Oh Sweet Revenge

Chpt 2.

            The Black Pearl meant two things.  One, She was the fastest ship in the western hemisphere.  Two, you had to have gone completely mad to want to be on it, mad or brilliant.  Every sailor in the northern hemisphere had heard stories of the Cursed Pirate Ship.  And every one of them still shuttered at the mention of Her, even though Captain Jack Sparrow swore that he lifted the curse and the damned crew was sent to Hell.

            Sunny had waited for the right ship to dock at Tortuga for close to five years.  The Pearl was the ship.  The only vessel that would shrink the balls of her ex-captain by just mentioning Her, and the only vessel that Sunny would step aboard to begin her mission of finding Cunningham and ripping him to pieces with a dull blade.

            That is, of course, if she could out smart Sparrow, who was famous for his insanely brilliant schemes that always seemed to turn out in his favor.  Someone was looking out for him, if you believed in that sort of thing.  And that wasn't always good for Sunny, although it had never stopped her.

            Sunny put her hands in the pockets of her stolen leather tunic and walked leisurely to the Pearl, the whole while keeping a close eye on every movement around her. The entire town was made up of stingy pirates who, whether or not they were drunk, would slit your throat if they thought you might have something of value.  And you didn't have to be intelligent to be a sailor on a pirate ship, normally only the captains were, it was the only way to keep the crew from mutiny.

            Slowly Sunny slid a hand out of the left pocket and slid it along the newly restored Black Pearl.

            "OY! You there!" shouted a feminine voice from aboard the Black Pearl.

            "Me here?" Sunny shouted back, giving a convincingly innocent look to a beautiful black woman known to all as Ana-Maria.

            "What do you think you're doing!" Ana-Maria yelled, "This ship was just fixed, if you touch it-!"

            "I'm not going to hurt her," she said as she climbed on deck to come face to face with the other woman.

            Ana-Maria's jaw jutted out in defiance as she squinted at Sunny.  "I know you," she said accusingly, "You're Nina, Rebecca's girl, god rest her soul."

            "That's not my name.  Nina means 'little girl', she bloody couldn't give me a name before she died."

            "I heard that you were back five years ago, that your Scallywag Captain bet you away. I didn't believe it."

            "I'm fixing that," Sunny sighed, rolling her eyes.

            "So what do we call you now," said Ana-Maria as she crossed her arms in front of her.

            "Captain Sunny Falcon," she grinned evilly and turned to make her way to the helm.

            "Sunny?  Not a very strong name for a captain of a pirate ship."

            She turned on her left heel with a finger up.  Looking at the older woman she swallowed and blinked, "The whore's my mother worked with named me Sunshine, because I brightened up their day," she said putting on a giant smile, which quickly disappeared. "I kept that name because when I would work in the taverns I was Sonny, as in a boys name. It's kept me safe from drunkards…Where do you think your mad captain is?"

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Sunny walked into a tavern where many men were passed out on the floor.  She looked at them disgusted, then, stepping over their bodies, made her way to the table that Jack Sparrow was drinking rum at.  It was the fifth tavern she had walked into trying to look for Sparrow.  Bloody Pirates, Sunny thought as she stared in recognition of the man she had almost run over earlier that day.

"Captain Jack Sparrow," she said as she stepped over one last man and stopped.  He smiled with glorification of someone he had never met recognizing his name and face.  "I have a proposition.  Follow me," she said and walked away from his crew then leaned against a wall out of earshot, not facing the other pirates.

Sparrow frowned slightly, shot a look to Mr. Gibbs, then got up from his seat, taking his rum with him.

"I'm listening," he said quietly in her ear.

"You've heard of The Midnight Charm, yes?" she smiled cockily without looking at him.

"Boy, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack said extending his arms to present himself, and then took a giant swig from his tankard.

She turned to look at him, again leaning against the wall, arms crossed in front of her. "Alright.  Then you know of the rare treasures that Captain Cunningham carries with him."

"Ay, and who doesn't boy," he took another drink, "And what's your proposition?"

Sunny noticed that when he talked his hands would flail around and his head would sway.  She did this often enough, as did most of the women, but for a man to do it when he was sober enough was just…interesting.  She smiled, "Captain, how would you like all that treasure, plus Midnight?" she asked.

He looked down briefly as if he were thinking, then back up at Sunny with a curious look in his eye. "And what's in it for you then mate?"

"Nothing but the satisfaction of serving with the Great Captain Sparrow, Savvy?" she gave him a look that he understood very well.  He had that look for years after Barbosa had marooned him on an island and took his ship.

"What's your name boy?"

"Captain Sunny Falcon, or I will be once I get my ship and crew back," she said, her voice dripping with distain.

"You're the poor soul they up and left all by your onesie," Jack said with a grin on his face. He had heard about the girl that was abandoned on Tortuga, and Sunny had done beautifully in making him believe that she was a male.  But she slipped and let her guard down enough for him to see.  After all, he was Captain Jack Sparrow.

Sunny rolled her eyes and punched him square in the nose, "He bet me away and left with his tail firmly tucked between his legs before I could slit his throat," she said sternly as Jack held his nose.

"Agreed, that's how we'll tell the story then.  I'll go and take over the ship.  But I will have no part in your mutiny."

"It's not mutiny Sparrow," she said handing him a handkerchief for his bleeding nose, "It's revenge."