OH NO!!! I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO DESCRIBE CHARLOTTE! Ok here it is:
*5'4" (assuming jack is 5'11"), waist-length blonde hair (think Calleigh
Duquesne in CSI:Miami), 25 years old (jack LOOKS about 30 to me lol),
medium blue eyes, that in some light look green, willowy but not stick-
thin, graceful.If I think of more I will add in later chapters lol!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Charlotte Billings nor will I ever *sob*.don't sue (
This is my first attempt at fanfiction of ANY sort.please R&R, but don't flame!!! *hopes she won't have to wear flame-retardant suit*
Summary: Charlotte, daughter of a famous pirate hunter, finds herself rescued by CJS and aboard his ship. Can she get over her preconceived notions of pirates and her feelings for Jack before it's too late?
".." Denotes speech, '..' Denotes thought
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
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When Charlotte awoke again, it was to a sharp rapping on her door.
"Come in!"
A slight African-American man about her age stepped in, carrying a tray of fruit, bread, cheese, and a small flagon of wine. He set the tray down on a table next to the bed before propping her up into a sitting position with pillows. Feeling much better after her rest, Charlotte grabbed the tray and began eating as quickly as possible, without being sloppy. In between bites, she spoke.
"Thank you, sir!"
She barely even glanced at the man, who had seated himself in a chair beside the bed.
With a highly amused expression on his face, the man spoke.
"I thought you might be hungry.me name's Annamaria LeBasque. (a/n: I felt like I had to give Annamaria a last name.so I stole it from the French painter, Henri Lebasque! Teehee)
Charlotte looked up in horror, a delicate hand over her now O-shaped mouth.
"I'm terribly sorry, Miss LeBasque! I'm afraid I didn't look at you very closely when you entered! However did you come to be enslaved on a pirate ship?"
"Oh, t'ain't a problem! I ain't no slave, neither. I'm 'one of the boys,' they don't think o' me like no woman! After all, I'm second mate." Annamaria chuckled. "If they did, they'd find themselves wit a broken nose, prob'ly some teeth missin' too. But call me Annamaria."
"You mean you're a pirate?!"
"Of course! Ain't ya never seen a woman pirate before?"
"Well, no.I haven't ever seen a pirate of any sort before, for that matter." She shuddered. "Pirates are a most foul people.how can you take orders from one? Even if you are one! And Jack Sparrow nonetheless! Why, he is the most cruel and heartless of them all!"
Annamaria's formerly amused visage had turned cold.
"Where did ye hear that?"
"Why, from my father, of course!"
"And pray tell, who be yer father?" Annamaria ground out sarcastically.
"Sir Jonathan Billings, though his friends knew him as John," Charlotte stated with a proud note in her voice.
"And where would this John Billings be now?"
"In Tortuga, hunting for Captain Jack Sparrow!" As soon as she said the words, she knew she had said too much. "I mean.back at home in Port Royal!"
"Right. Well, it looks like yer done wit that tray, I'll take it back to the kitchens fer ye."
"Th-thank you, Miss LeBasque."
Annamaria didn't bother to correct her.
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"Jack, we need to leave port. Immediately."
"Now, why would that be, Annamaria, love?"
"Because that.that.GIRL in your room is Charlotte Billings!"
"Do ye have a problem wit 'er name, Anna?" Jack grinned. Annamaria slapped him hard. "Ouch. Don't suppose I deserved that one, either."
"O' course ye did, ye mangy cur! Now listen to me!!!!"
"Right." She raised her hand. "Right, I'm list'nen! No need ta slap me again!"
Annamaria sighed. "Does the name 'Billings' mean nothin' to ye, Jack? No? Well try this on for size! She's the daughter of John Billings." Jack's eyes widened. "Right, I see ye recognize THAT one! And 'e's in Tortuga. Lookin' for YOU. So now do ye see why we've got to get our arses outta 'ere?"
Jack nodded, a grim look on his face. "Tell the crew to hoist the sails and raise anchor. We need to set sail as soon as possible."
