Disclaimer: Incase you havn't noticed, I don't do Diclaimers. I hate laywers, and I hate lawsuites. This is were I am Insane in believeing I own Captain Jack Sparrow, BTW Got Jack back, he's back with me like he should be. So... All you Pirate Protectors can't get near him! I bought him! Ha ha... Ebay is the BEST! *Insane laugh*
A/N: Okay Have the plot worked out. Spent hours going over it with my dog... What? Anyway, I don't own any of the childeran. They are al based on my Siblings, in more calm and serious manners. *Grin*
Chapter Four: Swann Childeran
Dane sighed climbing up on the rigging holding a knife in her teeth. Part of the ropes had gotten stuck again and she was to cut them loose and retie them, before a storm blew in.
Her hair was pinned up, beacuse of the strong winds. Though strands slipped through the thousands of pins, and the red bandana.
'Four days on this vessel and he's already had me doing riggging... Blast.'
She sighed, setting to cut the rope, when something caught her attention. First it was the smoke, large billowing clouds of smoke, then fire. Giant flames seemed like they were reaching for the darkening sky, from where they started. A ship.
A british flag, still tried to fly freely as it was englufed by the opening flames, but as Dane narrowed her eyes, she saw a screaming child. A young girl, was hiding something behind her. She screamed at the flames of the sinking ship as if it would stop them. She kept tripping over the long dress she wore, as she scooted back. Hiding whatever it was behind her.
Dane had seen enough, climbing off the rigging as fast as she could, burning her hands as she went. She yelled at the top of her voice.
"Boat! Fire! Starboard side!" she yelled.
She she ran down the deck she threw off her long vest, and her pistols clanged to the floor of the deck. Before any of the others could stop her she dived into the water and started to swim toward the burning wreck.
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Victoira Swann tried to keep her tiny sister behind her, but the Four year old was almost to much for the ten year old to bare.
"Cecily!" she cried, "Oh Ces!" She said trying to beat back the flames with a rag, "Please stop screaming!"
The ten year old girl's dark brown hair was being burnt from the heat, and her dress had already caught fire twice.
"Tori!" Someone called over the Flames. A male's voice called out, "It's Tori!"
Alexander and Lewis, tried to get past the fallen burning mast but couldn't. The fourteen year old, Alex beat the flames with all his might, trying to get to his younger sisters.
"It's no use Alex!" called Lewis from down the deck, "The ship's burning fast! The only way they'll get free is if they jump!"
Alex hit the mast once again with the wet rag, "That's no use! They can't swim!"
"Well 'Ello lads... "
Lewis turned and frowned, "Pirate!" He ran at him with beating fists, but Jack stopped the seven year old with ease. Alex nearly ran at him, "You let my brother go! You've done enough!"
"Me?" the Pirate seemed confused, "Look boy, I'm only trying to help. Another one of my crew is savin' the lasses... now if you don't mind, We *are* on a burning ship."
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Dane reached the only side of the ship that wasn't burning, and tried to pull herself up. The sides were hot, but she kept her mind off it and saved it when she was tending to burnt fingers.
"Help!!" A small voice cried out through the open waves, something that was changing with the storm.
The voice sent Dane, halfway up the side of the ship, back to the fateful night on the Water Lily. The Wind and the waves were even more real, and the screams of pain from the woman, t the cries from the child.
'Mercy...'
The last word brough her back the present both confused and determined. She pulled herself up the rest of the way, knowing she'd be sore when she got to her bunk that night.
"Pirate!" Called a tiny voice from behind the ten year old Victoria. The angery girl lashed out at Dane who danitly picked up The feather light Wictoira from the groud.
"Look kid, I'm here to help-"
Slap!
Victoira slapped Dane across the face, and Dane went with it. Victoira kelt beside of her sister, dertemined no to let any 'mean ole Pirate' get her.
Dane sighed, and pulled off the bandana, Her hair falling down her back; She felt the flames get hot behind her. Victoira's eyes widened,
"Why Your a girl!"
Dane nodded, "Yeah... Look, you need to trust me and Jump off this boat!"
Victoira shook her head, "We can't swim! And Ces is only a babe!"
Dane sighed trying to think. Those flames were getting to close. She looked over the egde. Wood from the side of the ship lay about in the water. She looked back to the two girls, who were dressed in thick night gowns.
"Jump and Grab onto some wood. I'll take care of your sister." Victoira hugged the tiny girl one more time before jumping off, Dane with the tiny girl Cecily under her arm right behind her.
As soon as Victoira hit the water, Dane smelled trouble. The girl flopped about, reaching for a bit of wood. When she found a bit, she hung on, as Dane swam up beside her, supporting the tiny girl on her.
"I... I- C-can't so it!" Victoira said, frighten. Dane sighed, she didn't have time for this.
"Is this the girl who just slapped a pirate! Come on! All you need to do is kick your feet!"
Victoira hung on the the wood and kicked, Dane shouting ecouagement behind her.
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Jack Sparrow helped the other boys onto the boat.
"First I save a girl and her Mutt, next thing I'm saving Bristish brats..." he mumbled to himself, looking out into the water for Dane.
Dane banged on the side of the ship, "We need a net, these two can't climb up there."
Jack frowned, "Well can't you just drag them on up?" he asked, as if asking about the weather.
Dane gave him the dirtest look she could muster, while holding the little one, along with a look that said, "Hey-even-I-have-my-limits-pal."
