Ah, the sixth chapter. Can you smell that? It's the winds of change. No, wait....that's Jack's feet. Anyway, thank you very much to all who have reviewed this story so far, all who will review this chapter, and a special thanks to SeaRose, my very consistent reviewer. Also, a very, very, VERY special thanks to Setsuna Sanada and Crystal, my beautiful, wonderful beta-readers! Flowers for everyone!
Chapter 6: What a Wonderful Welcome
Danielle had had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was on a pirate ship, with a pirate captain that was both handsome and incredibly annoying.
She turned on to her back and stretched with her eyes still closed.
'Good thing it was just a dream...' she thought, yawning.
A thump in the next room made her sit up, causing her to hit her head hard on the porcelain tub.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, rubbing her head and wondering why she was in a privy.
Suddenly it all came rushing back. Stowing away on the ship, Port Royal, Captain Jack Sparrow.
Thinking about Jack Sparrow made her remember the events of the night before. She blushed, remembering all that she had seen....
'Stop, just stop right there.' she told herself mentally. 'You don't love him, you don't even like him, and you certainly don't want him.' Even thinking of that made her shudder. 'Just don't think about him at all. Ever. Once you're in Port Royal, he will be a distant memory.'
Her thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the door.
"Love? Are ye awake yet?"
Danielle scowled. How was she suppossed to not think about him when he was so damned annoying?
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"For ye ta get outta there. Soon would be good."
"Alright, fine. Hold your horses," she grumbled, slowly standing up. She went over to the door and unlocked it, opening it wide.
"Good mornin', love. Glad ta see yer still alive."
"Get outta my way."
Jack stepped back, commenting, "Someone's not a mornin' person."
She just grumbled and walked out the cabin door, slightly slouched and looking very tired.
After relieving himself, Jack headed down to breakfast in the galley.
Flinging open the door, he smiled toothily at the crew and Danielle.
"Good mornin'!" he called, still grinning.
"Squack! Dead men tell no tales!" commented Cotton's parrot.
Jack looked at his crew, all of whom were slumped over their bowls of gruel.
"Perky bunch in the mornin', ain't ye?"
There were some scattered grumblings. Jack shrugged and sat down to "enjoy" his gruel.
Later that day, Danille was cooking lunch in the galley, when Captain Sparrow swaggered in.
"Afternoon, love."
She sighed. "What do you want, Sparrow?"
His eyes went wide and innocent. "What makes ye think I want somethin'? I jus' came down ta tell ye that Port Royal is on the horizon, an' we'll be pullin' in ta dock in a couple of minutes."
She smiled and dashed past him, ran up the stairs, and disappeared from sight.
"Strange lass," he murmured to himself, leaning over to sniff the soup that was supposed to be lunch. He picked up the ladle and tried some. "Gaak!" he choked, then began to cough. "Ugh! Nasty!"
The Black Pearl dropped anchor in a hidden cove just out of sight of the fort. The rowboats filled up with crew members eager to enjoy themselves on shore.
To her intense disgust, Danielle found herself crammed into a boat with twelve horny crewmembers, Annamaria, and Jack. When they finally made it ashore, Danielle was the first one to get out of the incredibly cramped dinghy.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed as the crewmen ran off to their whorehouses and bars.
"So eager ta get rid of us, love?"
"Yeah, Jack, I am."
"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow."
She rolled her eyes and set off down the street, in search of a certain building.
"Where ye off ta, love?"
Danielle whipped around. "Sparrow! Why are you following me?!"
Jack shrugged. "I'm not. I'm goin' this way too."
She glared at him.
"What? Ye know ye love me company."
"In your dreams, Sparrow."
"Sparrow? Jack Sparrow?" asked a voice from behind her.
"Yes," she said, turning around. "Why-"
She gulped. The man behind her was wearing the red coat of the navy. She smiled shakily up at his stern features, before turning and trying to bolt. She was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.
"Hold on a moment, miss."
She twisted around, trying to find Jack. She spotted him a few yards away, caught by another navy red coat.
"Let me go!" she demanded. "I've done nothing!"
Her captor frowned at her. "The Commodore will want to speak to anyone found in the company of Jack Sparrow."
