Real Good Man
A/N - Right then. I'm trying, I really am. Here's the second chapter. I would really appreciate any ideas, and most definitely, REVIEWS! I may not be good at the type of speech that Jack uses. I try, so please bear with me!
Disclaimer: Still applies. Don't own a thing. Except Heather and the things in her life, back in North Dakota. No, I don't own the state, or the geographical thingies there. K? K.
Onto the story!!!
Jack wondered what he was going to do with this extra mouth to feed. He was due back in Port Royale. He had dues due to Norrington, and he wanted to say hello to Will and Elizabeth. They were expecting their first child.
~ Well, they certainly didn't waste any time in starting a family.~ He thought chuckling.
But more importantly, how to make this strange Heather person be of use.
~Maybe she could be of use in the kitchen. And crow's nest.~ Yeah. That was it. He had come to his conclusion.
A few moments later, a pirate named Rusty called out. "Come and get it quick, before it's all gone!" This sparked a stampede to the diner table.
After she had finished her dinner, (which she had wolfed down) Heather sat watching the crew. What she didn't notice was that the Captain was also making his own examinations.
Taking quick glances, so as not to be rude, Heather took in the Captain's face. High cheekbones, with enchanting honey brown eyes, were set in a tanned face. He was tall, and his loose and billowy shirt showed his well- muscled chest. Heather wasn't sure as to how old he was.
His long dark brown hair, which was almost black, hung in dreadlocks and braids, along with coins and beads. It was kept back from his face by means of a faded red bandana.
Jack looked at the girl, who he noticed glanced at him quite a bit. Her hair had finally dried, and he could now tell what she looked like. Somewhat.
Her hair was a Smokey brown color, and ended with bouncy curls. He couldn't tell exactly how long it was, because it was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her eyes were slightly tilted upwards, and were a brown so light it was like golden honey. Freckles sprinkled her nose, which were above full lips. Her face was lightly tanned.
She wasn't a true beauty, but her eyes were captivating. Something different about them..
Jack shook his head, realizing he had been staring.
A voice entered his world.
"Like what you see?" Heather said quietly.
"Not bad, not bad. Tell me lassie- where exactly are 'ya from?" Jack said.
"Nowhere you've ever heard of. Black Hills, North Dakota, United States of America." She said, grinning.
This earned some curious looks.
"Are you a savage then?" asked one of the crew.
"No more than you are. There are tons of nationalities in the US. I was born there, yes, but I'm not a so called 'savage'."
After finishing diner, everyone went back to their jobs. Jack came up to Heather.
"All righ' luv. I'm goin' ta show 'ya how ta steer the Pearl. This bein' an important job an' all we start righ' now. Savvy?"
"Umm. Savvy." Was the quiet answer.
Walking up to the wheel, Jack checked his mysterious compass. Looking at it Heather smirked.
"I'm not going to ask."
"That's a smart girl. It's better nat 'ta." Jack answered, sounding bored.
"Now, see when this 'ere arrow goes 'is way, you follow it. Savvy?"
"Ummm..."
" 'ere. You give it 'ah go."
Heather did, and Jack nearly had a hernia.
"Nononono! You've scared her! I be thinkin' I'll stick 'ya with the job of cook. 'Ya can cook can't ye?"
"Yeah. Somewhat. If it's not too difficult a recipe." Heather said.
"I don't think tha''ll be a problem." Jack said assuredly.
(THE NEXT DAY...)
Heather headed down to the cabin Anna and she were sharing, and checked on the things from her duffle bag. Her clothes were dry, and so were her tennis shoes. That was a definite plus.
She also had batteries for a flashlight and CD player, along with the afore mentioned, and CDs in a holder. Thankfully the CD holder was waterproof. She wasn't so sure about the flashlight and disc man.
Trying these out, she found that if you hit the flashlight, it worked, and the CD player worked well. The inside just had to be dried out.
