~Author's Note and Disclaimer~
Nope. Never have, never will own Pirates. Why would I be writing a fanfic
about something I already own?
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Chapter 3:
Jack looked helplessly at Sandy. He heard her last words clearer than a bell. He wondered if he really would see her again, when suddenly, he saw her go under. He jolted up and yelled, "Who's gonna save her!?" Silence. Then, the captain spoke up.
"It's not worth savin'. Look, Jack, it's th'curse that keeps her alive in th'water, so no need ta fret. Last thing ye need to do is go after a slave a'Neptune's," she said. He waved her off, saying, "Ye know nothin'. Honestly, ye really expect me ta believe in that kinda fantasy? Yer bloody insane."
She rolled her eyes and said, "Fine. Believe what ye want ta believe. Yer not goin' after her, though. She be gone fer good. Million miles away b'now."
Jack looked back to the water where she'd last been spotted and sighed. What if she's really tellin the truth? Jack thought. He remembered what she'd said. "We will meet again, Jack Sparrow!" were the words echoing inside his head. He swaggered around the ship until sunset.
He studied Sheryl's features as she stood at the steering wheel. Her blonde hair was beaded symmetrically in two parts in front of her face, and a black bandana held the rest behind her. It was fairly long, extending just a little farther than the waistline. Her metallic, emerald eyes were fixed on the horizon as her blouse loosely blew in the wind. Her dark amethyst vest hung low, past her hair and the wisps of it contrasted against the cream-color of her pants. They were torn in the knee and shins, and were tucked into her boots that were as black as igneous.
Jack stared at her, and before he realized he was, she glared at him and yelled over the wind, "Would ye stop GAPING at me! Yer getting to be irritating!" He laughed at her and yelled back, "That's what I live for, pet!" With that, she let go of the wheel and stormed to him.
"What'd ye just call me?" she asked coldly. He put his arms up like a victim who was surrendering to the point of a pistol.
"What DID ye just call me!?" she repeated angrily, advancing toward him. He smiled hesitantly and said, "No need ta get all in a tizzy over it! It's just a nickname, fer god's sake!" She gripped him by the collar of his shirt and said, "I'm not your pet, love, or whatever the hell you call me. I am CAPTAIN Sheryl Diego, and I do NOT tolerate name-callin, Jack!"
She let go of him and walked over to the railing of the ship to watch the sunset. He smiled and inched his way over, careful to take a long time to mingle around. He didn't want her to go ballistic again without meaning her to.
"Jack, either ye join me or ye don't. Walking around in circles really gets ye nowhere," she said irritated. He smiled and waltzed over to lean beside her.
"Ye sure yer not goin to go rabid again?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and turned to face him to say, "Not till ye make me, no."
They stared at the hues of pink and orange erupt in the clouds as the sun sizzled into the ocean. He looked into her eyes. Their acidic jade were like nothing he'd ever seen before. The only thing he didn't like about her was how stubborn and ill-tempered she was. Her expression was always angry, angry, angry. Never pleased. She couldn't appreciate anything in life. Even when she smiled... come to think of it... I've never seen her smile before Jack thought. He was determined to make her smile tonight. Even if it took him all night.
"Ye know, ye sure are pretty, Sheryl," he said, hoping for a blush or something.
"CAPTAIN Sheryl. It is CAPTAIN to you," she said, annoyed. He frowned at his failure.
"Ye look like ye need some rum. Ye want ta share a bottle or-" "I know where yer takin this, Sparrow. I'm not as dumb as I look!" she said.
"I didn't say ye were! I said ye were pretty!" Jack said, getting really confused. She smirked, and said, "That's not much, coming from *you* Jack."
"Aarrgh!" he yelled and rubbed his temples. This is harder than I thought, he thought.
"Look back that way," she said pointing to the other side of the boat. There were huge gray clouds and they heard a soft murmur of thunder in the distance. "If we don't get docked to the nearest Port, we're in fer a rough night, mate," she said as she made her way to the steering wheel.
"Don't worry. It'll be a short one. I sense it in me blood," Jack said.
After a short while, the rain had started. Captain Sheryl was calling commands to the crews, and with their cooperation, the boat wasn't damaged by the end of the storm. And like Jack had promised, it was brief.
"See, love, I knew it'd be alright," Jack said, when really, deep down, he really didn't have a clue the whole time. He covered his mouth immediately after he said this and slowly backed away. She seemed concerned to see him do so.
"What's th'matter? Ye hurt yer mouth? Bite yer tongue? What?" she asked.
He put his hand down leaving a wide-spread grin across his face. She shot an eyebrow up and stepped forward as if to ask, "What did you do, THIS time?" He put his arms up, yet again, defensively, saying, "I didn't mean to. It just slipped out me mouth and I didn't even know-" "What! Who did ye tell!? How did ye know?! It was the eyes, wasn't it?" she cried.
