Hello, all! I don't know when I'm posting this, but I wrote this chapter on Dec. 21. Woo! Grounded off the internet! Suffering from severe internet deprivation syndrome! Oh, well. Sorry for the wait! And thanks to all my wonderfully beautiful reviewers! I don't know who you are, but still, thanks much! Behold, the appearence of Captain Jack! Now, on to the story!
Chapter 3: Touch Me Again And I'll Bite You
It was midnight when Danielle returned to the docks. The moon was full and golden, making the dark wavelets shimmer.
But she wasn't looking at the waves. She had her eyes on the prize, the ship she'd been looking at earlier.
'Huh.' she thought. 'The Black Pearl. Sounds familiar...'
Footsteps thudded down the dock. Danielle shrank into the shadows behind a stack of barrels, just as a navy officer stomped by. She breathed a sigh of relief after he'd passed.
She slowly crept toward the gangplank and crawled up it, pausing at the top to peer around for a guard. Finally spotting him, she smirked. The same idiot from that morning, and asleep, too. She quickly glided across the deck, opened the hatch, and slipped inside.
Captain Jack Sparrow could not sleep. He was too eager (though he would never admit it) to be on his way to Port Royal, to see Will and Elizabeth.
"Ain't it dawn yet?" he yawned, peering out his cabin's window. 'Gibbs is asleep again.' he thought. 'Better go wake him up. Can't have me Pearl stolen.'
He moved toward the door, but stopped short.
Jack rushed back to the porthole.
'Coulda swore I just swore I just saw somethin' move...' he pondered, staring through the glass.
His eyes did not decieve him. There was someone, a girl by the look of her, sneaking down the hatch.
He smiled. It seemed they had another ship rat on board.
The next morning, Danille awoke stiff, cramped, and disoriented. Standing up, her head collided sharply with the lid of the barrel she'd spent the night in.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, rubbing her head, "Stupid bloody barrel!"
The lid was lifted off suddenly.
"Not the best place to spend the night, love."
She jerked her head back to look at the speaker, banging her head against the side of the barrel.
"Goddammit!"
The stranger cocked an eyebrow.
"Maybe ye'd best get outta there before ye hurt yerself more, love."
Muttering curses, she stood up and tried to clamber out of the wooden deathtrap. She only succeeded in knocking over the barrel and tumbling out onto the floor.
"Ouch...," she murmured, staring at he ceiling.
"Come on, love. Up ye get," the stranger said, picking her up and setting her on her feet.
"I'm fine," she insisted angily, yanking herself out of his grasp.
Now that Danielle was standing, she could finally get a good look at the stranger. He had long, bead-covered dreadlocks, dark, kohl-rimmed eyes, a beard twisted into two braids, and wore a playful, mocking smile on his handsome features.
She scowled. "How'd you know I was here?" she demanded.
"Saw ye crossin' the deck last night," he explained, waving his hands around as he talked.
She was silent for a few moments, and Jack took this oppurtunity to look at her. She had long, black hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was pulled back and tied, and she wore a loose shirt and breeches.
"What are you gonna do with me?"
Jack smiled suggestively. "Depends on what you can do for me," he replied.
"Touch me again and I'll bite you," Danielle said, baring her teeth.
"Ooo, I like 'em feisty." he smiled widely, showing several gold teeth among the pearly whites.
"What's your name?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. And ye, milady?" he asked, giving her a mocking bow.
"Danielle. Now, what are you going to do with me?"
"Most likely keep ye on 'til Port Royal, then kick ye out on yer arse. Unless you give me reason to keep you on board," he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Not very nice of you," Danielle commented, walking up the stairs toward the hatch.
Jack raced up the stairs after her, cutting in front of her and blocking her way to the hatch. "Well, if you prefer, I could throw you off the ship right now and let you drown in these shark-filled waters."
"Or, you could get out of my bloody way and let me out of this bloody hold."
Jack pretended to think about it for a few moments. "No, I don't think I will."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'll scream."
He raised his eyebrows as if to say, go right ahead.
She screamed. The loudest, shrillest, most bloodcurdling scream she could muster.
Jack clapped a hand over her mouth, stopping her screaming short.
"God, shut up!"
"I warned you," she said, her voice muffled by his hand.
