Disclaimers: Hmm? Oh no, I don't own Captain Jack Sparrow! We have a mutual agreement (Shows a tied up Jack Sparrow in the closet) (Laughs Insanly) MINE!
Chapter one: Bloody ships...
*~* Two months later... *~*
Dane gently pursed dry lips, staring into her food bag,
"Bugger..." she said shoving it and sitting back.
A small boat rocked back and forth in the open waters, though Dane wasn't watching the salty blue. She looked at the empty food bag to the large black mutt in the boat, her dog Mercy.
Dane had lived in Tortuga for two weeks, resting, and visiting old friends. She had gotten all the money she had hidden away with Nicole and bought this small boat.
"Damita, you can't go out there all alone and expect to find a pirate ship." Nicole had said putting her once soft hand on the girl who was practically her daughter, the day before she set off.
"Miss. Niccy, I have too. No Ship has come in, with any intention of hiring me, within two weeks and I can't wait here on my heels much longer."
"At least leave the dog here, please Dane." She pleaded.
Dane remembering looking at the mutt she had found wandering the streets. He was black except for the white spots on his chest; his big brown eyes stared at her with more intelligence than any she had ever seen in a dog.
"No...Mercy and me. " She said motioning to the Dog, "We'll go a long way."
"Long way indeed..." Dane said, coming back to the present, and rubbing Mercy behind the ears, "I'm sorry, boy."
Sighing, she stuck her face in her hands, letting the wind blow through her hair. Mercy braked and butted her head with his own. Dane looked up, confused.
Looking behind her, Dane eyes widened. A large black ship came straight for her little boat. She dived off the boat only remembering to grab her clothes bag, the black dog behind her. She treaded water, well out of the way, and holding on to the large dog.
"BLAST!" she screamed, "Blast your... bloody ship!"
She watched as the giant ship sunk her tiny boat with ease, and slapped the water with anger. She sighed trying to keep her pack out of the water as much as she could.
"Man over board!" Someone yelled, female from the sound of it, and a male leaned over,
"Actually Annamaire, It's a girl, and a mutt too. Hmmm...interesting." He waved to someone on deck and yelled, "Drop anchor!!"
He threw off his hat, it hitting the deck and dove into the water and swam towards the girl. He grabbed her by the waist and began swimming back towards the ship hoping the dog would follow. He got her to the ship, and urged to climb the stopping boat. She pulled herself up the side, the man fallowing.
Collapsing on the deck Dane took a moment to breath, while she watched the man climb back over the edge of the boat for Mercy.
"I can't believe I'm saving a mutt..." she heard him mumble heaving the reluctant dog over the edge and few minutes later.
Dane hugged the dog firmly around the neck and kissed his wet head. She smiled in spite of herself; from the looks of the boat, this was a pirate's boat.
"I did it boy," she whispered, "Not exactly what I intended but-"
The one pirate, who had saved her, was leaning against the side of the ship,
"Now, what was a darlin' like you and that mangy mutt doing out in the water?" he asked waving one hand as he spoke.
Dane narrowed her eyes. "Your bloody ship ran over my boat!"
The Pirate smiled, showing his gold capped teeth, "Well ye shouldn't have had such a tiny boat out in the middle of my way," Jack snorted. "If ye hadn't been in my way, ye wouldn't have gotten run over," he added
Dane stood, "Well maybe if you knew how to drive a ship, I wouldn't have been run over."
"Maybe I was aiming for you," he said leaning in, " Maybe I like running over little girls and their doggies. Ever thought of that, luv?"
He grinned and swaggered over to the helm, "Now what were you doing so far from home, among such company?"
Dane narrowed her eyes, not knowing if he meant the dog or him, "I was
looking for work, I'm a pirate." She said showing the small 'P' on her wrist that labled all Pirate, "And well, No ships had sailed into Tortuga with any intention of hiring a young 'girl' pirate, so I went to go find a boat that would." she shrugged, "Seemed a good idea at the time." she paused, "And, well I did find a ship."
The pirate stared at her with raised eye brows.
She crossed her arms, "I don't know your name, and with all these questions I should get in a couple at least."
The pirate grinned, "Darlin'-"
Dane shook one finger, "Uh no, I don't go by Darlin', poppet, missy, or love. My name is Dane, and that's what you'll call me."
The pirate grinned and too hold of the helm with both hands, and gave it a good spin. This caused the lower mast to fly sideways past over his head and barely missed her. If it had hit her she would have been sent back into the brimey deep. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, perhaps ye have heard of me. This is my ship and I do as I like. Now pick up my hat and I'll think about letting you live," he ordered motioning to the hat still lying on the ground, from his dive earlier, at Dane's feet.
Dane growled, but Sparrow didn't seem to hear it, or maybe he though that it was the dog. He watched as she slowly picked up his hat, and examined it.
"Nice hat..." She said looking up, her blue-gray eyes holding mischief. She slowly put one foot in front on the other and stood at the side of the ship. Smiling ruefully, she held the hat over the edge.
"No..." said Jack Sparrow, but Dane nodded. Jack's eyes grew wide, "No! No! No!" he yelled racing over, as the hat fell down into the water. He turned with narrowed eyes,
"What do you-"
"You said, pick it up. You never said what I was to do with it." She said smiling sweetly.
Jack nodded, tugging at his beard, "Of course..." Then he grabbed Dane, but the scruff of her wet shirt, and threw her over board.
