Disclaimer: Still don't own anyone from Pirates Of The Caribbean: Curse Of
The Black Pearl. Sadly. . . I would so totally love to hang around with
Johnny Depp. He's so handsome as Captain Jack Sparrow. I do not own the
Doxie Lauren or any of the other doxies--with the exception of Migonette
whom I am only using to run the Jack-gets-slapped-in-the-face joke--that I
may decided to put in here. They belong to themselves. On with chapter
three of this non-Mary Sue (despite how it may look, I'm trying to not make
this a mary sue. It's kind of mock- mary sue) ficcy.
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Chapter 3--
Finally off of that island by some act of God, Jack and Will were in a bar on one of Jack's favorite ports. The captain looked to be drunk, but with Jack Sparrow, who can tell when he is or isn't drunk? Will was having a hard time being comfortable. It felt like someone was watching them so closely. He looked around the bar. No one caught his attention. But as it is in the nature of that feeling, it just wouldn't go away. Who in the world was watching them? Again, he scanned the bar. It was this time that he saw them. Barbosa's crew. . .
"Jack," Will said urgently, shaking Jack's shoulder. "Jack! It's the crew!!"
"My crew? What's my crew doing here?" He turned around curiously. Right away, he saw the crew, but it wasn't the one that he expected. He muttered a curse under his breath. The whore in his lap was soon seated in a chair and Jack was half way to the exit when Will realized that he was gone.
The crew was waiting for Jack outside of the bar. They stood, weapons raised, ready for anything the witty captain might try.
"Jack Sparrow, it is your fault that we all are dead," the leader-guy said. "And now, we shall have our revenge."
"I think not," Will said. He drew his sword and charged foward. Jack was right behind him. Yet another battle started, and Will and the brave captain came out on top. Imagine that. Luck was just on their side lately.
"Jack Sparrow!!" Jack turned around at the sound of his name, and recieved not one but two sharp slaps to the face.
"OW!!!!"
"You deserved that," a little dark-haired woman said, her hands on her hips and glaring up at him.
"Aye, I did, Marlena, but I can explain everything, I swear."
"Sure," Marlena said disbelievingly.
"You are scum, Sparrow," the other woman said, this one with light brown hair.
"Never, in a million years, could you explain what you did to us and get yourself off of the hook." Marlena was in a mood similar to that of a wet setting hen. As a wise man once said, 'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.' *
Will watched as the two women and Jack bickered. Captain Jack Sparrow may have the gift of a silver tongue to talk himself out of any situation on the high seas or get himself out of jail, but when it came to talking the women down, he just wasn't as gifted as he acted.
"Fine, fine!" the Captain yelled in frustration. "I'll take the both of you on me ship! But if anything--ANYTHING--happens to either one of you or me ship OR me crew, then the both of you are responsible. Got it?"
"Got it," both of the young doxies squealed happily. "BUT!"
"But what," Jack asked suspiciously.
"But," said Marlena, "you must agree to let us bring our friend along. She's like a sister to us. We can't just leave her alone here wtih these kind of men for company. Please, Jack? I mean, Cap'n Jack Sparrow?" Marlena fluttered her long black eyelashes at Jack, her eyes pleading with him.
Jack caved, of course. Within no time, the Captain and Will were leading the two doxies to the small boat that they had required from a drunken fisherman.
"I thought you said that you had a crew," Marlena said suspiciously.
"And I thought you said that you had a ship," Migonette(the light haired doxie) said.
"I do," assured Jack. "But at the moment, they're. . .momentarily displaced. Don't worry, ladies, we shall find them. Now, where is this 'sister' of which we have heard so much about."
"Right here, Mon Captain," said a soft, feminine voice behind him.
Leaning on a sign, was a young female with chocolate hair. She smiled cheekily at Jack, then at Will. On the young blacksmith, her eyes froze. The emotion clearly written all over her face was one well reconizable. She was totally, completely, undeinably, head-over-heels in love with Will. Marlena and Migonette rolled their eyes.
"Hello, Lauren," the two doxies said in unison. "This is Captain Jack Sparrow, and that is WIll Turner."
"Welcome aboard, ladies," Jack said sadly. Everyone knew that it was bad luck to have women aboard. Now he had three to deal with, not to mention Anna Maria when the crew was found. Jack and Will still had no clue to their whereabouts. But they would find them soon. Even if they had to go to the ends of the Earth. They were pirates, and even pirates had some idea of honor amongst themselves.
At the present time, Lauren was clinging to Will's arm, Marlena was in a good-natured argument with Jack, and Migonette was leaning over the side of the ship, looking down at the water. Already, they were wearing thin on Jack's nerves. Yet, the Captain couldn't get up the nerve to tell them that they had to go. Maybe they were rubbing off on him. . .
