Chapter 2
Jack watched as the person settled into the chair, easy and confident, the gloved hands steepled. A kind of position that grated on his pride, considering his reputation as a fearsome pirate should proceed him far enough that all others give him the respectful reverence he deserved. "As can be seen, probably, my crew and myself are foreigners to your blue waters here. I've made a rather satisfactory reputation for myself in my territory, but I'd rather like to spread it some."
Jack snorted. It was one of those then. Some whelp who wanted claim to his sea! He laughed and ran his fingers over the two braids of his goatee. "No use tryin'. I'm not gonna be schedulin' a sea battle fer ya like a military British moron. If'n ye be wantin' t' lay claim t' me ships-you'll jus' have t' try me on th' waters."
A laugh and a shake of the head were his answer. "Certainly not, Captain! I'm not asking for battle. I'm asking for something much more profitable. A partnership."
"Not interested in tha' either."
"Hasty! You haven't heard me out. It'll be worth your wiles to allow me in on your quests. My ship is sleek and fast. You'll be able to get twice the spoils, and much of the profit. Not to mention my crew and myself will be under your command while we remain in the Caribbean. Plus-a little surprise on my part."
Ah, now this was intriguing, as well too fishy. " Well, Cap'n. As good as tha' all sounds-what makes ya think I'd believe ya won' be tryin' t' do me off once ya got me all secure like."
"What would secure the bonding?"
"Why are ya so insistent?" Now Jack had him. "Wha's th' surprise?"
The stranger tipped the ridiculous hat back a bit, and the scarf about the lower face pulled as lips smiled beneath. "Will that secure your trust, Captain Sparrow? I will gladly tell you the surprise if that is the case."
Jack sniffed slightly. He felt slightly outclassed at the moment, and was decidedly embarrassed by it. Can't let that upstart youth know that! "Yeah.I'll take ye word fer th' safety of me ship if'n ya tell me th' surprise."
"Very well. I run after the merchant ships of Spain, Britain, France and those of the Ottoman just inside the Mediterranean.mostly off of the Gibraltar. It came to my attention there that among the ships there was a tale of a massive treasure, but it was nearly impossible to get to."
"Ah, I think I'm beginnin' t' like this story, now."
A quick nod of the head. "As I hoped, but there is more. The treasure was said to be held under guard of the last, hidden Amazon tribe on the island Bioko. Of course, I did not believe it without proof! Out of boredom, I suppose I ventured to the Northwest Coast of Africa where the island was said to be."
Jack waved his hand about suddenly, "I think I know whatcha getting' at, lad. Ya found the bloody island, but ya couldn' get to th' treasure? An' so ya come t' find the great Captain Jack Sparrow t' get ya the fabled riches? Bah."
Eyes gleamed from the darkness made by the wide brim of the hat. "The treasure is not cured, if that is what you fear."
"I fear nothin' I accept! I'll show ya how ya goes about obtainin' goods."
"Ahhhhh. Pride. Fearlessness. You do not disappoint me, Captain." The figure rose to full height and began to move from the table. "I'll meet you at sun up tomorrow. You may access my ship then."
Jack jumped to his feet, "Now hold on jus' a moment, here! I don' even know who th' devil ya are!"
The small one began to brush past him, not even bothering to give him full attention, "Captain Swift. Good eve." Jack growled, and placed a hand over the stranger's chest to halt- him? He wiggled his fingers over the surface obtaining a shocked gasp from Swift. It was a very well formed chest. Especially suited to a female. Aha!
She hissed. "I ask you to stop that groping!"
"Ye played enough games wit' me woman! Show ya face!"
She faced him full on, and laid the small-gloved hand over the mouth cloth, lingering for a moment before pulling it down. The hat, thank the saints, was tossed aside. Standing in a regal pose, she allowed the captain to view his new partner in full, and she was nothing to complain about physically.
