Disclaimer: I have some bad news. I was surfing aorund and found out that the Jack I own... IS A CLONE!! THeir Cloneing JACK!!! *Cries bitterly* Okay so my info isn't the best, but all these people own Jack so Their must be a cloneing business of some sort. *Cries and hugs her Jack*
A/N: Aww I feel So loved!! Everyone is actully likeing my stories! I'm so lucky! This Chapter is for my youngest brother Lewis, who for some reason LOVED Jack's Hat in the movie.
Chapter Five: British Brat?
A pair of light brown eyes peered around the corner of Captain Jack's quaters, fallowed by a head of short stright hair, and a sturdy young body.
Lewis Swann snuck into the room, in bare feet. He stopped in the middle and looked around. A large bed, with some black pillows was on the far side, alongside a dresser. He smiled; on the dresser was what he was looking for: The Captain's hat.
He walked over and picked it up. Sticking it on his head, he looked in the mirror. He put on the meanest scowl and growled. Suddenly his big brown eyes went from narrowed slits to wide sausers as he saw who was leaning in the doorway.
"Your pretty good for a british brat." Said Jack Sparrow, grinning slightly. Lewis took off the hat as fast as he could, and tried to explain but it came out as gibberish.
"Sor- I mea- we-" He stuttered.
Jack raised an eyebrow, "For hating pirates you make a good one."
Lewis grinned from ear to ear, "Alex says I shouldn't, But... I always wanted to be a pirate. My cousin Elizabeth in Port Royal was kiddnaped by one last year." he sighed uhappily, "She's pretty luckly huh?"
Jack looked at the boy thoughtfuly, "Elizabeth? Elizabeth Swann?"
Lewis nodded, "Yes sir. Her father, our uncle, is a govenor there."
"You better get on now, and leave ma hat."
Lewis nodded sadly, "Tis' a mighty fine hat sir."
"Aye, Tis that." He said as the seven year old left.
Once he did Jack sat back on his bed, "This is interesting..."
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"Ow..." Dane winced as AnaMaria covered her burnt fingers with banages.
"Well One good thing will come out of this..." Said AnaMaria putting away the ointment and wapping.
"What?" Dane said flexing her newly wrapped fingers with a frown.
"No more rigging for you."
As AnaMaria left, Dane swung her feet from the box she was sitting on, on Deck. Her legs were so long that her bare feet scuffed the ground slightly.
"Don't you have to worry about splinters?" Someone called. Dane turned to see Alexander Swann come up on deck wearing some clothes from the male pirates.
"No Lad, The boards are smooth enough for my feet. Don't know about your dainty feet though."
Alex grinned, "I guess, miss." He sobered up a bit, "Are you going to kill us?"
Dane frowned, "Excuse me?"
"Are you going to Kill us?"
Dane gave a sly smile and pulled out a pistol, it hurt in her sore fingers but she wouldn't let the boy see that. She held it to his head, right between his brown eyes.
"Boy, If I wanted to Kill you, I would..." she said softly, "But-" she stopped and put away her gun, her fingers not being able to take it any more. "Your the first male I've seen in a in a long time that put his life in the way for another."
"Mr- I mean Captain Sparrow did as well." said Alex softly.
Dane nodded, "Aye, that he did. But he would also stab you in the back faster than you can think, boy, he's a pirate."
Alex frowned, "You don't trust well do you, miss?"
Dane shook her head, "No I don't, That I don't."
"The man who did this was a pirate. He said he was going for the crown. That's why he left me and my siblings alive." said Alex slowly, looking away, out over the water "He killed all the men on that ship, but me and my brother and sisters. Vitoria," he gave a small chuckle, "She hit them with her dolls, Smashed every one of them. That's why she crying herself to sleep tonight." He looked back at Dane, "I found one. It was her Tiny one, the one our cousin Elizabeth gave her, So I stuck it in my belt-"He sighed running a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry, miss..."
Dane shook her head, "It's-"
"Dane?" Mr. Gibbs, The first mate inturputed the two.
"Yes sir?" said Dane, turning.
"The Captain wants ye... Quickly as possible."
Dane turned to Alex, "We'll talk later.
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Dane walked into the Captain's room, to find Jack lying on the Bed, Feet crossed with his hat over his face, Mercy, of all things, sleeping at the end of the bed.
Suddenly thoughts off getting the Captain back for throwing her into the water, slipped through her mind and she smiled.
Dane tip-toed over and pulled off the hat. A giant snore came out from behind it. Dane had to cover her mouth to keep the giggles from comming out. She started to walk away when-
"Gotcha!" Jack Sparrow grabbed her from behind, envolping her in a big hug. Dane screamed.
"LET GO!" She screamed, "Letgoletgolego!" she yelled running the words together. She slipped her teeth into his arm and clamped down.
Jack yelled and let go. Dane tried to run but tripped over the rug and sprawled onto the ground.
Jack grinned still shaking his arm, where she bit him. Dane sat up rubbing her nose, and glared at Mercy still laying on the ground.
"Some gaurd-dog you turned out to be..." she said sulkingly.
"My hat?" Jack said holding out his hand, Dane threw the offending object in his direction, where he caught it easily. "Thank you, luv."
Dane gave a sulking glance, "what do you want?
"About the Brats-"
"Childeran." corrected Dane,
"Brats all the same, Luv. Now that we've saved them, we can't go killing them. So?"
"So? Port Royal is not but five days from here. We can-" She stopped relizing how stupid that would sound. She fell slient instead.
"Aye, and have the lot of us hung. So Lass, that's were you come in."
