"He'd either be in one of those places marked with an X, although we had both sworn we'd never go back, or he's dead."

Wiley nodded, "Yes, yes. And yer positive that this is where he probably is?"

"Exactly."

He smirked with a twinkle in his eye, "Thanks for yer input in this little cause, m'dear. Emerald?" He pinned his eyes on the first mate.

"Aye?"

"Take Ms. Sparrow back down t' the brig. We'll be makin' a li'l pit stop tonight."

"Where to?"

He laughed, "Tortuga!"

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The winds had caught up with them for the last few minutes, in which helped them get to their destination faster than expected. As the Captain Wiley and his crew made berth in Tortuga's harbor, the beautiful scenery brought them members back home. It had been so long since they had dealt a hand of cards, drunken themselves to a stupor, or even welcomed the warmth of a woman's flesh.

"Now, don' be gettin' no ideas, boys, we ain' stayin'!" The crew groaned, "We're jus' 'ere t' drop of the bird an' be on our way! Bu', I promise tha' once Sparrow is killed an' the Pearl in my possession, ye can live in Tortuga for all I care! For now, though, 'tis strictly business! Understood?"

The crew heaved a depressed sigh, "Aye, Captain."

"Good, now drop the anchor! Emerald, go get Sparrow!"

The crew of the Bloody Mary docked and waited for their captain's further instructions. Heahvanlee was brought up deck with Emerald's strong grip on her forearms, and Wiley led them down the gangplank. The three of them made their way through the bustling groups of people. The taverns were packed to the gills, and the usual "unique" stench was unusually, and quite sickeningly, strong tonight, "Right here will be fine." Heahvanlee insisted once they made it to "The Lonely Lover".

"Alrigty then." Christopher cried with glee, "Off wit ye, woman! Come on, Emerald, we gotta Sparrow to catch!" Heahvanlee watched with triumph as the two pirates made their way back to the ship, knocking over drunkards in the process. She giggled and walked into the tavern.

"I need a drink."

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"Captain Wiley?" Emerald questioned quietly.

Chris laughed, holding the prized map in his grimy hands, "What is it, Emmie, cancha see I'm rejoicing? Out wit' it!"

"I want to capture Nic just as much as you do, and claim the Caribbean's fastest ship too. But, please explain to me as to why his own little sister would give up his coordinates to his location so willingly? I mean, after all, they were close and all, I still find it quite odd that she would actually tell you." She took the map and flipped it over onto the back, "And onto the back of a sheet of paper that says, 'Never underestimate a woman, Wiley, never"

The new information struck a nerve in Christopher. That little wench had tricked him! He took the map back and tore it into pieces on the deck. He stomped on it with rage, and spit on it with fury. He snatched the rum bottles out of his sashe and threw them to the deck, crying out with loathe as the bottles crashed.

"Damn you Heavanlee Sparrow!"

AGTNR: Reviews are such gentle creatures. But, why don't you like to have fun with one? And I know I had said it would be someone's birthday in this chapter, and with the way I had wrote it before, it WAS, but I had decided that it wouldn't be able to fit with this. So, at the VERY beginning of 22, you'll see who it is. Sorry!