"Alright! Alright! Follow me," he conceded, taking his hand off of her mouth, "Just don't scream!"
Danielle smirked, satisfied.
Jack turned and opened the hatch.
Chapter 3: Touch Me Again And I'll Bite You
It was midnight when Danielle returned to the docks. The moon was full and golden, making the dark wavelets shimmer.
But she wasn't looking at the waves. She had her eyes on the prize, the ship she'd been looking at earlier.
'Huh.' she thought. 'The Black Pearl. Sounds familiar...'
Footsteps thudded down the dock. Danielle shrank into the shadows behind a stack of barrels, just as a navy officer stomped by. She breathed a sigh of relief after he'd passed.
She slowly crept toward the gangplank and crawled up it, pausing at the top to peer around for a guard. Finally spotting him, she smirked. The same idiot from that morning, and asleep, too. She quickly glided across the deck, opened the hatch, and slipped inside.
Captain Jack Sparrow could not sleep. He was too eager (though he would never admit it) to be on his way to Port Royal, to see Will and Elizabeth.
"Ain't it dawn yet?" he yawned, peering out his cabin's window. 'Gibbs is asleep again.' he thought. 'Better go wake him up. Can't have me Pearl stolen.'
He moved toward the door, but stopped short.
Jack rushed back to the porthole.
'Coulda swore I just swore I just saw somethin' move...' he pondered, staring through the glass.
His eyes did not decieve him. There was someone, a girl by the look of her, sneaking down the hatch.
He smiled. It seemed they had another ship rat on board.
The next morning, Danille awoke stiff, cramped, and disoriented. Standing up, her head collided sharply with the lid of the barrel she'd spent the night in.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, rubbing her head, "Stupid bloody barrel!"
The lid was lifted off suddenly.
"Not the best place to spend the night, love."
She jerked her head back to look at the speaker, banging her head against the side of the barrel.
"Goddammit!"
The stranger cocked an eyebrow.
"Maybe ye'd best get outta there before ye hurt yerself more, love."
Muttering curses, she stood up and tried to clamber out of the wooden deathtrap. She only succeeded in knocking over the barrel and tumbling out onto the floor.
"Ouch...," she murmured, staring at he ceiling.
"Come on, love. Up ye get," the stranger said, picking her up and setting her on her feet.
"I'm fine," she insisted angily, yanking herself out of his grasp.
Now that Danielle was standing, she could finally get a good look at the stranger. He had long, bead-covered dreadlocks, dark, kohl-rimmed eyes, a beard twisted into two braids, and wore a playful, mocking smile on his handsome features.
She scowled. "How'd you know I was here?" she demanded.
"Saw ye crossin' the deck last night," he explained, waving his hands around as he talked.
She was silent for a few moments, and Jack took this oppurtunity to look at her. She had long, black hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was pulled back and tied, and she wore a loose shirt and breeches.
"What are you gonna do with me?"
Jack smiled suggestively. "Depends on what you can do for me," he replied.
"Touch me again and I'll bite you," Danielle said, baring her teeth.
"Ooo, I like 'em feisty." he smiled widely, showing several gold teeth among the pearly whites.
"What's your name?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. And ye, milady?" he asked, giving her a mocking bow.
"Danielle. Now, what are you going to do with me?"
"Most likely keep ye on 'til Port Royal, then kick ye out on yer arse. Unless you give me reason to keep you on board," he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"Not very nice of you," Danielle commented, walking up the stairs toward the hatch.
Jack raced up the stairs after her, cutting in front of her and blocking her way to the hatch. "Well, if you prefer, I could throw you off the ship right now and let you drown in these shark-filled waters."
"Or, you could get out of my bloody way and let me out of this bloody hold."
Jack pretended to think about it for a few moments. "No, I don't think I will."
Her eyes narrowed. "I'll scream."
He raised his eyebrows as if to say, go right ahead.
She screamed. The loudest, shrillest, most bloodcurdling scream she could muster.
Jack clapped a hand over her mouth, stopping her screaming short.
"God, shut up!"
"I warned you," she said, her voice muffled by his hand.
"Alright! Alright! Follow me," he conceded, taking his hand off of her mouth, "Just don't scream!"
Danielle smirked, satisfied.
Jack turned and opened the hatch.