"Me?"
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Okay I know it sounds Cheesy (And corny for that matter) but... It'll all work out. Promise.
A/N: Aww I feel So loved!! Everyone is actully likeing my stories! I'm so lucky! This Chapter is for my youngest brother Lewis, who for some reason LOVED Jack's Hat in the movie.
Chapter Five: British Brat?
A pair of light brown eyes peered around the corner of Captain Jack's quaters, fallowed by a head of short stright hair, and a sturdy young body.
Lewis Swann snuck into the room, in bare feet. He stopped in the middle and looked around. A large bed, with some black pillows was on the far side, alongside a dresser. He smiled; on the dresser was what he was looking for: The Captain's hat.
He walked over and picked it up. Sticking it on his head, he looked in the mirror. He put on the meanest scowl and growled. Suddenly his big brown eyes went from narrowed slits to wide sausers as he saw who was leaning in the doorway.
"Your pretty good for a british brat." Said Jack Sparrow, grinning slightly. Lewis took off the hat as fast as he could, and tried to explain but it came out as gibberish.
"Sor- I mea- we-" He stuttered.
Jack raised an eyebrow, "For hating pirates you make a good one."
Lewis grinned from ear to ear, "Alex says I shouldn't, But... I always wanted to be a pirate. My cousin Elizabeth in Port Royal was kiddnaped by one last year." he sighed uhappily, "She's pretty luckly huh?"
Jack looked at the boy thoughtfuly, "Elizabeth? Elizabeth Swann?"
Lewis nodded, "Yes sir. Her father, our uncle, is a govenor there."
"You better get on now, and leave ma hat."
Lewis nodded sadly, "Tis' a mighty fine hat sir."
"Aye, Tis that." He said as the seven year old left.
Once he did Jack sat back on his bed, "This is interesting..."
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"Ow..." Dane winced as AnaMaria covered her burnt fingers with banages.
"Well One good thing will come out of this..." Said AnaMaria putting away the ointment and wapping.
"What?" Dane said flexing her newly wrapped fingers with a frown.
"No more rigging for you."
As AnaMaria left, Dane swung her feet from the box she was sitting on, on Deck. Her legs were so long that her bare feet scuffed the ground slightly.
"Don't you have to worry about splinters?" Someone called. Dane turned to see Alexander Swann come up on deck wearing some clothes from the male pirates.
"No Lad, The boards are smooth enough for my feet. Don't know about your dainty feet though."
Alex grinned, "I guess, miss." He sobered up a bit, "Are you going to kill us?"
Dane frowned, "Excuse me?"
"Are you going to Kill us?"
Dane gave a sly smile and pulled out a pistol, it hurt in her sore fingers but she wouldn't let the boy see that. She held it to his head, right between his brown eyes.
"Boy, If I wanted to Kill you, I would..." she said softly, "But-" she stopped and put away her gun, her fingers not being able to take it any more. "Your the first male I've seen in a in a long time that put his life in the way for another."
"Mr- I mean Captain Sparrow did as well." said Alex softly.
Dane nodded, "Aye, that he did. But he would also stab you in the back faster than you can think, boy, he's a pirate."
Alex frowned, "You don't trust well do you, miss?"
Dane shook her head, "No I don't, That I don't."
"The man who did this was a pirate. He said he was going for the crown. That's why he left me and my siblings alive." said Alex slowly, looking away, out over the water "He killed all the men on that ship, but me and my brother and sisters. Vitoria," he gave a small chuckle, "She hit them with her dolls, Smashed every one of them. That's why she crying herself to sleep tonight." He looked back at Dane, "I found one. It was her Tiny one, the one our cousin Elizabeth gave her, So I stuck it in my belt-"He sighed running a hand through his hair, "I'm sorry, miss..."
Dane shook her head, "It's-"
"Dane?" Mr. Gibbs, The first mate inturputed the two.
"Yes sir?" said Dane, turning.
"The Captain wants ye... Quickly as possible."
Dane turned to Alex, "We'll talk later.
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Dane walked into the Captain's room, to find Jack lying on the Bed, Feet crossed with his hat over his face, Mercy, of all things, sleeping at the end of the bed.
Suddenly thoughts off getting the Captain back for throwing her into the water, slipped through her mind and she smiled.
Dane tip-toed over and pulled off the hat. A giant snore came out from behind it. Dane had to cover her mouth to keep the giggles from comming out. She started to walk away when-
"Gotcha!" Jack Sparrow grabbed her from behind, envolping her in a big hug. Dane screamed.
"LET GO!" She screamed, "Letgoletgolego!" she yelled running the words together. She slipped her teeth into his arm and clamped down.
Jack yelled and let go. Dane tried to run but tripped over the rug and sprawled onto the ground.
Jack grinned still shaking his arm, where she bit him. Dane sat up rubbing her nose, and glared at Mercy still laying on the ground.
"Some gaurd-dog you turned out to be..." she said sulkingly.
"My hat?" Jack said holding out his hand, Dane threw the offending object in his direction, where he caught it easily. "Thank you, luv."
Dane gave a sulking glance, "what do you want?
"About the Brats-"
"Childeran." corrected Dane,
"Brats all the same, Luv. Now that we've saved them, we can't go killing them. So?"
"So? Port Royal is not but five days from here. We can-" She stopped relizing how stupid that would sound. She fell slient instead.
"Aye, and have the lot of us hung. So Lass, that's were you come in."
"Me?"
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Okay I know it sounds Cheesy (And corny for that matter) but... It'll all work out. Promise.