Going up to the deck, Rusty immediately handed her a bucket and brush. Pointing to the deck, he ordered her to 'get scrubbing.'. Getting down reluctantly on hands and knees, she started to do just that.
Getting bored after awhile, and her knees had started to hurt, she started to sing, just random songs that came to mind. Anything to pass the time.
Humming the guitar intro, she started softly.
(Real Good Man, by Tim McGraw)
"Girl you never know no one like me. Up there in your high society. They might tell you I'm no good, Girl they need to understand, Just who I am.
I may be a real bad boy, But baby, I'm a real good man.
I might drink too much and way too loud, Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd, That don't mean I don't respect My mama or my Uncle Sam, Yes sir, yes ma'am. I may be a bad boy, But baby I'm a real good man.
Might have a reckless streak at least a country mile wide.
if you're gonna run with me, it's gonna be a wild ride. When it comes to lovin' you, I got velvet hands. I'll show you how a real bad boy Can be a real good man.
I'll take all the good times I can get I'm too young for growin' up just yet. Ain't much I can promise you, Except to do the best I can I'll be damned
I may be a real bad boy, But baby I'm a real good man.
I may be a real bad boy, But baby I'm a real good man."
She kept scrubbing to the beat of the song. Looking up, she noticed that the crew was looking at her.
"What?!?" she asked them.
"Miss Heather? Can you sing us another one?" Asked the youngest on the ship, Matt, who was 17.
Heather didn't know about this, and was pretty embarrassed.
"You heard? I mean, I didn't break your ears or anything?" she asked them hesitantly. She was pretty shy when it came to her voice.
"Well. It's bidder than ours, and you know different songs. That wasn't like nothin' else I ever heard before." Said Matt.
"oh." Was all she said. "Alright then."
With her agreement they all went back to work. At the wheel, Jack smiled. Maybe there was a use to this girl after all. It would keep them entertained for a while.
(Free by Faith Hill.) "I had it tough when I was just a little kid it didn't matter what I thought, it didn't matter what I did.
If felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start, It did a number on my head, But it could never touch my heart.
'cause I had just enough imagintation, just enough to keep the faith that somehow I would think of what to do when I'd get lost in that momentary weakness of emotion all the angels came around to help me through
life pulls fast changes wind blows past pages all I see is I don't need this.
High strung tightrope walk Ticking time bomb clock Stratch my name And cut these chains.
I'm free Kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin those words of wisdom, Let it be Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
And in the stress to be the best I've done it all I've slammed the doors.I;ve jammed the locks I've laid the bricks, I've built the walls
No one back then could tell me what joy eluded me Kept bumpin into that misery Locked up deep down inside of me.
Took that rage, and I Turned that page and I Packed my tools. Went back to school
And I passed my graduation. And I hold my PhD In crash test blues I paid those dues
I'm free Kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin those words of wisdom, Let it be Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
Time flies by in photographs And paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers Three times takes me home
I'm free Kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin those words of wisdom, Let it be Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me"
Looking up when she finished, she caught Jack's eye, and smiled at him. He looked back at her for a second, before flashing her a trademark 1000 WAT Captain Jack Sparrow smile.
"Hey Jack!"
He ignored her. Would people EVER learn?
"Hey Jackass!"
He heard a few snickers from the crew at this. Great. Another nickname. He rolled his eyes.
"Captain my Captain!" he whirled to face and annoyed Heather.
"You called?" he asked, oh so innocent.
"Yes. Moron. Where are we going, and how long will it take to get there?"
Her face was flushed, and curly strands of hair were flying all over her face.
"Well. If you absolutely MUST know, Tortuga. Abou' 2 days before we get there. And ye can stop scrubbing 'at bit 'ere. I would prefer 'ta not 'ave a 'ole in my deck. Ta luv."
She sighed, and moved onto another bit.
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Okay people! PLEASE review! No flames though, they will be used to light my fire place. Yeah. So please, press that beautiful button down below! Thanks!
