I wrote an extra long (or at least relatively long) chapter for my
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Captain Jack Sparrow ducked a swipe of the sharp sword that was aimed at his dreadlocked head. But instead of avoiding contact he met a foot to the chest that pushed him against the deck. Captain Morpheous of the Dark Dream pointed his sword at Jack's pounding heart.
"Good-bye, Sparrow. It hasn't been a pleasure," He said with an evil, (barely) toothy grin.
"Excuse me, sah."
Morpheous turned around to face the velvety voice behind him. To his surprise, a woman stood there with a shining pistol pointed at his forehead. He looked up at it, only to see his own terrified eyes.
"Only I can do something to Jack Sparrow's heart. So I think ye should find another' man, luv," Said a mischeviously smiling Angel.
Morpheous grew red in the face and went to a take a swing at her head.
"NOBODY TOUCHES ME WIFE, MORPEOUS!" Jack ran his sharp blade straight through Morpheous's heart.
"Ye alright, me luv?" Jack said, smiling at her.
"Of course. Ye know, I don' think 'e would 'ave reacted so much if 'e 'ad known that there's no powder, eh?" They laughed, kissed quickly, then linked dirt-encrusted hands and swaggered back to the peer that the Black Pearl was docked, swaying in their laughter.
Jack looked around, searching for a tall, dark-skinned woman. In his impatience he stalked around, until the irritation built up, and then:
"ANAMARIA!" Jack shouted, startling the seagulls that had settled on the mast and sails of the Black Pearl.
"Aye Captain?" She said, coming out of the galley with a piece of baguette in her hardened hands.
"I still owe ye a ship?"
"Aye," Anamaria said slowly. She wondered to herself if this was another one of Jack's gags.
"Happy Christmas, luv. Morpheous's ship is yers."
"But.I don't want to.leave! Wait.what happened to Morpeous?"
"Ye don't got to leave, luv," Jack said, sighing, "if ye want to follow about the Black Pearl, I'll be sure to slow down a bits. An' the crew shouln' give ye any problems."
"Aye, Captain. But what happened to Morpheous?" Her impatience grew as much as Jack's did when he was frusterated.
"No time. Ask Angel, o'er 'ere. So, you scallywags, this is Tortuga! What are ye all doin' aboard? Get yer asses off my ship!" Jack grinned and wrapped his arm around Angel.
Isabella took the name Angel Sparrow when she got married, on her own idea. No adjustments seemed to be needed with the crew, since they all called her Angel anyway. For technical and recognition uses, her full name was Isabella Angel Sparrow. And today, their one-year anniversary, the Black Pearl had docked in Tortuga for Angel's latest tattoo: angel wings on her shoulder blades with a IAS + CJS in a heart in the middle.
Jack was there for a specific tattoo as well. To get an coligraphic A drawn over his heart.
If that wasn't the truest love, then nothing would be.
Walking into a bar new to them and Tortuga, Jack and Angel sauntered gayly up to a table that a English man about Angel's age was lounging at.
"Hello, luv, mind if we join ye?" Angel said in the pirate's vocabulary that had grown on her over the year.
"Would Captain Adam Riley turn down the request of a beautiful woman," He said as he turned around, then catching view of Jack, "And her husband. Of course. Have a seat. My name, as you've probably gathered, is Adam Riley."
"Adam WHAT?" Angel gaped.
"Riley." The man raised his well defined eyebrows.
"So YOU were sent back too, then?"
"Eve?!"
"Eve?" Jack raised his eyebrows too. "No, not Eve. Isabella, Angel if you know her well enough." He wrapped an arm around her waist.
Both men looked at Angel, who's eyebrows went up. A waitress came up behind her and she turned, barked some nasty words at her, and turned back around to look the man straight in the eyes. "Adam.it's really you? My god! I thought."
Adam reached over to give her a platonic hug, but was stopped by Jack's blade. "Nobody," he growled, "touches me wife."
Adam backed up, but looked at Angel in surprise. "Eve.you're married?" He chuckled heartily. "Eve, the wife of a pirate. But."
" What's wrong with that, mate? And by the way, It's Angel. MRS. Sparrow to ye, sah." Jack grew possessive. Angel threw him a nasty look. She was no one's but her owns, and she thought Jack had known that.
