Disclaimer: Still don't own anything. Disney now put a restraining order on me and they said if I go on their property one more time it's the slammer for me... They didn't say anything about phone calls, though... ;)
A/N: I've got my Jack Sparrow muse sitting in the chair across from me and giving me ideas about what to write.
Jack: Nothing cozy for this chapter?
Me: No...
Jack: Darn, I was so looking forward to it!
Me: You can wait, you stupid pig.
Jack: I am not a pig!
Me: You're not?
Jack: No... Pigs happen to be pink.
Me: Right, well, on with the story!
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Chapter Two: Spilt Tea
It was exactly twenty minutes later that Jack stared out through the window of the coach, feeling the white leather seat rattling as the wheels slid over a bump in the road. Anne sat across from him, her legs crossed and her arms hugging her middle, not exactly the proper way for a woman to sit.
"So tell me more about the Black Pearl," she said. "How did you get your ship back?" Jack closed his eyes, remembering the sea breeze on his face and the feeling of the rough wood of the wheel beneath his hands, as he grasped it for the first time in ten years. Ten very long years... Suddenly he was back to that July morning, only a month ago, with the battlement of Fort Charles and the figures of Will and Elizabeth fading into the distance, pressed into one in a long-awaited kiss...
"Mr. Sparrow!" Jack opened his eyes and surprised to find the enclosed space of the coach around him instead of the open ocean and the deck of his great ship.
"What, love?" he asked. Anne rolled her eyes, and he proceeded to tell her about his latest adventure. She leaned in as his voice grew lower, totally engrossed in the tale. He was exaggerating a little. No harm in adding spice to the tale.
"...and there were these Chinese midgets-" the door of the carriage opened. The driver, McGuinness, held out a hand for Anne.
"I can very well manage to get out of this blasted thing myself; I don't need any help!" she said, and pushed right past him. Jack went out behind her. They had arrived at the drive of a large white house, overshadowed by trees and bright perennial flowers. Before they even reached the front door, a magnificant mahogany creation, it was opened by a butler. Anne led Jack up a staircase and through several more doors, until they entered what appeared to be a sitting room. The butler asked to take Jack's coat and hat, but he declined. Anne, however, gave the portly little man her own white hat, which had yellow roses all around the brim. Then she told a servant girl to bring tea and sandwiches.
She sat down on a beige couch, and gestured for Jack to sit on the chair across from her. He looked around in awe. The only house he had seen bigger than this was the Swann mansion, but that he had only seen from afar.
"I reckon your father is a wealthy man, love. This is quite a place," he remarked. She fumbled with her skirt, her brow furrowed.
"My father lives in Charles Town. He... he disowned me," she said quietly.
"Why'd he do that? And how'd you get such a nice house?" Anne looked up, and her eyes seemed far away, as though remembering.
"My father disowned me, because... because of whom I married. This is my husband's house, provided by those, those bastards in the government," she said. She's married? Jack thought. He thought she seemed somewhat odd to bring him to her house when her husband was who-knows-where.
"Where is your hubby, then?" he asked. She gestured toward the window.
"Out on another one of his sea voyages. Hunting pirates." Uh-oh.
"Hunting pirates, you say? I've heard New Providence was filled with them," he said. Anne nodded.
"Yes. James, my husband, was once a pirate, and you, I believe, are a pirate." Jack sat straight in his chair and tried to decide whether confessing to Anne would earn him a prison sentence. He had already told her his name, after all.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sparrow, most of my friends are pirates. I'm not going to turn you in; I merely wanted to chat," she added, laughing.
"Oh, that's good, because-"
"DAMMIT!" A servant girl had accidentally spilled tea in Anne's lap. "You clumsy oaf! Be more careful next time!" she shouted. The girl looked positively terrified.
"Yes, madam, I promise I will. I am so very sorry, it won't happen a-"
"Fine! Just bloody get me some new clothes! From James's closet," Anne interrupted, waving the girl away. She turned back to Jack. "Now, what were you saying again?" Jack wiped the stunned look from his face.
"I said, 'Oh, that's good' because," he said, and leaned in closer, whispering, "I am a pirate." The look of relief on her face was unmistakable.
"Excellent! You need not worry; James will be gone for quite some time." She said, and lifted her teacup to drink. Jack realized that there was a teacup before him as well, and he picked it up and sipped cautiously at it. He spit it out.
"Eeerghh!" he gasped. "It's burning me throat!" Anne burst into laughter, and soon she was laughing so hard she clutched her stomach and her face turned red.
"Never had tea before, I presume?" she snorted. Jack set the cup down.
"Do you happen to have any rum?"