A/N - Right then. I'm trying, I really am. Here's the second chapter. I would really appreciate any ideas, and most definitely, REVIEWS! I may not be good at the type of speech that Jack uses. I try, so please bear with me!
Disclaimer: Still applies. Don't own a thing. Except Heather and the things in her life, back in North Dakota. No, I don't own the state, or the geographical thingies there. K? K.
Onto the story!!!
Jack wondered what he was going to do with this extra mouth to feed. He was due back in Port Royale. He had dues due to Norrington, and he wanted to say hello to Will and Elizabeth. They were expecting their first child.
~ Well, they certainly didn't waste any time in starting a family.~ He thought chuckling.
But more importantly, how to make this strange Heather person be of use.
~Maybe she could be of use in the kitchen. And crow's nest.~ Yeah. That was it. He had come to his conclusion.
A few moments later, a pirate named Rusty called out. "Come and get it quick, before it's all gone!" This sparked a stampede to the diner table.
After she had finished her dinner, (which she had wolfed down) Heather sat watching the crew. What she didn't notice was that the Captain was also making his own examinations.
Taking quick glances, so as not to be rude, Heather took in the Captain's face. High cheekbones, with enchanting honey brown eyes, were set in a tanned face. He was tall, and his loose and billowy shirt showed his well- muscled chest. Heather wasn't sure as to how old he was.
His long dark brown hair, which was almost black, hung in dreadlocks and braids, along with coins and beads. It was kept back from his face by means of a faded red bandana.
Jack looked at the girl, who he noticed glanced at him quite a bit. Her hair had finally dried, and he could now tell what she looked like. Somewhat.
Her hair was a Smokey brown color, and ended with bouncy curls. He couldn't tell exactly how long it was, because it was pulled up in a high ponytail. Her eyes were slightly tilted upwards, and were a brown so light it was like golden honey. Freckles sprinkled her nose, which were above full lips. Her face was lightly tanned.
She wasn't a true beauty, but her eyes were captivating. Something different about them..
Jack shook his head, realizing he had been staring.
A voice entered his world.
"Like what you see?" Heather said quietly.
"Not bad, not bad. Tell me lassie- where exactly are 'ya from?" Jack said.
"Nowhere you've ever heard of. Black Hills, North Dakota, United States of America." She said, grinning.
This earned some curious looks.
"Are you a savage then?" asked one of the crew.
"No more than you are. There are tons of nationalities in the US. I was born there, yes, but I'm not a so called 'savage'."
After finishing diner, everyone went back to their jobs. Jack came up to Heather.
"All righ' luv. I'm goin' ta show 'ya how ta steer the Pearl. This bein' an important job an' all we start righ' now. Savvy?"
"Umm. Savvy." Was the quiet answer.
Walking up to the wheel, Jack checked his mysterious compass. Looking at it Heather smirked.
"I'm not going to ask."
"That's a smart girl. It's better nat 'ta." Jack answered, sounding bored.
"Now, see when this 'ere arrow goes 'is way, you follow it. Savvy?"
"Ummm..."
" 'ere. You give it 'ah go."
Heather did, and Jack nearly had a hernia.
"Nononono! You've scared her! I be thinkin' I'll stick 'ya with the job of cook. 'Ya can cook can't ye?"
"Yeah. Somewhat. If it's not too difficult a recipe." Heather said.
"I don't think tha''ll be a problem." Jack said assuredly.
(THE NEXT DAY...)
Heather headed down to the cabin Anna and she were sharing, and checked on the things from her duffle bag. Her clothes were dry, and so were her tennis shoes. That was a definite plus.
She also had batteries for a flashlight and CD player, along with the afore mentioned, and CDs in a holder. Thankfully the CD holder was waterproof. She wasn't so sure about the flashlight and disc man.
Trying these out, she found that if you hit the flashlight, it worked, and the CD player worked well. The inside just had to be dried out.
Going up to the deck, Rusty immediately handed her a bucket and brush. Pointing to the deck, he ordered her to 'get scrubbing.'. Getting down reluctantly on hands and knees, she started to do just that.
