Chapter 1
Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting in the cabin of his ship The Black Pearl, contently eating an apple. The day had gone smashingly well so far. Two ships worth of plunder that day was gained. Life was good!
Suddenly the cabin door burst open.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking, Anamaria?"
"I don't feel like being polite," the browned skinned pirate spat out at him.
"Are you ever, love?" Jack said with a grin.
Anamaria glared at him. "When am I going to get that ship?"
"The ship.?"
"The one you promised me when we sent sail with Bootstrap's boy!"
"Oh! That ship!"
"Yes, that ship."
"Well, you see, love," Jack said getting up and lazily putting an arm around her shoulder, "If my memory has not left me, I believe that that ship was wrecked to pieces."
"Then you owe me still another ship!"
"You commandeered the interceptor for a little while,"
"Not long enough, Jack Sparrow!"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN!"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, then, when am I going to get my ship."
Jack pretended to be considering for a moment then said, "I'll get back to you on that one, love."
Anamaria curled her hand into a fist and made to strike him, but remembered in time that Jack was now the filler of her purse, now that she was under his command. Anamaria wanted to keep that purse full.
"Fine!" she finally said, dropping her hand to her side. Then she strode out of the door of Jack's cabin.
A few days later at Tortuga . . .
"Ah, Anamaria-"
"What do ye want?"
"Well, since we have stopped into port for repairs, I figured why not have someone mend the holes in the sails, savvy?"
"You want me to be sewin' up the canvas?"
"All right, if you insist, love," said Jack with a charming grin.
"No, wait- you know very well Captain Sparrow that I just asked a question, I did not volunteer."
"I expect those sails to be patched by nightfall. By that time I should be back from the Faithful Bride . . . maybe."
That evening found Anamaria sitting on the deck mumbling curses on Jack while pulling a needle and thread in and out of a sail.
"I become a pirate to get away from this sort of thing, and look, I'm stichin' up somethin' for someone all over again . . . At least I get paid this time." Just as Anamaria finished this thought, an all too familiar swagger resounded on the deck.
"Back so soon?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"For some reason," Jack said, his slur heavier than usual, "the pleasurable company was not as pleasurable tonight."
Anamaria looked up and frowned. "Really, Jack?" She didn't know why this suddenly interested her.
Jack didn't say more but continued walk toward his cabin with "we kidnap and plunder and flame and ignite, drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
That night a terrible storm arose.
"Gibbs! Secure the sails!"
"Aye, Cap'n!"
"Mr. Cotton, help Mr. Gibbs!"
"Anamaria,"
"Yes, sir?"
"You are the most nimble and able-bodied member of this crew," even amidst the chaos Jack managed a grin at his mentioning of "able-bodied" and Anamaria managed to scowl. "I need you to carefully climb onto the bowsprit lash down its' sails."
"Aye, aye!" Anamaria yelled over the howling of the wind.
As Jack gripped the helm, trying to desperately keep the Black Pearl on course, he regretted his orders and found himself suddenly worrying about Anamaria's safety.
"She's strong lass, who can take care of her own self," he thought to himself, "ya savvy, Jack?"
Suddenly he heard a sound that clenched at his heart.
Anamaria's scream.
"Mr. Gibbs, take the helm!"
Jack ran over to the bowsprit. Anamaria was hanging upside-down from it. Her boot was entangled in a long piece of rope.
"'Maria, love just hold tight, I'm gonna try to get you out."
Gingerly Jack inched his way onto the bowsprit.
"Hurry, you bloomin' idjit! I'm slippin' out of my boot!"
"I'm comin', just keep your skirt on . . . if you were wearing one. Actually its probably a good thing that you're not, given how you're hangin' upside-down like tha' an' all. Most unfortunate."
Anamaria rolled her eyes. "JACK!" Of all the times for him to be jesting! Suddenly she felt his hand grip her boot.
"All right, I got you now!"
Just as quickly as relief washed over Anamaria, so did fear as she suddenly felt her foot slip out of her wet boot.
"ANAMARIA!"
The dark woman felt the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea close over her head as she fell into the water. She was as good a swimmer as Jack Sparrow but, that didn't much help her with the waves fighting to keep her down.
"Blast, it!" Jack yelled. "Mr. Cotton, fetch me some rope? I'm goin' in after her. I'm getting a déjà vu feelin' about this."
Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting in the cabin of his ship The Black Pearl, contently eating an apple. The day had gone smashingly well so far. Two ships worth of plunder that day was gained. Life was good!
Suddenly the cabin door burst open.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking, Anamaria?"
"I don't feel like being polite," the browned skinned pirate spat out at him.
"Are you ever, love?" Jack said with a grin.
Anamaria glared at him. "When am I going to get that ship?"
"The ship.?"
"The one you promised me when we sent sail with Bootstrap's boy!"
"Oh! That ship!"
"Yes, that ship."
"Well, you see, love," Jack said getting up and lazily putting an arm around her shoulder, "If my memory has not left me, I believe that that ship was wrecked to pieces."
"Then you owe me still another ship!"
"You commandeered the interceptor for a little while,"
"Not long enough, Jack Sparrow!"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow, CAPTAIN!"
"Captain Jack Sparrow, then, when am I going to get my ship."
Jack pretended to be considering for a moment then said, "I'll get back to you on that one, love."
Anamaria curled her hand into a fist and made to strike him, but remembered in time that Jack was now the filler of her purse, now that she was under his command. Anamaria wanted to keep that purse full.
"Fine!" she finally said, dropping her hand to her side. Then she strode out of the door of Jack's cabin.
A few days later at Tortuga . . .
"Ah, Anamaria-"
"What do ye want?"
"Well, since we have stopped into port for repairs, I figured why not have someone mend the holes in the sails, savvy?"
"You want me to be sewin' up the canvas?"
"All right, if you insist, love," said Jack with a charming grin.
"No, wait- you know very well Captain Sparrow that I just asked a question, I did not volunteer."
"I expect those sails to be patched by nightfall. By that time I should be back from the Faithful Bride . . . maybe."
That evening found Anamaria sitting on the deck mumbling curses on Jack while pulling a needle and thread in and out of a sail.
"I become a pirate to get away from this sort of thing, and look, I'm stichin' up somethin' for someone all over again . . . At least I get paid this time." Just as Anamaria finished this thought, an all too familiar swagger resounded on the deck.
"Back so soon?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
"For some reason," Jack said, his slur heavier than usual, "the pleasurable company was not as pleasurable tonight."
Anamaria looked up and frowned. "Really, Jack?" She didn't know why this suddenly interested her.
Jack didn't say more but continued walk toward his cabin with "we kidnap and plunder and flame and ignite, drink up me hearties, yo ho!"
That night a terrible storm arose.
"Gibbs! Secure the sails!"
"Aye, Cap'n!"
"Mr. Cotton, help Mr. Gibbs!"
"Anamaria,"
"Yes, sir?"
"You are the most nimble and able-bodied member of this crew," even amidst the chaos Jack managed a grin at his mentioning of "able-bodied" and Anamaria managed to scowl. "I need you to carefully climb onto the bowsprit lash down its' sails."
"Aye, aye!" Anamaria yelled over the howling of the wind.
As Jack gripped the helm, trying to desperately keep the Black Pearl on course, he regretted his orders and found himself suddenly worrying about Anamaria's safety.
"She's strong lass, who can take care of her own self," he thought to himself, "ya savvy, Jack?"
Suddenly he heard a sound that clenched at his heart.
Anamaria's scream.
"Mr. Gibbs, take the helm!"
Jack ran over to the bowsprit. Anamaria was hanging upside-down from it. Her boot was entangled in a long piece of rope.
"'Maria, love just hold tight, I'm gonna try to get you out."
Gingerly Jack inched his way onto the bowsprit.
"Hurry, you bloomin' idjit! I'm slippin' out of my boot!"
"I'm comin', just keep your skirt on . . . if you were wearing one. Actually its probably a good thing that you're not, given how you're hangin' upside-down like tha' an' all. Most unfortunate."
Anamaria rolled her eyes. "JACK!" Of all the times for him to be jesting! Suddenly she felt his hand grip her boot.
"All right, I got you now!"
Just as quickly as relief washed over Anamaria, so did fear as she suddenly felt her foot slip out of her wet boot.
"ANAMARIA!"
The dark woman felt the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea close over her head as she fell into the water. She was as good a swimmer as Jack Sparrow but, that didn't much help her with the waves fighting to keep her down.
"Blast, it!" Jack yelled. "Mr. Cotton, fetch me some rope? I'm goin' in after her. I'm getting a déjà vu feelin' about this."