The Eaglet of the Sparrow
Chapter 2: Sparrow + Swan = Eaglet?
Disclaimer: see chap 1
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
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Jack glared at his tankard. Then his gaze fell to the little body pressed against his side and his stormy expression grew dangerously near a tsunami. Not that any of his drunken companions noticed.
"Little whelp," he grumbled, then took another swill of rum. Over the lip of his tankard he watched his drunken crew sing songs and dance, all the while the food and drink being sloshed and thrown everywhere, "drunken scallywags that don't even deserve the name of pirates," he grumbled to his rum.
Anna Maria had tried to take the girl to a bunk to sleep once the drinks came out. But the girl refused to leave the one her mother had identified as her father, especially with a black woman. She knew no one, so she would stick with the one she met rather than one she didn't.
Finally Jack snapped "GIT YER DRUNKEN HIDES OUT OF ME CABIN AND GO TO DAVY JONES! Maybe he'll want you!" he yelled at them. With many choruses of Yo Ho and wild waving of alcoholic beverages in various containers, the all managed to pile out, some literally.
Jack stared moodily at his tankard again. Instead of the normal light- headed fuzzy happiness it brought, this seemed to bring a melancholy upon him. In anger he threw the tankard across the room, the rum splashed out of the mug and upon the wall, where it hit, and the floor, where it fell. He put his head in his hand while the other one clutched the armrest beside the curled child on his left knee.
He stared at the hair and found himself fascinated with it. Then his left hand absently stroked the soft dark auburn hair. He half expected for the head to turn upwards and a full-grown woman to stare at him. But all his eyes met were a sleeping four year old girl child; HIS child. "Gods, I need more rum," He reached over and grabbed a large pitcher of rum and started to pour it down his throat. But he had hardly whetted his mouth when Ceara rubbed the drops that were falling onto her out of her eyes. He stopped, rum dripping down his face and beard and onto his cream shirt. Then Ceara reached out and to his open-mouthed surprise, clutched his shirt.
Jack stared dumb mouthed at the little girl clutching him. In her childish ignorance of rank and past, she clutched Captain Jack Sparrow, the terror of the Caribbean and captain of the Black Pearl and her crew that were so evil they were spit from hell itself. Like all children she had a second instinct on who would harm her and who wouldn't. She knew that though Jack did not like her he would protect her and care for her to the best that he could, which wasn't much. Awake she regarded him distrustfully, but asleep she let her instincts and homing device on a warm body take over.
Hesitatingly, he put his left arm around her and wiped away some of the rum with his shirt and right hand. He could feel her small crumpled body curled up beneath all the skirts and layers of fabric. He stared broodingly at her for a while before, " Gods, I'm turning into a protective father. Damn that woman."
He took another swallow of the rum and then his head fell to his chest. Tomorrow and all it's problems would come soon enough, for right now, he would settle for oblivion.
When Ceara awoke she found herself in the circle of Jack's protective and caring arms. She looked up and found his sleeping, snoring face close to hers. "Hello?" she poked him softly on the nose, but he simply wiggled it and went back into his deep sleep. She managed to wriggle out of his arms and down to the floor, but once she did she realized that her bow had come undone and was grasped in Jack's hand. She tried to tug it loose but it wouldn't come, she finally gave up and stared at him and thought of his protective arms and warm body.
She stared hard at him; her small pudgy hands on her hips and her head tilted slightly. Then she sighed, smiled, and patted him gently on the knee before she patted out of the room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ceara grew up, and as she did both her and the crew learned many things about each other and themselves.
Ceara learned quickly that boys clothes was good for trampling and
climbing around in, Jack, Gibbs, and Anna Maria, as well as the rest
of the eavesdropping crew learned how long it took to convince a 4-
year old girl to change into boys clothes when she didn't want to, and
how happy she was when she finally made the change after many threats,
pleas, and arguments.
Ceara learned to cuss and curse with the best of them and they learned
to not say as much cussing in front of her.
After all, pirates or not, it was unnerving having a 6-year-old
out cuss you.
Ceara learned to swim from Jack and the crew learned to stay out of
Jack's way after a swimming lesson.
Ceara also learned every man's job and how to do it, even if she
wasn't big enough to do it, even the captain's job, and the crew found
out, to their great surprise, how well the 8-year old child of Jack's
could captain a ship.
Ceara learned the happiness of having a pet name from Jack, and the
crew learned how happily she responded to it.
"Ha! A sparrow and a swam mate and what do you get, an eaglet!"
the sailor on the Pearl slapped his knee as he pointed to Ceara's in
the look-out's nest, her favorite spot; Jack simply looked thoughtful.
