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Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except Cat and Cep.
Cat looked around at the familiar ship. There was no use trying to sleep, since she knew she wasn't going to be able to anyway. She figured it must be about three in the morning. Then, she heard cannons far in the distance. She kicked open the now flimsy door and climbed on deck. She saw a large ship with no flag to identify whom it was sailing for sailing towards them. She knew rival pirate ships liked to fight to show dominance over others. Gibbs spotted her and walked over. "You really shouldn't be up here." He said, winking at her. She ignored him and asked, "Isn't the Captain going to fire back?" Gibbs looked at her and explained, "Captain Jack doesn't like shooting at another ship, unless we're shot at first. He says something about 'not wanting to kill people unless he has to.'" Right on cue, something hit the ship and it swayed dangerously. "Right then." Said Jack, smiling. He began shouting orders to the crew. The offending ship drew closer. Cat looked around at the chaos in front of her. She looked at Jack who was holding his sword and finishing a bottle of Rum. **I can't afford him being killed** she thought to herself as she grabbed her dagger from behind her leg. She always kept it strapped there.
The two ships turned to face each other. "FIRE!" both captains yelled at once. The sound of cannons and pistols firing rang out. The men from the other ship began climbing aboard the Pearl. One approached Cat, looked amused and laughed. Cat punched him the face. He then took out his pistol and aimed it at her. She laughed to herself before knocking it out of his hand and driving her dagger in. Once the offender was dead, she pulled out her dagger and cleaned it off. She continued fighting side by side with the crew. Jack saw her and thought **Hey, she's pretty good with that dagger. It's looks as if she's done this before.** He didn't have time to finish his thought before a man approached him and kicked him hard in the stomach. Firing his pistol once caught him neatly in the heart. Cat had just stabbed another sailor, when one crept up behind her and hit her over the head with the handle of his sword. Everything went black.
***
Cat opened her eyes and looked around. **What am I doing in here? Ow, my head.** She was lying in the Captain's bed! Who put her here? Jack flung open the door and walked in. "Ok good, you're awake." He said. "I saw you out there with the dagger. You looked like you've done that before." All in one motion Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled up the sleeve, revealing her pirate tattoo. "Interesting.care to explain?" She looked at him. "My mother died during childbirth. My father was.." She paused. ".A pirate. He taught me everything I know. But he left me when I was eight. I had to fend for myself on the streets, until I got a job on another pirate ship.." She trailed off. **Why am I telling him all this? No one has ever gotten this far within my walls.** "And what about your dagger?" he asked. "It was my father's." she stated simply. She remembered the last time she was on this ship. At that time her father had been just a member of the crew, until he worked his way up. "Cat, Cat.?" Jack interrupted her thoughts. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She looked at him. "Rum?" he said, offering her a bottle. She gladly took it. "We should be," he burped "excuse me, we should be docking at Tourtuga within the next few days." Cat thanked him for letting her use his bed and walked toward the door, remembering how cold and uncomfortable the hold would be. "Cat..." he said. "Here." He threw her a blanket and pillow. Surprised by this, all she could do was smile.
***
Cat bumped into someone as she was exiting Jack's room.
"Cat.that you?" He whispered in the darkness.
"Yeah.Cep?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied. "How far are you getting with him?"
"I'm earning his trust." She spoke the words carefully.
"Good, good." He said. "Well, G'night.or morning I should say."
"'Night." She whispered.
Cat made her way back down to the hold, still thinking about her conversation with Jack. The last thing she saw before floating into sleep was his face smiling at her.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except Cat and Cep.
Cat looked around at the familiar ship. There was no use trying to sleep, since she knew she wasn't going to be able to anyway. She figured it must be about three in the morning. Then, she heard cannons far in the distance. She kicked open the now flimsy door and climbed on deck. She saw a large ship with no flag to identify whom it was sailing for sailing towards them. She knew rival pirate ships liked to fight to show dominance over others. Gibbs spotted her and walked over. "You really shouldn't be up here." He said, winking at her. She ignored him and asked, "Isn't the Captain going to fire back?" Gibbs looked at her and explained, "Captain Jack doesn't like shooting at another ship, unless we're shot at first. He says something about 'not wanting to kill people unless he has to.'" Right on cue, something hit the ship and it swayed dangerously. "Right then." Said Jack, smiling. He began shouting orders to the crew. The offending ship drew closer. Cat looked around at the chaos in front of her. She looked at Jack who was holding his sword and finishing a bottle of Rum. **I can't afford him being killed** she thought to herself as she grabbed her dagger from behind her leg. She always kept it strapped there.
The two ships turned to face each other. "FIRE!" both captains yelled at once. The sound of cannons and pistols firing rang out. The men from the other ship began climbing aboard the Pearl. One approached Cat, looked amused and laughed. Cat punched him the face. He then took out his pistol and aimed it at her. She laughed to herself before knocking it out of his hand and driving her dagger in. Once the offender was dead, she pulled out her dagger and cleaned it off. She continued fighting side by side with the crew. Jack saw her and thought **Hey, she's pretty good with that dagger. It's looks as if she's done this before.** He didn't have time to finish his thought before a man approached him and kicked him hard in the stomach. Firing his pistol once caught him neatly in the heart. Cat had just stabbed another sailor, when one crept up behind her and hit her over the head with the handle of his sword. Everything went black.
***
Cat opened her eyes and looked around. **What am I doing in here? Ow, my head.** She was lying in the Captain's bed! Who put her here? Jack flung open the door and walked in. "Ok good, you're awake." He said. "I saw you out there with the dagger. You looked like you've done that before." All in one motion Jack grabbed her wrist and pulled up the sleeve, revealing her pirate tattoo. "Interesting.care to explain?" She looked at him. "My mother died during childbirth. My father was.." She paused. ".A pirate. He taught me everything I know. But he left me when I was eight. I had to fend for myself on the streets, until I got a job on another pirate ship.." She trailed off. **Why am I telling him all this? No one has ever gotten this far within my walls.** "And what about your dagger?" he asked. "It was my father's." she stated simply. She remembered the last time she was on this ship. At that time her father had been just a member of the crew, until he worked his way up. "Cat, Cat.?" Jack interrupted her thoughts. He seemed to be doing that a lot lately. She looked at him. "Rum?" he said, offering her a bottle. She gladly took it. "We should be," he burped "excuse me, we should be docking at Tourtuga within the next few days." Cat thanked him for letting her use his bed and walked toward the door, remembering how cold and uncomfortable the hold would be. "Cat..." he said. "Here." He threw her a blanket and pillow. Surprised by this, all she could do was smile.
***
Cat bumped into someone as she was exiting Jack's room.
"Cat.that you?" He whispered in the darkness.
"Yeah.Cep?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied. "How far are you getting with him?"
"I'm earning his trust." She spoke the words carefully.
"Good, good." He said. "Well, G'night.or morning I should say."
"'Night." She whispered.
Cat made her way back down to the hold, still thinking about her conversation with Jack. The last thing she saw before floating into sleep was his face smiling at her.