He cocked his head and said, "What in blazes are you talking about, woman? I don't know anything about what yer sayin. All I know is that I called ye love and ye didn't even mind it."
That shut her up for a moment. Her eyes scrolled along like she was reading her own trail of thoughts, when suddenly, something clicked. "Ah, well. I just lost me mind fer a bit, there," and she gave herself a light slap on the forehead. "Uh, looks it might rain tonight, so yer free to sleep indoors with me," she continued. As soon as she saw the spark in his eyes, she regretted saying this.
"Y'know, I really can't refuse that-" "Jack Sparrow, I'll hit you if you take one step near my bed! Ye sleep on the floor, savvey?" she said, but then, she felt the urge to wink at him. She grimaced, and shook it off as she led him to the cabin. He looked at the sky, but it looked quite clear. Maybe she just didn't want to take any chances, Jack thought. Then he smiled to himself slyly and then thought, Or maybe she DID want to take some chances...
She laid out some sheets on the floor and a ragged, thick, old quilt. As she unfolded the sheets on her bed, he said, "Well, are you going to dress for bed?" She glared at him and tossed a pillow at his face, coldly saying, "Shut up, filth."
He pouted and laid down as she took off her vest, boots, and bandana. She laid atop her sheets and was ready to turn out the light, when he said, "Goodnight, love." She was enraged, but instead she let off a grieving sigh, and said, "Too tired for yer shit, Jack. Goodnight."
Right as she turned out the light, she saw him smile very widely. She turned the light back on, saying, "Alright Jack. Share with me what ye be smiling about."
"I was just thinking how glorious it'd be to have all a'Neptune's treasure from that Mermaid Cavern. All fer ourselves," he said defiantly. Then, she smiled. Her smile had to have been the purest of smiles. Her soft blue-green eyes glinting. He smiled broader at that thinking, Ah finally. I finally got the smile.
She turned out the light and turned over so her back faced him. She was afraid of what she might have told him if she hadn't. Darkness closed in around them and yet the air was breezy and fresh; not a single drop of rain.
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~Author's Note~ So... didja like it??? Tell me if I'm going to extreme on the pirate's accents. I can't really tell. Well, click the beautiful little button down below so I know exactly what you think and how I should improve. I know I haven't gotten to the treasure yet, but do not fear! I will be getting to it in the next chapter!!! Very soon!!! So review!!!
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Chapter 3:
Jack looked helplessly at Sandy. He heard her last words clearer than a bell. He wondered if he really would see her again, when suddenly, he saw her go under. He jolted up and yelled, "Who's gonna save her!?" Silence. Then, the captain spoke up.
"It's not worth savin'. Look, Jack, it's th'curse that keeps her alive in th'water, so no need ta fret. Last thing ye need to do is go after a slave a'Neptune's," she said. He waved her off, saying, "Ye know nothin'. Honestly, ye really expect me ta believe in that kinda fantasy? Yer bloody insane."
She rolled her eyes and said, "Fine. Believe what ye want ta believe. Yer not goin' after her, though. She be gone fer good. Million miles away b'now."
Jack looked back to the water where she'd last been spotted and sighed. What if she's really tellin the truth? Jack thought. He remembered what she'd said. "We will meet again, Jack Sparrow!" were the words echoing inside his head. He swaggered around the ship until sunset.
He studied Sheryl's features as she stood at the steering wheel. Her blonde hair was beaded symmetrically in two parts in front of her face, and a black bandana held the rest behind her. It was fairly long, extending just a little farther than the waistline. Her metallic, emerald eyes were fixed on the horizon as her blouse loosely blew in the wind. Her dark amethyst vest hung low, past her hair and the wisps of it contrasted against the cream-color of her pants. They were torn in the knee and shins, and were tucked into her boots that were as black as igneous.
Jack stared at her, and before he realized he was, she glared at him and yelled over the wind, "Would ye stop GAPING at me! Yer getting to be irritating!" He laughed at her and yelled back, "That's what I live for, pet!" With that, she let go of the wheel and stormed to him.
"What'd ye just call me?" she asked coldly. He put his arms up like a victim who was surrendering to the point of a pistol.
"What DID ye just call me!?" she repeated angrily, advancing toward him. He smiled hesitantly and said, "No need ta get all in a tizzy over it! It's just a nickname, fer god's sake!" She gripped him by the collar of his shirt and said, "I'm not your pet, love, or whatever the hell you call me. I am CAPTAIN Sheryl Diego, and I do NOT tolerate name-callin, Jack!"
She let go of him and walked over to the railing of the ship to watch the sunset. He smiled and inched his way over, careful to take a long time to mingle around. He didn't want her to go ballistic again without meaning her to.
