A/N: Thank you for the reviews! I hope to continue this story all the way
to the end; I'm having too much fun to stop! I know my chapters are short,
but I'm a perfectionist and even short chapters like these take me at least
an hour. I'm hoping this one will be longer though. I'm sorry if Captain
Jack is a bit out of character, it's just hard to fully capture him! He is
a fox though..
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except for Cat and Cep. (I guess I have a thing for names beginning with a 'C')
Captain Jack Sparrow watched his crew prepare for the day. With a quick look at his compass and a slight turn east, he happily led to his crew to adventure, freedom, and hopefully, treasure. He stared into the horizon, thinking about nothing in particular, until Cat fought his way into his mind. **She's a bit odd.she's seems so very strong and independent, but I wonder if she really is.she might need someone to take care of her some day..** He stopped himself and smirked to himself. A girl had never invaded his thoughts like this. He usually used 'em and left 'em.but paid for it later. **This might be different.** He found himself thinking as he stole another look at his compass.
***
In her dreams, Cat felt someone watching her. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes. "Holy shit, Cep, you scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry, I was just thinking about Dad. I..." he paused, listening to hear if anyone was nearby, "I know he left you when you were young, but he really was a great man."
"Cep, you know I have doubts about this whole thing, but right now I'm with you. Don't push it." She replied, still groggy.
The heard chatter and footsteps as two members of the crew climbed down the ladder and into the hold. Cep put a finger to his lips, winked at her and left. Cat watched him leave and bit her lip. She rubbed her eyes and tried to wake herself up. She felt the back of her leg, making sure the dagger was still there. As she pushed the thought of this morning's meet with Cep to the back of her mind, images of Jack floated forward. She smiled.
***
Cat pulled herself up onto the main deck. She pulled her long, stubborn hair back into a low messy bun. She ate with the rest of the crew then helped them wash and repair the ship. She knew a lot about ships, especially this one, and the group was grateful for her help. When everyone was at dinner, Cat slipped onto the deck. She climbed up to the Crow's nest and sat down, watching the sun go down. She found where, fifteen years ago, she had carved her initials into the hard wood. She grinned. The wind blew the loose pieces of her hair flat against her head. She breathed in, smelling the moist, salty air. She couldn't help it; the sea was in her blood.
***
Late after everyone had gone to sleep, Jack laid awake. He put his hands behind his head, remembering his many adventures. Laughing to himself, he pulled himself out of bed and went on deck. Looking up at the starry sky, he pulled out his flask. Taking a swig, he sat down and took off his hat. He heard a sound to his right. Cat climbed up from the hold and look around. Spotting him, she walked over, trying not to make noise.
"Following me, eh, love?" he whispered. She sat down next to him. He passed over his flask and she took a long gulp.
"I come here at night when everyone's sleeping." She said. He looked confused. "I mean, I used to." He looked even more confused. "Never mind." She said, laughing.
They sat there for a while in comfortable silence, taking long drinks from Jack's flask. Jack broke the silence first.
"Cat, I think you'd be valuable to the Pearl. Wanna be part of the crew?" he gave a sly grin and put his arm around her playfully. This is just what she had wanted, for more than one reason.
"I'd like that very much." She replied, leaning against him.
***
The wind and waves were horrible the next day. The ship was tossed about like a toy. It was almost storm weather, except the sky was a clear baby blue. Suddenly, yells were heard from the deck. Jack quickly grabbed his sword and pistol (now filled with more than one bullet) and ran out on deck.
"What going on?? WHAT.?" he began shouting, then stopped. The crew was standing at the edge of the ship, looking off the edge. He ran over and looked to where they were pointing. He saw what they were yelling about. The barrel holding most of their alcohol was slowly drifting to the bottom of the ocean. The wind had tossed it overboard in a great wave of power. Everyone began to complain, but Jack just smirked. **Time to go to Port Royal.**
Disclaimer: I don't own anything here except for Cat and Cep. (I guess I have a thing for names beginning with a 'C')
Captain Jack Sparrow watched his crew prepare for the day. With a quick look at his compass and a slight turn east, he happily led to his crew to adventure, freedom, and hopefully, treasure. He stared into the horizon, thinking about nothing in particular, until Cat fought his way into his mind. **She's a bit odd.she's seems so very strong and independent, but I wonder if she really is.she might need someone to take care of her some day..** He stopped himself and smirked to himself. A girl had never invaded his thoughts like this. He usually used 'em and left 'em.but paid for it later. **This might be different.** He found himself thinking as he stole another look at his compass.
***
In her dreams, Cat felt someone watching her. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes. "Holy shit, Cep, you scared the crap out of me!"
"Sorry, I was just thinking about Dad. I..." he paused, listening to hear if anyone was nearby, "I know he left you when you were young, but he really was a great man."
"Cep, you know I have doubts about this whole thing, but right now I'm with you. Don't push it." She replied, still groggy.
The heard chatter and footsteps as two members of the crew climbed down the ladder and into the hold. Cep put a finger to his lips, winked at her and left. Cat watched him leave and bit her lip. She rubbed her eyes and tried to wake herself up. She felt the back of her leg, making sure the dagger was still there. As she pushed the thought of this morning's meet with Cep to the back of her mind, images of Jack floated forward. She smiled.
***
Cat pulled herself up onto the main deck. She pulled her long, stubborn hair back into a low messy bun. She ate with the rest of the crew then helped them wash and repair the ship. She knew a lot about ships, especially this one, and the group was grateful for her help. When everyone was at dinner, Cat slipped onto the deck. She climbed up to the Crow's nest and sat down, watching the sun go down. She found where, fifteen years ago, she had carved her initials into the hard wood. She grinned. The wind blew the loose pieces of her hair flat against her head. She breathed in, smelling the moist, salty air. She couldn't help it; the sea was in her blood.
***
Late after everyone had gone to sleep, Jack laid awake. He put his hands behind his head, remembering his many adventures. Laughing to himself, he pulled himself out of bed and went on deck. Looking up at the starry sky, he pulled out his flask. Taking a swig, he sat down and took off his hat. He heard a sound to his right. Cat climbed up from the hold and look around. Spotting him, she walked over, trying not to make noise.
"Following me, eh, love?" he whispered. She sat down next to him. He passed over his flask and she took a long gulp.
"I come here at night when everyone's sleeping." She said. He looked confused. "I mean, I used to." He looked even more confused. "Never mind." She said, laughing.
They sat there for a while in comfortable silence, taking long drinks from Jack's flask. Jack broke the silence first.
"Cat, I think you'd be valuable to the Pearl. Wanna be part of the crew?" he gave a sly grin and put his arm around her playfully. This is just what she had wanted, for more than one reason.
"I'd like that very much." She replied, leaning against him.
***
The wind and waves were horrible the next day. The ship was tossed about like a toy. It was almost storm weather, except the sky was a clear baby blue. Suddenly, yells were heard from the deck. Jack quickly grabbed his sword and pistol (now filled with more than one bullet) and ran out on deck.
"What going on?? WHAT.?" he began shouting, then stopped. The crew was standing at the edge of the ship, looking off the edge. He ran over and looked to where they were pointing. He saw what they were yelling about. The barrel holding most of their alcohol was slowly drifting to the bottom of the ocean. The wind had tossed it overboard in a great wave of power. Everyone began to complain, but Jack just smirked. **Time to go to Port Royal.**