Ceara learned to shoot a pistol and use a dagger and sword, the crew
and Jack learned how good she was with both.
"You must practice three hours a day so that when a pirate comes
you can kill him," Jack told her during her knife training.
"Why are you smiling?" Ceara asked puzzled, "Oh, huh? Oh,
nothing, just something I heard once."
Ceara learned quickly to drink rum like a true sailor, and the crew
learned that she could clean up well after their drunken nights,
especially since she got over her hangover first.
Ceara also learned to use all her wits and abilities to get out of
scrapes; Jack learned that Ceara was starting to have a very good
female body. Especially one that guards were interested in,
especially when they were leading a handcuffed, very drunk Jack.
Ceara never really had to have a talk on the secrets of the bed, she
had gone to Tortuga enough, but Jack had a special friend of his (one
woman whose name he actually remembered) sit her down and tell her the
secrets and the good and bad sides of the bed. Jack told her that
what and who she wanted in her bed or whose bed she went to was her
business and he would let her. But if any man hurt her that he would
be dead within a minute of her being hurt and she would be 5 leagues
out to sea on the Pearl with him. She learned that she better choose
her partners wisely, and while she remained a virgin, she did flirt
and go far with many men, but it never quite got to the bed, or
anywhere close for that matter.
And as the years passed she grew in many ways. She learned to read and write as well as the conniving ways of her father and diplomatic ways of her mother. Her small pudgy 4-year old body grew and slimmed and tanned and firmed into a strong, wiry, but with enough fat on it from rum, and her body grew into a curvy, well-formed body of a 17-year-old teenager. And though Jack was never the gentlemanly father that a woman should have as an example, he treated her well and taught her many useful traits a pirate should know. Yet he could never teach her what a woman should do, and so between what she picked up on the mainland and on the Pearl she learned.
Time passed, Ceara learned the tricks of the trade of the pirate's life, and the crew and captain of the Pearl learned how to raise a girl child, if not in the most customary of fashions.
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Yeah, not much here, but just enough to tell about her growing and a sort of joiner between her childhood and her maturing of age. If you want me to elaborate on any of her 'lessons' tell me and I will, I have stories behind each other them, so I can. And please if anyone can give me comments on my writing style, I would appreciate it!
Preview chap 3: Things start to heat up as Ceara learns more things about Jack's past.
~Kit ;)
Chapter 2: Sparrow + Swan = Eaglet?
Disclaimer: see chap 1
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Jack glared at his tankard. Then his gaze fell to the little body pressed against his side and his stormy expression grew dangerously near a tsunami. Not that any of his drunken companions noticed.
"Little whelp," he grumbled, then took another swill of rum. Over the lip of his tankard he watched his drunken crew sing songs and dance, all the while the food and drink being sloshed and thrown everywhere, "drunken scallywags that don't even deserve the name of pirates," he grumbled to his rum.
Anna Maria had tried to take the girl to a bunk to sleep once the drinks came out. But the girl refused to leave the one her mother had identified as her father, especially with a black woman. She knew no one, so she would stick with the one she met rather than one she didn't.
Finally Jack snapped "GIT YER DRUNKEN HIDES OUT OF ME CABIN AND GO TO DAVY JONES! Maybe he'll want you!" he yelled at them. With many choruses of Yo Ho and wild waving of alcoholic beverages in various containers, the all managed to pile out, some literally.
Jack stared moodily at his tankard again. Instead of the normal light- headed fuzzy happiness it brought, this seemed to bring a melancholy upon him. In anger he threw the tankard across the room, the rum splashed out of the mug and upon the wall, where it hit, and the floor, where it fell. He put his head in his hand while the other one clutched the armrest beside the curled child on his left knee.
He stared at the hair and found himself fascinated with it. Then his left hand absently stroked the soft dark auburn hair. He half expected for the head to turn upwards and a full-grown woman to stare at him. But all his eyes met were a sleeping four year old girl child; HIS child. "Gods, I need more rum," He reached over and grabbed a large pitcher of rum and started to pour it down his throat. But he had hardly whetted his mouth when Ceara rubbed the drops that were falling onto her out of her eyes. He stopped, rum dripping down his face and beard and onto his cream shirt. Then Ceara reached out and to his open-mouthed surprise, clutched his shirt.
Jack stared dumb mouthed at the little girl clutching him. In her childish ignorance of rank and past, she clutched Captain Jack Sparrow, the terror of the Caribbean and captain of the Black Pearl and her crew that were so evil they were spit from hell itself. Like all children she had a second instinct on who would harm her and who wouldn't. She knew that though Jack did not like her he would protect her and care for her to the best that he could, which wasn't much. Awake she regarded him distrustfully, but asleep she let her instincts and homing device on a warm body take over.
