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
a/n: la furia de la mujer means "fury of the woman" in Spanish, if'n ya didn't know!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
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Three hours later, the Pearl had set sail and they were several leagues from Tortuga. Charlotte, busy pondering the sudden change in attitude of Annamaria, had not bothered to glance out the porthole and notice that the ship was moving. She was horrified when, as she got up to stretch and test her legs, she glanced out the window - and saw water rushing by!
Furious, Charlotte rushed up on deck, heedless of her skimpy attire in one of Jack's old shirts and a pair of his breeches, both much too large. She marched over to Jack, slapped him twice across the face, and stood, glaring at him. She stopped glaring for a moment to hike up her breeches, and then resumed the glare.
"Oww!" Jack touched his face, which now bore the imprint of Charlotte's palm, gingerly. "I've been getting' a lot o' that lately!"
"And for good reason, too, Mister Sparrow! I DEMAND that you return me to Tortuga immediately!"
"Oh, and just why should I do that, love?"
"Because.because.I don't want to be on this stupid boat!!!"
Jack winced. "She's a ship, love, and she ain't stupid. And we ain't goin' back to Tortuga jus' ta drop ye off! If ye want, we could leave ye at that lil' island over there. . ." Jack pointed to a tiny island a few hundred yards off starboard. It was completely covered in sand, with no trees, plants, or other signs of life. Charlotte paled.
"N-n-no, that won't be necessary!"
Jack grinned. "Well, love, it looks like ye'll be on this 'ere 'boat' for a while, might as well make yerself useful! Do ye know how to cook and sew?"
"Yes," Charlotte replied warily.
"Good! Then ye can go down to the galley right now an' fix us up a supper. When yer done with that, ye can get all the men to give ye their clothes that need a-fixin', and ye can patch 'em up!"
"I will do no such thing! I did not come aboard this boat-"
"Ship-"
"SHIP- by choice, and therefore I have no obligation to assist you or your crew!" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"On the contr'ry, love, ye've got a huge debt to this crew! They saved yer life, the least ye could do to repay 'em is fix em some good meals and patch their clothes!"
"Fine!" She yanked up her breeches impatiently, and began to stomp away.
"Oh, one more thing, love."
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
"Whatever ye say, love. Anyways, ye might want to see Annamaria about some clothes. Those. . ." he looked her up and down, "look a bit big on ye."
"Anything else I should do while I'm at it, Master Sparrow?" she replied sarcastically.
Jack looked thoughtful for a moment, rubbing his braided beard. "Nope! Not tha' I kin think o' at the moment, love!"
"Ugh! Men!" Charlotte stomped off to the other side of the ship, where Annamaria was climbing like a monkey in the rigging. "Annamaria!" she called. Quickly, she scampered down from the rigging and landed before Charlotte, looking a bit windblown.
"What did ye want, Charlotte?"
"Jack said you might have some clothes I could borrow. . .as you can see, his are quite large on me." To emphasize her point she hauled the breeches up again. As if to taunt her, they immediately sagged back down.
Annamaria laughed, and motioned to Charlotte to follow her. Together, they found some clothes that fit, and Charlotte was left in the galley to cook dinner. On their way through the ship's corridors, she had met several of the crew, finding them to be quite pleasant, if somewhat ragged and uncouth. Her first day of work had begun.
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So tell me what you think so far? SUGGESTIONS FOR NEXT CHAPTER(S) WOULD BE VERY WELCOME!!! And to those of you who reviewed, a thousand thank-you's and hugs! *hug* lol.and any grammar mistakes or whatever..don't blame me hey I'm only 13! Yeesh! Lol
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
a/n: la furia de la mujer means "fury of the woman" in Spanish, if'n ya didn't know!
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter 4: La furia de la mujer
Three hours later, the Pearl had set sail and they were several leagues from Tortuga. Charlotte, busy pondering the sudden change in attitude of Annamaria, had not bothered to glance out the porthole and notice that the ship was moving. She was horrified when, as she got up to stretch and test her legs, she glanced out the window - and saw water rushing by!
Furious, Charlotte rushed up on deck, heedless of her skimpy attire in one of Jack's old shirts and a pair of his breeches, both much too large. She marched over to Jack, slapped him twice across the face, and stood, glaring at him. She stopped glaring for a moment to hike up her breeches, and then resumed the glare.
"Oww!" Jack touched his face, which now bore the imprint of Charlotte's palm, gingerly. "I've been getting' a lot o' that lately!"
"And for good reason, too, Mister Sparrow! I DEMAND that you return me to Tortuga immediately!"
"Oh, and just why should I do that, love?"
"Because.because.I don't want to be on this stupid boat!!!"
Jack winced. "She's a ship, love, and she ain't stupid. And we ain't goin' back to Tortuga jus' ta drop ye off! If ye want, we could leave ye at that lil' island over there. . ." Jack pointed to a tiny island a few hundred yards off starboard. It was completely covered in sand, with no trees, plants, or other signs of life. Charlotte paled.
"N-n-no, that won't be necessary!"
Jack grinned. "Well, love, it looks like ye'll be on this 'ere 'boat' for a while, might as well make yerself useful! Do ye know how to cook and sew?"
"Yes," Charlotte replied warily.
"Good! Then ye can go down to the galley right now an' fix us up a supper. When yer done with that, ye can get all the men to give ye their clothes that need a-fixin', and ye can patch 'em up!"
"I will do no such thing! I did not come aboard this boat-"
"Ship-"
"SHIP- by choice, and therefore I have no obligation to assist you or your crew!" Jack raised an eyebrow.
"On the contr'ry, love, ye've got a huge debt to this crew! They saved yer life, the least ye could do to repay 'em is fix em some good meals and patch their clothes!"
"Fine!" She yanked up her breeches impatiently, and began to stomp away.
"Oh, one more thing, love."
"STOP CALLING ME THAT!"
"Whatever ye say, love. Anyways, ye might want to see Annamaria about some clothes. Those. . ." he looked her up and down, "look a bit big on ye."
"Anything else I should do while I'm at it, Master Sparrow?" she replied sarcastically.
Jack looked thoughtful for a moment, rubbing his braided beard. "Nope! Not tha' I kin think o' at the moment, love!"
"Ugh! Men!" Charlotte stomped off to the other side of the ship, where Annamaria was climbing like a monkey in the rigging. "Annamaria!" she called. Quickly, she scampered down from the rigging and landed before Charlotte, looking a bit windblown.
"What did ye want, Charlotte?"
"Jack said you might have some clothes I could borrow. . .as you can see, his are quite large on me." To emphasize her point she hauled the breeches up again. As if to taunt her, they immediately sagged back down.
Annamaria laughed, and motioned to Charlotte to follow her. Together, they found some clothes that fit, and Charlotte was left in the galley to cook dinner. On their way through the ship's corridors, she had met several of the crew, finding them to be quite pleasant, if somewhat ragged and uncouth. Her first day of work had begun.
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So tell me what you think so far? SUGGESTIONS FOR NEXT CHAPTER(S) WOULD BE VERY WELCOME!!! And to those of you who reviewed, a thousand thank-you's and hugs! *hug* lol.and any grammar mistakes or whatever..don't blame me hey I'm only 13! Yeesh! Lol