*Authors Note*
~Thanks for your reviews. They all made me smile. I had no idea that the original ride was supposed to include Anne Bonny and Mary Read, that is ever so interesting. I wonder why the idea got nixed.~
~This chapter is dedicated to the crew of the Ninà the only real sailing ship I have ever been on. And to hot dog soup, for being chalk full of nutrients.~
The Vanity and the Pearl
___________
Tortuga Bay
Captain Jack Sparrow awoke with the midday sun shining in his eyes. As he blinked, he tried to remember what he was doing aboard the Black Pearl, as recollection dawned on him he looked across the cabin to see Captain Anne Bonny strapping a belt around her petite waist. Her hair shone in the sunlight, mussed as it was. For the second time Jack spied the thick gold hoop that pierced her right ear, he had noticed it last night but hadn't had any time to dwell on it. He continued to watch her as she pulled on her purple coat, looking around for her hat.
"Leaving so soon?" Jack asked as she picked it up from under the table.
"I've got a ship t' check on me' hearty. The Vanity waits fer no man, but she do wait for one woman." She replied. "We be pulling out tomorrow."
"You know, I've been thinkin. Jack, I seys t' meself. There's a fine opportunity t' be had fer the taking. What say ye to teaming up with the me an the Pearl?"
"Ye want the Vanity t' be yer consort?"
"Aye! Think of the plunder. With another ship at her side the Pearl would be able to go after some bigger game. There's many a fat ship out there, love, just waitin t' be relieved o' cargo."
"Take what ye can. Give nothing back. It's a fair proposition, what's in it fer the Vanity?" Anne asked.
"Well now let's see. There's the prestige of sailing with the Black Pearl, the most feared ship in the Caribbean. There be your twenty percent o' the loot, and o' course when we be in port, we can do a little o' what we did last night. What do ye say?"
"Fifty percent."
"Thirty."
"Forty and ye got yerself a bargain."
"Forty it is then. The Black Pearl and the Vanity. Scourge of the West Indies!"
"Aye, only ye got it wrong, it be the Vanity and the Black Pearl."
They were both laughing as Anne crossed the cabin to the bed where Jack was still lying naked. She spat in her palm, and as Jack did likewise they clapped hands, making a true pact.
"Could ye do me a favor Captain Bonny?" Jack asked after a moment had passed.
"What be it?"
"Could ye toss me m' pants. They be over there by the door."
Anne laughed again, her tooth sparkling in the sunlight. She threw Jack his pants as she opened the door. "I'll be meeting ye on deck. We'll go over and ye can have a look at me ship."
She made her way on deck, enjoying the feel of the shore breeze blowing against her neck after the cloistering air in Jack's cabin. I smile played lightly on her face as a few scraggly hands looked at her with obvious surprise. One more so than others. Anamaria watched the female pirate as she made her way to the rail. She had been busy checking the rigging on the newly erected mainmast checking, for the hundredth time, that all was in proper order. Ana could tell by her walk, and her dress that the woman was accustomed to life aboard a ship, the richness of her clothes also suggested to her that this woman was no ordinary deckhand. Cautiously, she approached.
"Good day t' ye." Anamaria said. Not sure of herself.
"Aye, a good day it be. The wind's blowin a fair course for the Bahamas, not a storm cloud insight." Anne remarked lightly. "Ye be?"
"Oh, I'm Anamaria. Third mate o' the Black Pearl, it also be my watch. Who be you?"
"Captain Anne Bonny o' the schooner Vanity. I just be payin a little visit with yer Captain."
"You're a Captain?" Anamaria asked, taken aback. She herself had once been a Captain, but the experience had been short lived. She had spent a total of three weeks in command of her own vessel, but then Jack Sparrow had come into her life. That particular ship was now home of Davy Jones, and probably all manner of sea life. She had not desired to command again, instead she had put her faith in Jack, who was a better Captain than she could have ever hoped to be, an a honest man in her eyes.