Hesitatingly, he put his left arm around her and wiped away some of the rum with his shirt and right hand. He could feel her small crumpled body curled up beneath all the skirts and layers of fabric. He stared broodingly at her for a while before, " Gods, I'm turning into a protective father. Damn that woman."
He took another swallow of the rum and then his head fell to his chest. Tomorrow and all it's problems would come soon enough, for right now, he would settle for oblivion.
When Ceara awoke she found herself in the circle of Jack's protective and caring arms. She looked up and found his sleeping, snoring face close to hers. "Hello?" she poked him softly on the nose, but he simply wiggled it and went back into his deep sleep. She managed to wriggle out of his arms and down to the floor, but once she did she realized that her bow had come undone and was grasped in Jack's hand. She tried to tug it loose but it wouldn't come, she finally gave up and stared at him and thought of his protective arms and warm body.
She stared hard at him; her small pudgy hands on her hips and her head tilted slightly. Then she sighed, smiled, and patted him gently on the knee before she patted out of the room.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Ceara grew up, and as she did both her and the crew learned many things about each other and themselves.
Ceara learned quickly that boys clothes was good for trampling and
climbing around in, Jack, Gibbs, and Anna Maria, as well as the rest
of the eavesdropping crew learned how long it took to convince a 4-
year old girl to change into boys clothes when she didn't want to, and
how happy she was when she finally made the change after many threats,
pleas, and arguments.
Ceara learned to cuss and curse with the best of them and they learned
to not say as much cussing in front of her.
After all, pirates or not, it was unnerving having a 6-year-old
out cuss you.
Ceara learned to swim from Jack and the crew learned to stay out of
Jack's way after a swimming lesson.
Ceara also learned every man's job and how to do it, even if she
wasn't big enough to do it, even the captain's job, and the crew found
out, to their great surprise, how well the 8-year old child of Jack's
could captain a ship.
Ceara learned the happiness of having a pet name from Jack, and the
crew learned how happily she responded to it.
"Ha! A sparrow and a swam mate and what do you get, an eaglet!"
the sailor on the Pearl slapped his knee as he pointed to Ceara's in
the look-out's nest, her favorite spot; Jack simply looked thoughtful.
Ceara learned to shoot a pistol and use a dagger and sword, the crew
and Jack learned how good she was with both.
"You must practice three hours a day so that when a pirate comes
you can kill him," Jack told her during her knife training.
"Why are you smiling?" Ceara asked puzzled, "Oh, huh? Oh,
nothing, just something I heard once."
Ceara learned quickly to drink rum like a true sailor, and the crew
learned that she could clean up well after their drunken nights,
especially since she got over her hangover first.
Ceara also learned to use all her wits and abilities to get out of
scrapes; Jack learned that Ceara was starting to have a very good
female body. Especially one that guards were interested in,
especially when they were leading a handcuffed, very drunk Jack.
Ceara never really had to have a talk on the secrets of the bed, she
had gone to Tortuga enough, but Jack had a special friend of his (one
woman whose name he actually remembered) sit her down and tell her the
secrets and the good and bad sides of the bed. Jack told her that
what and who she wanted in her bed or whose bed she went to was her
business and he would let her. But if any man hurt her that he would
be dead within a minute of her being hurt and she would be 5 leagues
out to sea on the Pearl with him. She learned that she better choose
her partners wisely, and while she remained a virgin, she did flirt
and go far with many men, but it never quite got to the bed, or
anywhere close for that matter.
And as the years passed she grew in many ways. She learned to read and write as well as the conniving ways of her father and diplomatic ways of her mother. Her small pudgy 4-year old body grew and slimmed and tanned and firmed into a strong, wiry, but with enough fat on it from rum, and her body grew into a curvy, well-formed body of a 17-year-old teenager. And though Jack was never the gentlemanly father that a woman should have as an example, he treated her well and taught her many useful traits a pirate should know. Yet he could never teach her what a woman should do, and so between what she picked up on the mainland and on the Pearl she learned.
Time passed, Ceara learned the tricks of the trade of the pirate's life, and the crew and captain of the Pearl learned how to raise a girl child, if not in the most customary of fashions.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yeah, not much here, but just enough to tell about her growing and a sort of joiner between her childhood and her maturing of age. If you want me to elaborate on any of her 'lessons' tell me and I will, I have stories behind each other them, so I can. And please if anyone can give me comments on my writing style, I would appreciate it!
Preview chap 3: Things start to heat up as Ceara learns more things about Jack's past.
~Kit ;)