Her hair was midnight black-almost to the point of having blue hues. It curled over her form like errant waves held back from her features by two beaded braids on each side, as well as a cloth band over the crown of her head. Her face was sharp, and a little hard. It suggested at a mixed breeding for her almond-shaped, jade pigmented eyes, high cheekbones, and her golden skin. Her mouth was a kind of full pout, the color of carmine. All this topped an average height, well endowed, toned figure dressed to play the part of a man.
"I am Captain Amelia Swift.."
Jack was shocked immediately. Not the kind of love-at-first-sight silly nonsense, but rather a physical shock at seeing a sensual figure unexpected before his eyes. "Err.Nice face."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, as she swept her unsightly hat from the dusty floorboards, "You can save your poor compliments for some floozy, Captain. I expect to see you promptly. Don't fail me." A grin snaked over her face.
She hurried from his view and out into the night, and at that moment, realization settled in. Jack had been bested into a contract.and by a damned female! He sat slowly into his chair once more, feeling weary.
Gibbs moved into the seat that she had occupied minutes earlier, and placed the long waited tankard before the moody captain. "Sorry 'bout th' wait, Jack. Forgot why I'd gone up there an' drank all yours! No matter.I got ya another one." Jack merely stared at the drink. "An' who was that fetchin' lass ye were talkin' t'? Right look fer a wily hellcat, she was." Jack grunted. "Now what be th' matter with ye?"
"Get th' ship ready, Gibbs. We sail at dawn."
"Aye, Cap'n." Jack's first mate stood once more and left to do his bidding. Jack watched as he left, then watched all those around him. No difference. It was though none of that had happened. He grabbed up the cheap metal tankard and slammed it down, feeling once more that luck was not on his side. And quite frankly, he felt it was his due to blame it all on those blasted-women.
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AN: I want to thank jmajere for being the first to post on my story. I hope more follow soon. I ask that everyone be patient. My writing is VERY sporadic, but I don't like to leave things unfinished if I like them!
I'm also hoping that the readers find this a story that doesn't follow all those usual add-on characters. I'm not trying to make Amelia into some Mary Jane with a crush on the sexy Jack Sparrow and visa versa! Enjoy.and Review.
Jack watched as the person settled into the chair, easy and confident, the gloved hands steepled. A kind of position that grated on his pride, considering his reputation as a fearsome pirate should proceed him far enough that all others give him the respectful reverence he deserved. "As can be seen, probably, my crew and myself are foreigners to your blue waters here. I've made a rather satisfactory reputation for myself in my territory, but I'd rather like to spread it some."
Jack snorted. It was one of those then. Some whelp who wanted claim to his sea! He laughed and ran his fingers over the two braids of his goatee. "No use tryin'. I'm not gonna be schedulin' a sea battle fer ya like a military British moron. If'n ye be wantin' t' lay claim t' me ships-you'll jus' have t' try me on th' waters."
A laugh and a shake of the head were his answer. "Certainly not, Captain! I'm not asking for battle. I'm asking for something much more profitable. A partnership."
"Not interested in tha' either."
"Hasty! You haven't heard me out. It'll be worth your wiles to allow me in on your quests. My ship is sleek and fast. You'll be able to get twice the spoils, and much of the profit. Not to mention my crew and myself will be under your command while we remain in the Caribbean. Plus-a little surprise on my part."
Ah, now this was intriguing, as well too fishy. " Well, Cap'n. As good as tha' all sounds-what makes ya think I'd believe ya won' be tryin' t' do me off once ya got me all secure like."
"What would secure the bonding?"
"Why are ya so insistent?" Now Jack had him. "Wha's th' surprise?"
The stranger tipped the ridiculous hat back a bit, and the scarf about the lower face pulled as lips smiled beneath. "Will that secure your trust, Captain Sparrow? I will gladly tell you the surprise if that is the case."
Jack sniffed slightly. He felt slightly outclassed at the moment, and was decidedly embarrassed by it. Can't let that upstart youth know that! "Yeah.I'll take ye word fer th' safety of me ship if'n ya tell me th' surprise."
"Very well. I run after the merchant ships of Spain, Britain, France and those of the Ottoman just inside the Mediterranean.mostly off of the Gibraltar. It came to my attention there that among the ships there was a tale of a massive treasure, but it was nearly impossible to get to."
