~~~~~~~~~9 years later~~~~~~~~~~.
"Bring her into port!" Eleanor's shout echoed across the decks
as hands rushed to do her bidding.
"Captain." She turned so an older man who stood behind her, his
snow-white hair cropped short. "Do we really need to dock here?
We're only a day behind Hawkeye Caine and if we stop here we'll
then be, at best, a week."
Eleanor knew that, but as much as she wanted revenge, not to
mention the bounty, on Caine's head there was something she
wanted even more. Eleanor smiled at the man and put an arm
around his shoulder and led him to the far side of the ship.
"James, my friend. Take a look far out to that cove. Try to see
right around the corner of the stone wall. Tell me what you
see."
Eleanor watched the man and saw his eyes widen with shock and
fright. "Black sails!" He made a sign against evil.
Eleanor grinned. "Ah, the pearl. A real pirate ship. And who,
but the man with the largest bounty on his head captains it?"
She smiled. "I've got you this time Sparrow."
James looked up at her with shock. "You know Captain Jack
Sparrow, captain?"
She smiled. "Of course I do. He's my husband." She strolled
down bellow ignoring his gaping stare on her back.
Sinking down into a chair she lifted a brush and ran it through
her lovely locks. Plotting. She had to get Sparrow. She'd
capture him, bring him on her ship, and let him believe she'd
turn him in. She wondered if he'd remember him, most of her
plan depended on him not. She'd grown. Her hair had regrown
back, so it was once again almost waist length, but it was
slightly paler now, the color of wheat.
Her eyes, where an exact rival for the sea itself. She went to
her chest and lifted out her costume, shaking it slightly so
the tiny gold disks on it make a light chime. She'd been
practicing. Everything she would do have been rehearsed before,
just for him. All she had to do was find him, and then she and
Trey would do the rest.
Jack Sparrow, Captain of the infamous Black Pearl, known
commonly as The Pirate King, the man with almost $10,000 on his
head, and all around good guy.was stone cold drunk. One more
drink, he was convinced, would have him flat on his face, which
wasn't saying to mach since he was already sprawled out on his
back in the dim lit tavern.
He'd needed some time away from the Pearl. He had expected and
exciting, fun filled life. But the last year or so on the Pearl
had been nothing but boring. Dodging bounty hunters and
officials who he was sure didn't even try very hard to capture
him anymore. It just took the fun out of life that not one
seemed to come up with any sort of ingenious plan that even
almost caught him.
"I'm in a rut." He groaned.
"That you are my friend." Jack looked up to see a tall man
standing above him. A short mane of vibrant red hair and a dark
tanned skin. He wasn't looking back at Jack though instead he
was ushering men in who cleared back tables to the chagrin of
disgruntled drunks.
"What's going on, mate?" Jack sat up, his curiosity over
powering his minds groggy desire to stay drunk.
"Didn't you hear?" The man sounded rather smug. "Some slave
girls were being shipped from the west. Well I'm the one who
brings em' over and for a gift I got the pick of the litter if
you get my drift." He grinned and winked at jack. "But the
girls as feisty as they come and I'm running low on money if
you understand so I'm selling her."
Jack's eyes lit up and he grinned. "Interesting." He clapped
his hands once and sat up leaning on his elbows. "Now this is
how to have a good time. Bring her out, mate."
The man grinned his eyes glittering for a moment before he
turned towards a side door and called out. "Adele. Come out
love."
And Jack stared, slack jawed and the woman who emerged, as did
most every male there. Long sunburst colored curls swirled
almost to her waist. Her slim lithe form was almost completely
reveled by her attire for she wore a skirt that looked composed
of thin transparent lavender scarves, intricately twisted
together. The same twist of scarves, but this time hung with
thin gold disks barely covered her chest. A belt of the same
gold disks hung low on her wide hips. Around her both her
ankles and on her delicate wrists were hung bracelets of tiny
silver bells that chimed as she walked. Her legs and arms
rippled supply with muscles.
"Well Adele? Don't just stand there dazzeling, dance for the
dogs!" The red haired man damanded then looked at Jack. "Can't
take her anywhere." The woman threw a look at the man and Jack
was amazed by her eyes. The exact color of the ocean after a
storm, but those water colored orbs gleamed with an inner fire.
Something about her seemed familiar.
"Well I'll need a decent beat." She snapped and tossed her head
back in an annoyed pose.
The man gestured and a youth sat down with a small drum in his
hands and began to play a steady tone. The woman stood imobile
for a moment listening them began to dance in time, the tiny
bells picking up the melody perfectly as the serenaded her
steps and moves, even the tiniest, most subtle flicks of her
wrist or foot.
Jack watched for a long while then turned to the red haired
man. "It seems I'm inclined to ask a favor."
The man looked at him and grinned. "I knew you would. Whats it
to be?"
Jack fingered his purse. "300 now, and 10% of any of my plunder
for the next.2 years."
The man grinned. "You have your self a deal." He gestured and
the woman stop and strolled over, the drum's music dropping of
immediately so the only sound was the jungle of her bells as
every eye followed her. "My dear, this is Captain Jack
Sparrow." He grinned. "Give him heck."
Jack grinned. "A pleasure doing business with you." He handed
over the purse that jangled lightly. The man inclined his head
then walked away a grin on his features.
Jack grinned at her girl and beckoned leading her from the
tavern into a back room then turned as the door shut and
grinned at her lifting her hand to kiss it lightly. "Well luv,
what do you have to say.
The woman smiled then suddenly pulled a pistol from where it
had, apparently, been strapped to her thigh and pointed it at
him. "Jack Sparrow, you have just been apprehended by bounty
hunter, Eleanor Turner. Please watch your step while I escort
you to my ship."