"Mrs. Sparrow to you? Does that make you Jack Sparrow?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, luv."
Adam looked to Angel and saw her look of disgust. "I am no mans, my love," she said to Jack, "And I would appreciate you to remove your sword. Adam and I are old friends. Nothing more, dear."
"You married a pirate, let alone the captain of the Black Pearl?"
"And it's of no business of yours. I suppose you're doing much better!"
"Actually I am. I have been announced Commodore of Port Royale, as of a year ago today. To take a very good man's place."
"Commodore Samual Norrington." The three said at the same time.
"Yes, well, the crew of the Intrepid brought me here to celebrate the anniversary. Tortuga, can any man get enough?" Adam continued and smiled non-chalantly.
'You're beginning to sound like every other man here,' thought Angel, 'my, how people change here.'
"Look at you!" Exclaimed Adam after he took a good look at her. Angel was debating whether she should be upset that he was staring at her. "You've changed. Your hair is so long!"
'I wouldn't talk, you're wearing a wig.'
"And you're married? You look so familiar now.I can't remember why." Adam's hand automatically went to his embroidered pocket, where it traveled to so many times before. Angel watched in curiousity with wide green eyes as he pulled a folded picture out of it and layed it on the table. Even Jack watched with great interest as he slowly unfolded it.
"A year and five months I've had this picture. I could never remember who it was, where I got it.haven't looked at it in so long.but I kept it.good luck charm, perhaps."
Angel and Jack's eyes widened in amazement as they realized that the picture was of them and the Black Pearl. And the caption around it, it was about them! The necklace, the dress, the hair, Jack, the ship.everything was there.
"Isabella Angel. Did you drop Isabella?" Adam questioned as soon as he got over the initial shock himself.
"For formalities only," Angel said with the same facial expressions as Jack had when he talked. She played with the many rings on her long hand and bitched at the obviously new waitress for a bottle of rum.
"Make that two, luv! There's a lot of explaining that's going to be happening." Jack said with a slight slur and impatience, paired with his usual confusion.
"Rum!?" Adam exclaimed procariously. "Since when do you drink rum?"
Captain Jack Sparrow ducked a swipe of the sharp sword that was aimed at his dreadlocked head. But instead of avoiding contact he met a foot to the chest that pushed him against the deck. Captain Morpheous of the Dark Dream pointed his sword at Jack's pounding heart.
"Good-bye, Sparrow. It hasn't been a pleasure," He said with an evil, (barely) toothy grin.
"Excuse me, sah."
Morpheous turned around to face the velvety voice behind him. To his surprise, a woman stood there with a shining pistol pointed at his forehead. He looked up at it, only to see his own terrified eyes.
"Only I can do something to Jack Sparrow's heart. So I think ye should find another' man, luv," Said a mischeviously smiling Angel.
Morpheous grew red in the face and went to a take a swing at her head.
"NOBODY TOUCHES ME WIFE, MORPEOUS!" Jack ran his sharp blade straight through Morpheous's heart.
"Ye alright, me luv?" Jack said, smiling at her.
"Of course. Ye know, I don' think 'e would 'ave reacted so much if 'e 'ad known that there's no powder, eh?" They laughed, kissed quickly, then linked dirt-encrusted hands and swaggered back to the peer that the Black Pearl was docked, swaying in their laughter.
Jack looked around, searching for a tall, dark-skinned woman. In his impatience he stalked around, until the irritation built up, and then:
"ANAMARIA!" Jack shouted, startling the seagulls that had settled on the mast and sails of the Black Pearl.
"Aye Captain?" She said, coming out of the galley with a piece of baguette in her hardened hands.
"I still owe ye a ship?"
"Aye," Anamaria said slowly. She wondered to herself if this was another one of Jack's gags.
"Happy Christmas, luv. Morpheous's ship is yers."
"But.I don't want to.leave! Wait.what happened to Morpeous?"
"Ye don't got to leave, luv," Jack said, sighing, "if ye want to follow about the Black Pearl, I'll be sure to slow down a bits. An' the crew shouln' give ye any problems."
"Aye, Captain. But what happened to Morpheous?" Her impatience grew as much as Jack's did when he was frusterated.
