(If you haven't read the first chapter since I changed it *August 3, 2003* then you might want to go back and read it before continuing on this one! Thanks!)
Last chapter thoughts were outlined in (' '), but now they will be outlined in (* *). Thanks for reading! Disclaimer on the first page. I'm sorry if the "pirate talk" isn't what it's supposed to sound like, as well as the grammar. I'm trying to watch for that stuff. Honest.
Chapter 2
The Black Pearl was like nothing she had ever seen before in her life. Completely black and much bigger than the last ship she was on, it made her feel small. She swallowed as she looked up at the black sails. She had heard many times of the Black Pearl when in England, and it amazed her that she was now on board it.
"Listen up you mangy dogs!" Jack yelled beside of her making her jump. He saw her out of the corner of his eyes and smirked. "This ere is Sarah Harper! She is our new seemstress and you are to treat her with the upmost respect!" These words shocked Sarah and she looked up only to see him looking at her. He smiled and leaned down so that only she could hear him and whispered, "Now you don' think that I woul' let em miss treat ya now, do ya?" Sarah didn't say anything and looked away. Jack then looked back at the crew who was standing there awating orders. "Back to work now you swabbs!" With that every last one of them scrambled to continue their work.
Jack looked at Hughes and told him to take the wheel while he showed Sarah around. "Now." he said walking down the stairs to the lower floor of the deck, Sarah following him. "This basicly be yur new 'ome Sarah. Savvy?" She nodded her head, and he continued. "'O course you are goin' to need a place to sleep. Luckly there is a extra cabin across from mine tha' you can 'ave. Hughes don' 'ave it cause he prefers to sleep elsewhere. Don' know why, 'e jus' does. I guess it be because he likes sleepin' in the kitchen. The slob does like to eat." With that Jack stopped in front of a door and opened it to revile a small room with a dresser, a full length mirror, a bed with navy blue blankets, and a table next to it.
Sarah looked from the room to Jack. He looked from the room to her and cleared his throat. "I dare say that besides my room you have the nicest one on the ship. So feel lucky, savvy?" She looked back to the room. *It's going to need to be cleaned. Atleast there's a window.* she thought to herself. "Did ya 'ear me luv?" she looked back to Jack and glared at him. Her senses finally comming to her that he was a pirate and she didn't know if she could trust him, though she still had to admit that he was a fine looking man. "Yes Mr. Sparrow. I heard you." "Good, now I'm going to find something for you to wear other than that dress." she raised an eyebrow to that remark and began to say something when he cut her off talking to himself. "Maybe I 'ave some clothes that'll fit ye. I 'aven't cleaned out my wardrobe in a while and some 'o them are too small anyway." Sarah gasped when she realized that he was going to make her wear his clothes.
"Men's clothing! I certainly shall not!"
"Well, ye can' very well work in dresses Luv. Ye won't only be fixin' clothes, but ye'll 'elp clean a bit also. And a dress can get ya inta trouble on a ship when ya scrubbing the decks. Besides, I think that ya would look good in pants." he said looking her up and down.
"How dare you! You told your men to respect me, and I demand the same from you Jack Sparrow!"
"It's Captain Sparrow luv. And I didn' mean any disrespect to ya." he said brushing a strand of stray hair away from her face. She took a step back and glared at him. He didn't move towards her, but instead stood there looking at her, studying every feature of her face. Her eyes were what captivated him the most, being the color of the sea. But he had to admit that he loved her deep auburn hair, and pale skin. He shook himself back to his sences and cleared his throat. "Supper is at six, and be sure to ge' pleny 'o rest. You're gonna 'ave a rough day ahead of ye tomorrow." With that he left closing the door behind her. Sarah sat down on her bed, not knowing if she was okay with the whole situation or not. They weren't exactly treating her badly and had welcomed her in open arms, although the Captain didn't know where to draw the line with his remarks. But she thought of the adventures she will get to have, and it excited her. But she knew that if they were ever caught she would be put to the gallows along with the rest of them, and that scared her to no ends.