Jack grinned, "Guess not..."
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Okay... I will leave you here until next chapter. I need to go fight off angery Pirate lovers... *Sigh*
Tilly
A/N: Okay Have the plot worked out. Spent hours going over it with my dog... What? Anyway, I don't own any of the childeran. They are al based on my Siblings, in more calm and serious manners. *Grin*
Chapter Four: Swann Childeran
Dane sighed climbing up on the rigging holding a knife in her teeth. Part of the ropes had gotten stuck again and she was to cut them loose and retie them, before a storm blew in.
Her hair was pinned up, beacuse of the strong winds. Though strands slipped through the thousands of pins, and the red bandana.
'Four days on this vessel and he's already had me doing riggging... Blast.'
She sighed, setting to cut the rope, when something caught her attention. First it was the smoke, large billowing clouds of smoke, then fire. Giant flames seemed like they were reaching for the darkening sky, from where they started. A ship.
A british flag, still tried to fly freely as it was englufed by the opening flames, but as Dane narrowed her eyes, she saw a screaming child. A young girl, was hiding something behind her. She screamed at the flames of the sinking ship as if it would stop them. She kept tripping over the long dress she wore, as she scooted back. Hiding whatever it was behind her.
Dane had seen enough, climbing off the rigging as fast as she could, burning her hands as she went. She yelled at the top of her voice.
"Boat! Fire! Starboard side!" she yelled.
She she ran down the deck she threw off her long vest, and her pistols clanged to the floor of the deck. Before any of the others could stop her she dived into the water and started to swim toward the burning wreck.
_______________________________
Victoira Swann tried to keep her tiny sister behind her, but the Four year old was almost to much for the ten year old to bare.
"Cecily!" she cried, "Oh Ces!" She said trying to beat back the flames with a rag, "Please stop screaming!"
The ten year old girl's dark brown hair was being burnt from the heat, and her dress had already caught fire twice.
"Tori!" Someone called over the Flames. A male's voice called out, "It's Tori!"
Alexander and Lewis, tried to get past the fallen burning mast but couldn't. The fourteen year old, Alex beat the flames with all his might, trying to get to his younger sisters.
"It's no use Alex!" called Lewis from down the deck, "The ship's burning fast! The only way they'll get free is if they jump!"
Alex hit the mast once again with the wet rag, "That's no use! They can't swim!"
"Well 'Ello lads... "
Lewis turned and frowned, "Pirate!" He ran at him with beating fists, but Jack stopped the seven year old with ease. Alex nearly ran at him, "You let my brother go! You've done enough!"
"Me?" the Pirate seemed confused, "Look boy, I'm only trying to help. Another one of my crew is savin' the lasses... now if you don't mind, We *are* on a burning ship."
__________________________________
Dane reached the only side of the ship that wasn't burning, and tried to pull herself up. The sides were hot, but she kept her mind off it and saved it when she was tending to burnt fingers.
"Help!!" A small voice cried out through the open waves, something that was changing with the storm.
The voice sent Dane, halfway up the side of the ship, back to the fateful night on the Water Lily. The Wind and the waves were even more real, and the screams of pain from the woman, t the cries from the child.
'Mercy...'
The last word brough her back the present both confused and determined. She pulled herself up the rest of the way, knowing she'd be sore when she got to her bunk that night.
"Pirate!" Called a tiny voice from behind the ten year old Victoria. The angery girl lashed out at Dane who danitly picked up The feather light Wictoira from the groud.
"Look kid, I'm here to help-"
Slap!
Victoira slapped Dane across the face, and Dane went with it. Victoira kelt beside of her sister, dertemined no to let any 'mean ole Pirate' get her.
Dane sighed, and pulled off the bandana, Her hair falling down her back; She felt the flames get hot behind her. Victoira's eyes widened,
"Why Your a girl!"
Dane nodded, "Yeah... Look, you need to trust me and Jump off this boat!"
Victoira shook her head, "We can't swim! And Ces is only a babe!"
Dane sighed trying to think. Those flames were getting to close. She looked over the egde. Wood from the side of the ship lay about in the water. She looked back to the two girls, who were dressed in thick night gowns.
"Jump and Grab onto some wood. I'll take care of your sister." Victoira hugged the tiny girl one more time before jumping off, Dane with the tiny girl Cecily under her arm right behind her.
As soon as Victoira hit the water, Dane smelled trouble. The girl flopped about, reaching for a bit of wood. When she found a bit, she hung on, as Dane swam up beside her, supporting the tiny girl on her.
"I... I- C-can't so it!" Victoira said, frighten. Dane sighed, she didn't have time for this.
"Is this the girl who just slapped a pirate! Come on! All you need to do is kick your feet!"
Victoira hung on the the wood and kicked, Dane shouting ecouagement behind her.
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Jack Sparrow helped the other boys onto the boat.
"First I save a girl and her Mutt, next thing I'm saving Bristish brats..." he mumbled to himself, looking out into the water for Dane.
Dane banged on the side of the ship, "We need a net, these two can't climb up there."
Jack frowned, "Well can't you just drag them on up?" he asked, as if asking about the weather.
Dane gave him the dirtest look she could muster, while holding the little one, along with a look that said, "Hey-even-I-have-my-limits-pal."
Jack grinned, "Guess not..."
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Okay... I will leave you here until next chapter. I need to go fight off angery Pirate lovers... *Sigh*
Tilly