"Bring her into port!" Eleanor's shout echoed across the decks
as hands rushed to do her bidding.
"Captain." She turned so an older man who stood behind her, his
snow-white hair cropped short. "Do we really need to dock here?
We're only a day behind Hawkeye Caine and if we stop here we'll
then be, at best, a week."
Eleanor knew that, but as much as she wanted revenge, not to
mention the bounty, on Caine's head there was something she
wanted even more. Eleanor smiled at the man and put an arm
around his shoulder and led him to the far side of the ship.
"James, my friend. Take a look far out to that cove. Try to see
right around the corner of the stone wall. Tell me what you
see."
Eleanor watched the man and saw his eyes widen with shock and
fright. "Black sails!" He made a sign against evil.
Eleanor grinned. "Ah, the pearl. A real pirate ship. And who,
but the man with the largest bounty on his head captains it?"
She smiled. "I've got you this time Sparrow."
James looked up at her with shock. "You know Captain Jack
Sparrow, captain?"
She smiled. "Of course I do. He's my husband." She strolled
down bellow ignoring his gaping stare on her back.
Sinking down into a chair she lifted a brush and ran it through
her lovely locks. Plotting. She had to get Sparrow. She'd
capture him, bring him on her ship, and let him believe she'd
turn him in. She wondered if he'd remember him, most of her
plan depended on him not. She'd grown. Her hair had regrown
back, so it was once again almost waist length, but it was
slightly paler now, the color of wheat.
Her eyes, where an exact rival for the sea itself. She went to
her chest and lifted out her costume, shaking it slightly so
the tiny gold disks on it make a light chime. She'd been
practicing. Everything she would do have been rehearsed before,
just for him. All she had to do was find him, and then she and
Trey would do the rest.
Jack Sparrow, Captain of the infamous Black Pearl, known
commonly as The Pirate King, the man with almost $10,000 on his
head, and all around good guy.was stone cold drunk. One more
drink, he was convinced, would have him flat on his face, which
wasn't saying to mach since he was already sprawled out on his
back in the dim lit tavern.
He'd needed some time away from the Pearl. He had expected and
exciting, fun filled life. But the last year or so on the Pearl
had been nothing but boring. Dodging bounty hunters and
officials who he was sure didn't even try very hard to capture
him anymore. It just took the fun out of life that not one
seemed to come up with any sort of ingenious plan that even
almost caught him.
"I'm in a rut." He groaned.
"That you are my friend." Jack looked up to see a tall man
standing above him. A short mane of vibrant red hair and a dark
tanned skin. He wasn't looking back at Jack though instead he
was ushering men in who cleared back tables to the chagrin of
disgruntled drunks.
"What's going on, mate?" Jack sat up, his curiosity over
powering his minds groggy desire to stay drunk.
"Didn't you hear?" The man sounded rather smug. "Some slave
girls were being shipped from the west. Well I'm the one who
brings em' over and for a gift I got the pick of the litter if
you get my drift." He grinned and winked at jack. "But the
girls as feisty as they come and I'm running low on money if
you understand so I'm selling her."
Jack's eyes lit up and he grinned. "Interesting." He clapped
his hands once and sat up leaning on his elbows. "Now this is
how to have a good time. Bring her out, mate."
The man grinned his eyes glittering for a moment before he
turned towards a side door and called out. "Adele. Come out
love."
And Jack stared, slack jawed and the woman who emerged, as did
most every male there. Long sunburst colored curls swirled
almost to her waist. Her slim lithe form was almost completely
reveled by her attire for she wore a skirt that looked composed
of thin transparent lavender scarves, intricately twisted
together. The same twist of scarves, but this time hung with
thin gold disks barely covered her chest. A belt of the same
gold disks hung low on her wide hips. Around her both her
ankles and on her delicate wrists were hung bracelets of tiny
silver bells that chimed as she walked. Her legs and arms
rippled supply with muscles.
"Well Adele? Don't just stand there dazzeling, dance for the
dogs!" The red haired man damanded then looked at Jack. "Can't
take her anywhere." The woman threw a look at the man and Jack
was amazed by her eyes. The exact color of the ocean after a
storm, but those water colored orbs gleamed with an inner fire.
Something about her seemed familiar.
"Well I'll need a decent beat." She snapped and tossed her head
back in an annoyed pose.
The man gestured and a youth sat down with a small drum in his
hands and began to play a steady tone. The woman stood imobile
for a moment listening them began to dance in time, the tiny
bells picking up the melody perfectly as the serenaded her
steps and moves, even the tiniest, most subtle flicks of her
wrist or foot.
Jack watched for a long while then turned to the red haired
man. "It seems I'm inclined to ask a favor."
The man looked at him and grinned. "I knew you would. Whats it
to be?"
Jack fingered his purse. "300 now, and 10% of any of my plunder
for the next.2 years."
The man grinned. "You have your self a deal." He gestured and
the woman stop and strolled over, the drum's music dropping of
immediately so the only sound was the jungle of her bells as
every eye followed her. "My dear, this is Captain Jack
Sparrow." He grinned. "Give him heck."
Jack grinned. "A pleasure doing business with you." He handed
over the purse that jangled lightly. The man inclined his head
then walked away a grin on his features.
Jack grinned at her girl and beckoned leading her from the
tavern into a back room then turned as the door shut and
grinned at her lifting her hand to kiss it lightly. "Well luv,
what do you have to say.
The woman smiled then suddenly pulled a pistol from where it
had, apparently, been strapped to her thigh and pointed it at
him. "Jack Sparrow, you have just been apprehended by bounty
hunter, Eleanor Turner. Please watch your step while I escort
you to my ship."