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Dinner that night was the most delicious meal she had ever eaten, consisting of bread, cheese, broiled fish cooked with different spices, apples, and wine. She couldn't remember a time where she had enjoyed a meal so much (maybe because she was very hungry). It took her a while to talk to anyone, but eventually got pulled into conversations by the crew. The men were all very kind to her, and especially humorous. She could only figure that they were so kind because the Captain made them be. None the less she liked listining to them tell her of their years at sea, and especially liked talking with a pirate that went by the name as Squeaks. "How did you get that name?" she had asked him. The man brushed his loose blonde hair out of his eyes and glared at Hughes. Sarah noticed that Hughes started to laugh silently in his seat. "Well," he said setting to where he was facing her, "I got it when I firs' joined this ere crew a few years back. Somehow on the firs' day I 'ad gotten water in my shoes, and they made the mos' turrable squeakin' sound. Thas when ol' Hughes 'ere called me Squeaks 'an it stuck." Sarah laughed at him and watched him turn red with embarassment. Hughes laughed and nodded his head. "I'd say that ol' Squeaks 'ere 'as the most embarassing nickname on board the Pearl. I'll never forget the way 'e reacted to the name. At firs' 'e was madder than a Shark." Squeaks looked at Hughes and rolled his eyes. "I 'ad a right ta be!" Hughes looked back at Sarah, "'E's always been uptight 'bout gettin embarassed. I swear I never saw a pirate so worried about 'is crew mates pickin' on 'em." "Well, it don't 'elp to 'ave a woman laughing at your nickname!" Sarah laughed as she thought back to the conversation. The two had spent the rest of dinner arguing. Hughes naturally winning it at the end.
When Sarah walked into her room she was surprised to see that the candels on the walls were lit and that there was a rather long shirt on her bed, and beside it a pair of pants, another shirt shorter than the other, a pair of socks, and shoes. She walked over and picked the longer shirt up. She guessed that Jack had left it there for her as something to sleep in until she had gotten something decent. She folded the shirt up and sat it on her table. She then picked up her book and sat on the bed stretching her legs out, and started to read.
Jack had been steering the ship for two hours after dinner had ended, the whole time thinking of Sarah. "Come on now. You are Captian Jack Sparrow and you can' go fallin' for a pair of pretty eyes. Even if they do get prettier when she is mad at ye." he scolded hiself under his breath as he walked to his room. Once he reached his door he looked at the one across from his. He shook his head and started to open his door, but decided that he should check up on the girl. He knocked on her door, and heard a sleepy "what?" from the inside.
When he opened the door he saw Sarah stretched out on her bed with the book she had been so sure to get earlier on her lap. He walked over to her and saw her look up at him, then turn her attention back to the book. "Now, why exactly was tha' book so important to ya luv?" he asked walking next to her bed. "It was a gift from a dear friend of mine in England. The only gift I had ever gotten before in my life." She watched as Jack raised an eyebrow. "Didn' yur family ever ge' ya anythin'?" She looked down at the book and sighed, then looked back up at him. "I don't have any family Captain. I was orphaned when I was young and lived in an orphanage most of my life." "Didn't the orphanage ever get ya anythin'?" "No, they were doing good to give all of us educations and clothes." "Oh." he paused and looked at the book. "Can I see tha' luv?" he asked holding his hand out for the book. "Yes, on one condition." "Wha'?" "DON'T call me love anymore. I have a name you know." He nodded his head then said, "Okay, Sarah." drawing out her name as if tasting every syllable.
She handed him the book and he looked at it, turning it around looking at the cover and flipping through the pages. "It's a collection of Shakespears works." she said smiling as she thought back to Elizabeth. Jack nodded his head then gave the book back to her. "Is it any good?" "Yes. Have you never read anything from Shakespear?" "I don' read." Sarah looked at him thinking that he meant that he wouldn't read. "Well, you should. Reading is a wonderful thing to do when you are passing time. Much better than getting yourself slobbering drunk all of the time." He sighed rolling his eyes. "You don' understand. I can' read." Sarah took a deep breath, her mouth turning into the shape of an "o". "Oh! I thought that..." "I know what you thought." he said sharply cutting her off. "I didn't mean to offend you!" she paused waiting for him to reply, but he stayed silent. "I should have known better than to try and apologise to a pirate." He looked at her and grabbed her wrist, finding himself looking straight into her eyes. "Now what is tha' suppose to mean?" "Oh nothing. I just should have remembered that you aren't a gentleman like what I'm used to. That actually accept apologies!" She tried to break her hand loose, but his grip was too tight on her. "LET GO OF ME!" she screamed trying desperatly to peel his hand away. He smiled triuphantly at her and let go.
He coughed and looked back at the book. "I want you to teach me 'ow to read." She glared at him rubbing her wrist where he had a hold of it. "What if I don't want to teach you how to read." He leaned down to where his face was right across from hers. "I didn' ASK you to teach me. I TOLD you too." "And what if I refuse?" "Then ye'll be sleeping in the briggs." "The Briggs!?" "Aye, the briggs. Do you 'ave trouble 'earing me or somethin' woman?" "No, I just CHOOSE not to hear you." "Well, you better start choosin to hear me if you wan' to stay alive. The ocean is no laughin' matter luv." "DON'T CALL ME LOVE!" Jack rolled his eyes. "Ye'll start teachin' me tomorrow after dinner. Savvy?" "Savvy." she said glaring at him. He smirked triumphantly and then walked out the door closing it behind him.
