Sorry for the wait, I've been really busy lately! I've made this chapter
extra-long to make my peeps happy lol
Thank you SOOOOO much to all of my reviewers, and to those who told me what a Mary-Sue is, although all of u said different things..lol I'm gonna ask one more favor of ye: can ye tell me what "RN" means? *is stupid* *grin* lol
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Charlotte Billings, Captain Hawkings. . .and any other ones who aren't in the movie, 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: the last chapter was a bit short, this one should be very long to make up for it ( *has lots of ideas for it* lol
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter 6: New Island
Jack had been lucky so far in his 'dealings' with the Royal Navy, but now it appeared that his luck wouldn't hold out much longer. The Avenger had returned several days later, completely repaired and with seven smaller warships in tow. The fleet drew up alongside the Pearl.
"THIS IS CAPTAIN JAMES HAWKINGS, ABOARD THE AVENGER. MISTER SPARROW - YOU WILL NOTICE THAT WE NOW OUTGUN YOU. SURRENDER YOURSELF AND YOUR VESSEL IMMEDIATELY, OR WE WILL DESTROY YOU. I REPEAT: SURRENDER, AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED."
Even Jack knew the odds were not good. Eight heavily-armed ships against one? They didn't stand a chance. He glanced over at Charlotte. She had slumped to the deck, her eyes wide and her face white as a sheet.
"Whatsa matter, love, ye look like ye've seen a ghost," Jack asked gently.
Charlotte opened her mouth to reply, but just then three of the enemy ships opened fire. Most of the cannonballs missed their mark, hitting railings and sails, but one hit the main mast. Jack watched as it cracked and groaned, and swung to one side. The crew scattered, but Jack stayed put. He hadn't seen it begin to fall - right towards him! (a/n: if u cant figure this out, the mast leaned away from Jack while he was watching, then when he looked away it began to fall the OTHER way, right towards him, but he wasn't watching so he didn't know.)
Charlotte, now standing, saw what was happening. She grabbed Jack and yanked him aside, but she tripped, dragging him down along with her. A spar came crashing into his chest with a crack. He swore under his breath while attempting to get up.
"Bloody 'ell!"
Suddenly, the Pearl lurched with the force of a direct cannonball hit. Everyone on deck struggled to keep their balance, but Jack and Charlotte went crashing through the rail - there was a large hole from an earlier cannon barrage. SPLASH! They hit the water.
Several seconds later, he surfaced, spluttering and spitting out briny water. Jack grabbed a floating piece of wood and hauled the disoriented Charlotte onto it. He looked up, opening his mouth to call for help. The words stuck in his throat.
His beloved Pearl was swarming with Redcoats! (a/n: when I was writing this, I typed rednecks here! Lol! I'm so stupid :-P) As he watched, his crew was rounded up and sent belowdecks. He tapped Charlotte's shoulder.
"Wait 'ere, love. I'm goin' ta free me crew."
"Wha-," Charlotte coughed up more water. "Jack, you are not going back on that ship! You'll be killed!"
"Me crew's saved me before, now it's me turn to return the favor. I'm going."
"Jack. Listen to me! If you go up on that ship, there is no doubt the soldiers will see you, and either kill you or lock you away by yourself. What good are you to the crew then? You won't have any chance of freeing them!"
"Well. . ."
Charlotte sighed.
"Jack, you know I'm right."
"Fine. We'll. . .sail over ta that island (he pointed to the left, where there was, in fact, a small island.) and. . .ah. . .do something." He grinned winningly at Charlotte.
"Right. Well, start swimming, Captain Sparrow! We have leagues to go before we sleep!" (a/n: I know that poem wasn't around then, but too bad! Lol)
They kicked off, using the piece of wood to keep their weary, soaked bodies afloat.
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As morning arrived, Jack and Charlotte peeled their salt-encrusted heads from the log to see where they were. A current had carried them closer to the island, but they were still several leagues off. Charlotte's head dropped back to the wood in despair. The sun was already beginning to beat down fiercely.