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A/N: Jack the Muse held me at gunpoint and said I had to put rum in... I hope he chokes on it...
A/N: I've got my Jack Sparrow muse sitting in the chair across from me and giving me ideas about what to write.
Jack: Nothing cozy for this chapter?
Me: No...
Jack: Darn, I was so looking forward to it!
Me: You can wait, you stupid pig.
Jack: I am not a pig!
Me: You're not?
Jack: No... Pigs happen to be pink.
Me: Right, well, on with the story!
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Two: Spilt Tea
It was exactly twenty minutes later that Jack stared out through the window of the coach, feeling the white leather seat rattling as the wheels slid over a bump in the road. Anne sat across from him, her legs crossed and her arms hugging her middle, not exactly the proper way for a woman to sit.
"So tell me more about the Black Pearl," she said. "How did you get your ship back?" Jack closed his eyes, remembering the sea breeze on his face and the feeling of the rough wood of the wheel beneath his hands, as he grasped it for the first time in ten years. Ten very long years... Suddenly he was back to that July morning, only a month ago, with the battlement of Fort Charles and the figures of Will and Elizabeth fading into the distance, pressed into one in a long-awaited kiss...
"Mr. Sparrow!" Jack opened his eyes and surprised to find the enclosed space of the coach around him instead of the open ocean and the deck of his great ship.
"What, love?" he asked. Anne rolled her eyes, and he proceeded to tell her about his latest adventure. She leaned in as his voice grew lower, totally engrossed in the tale. He was exaggerating a little. No harm in adding spice to the tale.
"...and there were these Chinese midgets-" the door of the carriage opened. The driver, McGuinness, held out a hand for Anne.
"I can very well manage to get out of this blasted thing myself; I don't need any help!" she said, and pushed right past him. Jack went out behind her. They had arrived at the drive of a large white house, overshadowed by trees and bright perennial flowers. Before they even reached the front door, a magnificant mahogany creation, it was opened by a butler. Anne led Jack up a staircase and through several more doors, until they entered what appeared to be a sitting room. The butler asked to take Jack's coat and hat, but he declined. Anne, however, gave the portly little man her own white hat, which had yellow roses all around the brim. Then she told a servant girl to bring tea and sandwiches.
She sat down on a beige couch, and gestured for Jack to sit on the chair across from her. He looked around in awe. The only house he had seen bigger than this was the Swann mansion, but that he had only seen from afar.
"I reckon your father is a wealthy man, love. This is quite a place," he remarked. She fumbled with her skirt, her brow furrowed.
"My father lives in Charles Town. He... he disowned me," she said quietly.
"Why'd he do that? And how'd you get such a nice house?" Anne looked up, and her eyes seemed far away, as though remembering.
"My father disowned me, because... because of whom I married. This is my husband's house, provided by those, those bastards in the government," she said. She's married? Jack thought. He thought she seemed somewhat odd to bring him to her house when her husband was who-knows-where.
"Where is your hubby, then?" he asked. She gestured toward the window.
"Out on another one of his sea voyages. Hunting pirates." Uh-oh.
"Hunting pirates, you say? I've heard New Providence was filled with them," he said. Anne nodded.
"Yes. James, my husband, was once a pirate, and you, I believe, are a pirate." Jack sat straight in his chair and tried to decide whether confessing to Anne would earn him a prison sentence. He had already told her his name, after all.
"Don't worry, Mr. Sparrow, most of my friends are pirates. I'm not going to turn you in; I merely wanted to chat," she added, laughing.
"Oh, that's good, because-"
"DAMMIT!" A servant girl had accidentally spilled tea in Anne's lap. "You clumsy oaf! Be more careful next time!" she shouted. The girl looked positively terrified.
"Yes, madam, I promise I will. I am so very sorry, it won't happen a-"
"Fine! Just bloody get me some new clothes! From James's closet," Anne interrupted, waving the girl away. She turned back to Jack. "Now, what were you saying again?" Jack wiped the stunned look from his face.
"I said, 'Oh, that's good' because," he said, and leaned in closer, whispering, "I am a pirate." The look of relief on her face was unmistakable.
"Excellent! You need not worry; James will be gone for quite some time." She said, and lifted her teacup to drink. Jack realized that there was a teacup before him as well, and he picked it up and sipped cautiously at it. He spit it out.
"Eeerghh!" he gasped. "It's burning me throat!" Anne burst into laughter, and soon she was laughing so hard she clutched her stomach and her face turned red.
"Never had tea before, I presume?" she snorted. Jack set the cup down.
"Do you happen to have any rum?"
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A/N: Jack the Muse held me at gunpoint and said I had to put rum in... I hope he chokes on it...