Last chapter thoughts were outlined in (' '), but now they will be outlined in (* *). Thanks for reading! Disclaimer on the first page. I'm sorry if the "pirate talk" isn't what it's supposed to sound like, as well as the grammar. I'm trying to watch for that stuff. Honest.
Chapter 2
The Black Pearl was like nothing she had ever seen before in her life. Completely black and much bigger than the last ship she was on, it made her feel small. She swallowed as she looked up at the black sails. She had heard many times of the Black Pearl when in England, and it amazed her that she was now on board it.
"Listen up you mangy dogs!" Jack yelled beside of her making her jump. He saw her out of the corner of his eyes and smirked. "This ere is Sarah Harper! She is our new seemstress and you are to treat her with the upmost respect!" These words shocked Sarah and she looked up only to see him looking at her. He smiled and leaned down so that only she could hear him and whispered, "Now you don' think that I woul' let em miss treat ya now, do ya?" Sarah didn't say anything and looked away. Jack then looked back at the crew who was standing there awating orders. "Back to work now you swabbs!" With that every last one of them scrambled to continue their work.
Jack looked at Hughes and told him to take the wheel while he showed Sarah around. "Now." he said walking down the stairs to the lower floor of the deck, Sarah following him. "This basicly be yur new 'ome Sarah. Savvy?" She nodded her head, and he continued. "'O course you are goin' to need a place to sleep. Luckly there is a extra cabin across from mine tha' you can 'ave. Hughes don' 'ave it cause he prefers to sleep elsewhere. Don' know why, 'e jus' does. I guess it be because he likes sleepin' in the kitchen. The slob does like to eat." With that Jack stopped in front of a door and opened it to revile a small room with a dresser, a full length mirror, a bed with navy blue blankets, and a table next to it.
Sarah looked from the room to Jack. He looked from the room to her and cleared his throat. "I dare say that besides my room you have the nicest one on the ship. So feel lucky, savvy?" She looked back to the room. *It's going to need to be cleaned. Atleast there's a window.* she thought to herself. "Did ya 'ear me luv?" she looked back to Jack and glared at him. Her senses finally comming to her that he was a pirate and she didn't know if she could trust him, though she still had to admit that he was a fine looking man. "Yes Mr. Sparrow. I heard you." "Good, now I'm going to find something for you to wear other than that dress." she raised an eyebrow to that remark and began to say something when he cut her off talking to himself. "Maybe I 'ave some clothes that'll fit ye. I 'aven't cleaned out my wardrobe in a while and some 'o them are too small anyway." Sarah gasped when she realized that he was going to make her wear his clothes.
"Men's clothing! I certainly shall not!"
"Well, ye can' very well work in dresses Luv. Ye won't only be fixin' clothes, but ye'll 'elp clean a bit also. And a dress can get ya inta trouble on a ship when ya scrubbing the decks. Besides, I think that ya would look good in pants." he said looking her up and down.
"How dare you! You told your men to respect me, and I demand the same from you Jack Sparrow!"
"It's Captain Sparrow luv. And I didn' mean any disrespect to ya." he said brushing a strand of stray hair away from her face. She took a step back and glared at him. He didn't move towards her, but instead stood there looking at her, studying every feature of her face. Her eyes were what captivated him the most, being the color of the sea. But he had to admit that he loved her deep auburn hair, and pale skin. He shook himself back to his sences and cleared his throat. "Supper is at six, and be sure to ge' pleny 'o rest. You're gonna 'ave a rough day ahead of ye tomorrow." With that he left closing the door behind her. Sarah sat down on her bed, not knowing if she was okay with the whole situation or not. They weren't exactly treating her badly and had welcomed her in open arms, although the Captain didn't know where to draw the line with his remarks. But she thought of the adventures she will get to have, and it excited her. But she knew that if they were ever caught she would be put to the gallows along with the rest of them, and that scared her to no ends.