"Looks like we've still got some swimming to do, love!"
With that, he began to kick his legs. Charlotte tried halfheartedly for a time, but she could barely move.
"The sun. . .so dizzy. . ." she mumbled. Then she fainted.
"Women," Jack muttered, "Always faintin'. Or slappin' innocent men."
As the day wore on, he continued to kick. The makeshift raft was moving at an inexorably slow pace, although the island did look much closer. He could just make out a sandy beach and tall trees shading part of it. Then the world began to swim.
'Sun. . .hot. . .rum. . .ow. . .me chest hurts. . .a little. . .nap never hurt. . .anyone. . .' With that thought, he laid his head down on the log and promptly fell asleep.
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When he awoke, Jack found himself on a sandy beach. His face felt cool. He inhaled deeply, then roared at the searing pain in his nose and ribs.
"Bloody 'ell!"
His cry awoke the exhausted Charlotte.
"What happened?" she croaked, her mouth stuck together, lips parched.
Still trying to blow water out of his nose, he replied, "We got knocked off the Pearl, we grabbed a piece o' floatin wood, an' we sailed. . .er. . .swam ta this island."
"You silly oaf, I meant why did you curse?"
"Oh. . .right. I inhaled some water, and I think I bruised me ribs when that spar fell on me."
"Bruised? I'll bet you did more than that. Let me see."
Reluctantly, Jack removed his stiff, crusty shirt, wincing at the pain. A large purple bruise covered much of his right side. His eyes widened as she gently probed the wound.
"Ow, stop it love, tha' 'urts!"
"At least one of your ribs is broken, though not dangerously. They'll hurt for a while. Hand me that shirt."
Jack passed it to her. She ripped it into strips and bound his torso with them, rather tightly.
"Couldn' ye loosen 'em just a bit, love? It 'urts like 'ell!"
"Can't take the pain? Try wearing a corset!"
(a/n: ok, ok I semi-stole the quote.no one REALLY cares, right? Lol)
He grunted in response. "Do ye have any rum stashed 'round here?"
"Now Mister Sparrow, you know we need fresh water, not rum. And since you are incapacitated, I'll go find some. Savvy?"
He glanced up in surprise. "Savvy."
Charlotte set off into the balmy woods, searching for a stream or spring.
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She returned a few minutes later, soaking wet, but with no water. Jack was guzzling rum under a huge palm tree, looking very relaxed. He looked her up and down quizzically as she approached him.
"Where's the water?"
She began to ring out her shirt and britches.
"Right here. You conveniently forgot to bring containers with us on this little voyage, so I made do. Is that a problem?"
"No. . .but with yer clothes, love?"
Just then, Charlotte noticed the large bottle of rum in his hand.
"Jack Sparrow, where did you get that. . .beverage?!" Charlotte shrieked irately.
"Er. . .I remembered I'd hidden a bit away on every island the Pearl sailed near, in case of just such an occasion as this!" He tried to look innocent.
"A bit? How much, exactly, is 'a bit?'"
"Eh, 'bout a hundred bottles. Not much."
"Not much?!?! Give me that!"
She grabbed Jack's bottle away, emptied it, and stormed off to fill it at the stream she had found, leaving Jack, flabbergasted, to sit under his tree and mourn the wasting of good rum.
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They were growing weary of this place, and no ship had happened by to rescue them. A diet of water and the occasional fruit was not enough, so Jack and Charlotte decided the set off into the jungle. They traveled for several days in the murky depths of the jungle, enduring the oppressive humidity and jeering calls of native monkeys, before trouble struck. It was nighttime, and the travelers had just settled down to sleep, listening to the strange birdcalls.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, several dozen forms slid soundlessly into the small clearing where Jack and Charlotte lay, unaware. They swiftly trussed up their captives, binding their wrists with strong vines and gagging them before they had time to react.