A few seconds later she came up from under the water sputtering and coughing, and glared at our Pirate Captain,
"You can come on out now," he said winking, "and don't forget ma hat!"
Chapter one: Bloody ships...
*~* Two months later... *~*
Dane gently pursed dry lips, staring into her food bag,
"Bugger..." she said shoving it and sitting back.
A small boat rocked back and forth in the open waters, though Dane wasn't watching the salty blue. She looked at the empty food bag to the large black mutt in the boat, her dog Mercy.
Dane had lived in Tortuga for two weeks, resting, and visiting old friends. She had gotten all the money she had hidden away with Nicole and bought this small boat.
"Damita, you can't go out there all alone and expect to find a pirate ship." Nicole had said putting her once soft hand on the girl who was practically her daughter, the day before she set off.
"Miss. Niccy, I have too. No Ship has come in, with any intention of hiring me, within two weeks and I can't wait here on my heels much longer."
"At least leave the dog here, please Dane." She pleaded.
Dane remembering looking at the mutt she had found wandering the streets. He was black except for the white spots on his chest; his big brown eyes stared at her with more intelligence than any she had ever seen in a dog.
"No...Mercy and me. " She said motioning to the Dog, "We'll go a long way."
"Long way indeed..." Dane said, coming back to the present, and rubbing Mercy behind the ears, "I'm sorry, boy."
Sighing, she stuck her face in her hands, letting the wind blow through her hair. Mercy braked and butted her head with his own. Dane looked up, confused.
Looking behind her, Dane eyes widened. A large black ship came straight for her little boat. She dived off the boat only remembering to grab her clothes bag, the black dog behind her. She treaded water, well out of the way, and holding on to the large dog.
"BLAST!" she screamed, "Blast your... bloody ship!"
She watched as the giant ship sunk her tiny boat with ease, and slapped the water with anger. She sighed trying to keep her pack out of the water as much as she could.
"Man over board!" Someone yelled, female from the sound of it, and a male leaned over,
"Actually Annamaire, It's a girl, and a mutt too. Hmmm...interesting." He waved to someone on deck and yelled, "Drop anchor!!"
He threw off his hat, it hitting the deck and dove into the water and swam towards the girl. He grabbed her by the waist and began swimming back towards the ship hoping the dog would follow. He got her to the ship, and urged to climb the stopping boat. She pulled herself up the side, the man fallowing.
Collapsing on the deck Dane took a moment to breath, while she watched the man climb back over the edge of the boat for Mercy.
"I can't believe I'm saving a mutt..." she heard him mumble heaving the reluctant dog over the edge and few minutes later.
Dane hugged the dog firmly around the neck and kissed his wet head. She smiled in spite of herself; from the looks of the boat, this was a pirate's boat.
"I did it boy," she whispered, "Not exactly what I intended but-"
The one pirate, who had saved her, was leaning against the side of the ship,
"Now, what was a darlin' like you and that mangy mutt doing out in the water?" he asked waving one hand as he spoke.
Dane narrowed her eyes. "Your bloody ship ran over my boat!"
The Pirate smiled, showing his gold capped teeth, "Well ye shouldn't have had such a tiny boat out in the middle of my way," Jack snorted. "If ye hadn't been in my way, ye wouldn't have gotten run over," he added
Dane stood, "Well maybe if you knew how to drive a ship, I wouldn't have been run over."
"Maybe I was aiming for you," he said leaning in, " Maybe I like running over little girls and their doggies. Ever thought of that, luv?"
He grinned and swaggered over to the helm, "Now what were you doing so far from home, among such company?"
Dane narrowed her eyes, not knowing if he meant the dog or him, "I was
looking for work, I'm a pirate." She said showing the small 'P' on her wrist that labled all Pirate, "And well, No ships had sailed into Tortuga with any intention of hiring a young 'girl' pirate, so I went to go find a boat that would." she shrugged, "Seemed a good idea at the time." she paused, "And, well I did find a ship."
The pirate stared at her with raised eye brows.
She crossed her arms, "I don't know your name, and with all these questions I should get in a couple at least."
The pirate grinned, "Darlin'-"
Dane shook one finger, "Uh no, I don't go by Darlin', poppet, missy, or love. My name is Dane, and that's what you'll call me."
The pirate grinned and too hold of the helm with both hands, and gave it a good spin. This caused the lower mast to fly sideways past over his head and barely missed her. If it had hit her she would have been sent back into the brimey deep. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow, perhaps ye have heard of me. This is my ship and I do as I like. Now pick up my hat and I'll think about letting you live," he ordered motioning to the hat still lying on the ground, from his dive earlier, at Dane's feet.
Dane growled, but Sparrow didn't seem to hear it, or maybe he though that it was the dog. He watched as she slowly picked up his hat, and examined it.
"Nice hat..." She said looking up, her blue-gray eyes holding mischief. She slowly put one foot in front on the other and stood at the side of the ship. Smiling ruefully, she held the hat over the edge.
"No..." said Jack Sparrow, but Dane nodded. Jack's eyes grew wide, "No! No! No!" he yelled racing over, as the hat fell down into the water. He turned with narrowed eyes,
"What do you-"
"You said, pick it up. You never said what I was to do with it." She said smiling sweetly.
Jack nodded, tugging at his beard, "Of course..." Then he grabbed Dane, but the scruff of her wet shirt, and threw her over board.
A few seconds later she came up from under the water sputtering and coughing, and glared at our Pirate Captain,
"You can come on out now," he said winking, "and don't forget ma hat!"