"Jack, either ye join me or ye don't. Walking around in circles really gets ye nowhere," she said irritated. He smiled and waltzed over to lean beside her.
"Ye sure yer not goin to go rabid again?" he asked. She rolled her eyes and turned to face him to say, "Not till ye make me, no."
They stared at the hues of pink and orange erupt in the clouds as the sun sizzled into the ocean. He looked into her eyes. Their acidic jade were like nothing he'd ever seen before. The only thing he didn't like about her was how stubborn and ill-tempered she was. Her expression was always angry, angry, angry. Never pleased. She couldn't appreciate anything in life. Even when she smiled... come to think of it... I've never seen her smile before Jack thought. He was determined to make her smile tonight. Even if it took him all night.
"Ye know, ye sure are pretty, Sheryl," he said, hoping for a blush or something.
"CAPTAIN Sheryl. It is CAPTAIN to you," she said, annoyed. He frowned at his failure.
"Ye look like ye need some rum. Ye want ta share a bottle or-" "I know where yer takin this, Sparrow. I'm not as dumb as I look!" she said.
"I didn't say ye were! I said ye were pretty!" Jack said, getting really confused. She smirked, and said, "That's not much, coming from *you* Jack."
"Aarrgh!" he yelled and rubbed his temples. This is harder than I thought, he thought.
"Look back that way," she said pointing to the other side of the boat. There were huge gray clouds and they heard a soft murmur of thunder in the distance. "If we don't get docked to the nearest Port, we're in fer a rough night, mate," she said as she made her way to the steering wheel.
"Don't worry. It'll be a short one. I sense it in me blood," Jack said.
After a short while, the rain had started. Captain Sheryl was calling commands to the crews, and with their cooperation, the boat wasn't damaged by the end of the storm. And like Jack had promised, it was brief.
"See, love, I knew it'd be alright," Jack said, when really, deep down, he really didn't have a clue the whole time. He covered his mouth immediately after he said this and slowly backed away. She seemed concerned to see him do so.
"What's th'matter? Ye hurt yer mouth? Bite yer tongue? What?" she asked.
He put his hand down leaving a wide-spread grin across his face. She shot an eyebrow up and stepped forward as if to ask, "What did you do, THIS time?" He put his arms up, yet again, defensively, saying, "I didn't mean to. It just slipped out me mouth and I didn't even know-" "What! Who did ye tell!? How did ye know?! It was the eyes, wasn't it?" she cried.
He cocked his head and said, "What in blazes are you talking about, woman? I don't know anything about what yer sayin. All I know is that I called ye love and ye didn't even mind it."
That shut her up for a moment. Her eyes scrolled along like she was reading her own trail of thoughts, when suddenly, something clicked. "Ah, well. I just lost me mind fer a bit, there," and she gave herself a light slap on the forehead. "Uh, looks it might rain tonight, so yer free to sleep indoors with me," she continued. As soon as she saw the spark in his eyes, she regretted saying this.
"Y'know, I really can't refuse that-" "Jack Sparrow, I'll hit you if you take one step near my bed! Ye sleep on the floor, savvey?" she said, but then, she felt the urge to wink at him. She grimaced, and shook it off as she led him to the cabin. He looked at the sky, but it looked quite clear. Maybe she just didn't want to take any chances, Jack thought. Then he smiled to himself slyly and then thought, Or maybe she DID want to take some chances...
She laid out some sheets on the floor and a ragged, thick, old quilt. As she unfolded the sheets on her bed, he said, "Well, are you going to dress for bed?" She glared at him and tossed a pillow at his face, coldly saying, "Shut up, filth."
He pouted and laid down as she took off her vest, boots, and bandana. She laid atop her sheets and was ready to turn out the light, when he said, "Goodnight, love." She was enraged, but instead she let off a grieving sigh, and said, "Too tired for yer shit, Jack. Goodnight."
Right as she turned out the light, she saw him smile very widely. She turned the light back on, saying, "Alright Jack. Share with me what ye be smiling about."
"I was just thinking how glorious it'd be to have all a'Neptune's treasure from that Mermaid Cavern. All fer ourselves," he said defiantly. Then, she smiled. Her smile had to have been the purest of smiles. Her soft blue-green eyes glinting. He smiled broader at that thinking, Ah finally. I finally got the smile.
She turned out the light and turned over so her back faced him. She was afraid of what she might have told him if she hadn't. Darkness closed in around them and yet the air was breezy and fresh; not a single drop of rain.
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~Author's Note~ So... didja like it??? Tell me if I'm going to extreme on the pirate's accents. I can't really tell. Well, click the beautiful little button down below so I know exactly what you think and how I should improve. I know I haven't gotten to the treasure yet, but do not fear! I will be getting to it in the next chapter!!! Very soon!!! So review!!!