Anne studied the woman for a while, trying to decide just what she was. The girl intrigued her, she found it quite interesting that Jack had a female crew member. And to boast that she was third mate, obviously she considered herself valuable. She wondered icily, what she was to Jack. Anne was just about to say something snide when Jack strolled on deck, pulling his coat on and adjusting his hat. Anne smiled a wry grin as Anamaria's eyes popped open to their fullest, realizing just what kind of visit she had been paying to the Captain.
"Mornin' Anamaria, I see ye've meet Captain Bonny, and a fine Captain she be, or so I'm told. Itn' that right love?" Jack swung a tattoed arm around Anne and winked. Anamaria huffed, saying not a word, and walked away, presumably to check the new rigging once again. "I wonder what matter of crab crawled up her trousers." Jack remarked. "She seems in a right foul mood."
"Perhaps it has something t' do with the fact that a female Captain is strolling yer deck wit' you looking all disheveled while she has to busy herself with the duties o' a third mate."
"Hum, ye may be right on that one. D' ye think she's jealous?" There was a gleam in Jack's eyes that belayed the fact that women fighting over him was something that excited him. "I'm not going t' have a cat fight on me hands, now am I? Not, that I'd mind a bit o' sport, but ifn' ye were t' win, and win ye'd probably do, it might be bad for moral. Then again, maybe not."
"May chance we'll find out. Ifn' she keeps walkin' away wit' out being dismissed. I suppose though, if ye want to come see the Vanity now, I could let the tart's slight pass."
"Ahh! The infamous Vanity, your ahhh...."
"Schooner." Anne informed him.
"Yes, Schooner. You'll be sure t' show me yer cabin won't ye?"
Jack couldn't remember a time when he had laughed more. Captain Anne Bonny had proven, so far, to have natural playfulness that Jack found rather attractive not only as a sexual partner, but as a business partner as well. Her true test, he decided as they walked down the plank to the dock, would be her ship and her crew. For they were the meat and potatoes of every Captain, and a good Captain can't function all by her onesies.
*Authors Note*
~Well there you have it. A bit more of Jack and Bonny. Thanks to Kayden for some good advice. I hope you liked this chapter. Elizabeth and Norrington in the next... Stay tuned for more.~
~Thanks for your reviews. They all made me smile. I had no idea that the original ride was supposed to include Anne Bonny and Mary Read, that is ever so interesting. I wonder why the idea got nixed.~
~This chapter is dedicated to the crew of the Ninà the only real sailing ship I have ever been on. And to hot dog soup, for being chalk full of nutrients.~
The Vanity and the Pearl
___________
Tortuga Bay
Captain Jack Sparrow awoke with the midday sun shining in his eyes. As he blinked, he tried to remember what he was doing aboard the Black Pearl, as recollection dawned on him he looked across the cabin to see Captain Anne Bonny strapping a belt around her petite waist. Her hair shone in the sunlight, mussed as it was. For the second time Jack spied the thick gold hoop that pierced her right ear, he had noticed it last night but hadn't had any time to dwell on it. He continued to watch her as she pulled on her purple coat, looking around for her hat.
"Leaving so soon?" Jack asked as she picked it up from under the table.
"I've got a ship t' check on me' hearty. The Vanity waits fer no man, but she do wait for one woman." She replied. "We be pulling out tomorrow."
"You know, I've been thinkin. Jack, I seys t' meself. There's a fine opportunity t' be had fer the taking. What say ye to teaming up with the me an the Pearl?"
"Ye want the Vanity t' be yer consort?"
"Aye! Think of the plunder. With another ship at her side the Pearl would be able to go after some bigger game. There's many a fat ship out there, love, just waitin t' be relieved o' cargo."
"Take what ye can. Give nothing back. It's a fair proposition, what's in it fer the Vanity?" Anne asked.
"Well now let's see. There's the prestige of sailing with the Black Pearl, the most feared ship in the Caribbean. There be your twenty percent o' the loot, and o' course when we be in port, we can do a little o' what we did last night. What do ye say?"
"Fifty percent."
"Thirty."
"Forty and ye got yerself a bargain."
"Forty it is then. The Black Pearl and the Vanity. Scourge of the West Indies!"
"Aye, only ye got it wrong, it be the Vanity and the Black Pearl."