They were made to march several miles in the inky jungle, tripping over roots and undergrowth along the way. They were exhausted by the time their destination was revealed - a large clearing, with a huge bonfire in the middle, surrounded by strangely dressed people, many dancing, playing foreign instruments, or singing.
The leader of the "hunting party" spoke for a moment, and everyone paused to listen. When he finished, they cheered loudly and looked at the captives hungrily. Then a wizened old man approached them, numerous necklaces and earrings jangling together. He leaned heavily on a gnarled staff.
"Chèmaka le mårse sleaü bímeko-shalim?" He had a windy, uncertain voice.
Jack and Charlotte glanced at each other, then back at the man.
He repeated himself. A long pause ensued. Finally, Jack spoke up.
"Me name's Jack Sparrow," he said, pointing to himself and then Charlotte, "and this is Charlotte Billings.
"Chok Zbarrew êm Jirlothe Bellongs?" He questioned.
Jack nodded. "Close enough"
Unexpectedly, a bizarre smirk spread across his face, revealing missing and rotted teeth. Straightening his back slightly, he turned and shouted to his people, this time in a much clearer and stronger voice.
"Skelmã mechan lassa rarömezla!" At this, the crowd roared with excitement. One young man stepped forward, however, and raised his spear.
"Beno skelmã ekos?" At this, the old man, who Jack and Charlotte assumed was the leader, turned to them and spoke.
"Biene skelmã ekis?"
On a whim, Jack nodded. The natives roared with laughter.
"Jack, I don't think you should have nodded."
"Aye, love, I figured as much."
A group of natives came to them, and led them out of the clearing. Holding them at spearpoint, they were forced to walk a short distance into the woods, where they were locked in a sturdy cage of sapling trunks.
'Great, just great.' They both thought.
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YAY CHAPTER 6 IS DONE!!! I planned to do some more in it, but it was just TOO long! It'll definitely happen in chapter 7, please R&R to make me happy! Thanks! (
Thank you SOOOOO much to all of my reviewers, and to those who told me what a Mary-Sue is, although all of u said different things..lol I'm gonna ask one more favor of ye: can ye tell me what "RN" means? *is stupid* *grin* lol
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters except Charlotte Billings, Captain Hawkings. . .and any other ones who aren't in the movie, 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: the last chapter was a bit short, this one should be very long to make up for it ( *has lots of ideas for it* lol
ON WITH THE STORY!!!
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Chapter 6: New Island
Jack had been lucky so far in his 'dealings' with the Royal Navy, but now it appeared that his luck wouldn't hold out much longer. The Avenger had returned several days later, completely repaired and with seven smaller warships in tow. The fleet drew up alongside the Pearl.
"THIS IS CAPTAIN JAMES HAWKINGS, ABOARD THE AVENGER. MISTER SPARROW - YOU WILL NOTICE THAT WE NOW OUTGUN YOU. SURRENDER YOURSELF AND YOUR VESSEL IMMEDIATELY, OR WE WILL DESTROY YOU. I REPEAT: SURRENDER, AND YOU WILL NOT BE HARMED."
Even Jack knew the odds were not good. Eight heavily-armed ships against one? They didn't stand a chance. He glanced over at Charlotte. She had slumped to the deck, her eyes wide and her face white as a sheet.
"Whatsa matter, love, ye look like ye've seen a ghost," Jack asked gently.
Charlotte opened her mouth to reply, but just then three of the enemy ships opened fire. Most of the cannonballs missed their mark, hitting railings and sails, but one hit the main mast. Jack watched as it cracked and groaned, and swung to one side. The crew scattered, but Jack stayed put. He hadn't seen it begin to fall - right towards him! (a/n: if u cant figure this out, the mast leaned away from Jack while he was watching, then when he looked away it began to fall the OTHER way, right towards him, but he wasn't watching so he didn't know.)
