Title: The Blood Ruby
Rating: R (Restricted from Child Viewing)- Violence, Language, Sexuality
Summary: Captain Jack Sparrow agrees to a pact of joint plundering on the Caribbean Sea with the Mediterranean's fearsome pilferer, Captain Amelia Swift. In exchange, she promises to lead him across the Atlantic to legendary riches held by a lost Amazon tribe on the island Bioko. However.things are not all what they seem with this wily femme, and plots run deep against the infamous captain of the Black Pearl.
Disclaimer: As expected, I do not own the characters, storylines, etc. of Pirates of the Caribbean. Disney Rules. HOWEVER! I do own the Captain Amelia Swift, and other such characters unknown to you, but otherwise associated with this story. My express permission is needed to use my stuff.now on with the tale.
Prologue
"I love tha' song. When I get back th' Black Pearl I'm gonna teach it to m' crew.an ' then we'll sing it all th' time."
"And you'll positively be the most feared pirate off the Spanish Main." Elizabeth Swann added with gusto.
Jack Sparrow smiled drunkenly up at the young woman, who like him, was marooned on this bloody little island. They had both collapsed after a rowdy rendition of a pirate's tune brought on by heavy drinking from a stash of rum. The leaping flames of their bonfire played wickedly on his haphazard features.
"Not just the Spanish Main, but the entire ocean.the entire world."
Chapter 1
It had been nearly two years since that night of Jack's marooning.second marooning.and it struck him as rather funny that he should only think of it now. He stumbled slightly on the ill-lit stairway from the upper floor of The Faithful Bride, cursing slightly, as he tried to tuck his shirt into his breeches. He continued down to the lower floor, the sounds of brawling still underway. Snorting, he rubbed his sore left cheek.
His damned, unhappy luck never changed.at least when it came to women. A bunch of half-mad cats, the whole lot. Tortuga sported the best reputation for a blissful night in the arms of its many whores, yet Jack found little solace in their embraces. Hell if he didn't try! Only minutes ago that.what's her name.Lilith or something like that, was fulfilling her bit for a few shillings on top of him. Maybe he lost interest. Maybe he was just sick of the usual one nightstand, but either way she wasn't very happy when he abruptly shoved her off of him. He paid her in full, but she was like some scalded hen just 'cause he didn't want her anymore.
"Bastard!" He cringed slightly as her shrill scream echoed down the stairs. No matter, she'll find someone else for her pleasure, if she's not so desperate for pay it seems.
Gibbs looked up at his captain over the wide brim of his mug. "Tha's quick." Jack slid into a chair, propped his boots on the table, and glared at his first mate from under the brim of his tricorner hat. Gibbs tugged at his ill-kept, grayed whiskers, smoothing them over his fat jowls. His bleary, red-shot eyes stared back nervously. "Sorry, Jack. None of me bus'ness.righ'?"
"Ya can buy me a grog, an' I'll forget all 'bouts it, savvy?"
"Yeah, sure." Gibbs mumbled as he sidled his pudgy build out of his seat, and into the crowd for the barkeep. Jack shifted in his place and crosses his arms over his chest.but uncrosses them again to push away his mess of beads-he really thought he should cut the damn things off, they got in the way-he then crossed them once more and proceeded to eye the tavern a bit.
Same lot as always. He shoved some intoxicated strumpet out of his lap, ignoring her raunchy laugh as she stumbled off for another one. Same old crowd. Same.what ho?
Jack's glance settled on a new unfamiliar group. Rather, he couldn't see how anyone could miss them. They were anything but inconspicuous. A large band of dark fellows, something like the Turks he guessed, sat sullenly about a single figure. Something like a bunch of wild-eyed foreign watchdogs. They looked like statues of the same mold for all he could tell.
The-leader, he guessed-was a bit on the 'interesting' side. Traditional pirate garb, seemingly. Fitted leather breeches.red in color, probably dyed.over rather thin legs. Brown knee boots, and very small feet! Black tunic, large vest, black sash.pistols.a blade.a hideously large-brimmed hat, feathered.and a cloth covering the rogue's face from nose to chin. All propped up much like he was.
"Pfft.copy me do ya? An' why bothering t' hide scars from th' likes o' us?" Jack caught the glint of the fellow's eyes. "Ahhh.now ya notice me starin'." He muttered to himself. Pushing back the hat from his eyes, he grinned, and called out a polite greeting, "Nice scarf lad," he assumed that the fellow was just a boy, "Didja get ya lips blown off by cannon?"
That set it off. The little one's guards swiftly withdrew their curved- blade swords, scimitars, and moved in towards the captain aggressively.
"Enough! Amhad! Take them out now. I don't need you all jumping at every insult, like baboons!" A muffled voiced piped up over the discord brought on by the men. Hissing from unreleased rage, they stomped out of the tavern, herded by another-assumable it was Amhad.
Jack chuckled, not even bothering to budge from his position. "I don' need ya protection, lad." The figure laughed, rose, and sauntered over to seat next to him.
"It would defeat my purposes if we began on the wrong foot, so to say."
"Ya either got guts, boy, or ya jus' plain stupid t' invite ya self like that."
Jack could just imagine the smile snaking under the stranger's cloth covering-if he had lips that is. "Let's just pretend I have guts, and I'll introduce you to a proposition over a drink."
The captain shrugged, "I've already a mug comin'.in fact." Jack looked about the increasing crowd, confusion coloring his features, "where th' devil be Gibbs with me grog?" Growling to himself, he grabbed Gibbs' cup and drained what was left of it. "Well. on wit' ya proposition. I'm not goin' no where at th' moment."
"Good to know, Captain. This may be a little while."