Getting bored after awhile, and her knees had started to hurt, she started to sing, just random songs that came to mind. Anything to pass the time.
Humming the guitar intro, she started softly.
(Real Good Man, by Tim McGraw)
"Girl you never know no one like me. Up there in your high society. They might tell you I'm no good, Girl they need to understand, Just who I am.
I may be a real bad boy, But baby, I'm a real good man.
I might drink too much and way too loud, Hang out with a rough and rowdy crowd, That don't mean I don't respect My mama or my Uncle Sam, Yes sir, yes ma'am. I may be a bad boy, But baby I'm a real good man.
Might have a reckless streak at least a country mile wide.
if you're gonna run with me, it's gonna be a wild ride. When it comes to lovin' you, I got velvet hands. I'll show you how a real bad boy Can be a real good man.
I'll take all the good times I can get I'm too young for growin' up just yet. Ain't much I can promise you, Except to do the best I can I'll be damned
I may be a real bad boy, But baby I'm a real good man.
I may be a real bad boy, But baby I'm a real good man."
She kept scrubbing to the beat of the song. Looking up, she noticed that the crew was looking at her.
"What?!?" she asked them.
"Miss Heather? Can you sing us another one?" Asked the youngest on the ship, Matt, who was 17.
Heather didn't know about this, and was pretty embarrassed.
"You heard? I mean, I didn't break your ears or anything?" she asked them hesitantly. She was pretty shy when it came to her voice.
"Well. It's bidder than ours, and you know different songs. That wasn't like nothin' else I ever heard before." Said Matt.
"oh." Was all she said. "Alright then."
With her agreement they all went back to work. At the wheel, Jack smiled. Maybe there was a use to this girl after all. It would keep them entertained for a while.
(Free by Faith Hill.) "I had it tough when I was just a little kid it didn't matter what I thought, it didn't matter what I did.
If felt the doubt for what I lacked right from the start, It did a number on my head, But it could never touch my heart.
'cause I had just enough imagintation, just enough to keep the faith that somehow I would think of what to do when I'd get lost in that momentary weakness of emotion all the angels came around to help me through
life pulls fast changes wind blows past pages all I see is I don't need this.
High strung tightrope walk Ticking time bomb clock Stratch my name And cut these chains.
I'm free Kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin those words of wisdom, Let it be Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
And in the stress to be the best I've done it all I've slammed the doors.I;ve jammed the locks I've laid the bricks, I've built the walls
No one back then could tell me what joy eluded me Kept bumpin into that misery Locked up deep down inside of me.
Took that rage, and I Turned that page and I Packed my tools. Went back to school
And I passed my graduation. And I hold my PhD In crash test blues I paid those dues
I'm free Kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin those words of wisdom, Let it be Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me
Time flies by in photographs And paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers Three times takes me home
I'm free Kickin' out of that prison, I am free Singin those words of wisdom, Let it be Nobody's gonna put the blues inside of me"
Looking up when she finished, she caught Jack's eye, and smiled at him. He looked back at her for a second, before flashing her a trademark 1000 WAT Captain Jack Sparrow smile.
"Hey Jack!"
He ignored her. Would people EVER learn?
"Hey Jackass!"
He heard a few snickers from the crew at this. Great. Another nickname. He rolled his eyes.
"Captain my Captain!" he whirled to face and annoyed Heather.
"You called?" he asked, oh so innocent.
"Yes. Moron. Where are we going, and how long will it take to get there?"
Her face was flushed, and curly strands of hair were flying all over her face.
"Well. If you absolutely MUST know, Tortuga. Abou' 2 days before we get there. And ye can stop scrubbing 'at bit 'ere. I would prefer 'ta not 'ave a 'ole in my deck. Ta luv."
She sighed, and moved onto another bit.
________________________________________________________________
Okay people! PLEASE review! No flames though, they will be used to light my fire place. Yeah. So please, press that beautiful button down below! Thanks!