They were both laughing as Anne crossed the cabin to the bed where Jack was still lying naked. She spat in her palm, and as Jack did likewise they clapped hands, making a true pact.
"Could ye do me a favor Captain Bonny?" Jack asked after a moment had passed.
"What be it?"
"Could ye toss me m' pants. They be over there by the door."
Anne laughed again, her tooth sparkling in the sunlight. She threw Jack his pants as she opened the door. "I'll be meeting ye on deck. We'll go over and ye can have a look at me ship."
She made her way on deck, enjoying the feel of the shore breeze blowing against her neck after the cloistering air in Jack's cabin. I smile played lightly on her face as a few scraggly hands looked at her with obvious surprise. One more so than others. Anamaria watched the female pirate as she made her way to the rail. She had been busy checking the rigging on the newly erected mainmast checking, for the hundredth time, that all was in proper order. Ana could tell by her walk, and her dress that the woman was accustomed to life aboard a ship, the richness of her clothes also suggested to her that this woman was no ordinary deckhand. Cautiously, she approached.
"Good day t' ye." Anamaria said. Not sure of herself.
"Aye, a good day it be. The wind's blowin a fair course for the Bahamas, not a storm cloud insight." Anne remarked lightly. "Ye be?"
"Oh, I'm Anamaria. Third mate o' the Black Pearl, it also be my watch. Who be you?"
"Captain Anne Bonny o' the schooner Vanity. I just be payin a little visit with yer Captain."
"You're a Captain?" Anamaria asked, taken aback. She herself had once been a Captain, but the experience had been short lived. She had spent a total of three weeks in command of her own vessel, but then Jack Sparrow had come into her life. That particular ship was now home of Davy Jones, and probably all manner of sea life. She had not desired to command again, instead she had put her faith in Jack, who was a better Captain than she could have ever hoped to be, an a honest man in her eyes.
Anne studied the woman for a while, trying to decide just what she was. The girl intrigued her, she found it quite interesting that Jack had a female crew member. And to boast that she was third mate, obviously she considered herself valuable. She wondered icily, what she was to Jack. Anne was just about to say something snide when Jack strolled on deck, pulling his coat on and adjusting his hat. Anne smiled a wry grin as Anamaria's eyes popped open to their fullest, realizing just what kind of visit she had been paying to the Captain.
"Mornin' Anamaria, I see ye've meet Captain Bonny, and a fine Captain she be, or so I'm told. Itn' that right love?" Jack swung a tattoed arm around Anne and winked. Anamaria huffed, saying not a word, and walked away, presumably to check the new rigging once again. "I wonder what matter of crab crawled up her trousers." Jack remarked. "She seems in a right foul mood."
"Perhaps it has something t' do with the fact that a female Captain is strolling yer deck wit' you looking all disheveled while she has to busy herself with the duties o' a third mate."
"Hum, ye may be right on that one. D' ye think she's jealous?" There was a gleam in Jack's eyes that belayed the fact that women fighting over him was something that excited him. "I'm not going t' have a cat fight on me hands, now am I? Not, that I'd mind a bit o' sport, but ifn' ye were t' win, and win ye'd probably do, it might be bad for moral. Then again, maybe not."
"May chance we'll find out. Ifn' she keeps walkin' away wit' out being dismissed. I suppose though, if ye want to come see the Vanity now, I could let the tart's slight pass."
"Ahh! The infamous Vanity, your ahhh...."
"Schooner." Anne informed him.
"Yes, Schooner. You'll be sure t' show me yer cabin won't ye?"
Jack couldn't remember a time when he had laughed more. Captain Anne Bonny had proven, so far, to have natural playfulness that Jack found rather attractive not only as a sexual partner, but as a business partner as well. Her true test, he decided as they walked down the plank to the dock, would be her ship and her crew. For they were the meat and potatoes of every Captain, and a good Captain can't function all by her onesies.
*Authors Note*
~Well there you have it. A bit more of Jack and Bonny. Thanks to Kayden for some good advice. I hope you liked this chapter. Elizabeth and Norrington in the next... Stay tuned for more.~