Stephanie looked at the man before her, irate and disbelieving. He
did *not* just lick her! But, he did. And he was taunting her! In all of
what was going on, she decided to let her anger get the best of her. She
stormed over to him and took her open hand, instinctively, Jack went to
protect his face, however, he should have been protecting a lower area,
because Stephanie took her hand and grabbed a tight hold of his genitals.
He gasped in pain and opened his mouth wide. There was no possible way for
him to get out of this one.
"If you promise me that you'll *shut up*, I'll go on your bleeding ship, I'll take your orders and all that. But you might wanna keep him," she indicated at her handful, "under control. Or I promise you, I'll cut him off. Savvy?"
Jack's eyes got wide in shock and horror at the threat, no longer sure if he wanted the tempermental lady captain on the same boat, island or planet as he, but he nodded in agreement anyway. Before she let go, she gave one final hard squeeze to drive her point into him. She then let go and walked away. Leaving a relieved, very shocked, Jack.
"Bloody women!" He shouted, "You could've warned me, y'know!" he yelled after her. She shrugged with a cocky smirk and kept walking.
Her and her father walked to meet each other, "What was that all about, Captain?" Anthony asked.
Stephanie shrugged, "We've reached an understandin', we'll be goin' on the Black Pearl. Men! Stop your work. I'm afraid all the patching up in the world couldn't save the Widow now. We'll 'afta leave her behind." she said sadly. "Prepare to board the Black Pearl!" she ordered and walked to her ship. She got on board and went to her cabin for what would be the last time.
She looked around the quarters she had become so comfortable with over the past 9 years. The ship she had Captained since the young age of 19. There was no place she had ever felt so at home. No place she ever could. These four walls had been everything to her and now she had to say goodbye to them forever. She took her bag out from under her small bed and set it on top. It had never been used since she had first decided to call the Widow home. She began to put her things into the bag. All of it fit perfectly. Even with some room to spare. She never needed much, she had the Widow. Not anymore.
Now, she had to board the perfect double of her own ship. The Black Pearl. She had to take orders from her Captain. She was now a Captain without a ship, and therefore not a Captain at all. She knew she would die if she stayed on the island. She had to accept Jack Sparrow's offer. It didn't matter. Her once fiery spirit had died with the Widow. She would tolerate Jack Sparrows drunken rambles and arrogant grin. But only until they got to a port. Then she would leave the Pearl and the sea altogether. She would never look back unless she found herself a worthy ship and just as worthy a crew. In other words, never.
With all her things in hand, she left the Widow. Jack Sparrow was waiting there for her on land. She rolled her eyes. This was the man she would be taking her orders from for God knows how long. She looked at him with cold eyes. "I know it's hard, love, to bid farewell to your ship. Done it meself once or twice."
Stephanie walked impatiently past him, "I *really* don't care to hear your tales of loss because you clearly now have your ship. I never will again."
Jack shrugged and fell into step with her, which was quite hard for him seeing as he was half drunk and she was walking faster than he was talking. "You know, you're probably right. But, we have rum on the Pearl to help you forget about it."
Stephanie shook her head and looked at him, "I *really* hope that you do something to piss me off."
Jack grinned, "Thank you! There's hope for ol' Jack afterall then."
Stephanie got in the small boat that would take her to her new Hell, followed closely by her new Satan, "You'd best have a lot of rum... Where's Anthony?" she looked around, wondering if he had already boarded the Pearl.
"You mean your father? He's over there already. Why? Is he a drinker? Are you worried that the rum will be gone by the time you get over there?" Jack managed to slur.
Stephanie ignored the majority of his words, but replied to the first question, "My father? I imagine he told you we were close, is that it?"
"He didn't tell me much, to be honest." Jack admitted.
"That's probably a good thing, it'd only confuse you," Stephanie attempted an insult as they drew nearer to the Pearl.
"Well, love, I guess it's a good thing that one of us is lookin' out for me well being," he said stupidly. "Here we are. The Black Pearl."
"If you promise me that you'll *shut up*, I'll go on your bleeding ship, I'll take your orders and all that. But you might wanna keep him," she indicated at her handful, "under control. Or I promise you, I'll cut him off. Savvy?"
Jack's eyes got wide in shock and horror at the threat, no longer sure if he wanted the tempermental lady captain on the same boat, island or planet as he, but he nodded in agreement anyway. Before she let go, she gave one final hard squeeze to drive her point into him. She then let go and walked away. Leaving a relieved, very shocked, Jack.
"Bloody women!" He shouted, "You could've warned me, y'know!" he yelled after her. She shrugged with a cocky smirk and kept walking.
Her and her father walked to meet each other, "What was that all about, Captain?" Anthony asked.
Stephanie shrugged, "We've reached an understandin', we'll be goin' on the Black Pearl. Men! Stop your work. I'm afraid all the patching up in the world couldn't save the Widow now. We'll 'afta leave her behind." she said sadly. "Prepare to board the Black Pearl!" she ordered and walked to her ship. She got on board and went to her cabin for what would be the last time.
She looked around the quarters she had become so comfortable with over the past 9 years. The ship she had Captained since the young age of 19. There was no place she had ever felt so at home. No place she ever could. These four walls had been everything to her and now she had to say goodbye to them forever. She took her bag out from under her small bed and set it on top. It had never been used since she had first decided to call the Widow home. She began to put her things into the bag. All of it fit perfectly. Even with some room to spare. She never needed much, she had the Widow. Not anymore.
Now, she had to board the perfect double of her own ship. The Black Pearl. She had to take orders from her Captain. She was now a Captain without a ship, and therefore not a Captain at all. She knew she would die if she stayed on the island. She had to accept Jack Sparrow's offer. It didn't matter. Her once fiery spirit had died with the Widow. She would tolerate Jack Sparrows drunken rambles and arrogant grin. But only until they got to a port. Then she would leave the Pearl and the sea altogether. She would never look back unless she found herself a worthy ship and just as worthy a crew. In other words, never.
With all her things in hand, she left the Widow. Jack Sparrow was waiting there for her on land. She rolled her eyes. This was the man she would be taking her orders from for God knows how long. She looked at him with cold eyes. "I know it's hard, love, to bid farewell to your ship. Done it meself once or twice."
Stephanie walked impatiently past him, "I *really* don't care to hear your tales of loss because you clearly now have your ship. I never will again."
Jack shrugged and fell into step with her, which was quite hard for him seeing as he was half drunk and she was walking faster than he was talking. "You know, you're probably right. But, we have rum on the Pearl to help you forget about it."
Stephanie shook her head and looked at him, "I *really* hope that you do something to piss me off."
Jack grinned, "Thank you! There's hope for ol' Jack afterall then."
Stephanie got in the small boat that would take her to her new Hell, followed closely by her new Satan, "You'd best have a lot of rum... Where's Anthony?" she looked around, wondering if he had already boarded the Pearl.
"You mean your father? He's over there already. Why? Is he a drinker? Are you worried that the rum will be gone by the time you get over there?" Jack managed to slur.
Stephanie ignored the majority of his words, but replied to the first question, "My father? I imagine he told you we were close, is that it?"
"He didn't tell me much, to be honest." Jack admitted.
"That's probably a good thing, it'd only confuse you," Stephanie attempted an insult as they drew nearer to the Pearl.
"Well, love, I guess it's a good thing that one of us is lookin' out for me well being," he said stupidly. "Here we are. The Black Pearl."