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Dinner that night was the most delicious meal she had ever eaten, consisting of bread, cheese, broiled fish cooked with different spices, apples, and wine. She couldn't remember a time where she had enjoyed a meal so much (maybe because she was very hungry). It took her a while to talk to anyone, but eventually got pulled into conversations by the crew. The men were all very kind to her, and especially humorous. She could only figure that they were so kind because the Captain made them be. None the less she liked listining to them tell her of their years at sea, and especially liked talking with a pirate that went by the name as Squeaks. "How did you get that name?" she had asked him. The man brushed his loose blonde hair out of his eyes and glared at Hughes. Sarah noticed that Hughes started to laugh silently in his seat. "Well," he said setting to where he was facing her, "I got it when I firs' joined this ere crew a few years back. Somehow on the firs' day I 'ad gotten water in my shoes, and they made the mos' turrable squeakin' sound. Thas when ol' Hughes 'ere called me Squeaks 'an it stuck." Sarah laughed at him and watched him turn red with embarassment. Hughes laughed and nodded his head. "I'd say that ol' Squeaks 'ere 'as the most embarassing nickname on board the Pearl. I'll never forget the way 'e reacted to the name. At firs' 'e was madder than a Shark." Squeaks looked at Hughes and rolled his eyes. "I 'ad a right ta be!" Hughes looked back at Sarah, "'E's always been uptight 'bout gettin embarassed. I swear I never saw a pirate so worried about 'is crew mates pickin' on 'em." "Well, it don't 'elp to 'ave a woman laughing at your nickname!" Sarah laughed as she thought back to the conversation. The two had spent the rest of dinner arguing. Hughes naturally winning it at the end.
When Sarah walked into her room she was surprised to see that the candels on the walls were lit and that there was a rather long shirt on her bed, and beside it a pair of pants, another shirt shorter than the other, a pair of socks, and shoes. She walked over and picked the longer shirt up. She guessed that Jack had left it there for her as something to sleep in until she had gotten something decent. She folded the shirt up and sat it on her table. She then picked up her book and sat on the bed stretching her legs out, and started to read.
Jack had been steering the ship for two hours after dinner had ended, the whole time thinking of Sarah. "Come on now. You are Captian Jack Sparrow and you can' go fallin' for a pair of pretty eyes. Even if they do get prettier when she is mad at ye." he scolded hiself under his breath as he walked to his room. Once he reached his door he looked at the one across from his. He shook his head and started to open his door, but decided that he should check up on the girl. He knocked on her door, and heard a sleepy "what?" from the inside.
When he opened the door he saw Sarah stretched out on her bed with the book she had been so sure to get earlier on her lap. He walked over to her and saw her look up at him, then turn her attention back to the book. "Now, why exactly was tha' book so important to ya luv?" he asked walking next to her bed. "It was a gift from a dear friend of mine in England. The only gift I had ever gotten before in my life." She watched as Jack raised an eyebrow. "Didn' yur family ever ge' ya anythin'?" She looked down at the book and sighed, then looked back up at him. "I don't have any family Captain. I was orphaned when I was young and lived in an orphanage most of my life." "Didn't the orphanage ever get ya anythin'?" "No, they were doing good to give all of us educations and clothes." "Oh." he paused and looked at the book. "Can I see tha' luv?" he asked holding his hand out for the book. "Yes, on one condition." "Wha'?" "DON'T call me love anymore. I have a name you know." He nodded his head then said, "Okay, Sarah." drawing out her name as if tasting every syllable.
She handed him the book and he looked at it, turning it around looking at the cover and flipping through the pages. "It's a collection of Shakespears works." she said smiling as she thought back to Elizabeth. Jack nodded his head then gave the book back to her. "Is it any good?" "Yes. Have you never read anything from Shakespear?" "I don' read." Sarah looked at him thinking that he meant that he wouldn't read. "Well, you should. Reading is a wonderful thing to do when you are passing time. Much better than getting yourself slobbering drunk all of the time." He sighed rolling his eyes. "You don' understand. I can' read." Sarah took a deep breath, her mouth turning into the shape of an "o". "Oh! I thought that..." "I know what you thought." he said sharply cutting her off. "I didn't mean to offend you!" she paused waiting for him to reply, but he stayed silent. "I should have known better than to try and apologise to a pirate." He looked at her and grabbed her wrist, finding himself looking straight into her eyes. "Now what is tha' suppose to mean?" "Oh nothing. I just should have remembered that you aren't a gentleman like what I'm used to. That actually accept apologies!" She tried to break her hand loose, but his grip was too tight on her. "LET GO OF ME!" she screamed trying desperatly to peel his hand away. He smiled triuphantly at her and let go.
He coughed and looked back at the book. "I want you to teach me 'ow to read." She glared at him rubbing her wrist where he had a hold of it. "What if I don't want to teach you how to read." He leaned down to where his face was right across from hers. "I didn' ASK you to teach me. I TOLD you too." "And what if I refuse?" "Then ye'll be sleeping in the briggs." "The Briggs!?" "Aye, the briggs. Do you 'ave trouble 'earing me or somethin' woman?" "No, I just CHOOSE not to hear you." "Well, you better start choosin to hear me if you wan' to stay alive. The ocean is no laughin' matter luv." "DON'T CALL ME LOVE!" Jack rolled his eyes. "Ye'll start teachin' me tomorrow after dinner. Savvy?" "Savvy." she said glaring at him. He smirked triumphantly and then walked out the door closing it behind him.