Charlotte, now standing, saw what was happening. She grabbed Jack and yanked him aside, but she tripped, dragging him down along with her. A spar came crashing into his chest with a crack. He swore under his breath while attempting to get up.
"Bloody 'ell!"
Suddenly, the Pearl lurched with the force of a direct cannonball hit. Everyone on deck struggled to keep their balance, but Jack and Charlotte went crashing through the rail - there was a large hole from an earlier cannon barrage. SPLASH! They hit the water.
Several seconds later, he surfaced, spluttering and spitting out briny water. Jack grabbed a floating piece of wood and hauled the disoriented Charlotte onto it. He looked up, opening his mouth to call for help. The words stuck in his throat.
His beloved Pearl was swarming with Redcoats! (a/n: when I was writing this, I typed rednecks here! Lol! I'm so stupid :-P) As he watched, his crew was rounded up and sent belowdecks. He tapped Charlotte's shoulder.
"Wait 'ere, love. I'm goin' ta free me crew."
"Wha-," Charlotte coughed up more water. "Jack, you are not going back on that ship! You'll be killed!"
"Me crew's saved me before, now it's me turn to return the favor. I'm going."
"Jack. Listen to me! If you go up on that ship, there is no doubt the soldiers will see you, and either kill you or lock you away by yourself. What good are you to the crew then? You won't have any chance of freeing them!"
"Well. . ."
Charlotte sighed.
"Jack, you know I'm right."
"Fine. We'll. . .sail over ta that island (he pointed to the left, where there was, in fact, a small island.) and. . .ah. . .do something." He grinned winningly at Charlotte.
"Right. Well, start swimming, Captain Sparrow! We have leagues to go before we sleep!" (a/n: I know that poem wasn't around then, but too bad! Lol)
They kicked off, using the piece of wood to keep their weary, soaked bodies afloat.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
As morning arrived, Jack and Charlotte peeled their salt-encrusted heads from the log to see where they were. A current had carried them closer to the island, but they were still several leagues off. Charlotte's head dropped back to the wood in despair. The sun was already beginning to beat down fiercely.
"Looks like we've still got some swimming to do, love!"
With that, he began to kick his legs. Charlotte tried halfheartedly for a time, but she could barely move.
"The sun. . .so dizzy. . ." she mumbled. Then she fainted.
"Women," Jack muttered, "Always faintin'. Or slappin' innocent men."
As the day wore on, he continued to kick. The makeshift raft was moving at an inexorably slow pace, although the island did look much closer. He could just make out a sandy beach and tall trees shading part of it. Then the world began to swim.
'Sun. . .hot. . .rum. . .ow. . .me chest hurts. . .a little. . .nap never hurt. . .anyone. . .' With that thought, he laid his head down on the log and promptly fell asleep.
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When he awoke, Jack found himself on a sandy beach. His face felt cool. He inhaled deeply, then roared at the searing pain in his nose and ribs.
"Bloody 'ell!"
His cry awoke the exhausted Charlotte.
"What happened?" she croaked, her mouth stuck together, lips parched.
Still trying to blow water out of his nose, he replied, "We got knocked off the Pearl, we grabbed a piece o' floatin wood, an' we sailed. . .er. . .swam ta this island."
"You silly oaf, I meant why did you curse?"
"Oh. . .right. I inhaled some water, and I think I bruised me ribs when that spar fell on me."
"Bruised? I'll bet you did more than that. Let me see."
Reluctantly, Jack removed his stiff, crusty shirt, wincing at the pain. A large purple bruise covered much of his right side. His eyes widened as she gently probed the wound.
"Ow, stop it love, tha' 'urts!"
"At least one of your ribs is broken, though not dangerously. They'll hurt for a while. Hand me that shirt."
Jack passed it to her. She ripped it into strips and bound his torso with them, rather tightly.
"Couldn' ye loosen 'em just a bit, love? It 'urts like 'ell!"
"Can't take the pain? Try wearing a corset!"