E N D O F C H A P T E R 3
* - I read that somewhere, and I'm not sure who wrote it, but I DID NOT WRITE IT! I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT WHATSOEVER! Don't sue, please.
Chapter 3--
Finally off of that island by some act of God, Jack and Will were in a bar on one of Jack's favorite ports. The captain looked to be drunk, but with Jack Sparrow, who can tell when he is or isn't drunk? Will was having a hard time being comfortable. It felt like someone was watching them so closely. He looked around the bar. No one caught his attention. But as it is in the nature of that feeling, it just wouldn't go away. Who in the world was watching them? Again, he scanned the bar. It was this time that he saw them. Barbosa's crew. . .
"Jack," Will said urgently, shaking Jack's shoulder. "Jack! It's the crew!!"
"My crew? What's my crew doing here?" He turned around curiously. Right away, he saw the crew, but it wasn't the one that he expected. He muttered a curse under his breath. The whore in his lap was soon seated in a chair and Jack was half way to the exit when Will realized that he was gone.
The crew was waiting for Jack outside of the bar. They stood, weapons raised, ready for anything the witty captain might try.
"Jack Sparrow, it is your fault that we all are dead," the leader-guy said. "And now, we shall have our revenge."
"I think not," Will said. He drew his sword and charged foward. Jack was right behind him. Yet another battle started, and Will and the brave captain came out on top. Imagine that. Luck was just on their side lately.
"Jack Sparrow!!" Jack turned around at the sound of his name, and recieved not one but two sharp slaps to the face.
"OW!!!!"
"You deserved that," a little dark-haired woman said, her hands on her hips and glaring up at him.
"Aye, I did, Marlena, but I can explain everything, I swear."
"Sure," Marlena said disbelievingly.
"You are scum, Sparrow," the other woman said, this one with light brown hair.
"Never, in a million years, could you explain what you did to us and get yourself off of the hook." Marlena was in a mood similar to that of a wet setting hen. As a wise man once said, 'Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor Hell a fury like a woman scorned.' *
Will watched as the two women and Jack bickered. Captain Jack Sparrow may have the gift of a silver tongue to talk himself out of any situation on the high seas or get himself out of jail, but when it came to talking the women down, he just wasn't as gifted as he acted.
"Fine, fine!" the Captain yelled in frustration. "I'll take the both of you on me ship! But if anything--ANYTHING--happens to either one of you or me ship OR me crew, then the both of you are responsible. Got it?"
"Got it," both of the young doxies squealed happily. "BUT!"
"But what," Jack asked suspiciously.
"But," said Marlena, "you must agree to let us bring our friend along. She's like a sister to us. We can't just leave her alone here wtih these kind of men for company. Please, Jack? I mean, Cap'n Jack Sparrow?" Marlena fluttered her long black eyelashes at Jack, her eyes pleading with him.
Jack caved, of course. Within no time, the Captain and Will were leading the two doxies to the small boat that they had required from a drunken fisherman.
"I thought you said that you had a crew," Marlena said suspiciously.
"And I thought you said that you had a ship," Migonette(the light haired doxie) said.
"I do," assured Jack. "But at the moment, they're. . .momentarily displaced. Don't worry, ladies, we shall find them. Now, where is this 'sister' of which we have heard so much about."
"Right here, Mon Captain," said a soft, feminine voice behind him.
Leaning on a sign, was a young female with chocolate hair. She smiled cheekily at Jack, then at Will. On the young blacksmith, her eyes froze. The emotion clearly written all over her face was one well reconizable. She was totally, completely, undeinably, head-over-heels in love with Will. Marlena and Migonette rolled their eyes.
"Hello, Lauren," the two doxies said in unison. "This is Captain Jack Sparrow, and that is WIll Turner."
"Welcome aboard, ladies," Jack said sadly. Everyone knew that it was bad luck to have women aboard. Now he had three to deal with, not to mention Anna Maria when the crew was found. Jack and Will still had no clue to their whereabouts. But they would find them soon. Even if they had to go to the ends of the Earth. They were pirates, and even pirates had some idea of honor amongst themselves.
At the present time, Lauren was clinging to Will's arm, Marlena was in a good-natured argument with Jack, and Migonette was leaning over the side of the ship, looking down at the water. Already, they were wearing thin on Jack's nerves. Yet, the Captain couldn't get up the nerve to tell them that they had to go. Maybe they were rubbing off on him. . .
E N D O F C H A P T E R 3
* - I read that somewhere, and I'm not sure who wrote it, but I DID NOT WRITE IT! I TAKE NO CREDIT FOR IT WHATSOEVER! Don't sue, please.