"Is this any way to welcome a tourist?" she asked as the man half led, half dragged her down the street.
Chapter 6: What a Wonderful Welcome
Danielle had had a very strange dream. She dreamed that she was on a pirate ship, with a pirate captain that was both handsome and incredibly annoying.
She turned on to her back and stretched with her eyes still closed.
'Good thing it was just a dream...' she thought, yawning.
A thump in the next room made her sit up, causing her to hit her head hard on the porcelain tub.
"Ow!" she exclaimed, rubbing her head and wondering why she was in a privy.
Suddenly it all came rushing back. Stowing away on the ship, Port Royal, Captain Jack Sparrow.
Thinking about Jack Sparrow made her remember the events of the night before. She blushed, remembering all that she had seen....
'Stop, just stop right there.' she told herself mentally. 'You don't love him, you don't even like him, and you certainly don't want him.' Even thinking of that made her shudder. 'Just don't think about him at all. Ever. Once you're in Port Royal, he will be a distant memory.'
Her thoughts were interrupted by a pounding on the door.
"Love? Are ye awake yet?"
Danielle scowled. How was she suppossed to not think about him when he was so damned annoying?
"Yeah. What do you want?"
"For ye ta get outta there. Soon would be good."
"Alright, fine. Hold your horses," she grumbled, slowly standing up. She went over to the door and unlocked it, opening it wide.
"Good mornin', love. Glad ta see yer still alive."
"Get outta my way."
Jack stepped back, commenting, "Someone's not a mornin' person."
She just grumbled and walked out the cabin door, slightly slouched and looking very tired.
After relieving himself, Jack headed down to breakfast in the galley.
Flinging open the door, he smiled toothily at the crew and Danielle.
"Good mornin'!" he called, still grinning.
"Squack! Dead men tell no tales!" commented Cotton's parrot.
Jack looked at his crew, all of whom were slumped over their bowls of gruel.
"Perky bunch in the mornin', ain't ye?"
There were some scattered grumblings. Jack shrugged and sat down to "enjoy" his gruel.
Later that day, Danille was cooking lunch in the galley, when Captain Sparrow swaggered in.
"Afternoon, love."
She sighed. "What do you want, Sparrow?"
His eyes went wide and innocent. "What makes ye think I want somethin'? I jus' came down ta tell ye that Port Royal is on the horizon, an' we'll be pullin' in ta dock in a couple of minutes."
She smiled and dashed past him, ran up the stairs, and disappeared from sight.
"Strange lass," he murmured to himself, leaning over to sniff the soup that was supposed to be lunch. He picked up the ladle and tried some. "Gaak!" he choked, then began to cough. "Ugh! Nasty!"
The Black Pearl dropped anchor in a hidden cove just out of sight of the fort. The rowboats filled up with crew members eager to enjoy themselves on shore.
To her intense disgust, Danielle found herself crammed into a boat with twelve horny crewmembers, Annamaria, and Jack. When they finally made it ashore, Danielle was the first one to get out of the incredibly cramped dinghy.
"Thank God!" she exclaimed as the crewmen ran off to their whorehouses and bars.
"So eager ta get rid of us, love?"
"Yeah, Jack, I am."
"Captain! Captain Jack Sparrow."
She rolled her eyes and set off down the street, in search of a certain building.
"Where ye off ta, love?"
Danielle whipped around. "Sparrow! Why are you following me?!"
Jack shrugged. "I'm not. I'm goin' this way too."
She glared at him.
"What? Ye know ye love me company."
"In your dreams, Sparrow."
"Sparrow? Jack Sparrow?" asked a voice from behind her.
"Yes," she said, turning around. "Why-"
She gulped. The man behind her was wearing the red coat of the navy. She smiled shakily up at his stern features, before turning and trying to bolt. She was stopped by a hand grabbing her arm.
"Hold on a moment, miss."
She twisted around, trying to find Jack. She spotted him a few yards away, caught by another navy red coat.
"Let me go!" she demanded. "I've done nothing!"
Her captor frowned at her. "The Commodore will want to speak to anyone found in the company of Jack Sparrow."
"Is this any way to welcome a tourist?" she asked as the man half led, half dragged her down the street.