(a/n: ok, ok I semi-stole the quote.no one REALLY cares, right? Lol)
He grunted in response. "Do ye have any rum stashed 'round here?"
"Now Mister Sparrow, you know we need fresh water, not rum. And since you are incapacitated, I'll go find some. Savvy?"
He glanced up in surprise. "Savvy."
Charlotte set off into the balmy woods, searching for a stream or spring.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
She returned a few minutes later, soaking wet, but with no water. Jack was guzzling rum under a huge palm tree, looking very relaxed. He looked her up and down quizzically as she approached him.
"Where's the water?"
She began to ring out her shirt and britches.
"Right here. You conveniently forgot to bring containers with us on this little voyage, so I made do. Is that a problem?"
"No. . .but with yer clothes, love?"
Just then, Charlotte noticed the large bottle of rum in his hand.
"Jack Sparrow, where did you get that. . .beverage?!" Charlotte shrieked irately.
"Er. . .I remembered I'd hidden a bit away on every island the Pearl sailed near, in case of just such an occasion as this!" He tried to look innocent.
"A bit? How much, exactly, is 'a bit?'"
"Eh, 'bout a hundred bottles. Not much."
"Not much?!?! Give me that!"
She grabbed Jack's bottle away, emptied it, and stormed off to fill it at the stream she had found, leaving Jack, flabbergasted, to sit under his tree and mourn the wasting of good rum.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
They were growing weary of this place, and no ship had happened by to rescue them. A diet of water and the occasional fruit was not enough, so Jack and Charlotte decided the set off into the jungle. They traveled for several days in the murky depths of the jungle, enduring the oppressive humidity and jeering calls of native monkeys, before trouble struck. It was nighttime, and the travelers had just settled down to sleep, listening to the strange birdcalls.
Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, several dozen forms slid soundlessly into the small clearing where Jack and Charlotte lay, unaware. They swiftly trussed up their captives, binding their wrists with strong vines and gagging them before they had time to react.
They were made to march several miles in the inky jungle, tripping over roots and undergrowth along the way. They were exhausted by the time their destination was revealed - a large clearing, with a huge bonfire in the middle, surrounded by strangely dressed people, many dancing, playing foreign instruments, or singing.
The leader of the "hunting party" spoke for a moment, and everyone paused to listen. When he finished, they cheered loudly and looked at the captives hungrily. Then a wizened old man approached them, numerous necklaces and earrings jangling together. He leaned heavily on a gnarled staff.
"Chèmaka le mårse sleaü bímeko-shalim?" He had a windy, uncertain voice.
Jack and Charlotte glanced at each other, then back at the man.
He repeated himself. A long pause ensued. Finally, Jack spoke up.
"Me name's Jack Sparrow," he said, pointing to himself and then Charlotte, "and this is Charlotte Billings.
"Chok Zbarrew êm Jirlothe Bellongs?" He questioned.
Jack nodded. "Close enough"
Unexpectedly, a bizarre smirk spread across his face, revealing missing and rotted teeth. Straightening his back slightly, he turned and shouted to his people, this time in a much clearer and stronger voice.
"Skelmã mechan lassa rarömezla!" At this, the crowd roared with excitement. One young man stepped forward, however, and raised his spear.
"Beno skelmã ekos?" At this, the old man, who Jack and Charlotte assumed was the leader, turned to them and spoke.
"Biene skelmã ekis?"
On a whim, Jack nodded. The natives roared with laughter.
"Jack, I don't think you should have nodded."
"Aye, love, I figured as much."
A group of natives came to them, and led them out of the clearing. Holding them at spearpoint, they were forced to walk a short distance into the woods, where they were locked in a sturdy cage of sapling trunks.
'Great, just great.' They both thought.
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YAY CHAPTER 6 IS DONE!!! I planned to do some more in it, but it was just TOO long! It'll definitely happen in chapter 7, please R&R to make me happy! Thanks! (