Rating: R (Restricted from Child Viewing)- Violence, Language, Sexuality
Summary: Captain Jack Sparrow agrees to a pact of joint plundering on the Caribbean Sea with the Mediterranean's fearsome pilferer, Captain Amelia Swift. In exchange, she promises to lead him across the Atlantic to legendary riches held by a lost Amazon tribe on the island Bioko. However.things are not all what they seem with this wily femme, and plots run deep against the infamous captain of the Black Pearl.
Disclaimer: As expected, I do not own the characters, storylines, etc. of Pirates of the Caribbean. Disney Rules. HOWEVER! I do own the Captain Amelia Swift, and other such characters unknown to you, but otherwise associated with this story. My express permission is needed to use my stuff.now on with the tale.
Prologue
"I love tha' song. When I get back th' Black Pearl I'm gonna teach it to m' crew.an ' then we'll sing it all th' time."
"And you'll positively be the most feared pirate off the Spanish Main." Elizabeth Swann added with gusto.
Jack Sparrow smiled drunkenly up at the young woman, who like him, was marooned on this bloody little island. They had both collapsed after a rowdy rendition of a pirate's tune brought on by heavy drinking from a stash of rum. The leaping flames of their bonfire played wickedly on his haphazard features.
"Not just the Spanish Main, but the entire ocean.the entire world."
Chapter 1
It had been nearly two years since that night of Jack's marooning.second marooning.and it struck him as rather funny that he should only think of it now. He stumbled slightly on the ill-lit stairway from the upper floor of The Faithful Bride, cursing slightly, as he tried to tuck his shirt into his breeches. He continued down to the lower floor, the sounds of brawling still underway. Snorting, he rubbed his sore left cheek.
His damned, unhappy luck never changed.at least when it came to women. A bunch of half-mad cats, the whole lot. Tortuga sported the best reputation for a blissful night in the arms of its many whores, yet Jack found little solace in their embraces. Hell if he didn't try! Only minutes ago that.what's her name.Lilith or something like that, was fulfilling her bit for a few shillings on top of him. Maybe he lost interest. Maybe he was just sick of the usual one nightstand, but either way she wasn't very happy when he abruptly shoved her off of him. He paid her in full, but she was like some scalded hen just 'cause he didn't want her anymore.
"Bastard!" He cringed slightly as her shrill scream echoed down the stairs. No matter, she'll find someone else for her pleasure, if she's not so desperate for pay it seems.
Gibbs looked up at his captain over the wide brim of his mug. "Tha's quick." Jack slid into a chair, propped his boots on the table, and glared at his first mate from under the brim of his tricorner hat. Gibbs tugged at his ill-kept, grayed whiskers, smoothing them over his fat jowls. His bleary, red-shot eyes stared back nervously. "Sorry, Jack. None of me bus'ness.righ'?"
"Ya can buy me a grog, an' I'll forget all 'bouts it, savvy?"
"Yeah, sure." Gibbs mumbled as he sidled his pudgy build out of his seat, and into the crowd for the barkeep. Jack shifted in his place and crosses his arms over his chest.but uncrosses them again to push away his mess of beads-he really thought he should cut the damn things off, they got in the way-he then crossed them once more and proceeded to eye the tavern a bit.
Same lot as always. He shoved some intoxicated strumpet out of his lap, ignoring her raunchy laugh as she stumbled off for another one. Same old crowd. Same.what ho?
Jack's glance settled on a new unfamiliar group. Rather, he couldn't see how anyone could miss them. They were anything but inconspicuous. A large band of dark fellows, something like the Turks he guessed, sat sullenly about a single figure. Something like a bunch of wild-eyed foreign watchdogs. They looked like statues of the same mold for all he could tell.
The-leader, he guessed-was a bit on the 'interesting' side. Traditional pirate garb, seemingly. Fitted leather breeches.red in color, probably dyed.over rather thin legs. Brown knee boots, and very small feet! Black tunic, large vest, black sash.pistols.a blade.a hideously large-brimmed hat, feathered.and a cloth covering the rogue's face from nose to chin. All propped up much like he was.
"Pfft.copy me do ya? An' why bothering t' hide scars from th' likes o' us?" Jack caught the glint of the fellow's eyes. "Ahhh.now ya notice me starin'." He muttered to himself. Pushing back the hat from his eyes, he grinned, and called out a polite greeting, "Nice scarf lad," he assumed that the fellow was just a boy, "Didja get ya lips blown off by cannon?"
That set it off. The little one's guards swiftly withdrew their curved- blade swords, scimitars, and moved in towards the captain aggressively.
"Enough! Amhad! Take them out now. I don't need you all jumping at every insult, like baboons!" A muffled voiced piped up over the discord brought on by the men. Hissing from unreleased rage, they stomped out of the tavern, herded by another-assumable it was Amhad.
Jack chuckled, not even bothering to budge from his position. "I don' need ya protection, lad." The figure laughed, rose, and sauntered over to seat next to him.
"It would defeat my purposes if we began on the wrong foot, so to say."
"Ya either got guts, boy, or ya jus' plain stupid t' invite ya self like that."
Jack could just imagine the smile snaking under the stranger's cloth covering-if he had lips that is. "Let's just pretend I have guts, and I'll introduce you to a proposition over a drink."
The captain shrugged, "I've already a mug comin'.in fact." Jack looked about the increasing crowd, confusion coloring his features, "where th' devil be Gibbs with me grog?" Growling to himself, he grabbed Gibbs' cup and drained what was left of it. "Well. on wit' ya proposition. I'm not goin' no where at th' moment."
"Good to know, Captain. This may be a little while."