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Well, not exactly what I planned for that chapter, but I think it turned out well! What do ye think, ye mangy cur? Come on, press that lil button there wit yer filthy paws! Ye know ye want to!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Charlotte Billings nor will I ever *sob*.don't sue (
This is my first attempt at fanfiction of ANY sort.please R&R, but don't flame!!! *hopes she won't have to wear flame-retardant suit*
Summary: Charlotte, daughter of a famous pirate hunter, finds herself rescued by CJS and aboard his ship. Can she get over her preconceived notions of pirates and her feelings for Jack before it's too late?
".." Denotes speech, '..' Denotes thought
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter 3:
When Charlotte awoke again, it was to a sharp rapping on her door.
"Come in!"
A slight African-American man about her age stepped in, carrying a tray of fruit, bread, cheese, and a small flagon of wine. He set the tray down on a table next to the bed before propping her up into a sitting position with pillows. Feeling much better after her rest, Charlotte grabbed the tray and began eating as quickly as possible, without being sloppy. In between bites, she spoke.
"Thank you, sir!"
She barely even glanced at the man, who had seated himself in a chair beside the bed.
With a highly amused expression on his face, the man spoke.
"I thought you might be hungry.me name's Annamaria LeBasque. (a/n: I felt like I had to give Annamaria a last name.so I stole it from the French painter, Henri Lebasque! Teehee)
Charlotte looked up in horror, a delicate hand over her now O-shaped mouth.
"I'm terribly sorry, Miss LeBasque! I'm afraid I didn't look at you very closely when you entered! However did you come to be enslaved on a pirate ship?"
"Oh, t'ain't a problem! I ain't no slave, neither. I'm 'one of the boys,' they don't think o' me like no woman! After all, I'm second mate." Annamaria chuckled. "If they did, they'd find themselves wit a broken nose, prob'ly some teeth missin' too. But call me Annamaria."
"You mean you're a pirate?!"
"Of course! Ain't ya never seen a woman pirate before?"
"Well, no.I haven't ever seen a pirate of any sort before, for that matter." She shuddered. "Pirates are a most foul people.how can you take orders from one? Even if you are one! And Jack Sparrow nonetheless! Why, he is the most cruel and heartless of them all!"
Annamaria's formerly amused visage had turned cold.
"Where did ye hear that?"
"Why, from my father, of course!"
"And pray tell, who be yer father?" Annamaria ground out sarcastically.
"Sir Jonathan Billings, though his friends knew him as John," Charlotte stated with a proud note in her voice.
"And where would this John Billings be now?"
"In Tortuga, hunting for Captain Jack Sparrow!" As soon as she said the words, she knew she had said too much. "I mean.back at home in Port Royal!"
"Right. Well, it looks like yer done wit that tray, I'll take it back to the kitchens fer ye."
"Th-thank you, Miss LeBasque."
Annamaria didn't bother to correct her.
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"Jack, we need to leave port. Immediately."
"Now, why would that be, Annamaria, love?"
"Because that.that.GIRL in your room is Charlotte Billings!"
"Do ye have a problem wit 'er name, Anna?" Jack grinned. Annamaria slapped him hard. "Ouch. Don't suppose I deserved that one, either."
"O' course ye did, ye mangy cur! Now listen to me!!!!"
"Right." She raised her hand. "Right, I'm list'nen! No need ta slap me again!"
Annamaria sighed. "Does the name 'Billings' mean nothin' to ye, Jack? No? Well try this on for size! She's the daughter of John Billings." Jack's eyes widened. "Right, I see ye recognize THAT one! And 'e's in Tortuga. Lookin' for YOU. So now do ye see why we've got to get our arses outta 'ere?"
Jack nodded, a grim look on his face. "Tell the crew to hoist the sails and raise anchor. We need to set sail as soon as possible."
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Well, not exactly what I planned for that chapter, but I think it turned out well! What do ye think, ye mangy cur? Come on, press that lil button there wit yer filthy paws! Ye know ye want to!