"No time. Ask Angel, o'er 'ere. So, you scallywags, this is Tortuga! What are ye all doin' aboard? Get yer asses off my ship!" Jack grinned and wrapped his arm around Angel.
Isabella took the name Angel Sparrow when she got married, on her own idea. No adjustments seemed to be needed with the crew, since they all called her Angel anyway. For technical and recognition uses, her full name was Isabella Angel Sparrow. And today, their one-year anniversary, the Black Pearl had docked in Tortuga for Angel's latest tattoo: angel wings on her shoulder blades with a IAS + CJS in a heart in the middle.
Jack was there for a specific tattoo as well. To get an coligraphic A drawn over his heart.
If that wasn't the truest love, then nothing would be.
Walking into a bar new to them and Tortuga, Jack and Angel sauntered gayly up to a table that a English man about Angel's age was lounging at.
"Hello, luv, mind if we join ye?" Angel said in the pirate's vocabulary that had grown on her over the year.
"Would Captain Adam Riley turn down the request of a beautiful woman," He said as he turned around, then catching view of Jack, "And her husband. Of course. Have a seat. My name, as you've probably gathered, is Adam Riley."
"Adam WHAT?" Angel gaped.
"Riley." The man raised his well defined eyebrows.
"So YOU were sent back too, then?"
"Eve?!"
"Eve?" Jack raised his eyebrows too. "No, not Eve. Isabella, Angel if you know her well enough." He wrapped an arm around her waist.
Both men looked at Angel, who's eyebrows went up. A waitress came up behind her and she turned, barked some nasty words at her, and turned back around to look the man straight in the eyes. "Adam.it's really you? My god! I thought."
Adam reached over to give her a platonic hug, but was stopped by Jack's blade. "Nobody," he growled, "touches me wife."
Adam backed up, but looked at Angel in surprise. "Eve.you're married?" He chuckled heartily. "Eve, the wife of a pirate. But."
" What's wrong with that, mate? And by the way, It's Angel. MRS. Sparrow to ye, sah." Jack grew possessive. Angel threw him a nasty look. She was no one's but her owns, and she thought Jack had known that.
"Mrs. Sparrow to you? Does that make you Jack Sparrow?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, luv."
Adam looked to Angel and saw her look of disgust. "I am no mans, my love," she said to Jack, "And I would appreciate you to remove your sword. Adam and I are old friends. Nothing more, dear."
"You married a pirate, let alone the captain of the Black Pearl?"
"And it's of no business of yours. I suppose you're doing much better!"
"Actually I am. I have been announced Commodore of Port Royale, as of a year ago today. To take a very good man's place."
"Commodore Samual Norrington." The three said at the same time.
"Yes, well, the crew of the Intrepid brought me here to celebrate the anniversary. Tortuga, can any man get enough?" Adam continued and smiled non-chalantly.
'You're beginning to sound like every other man here,' thought Angel, 'my, how people change here.'
"Look at you!" Exclaimed Adam after he took a good look at her. Angel was debating whether she should be upset that he was staring at her. "You've changed. Your hair is so long!"
'I wouldn't talk, you're wearing a wig.'
"And you're married? You look so familiar now.I can't remember why." Adam's hand automatically went to his embroidered pocket, where it traveled to so many times before. Angel watched in curiousity with wide green eyes as he pulled a folded picture out of it and layed it on the table. Even Jack watched with great interest as he slowly unfolded it.
"A year and five months I've had this picture. I could never remember who it was, where I got it.haven't looked at it in so long.but I kept it.good luck charm, perhaps."
Angel and Jack's eyes widened in amazement as they realized that the picture was of them and the Black Pearl. And the caption around it, it was about them! The necklace, the dress, the hair, Jack, the ship.everything was there.
"Isabella Angel. Did you drop Isabella?" Adam questioned as soon as he got over the initial shock himself.
"For formalities only," Angel said with the same facial expressions as Jack had when he talked. She played with the many rings on her long hand and bitched at the obviously new waitress for a bottle of rum.
"Make that two, luv! There's a lot of explaining that's going to be happening." Jack said with a slight slur and impatience, paired with his usual confusion.
"Rum!?" Adam exclaimed procariously. "Since when do you drink rum?"