"Ah, I think I'm beginnin' t' like this story, now."
A quick nod of the head. "As I hoped, but there is more. The treasure was said to be held under guard of the last, hidden Amazon tribe on the island Bioko. Of course, I did not believe it without proof! Out of boredom, I suppose I ventured to the Northwest Coast of Africa where the island was said to be."
Jack waved his hand about suddenly, "I think I know whatcha getting' at, lad. Ya found the bloody island, but ya couldn' get to th' treasure? An' so ya come t' find the great Captain Jack Sparrow t' get ya the fabled riches? Bah."
Eyes gleamed from the darkness made by the wide brim of the hat. "The treasure is not cured, if that is what you fear."
"I fear nothin' I accept! I'll show ya how ya goes about obtainin' goods."
"Ahhhhh. Pride. Fearlessness. You do not disappoint me, Captain." The figure rose to full height and began to move from the table. "I'll meet you at sun up tomorrow. You may access my ship then."
Jack jumped to his feet, "Now hold on jus' a moment, here! I don' even know who th' devil ya are!"
The small one began to brush past him, not even bothering to give him full attention, "Captain Swift. Good eve." Jack growled, and placed a hand over the stranger's chest to halt- him? He wiggled his fingers over the surface obtaining a shocked gasp from Swift. It was a very well formed chest. Especially suited to a female. Aha!
She hissed. "I ask you to stop that groping!"
"Ye played enough games wit' me woman! Show ya face!"
She faced him full on, and laid the small-gloved hand over the mouth cloth, lingering for a moment before pulling it down. The hat, thank the saints, was tossed aside. Standing in a regal pose, she allowed the captain to view his new partner in full, and she was nothing to complain about physically.
Her hair was midnight black-almost to the point of having blue hues. It curled over her form like errant waves held back from her features by two beaded braids on each side, as well as a cloth band over the crown of her head. Her face was sharp, and a little hard. It suggested at a mixed breeding for her almond-shaped, jade pigmented eyes, high cheekbones, and her golden skin. Her mouth was a kind of full pout, the color of carmine. All this topped an average height, well endowed, toned figure dressed to play the part of a man.
"I am Captain Amelia Swift.."
Jack was shocked immediately. Not the kind of love-at-first-sight silly nonsense, but rather a physical shock at seeing a sensual figure unexpected before his eyes. "Err.Nice face."
Her eyes narrowed slightly, as she swept her unsightly hat from the dusty floorboards, "You can save your poor compliments for some floozy, Captain. I expect to see you promptly. Don't fail me." A grin snaked over her face.
She hurried from his view and out into the night, and at that moment, realization settled in. Jack had been bested into a contract.and by a damned female! He sat slowly into his chair once more, feeling weary.
Gibbs moved into the seat that she had occupied minutes earlier, and placed the long waited tankard before the moody captain. "Sorry 'bout th' wait, Jack. Forgot why I'd gone up there an' drank all yours! No matter.I got ya another one." Jack merely stared at the drink. "An' who was that fetchin' lass ye were talkin' t'? Right look fer a wily hellcat, she was." Jack grunted. "Now what be th' matter with ye?"
"Get th' ship ready, Gibbs. We sail at dawn."
"Aye, Cap'n." Jack's first mate stood once more and left to do his bidding. Jack watched as he left, then watched all those around him. No difference. It was though none of that had happened. He grabbed up the cheap metal tankard and slammed it down, feeling once more that luck was not on his side. And quite frankly, he felt it was his due to blame it all on those blasted-women.
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AN: I want to thank jmajere for being the first to post on my story. I hope more follow soon. I ask that everyone be patient. My writing is VERY sporadic, but I don't like to leave things unfinished if I like them!
I'm also hoping that the readers find this a story that doesn't follow all those usual add-on characters. I'm not trying to make Amelia into some Mary Jane with a crush on the sexy Jack Sparrow and visa versa! Enjoy.and Review.
