Disclaimer: Honestly, if you don't know already, you must have a memory problem!
A/N: Do you like? I hope you do! Here's juice boxes and rum-flavored cookies for everyone!
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Chapter Three: A Pirate and a Proposition
The sun had already begun to set hours later when the two were still in Anne's sitting room. She had ordered a servant to run to the nearest tavern and pick up a few bottles. Anne was wearing breeches and a white collared shirt, apparently taken from her husband's closet. She explained to Jack that they were much more comfortable than those "bloody dresses."
"Sooo, I says... I says, 'Elizabeth, daaahhhling, it woulda neva worked betweeen uss," Jack slurred, as he told another story, already on his fourth glass of rum. Anna was quite sober, having not touched the stuff. A "drink of the Devil," she had called it. "An' then, I looked at Will's stoopid hat, with a biiigg pluumed feeeeaather, and I said, 'Niiiice haatt." He chuckled, the rum beginning to fog his brain. Anne looked at him worriedly.
"Mr. Sparrow, are you sure you haven't had enough rum?" she asked. Jack held up his pointer finger and wagged it.
"Nah, nah, I nnneeevvver have tooo much rrruuummm," he replied. "An' call mee Jaaa...John...Joe...Jerry...nooo...Jimminy..."
"Jack?" she offered. He pointed at her and nodded drunkenly.
"Yeah, thaaa'ss it. Jaaacckk!"
"You have the most extraordinary adventures, Cap- Jack," Anne said wisfully, staring down at her steaming cup of tea.
"Ahhh, yeess, ppllentya adventuuurrresss," he said, setting down the bottle.
"Wish I could go out an do things like that. But, noooo, James would never hear of such a thing!" she fumed, parlty to herself. Jack leaned forward and looked right into her eyes.
"I've got a proposition for ye, Ms. Bonny," he said, his hands moving as he talked. "You want ta get away from here, I can tell. So... what say you to this? We put a hat on that pretty little head of yours, and a coat, and I take ye out to my ship and we sails away into the horizon, aye? Plenty of adventure! What say you ta that?" Anne considered his suggestion. Finally she put down her teacup and rose from the couch.
"You want me to dress like a man?" she asked. Jack nodded at the men's clothes she was already wearing.
"My crew thinks women onboard are bad luck. And anyway, if you want to get off this island without anyone knowing, you'll have to make sure no one will recognize you," he said. She stood up and led Jack to what he supposed was her bedroom, with plain white bedding and gray walls. The colors were somewhat depressing. She went to a door on the side of the room and opened it. There were men's clothes inside.
"Well? Help me pick out something!" she said.
"Alright, the shirt and the breeches are fine, but we need a jacket so's the crew can't see, uh..." he left that sentence unfinished, and pulled out a plain blue coat similar to his own. Anne put it on and found a slip of cloth to use as a bandana to tie her hair up in, and a plain gray wide-brimmed hat. Jack helped her apply kohl to her eyes, and they found gloves to cover her hands.
"Ah, you look perfect, love!" he exclaimed happily. She looked down at herself and smiled. "Just be careful not to talk much. Your voice is too pretty to be a man's."
"What about a sword and a pistol?" Anne asked.
"Aye, we'll need to find a Blacksmith..."
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And in only a few minutes they had left the house. They walked, of course, having gone out the back door. They wanted the servants to believe that they were still in the house, because even they Jack and Anne couldn't trust. They walked through the dirt alleys and cobblestone streets, occasionally passing vendors selling everything, ranging from food to bronze elephant statuettes, and wenches hitching up their skirts, trying to get passing coaches to stop. Anne shook her head at them. Jack even watched in amusement as she walked right up to a whore and her pimp, tapped the girl on the shoulder, and said that her moaning was quite annoying and unneccessary.
"I don't know if ye should have done that, love," Jack said as they continued on their way.
"It was true! That lass needs drama classes, if you ask me," Anne replied. Finally they saw a shop that said "Blacksmith" on a sign on the door. They went inside and found a man making a horseshoe.
"Excuse me?" Jack asked. The blacksmith didn't seem to notice him, and kept pounding at the horseshoe. "Excuse me?!" Anne stepped up beside Jack.
"EXCUSE ME???!!!!" she shouted. The man stopped pounding and looked up at them, startled.
"Beggin' yer pardon, gentlemen, I didn't hear ye," he said. Good, he thinks Anne is a boy, thought Jack.
"Yes, uh... I need to have a cutlass made for my friend here. A really nice one," Jack said. The blacksmith frowned and wiped his grease-stained hands on a towel.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I ain't makin' no more swords today," he said. Jack pulled out a pouch of gold coins from his pocket, dangling it between his fingers.
He said, his gold teeth gleaming in the moonlight coming through the window, "I can pay you quite... handsomely."
The blacksmith stared at the pouch, and by the look in his eyes, he was contemplating whether or not to accept Jack's offer.
"Alright, I'll make one for ye. It'll take a while, so come back later." Jack clapped his palms together and bowed slightly to the man, and then he and Anne left the shop.
"Money can get you anything, love, remember that," he said happily.
"I certainly shall."
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A/N: Sorry for the shortness of chapters, but I really want to make sure I leave off in a good place. How bout a proposition for YOU, O great reader! See that button right there, the one that says "Submit Review?" Yeah? Well I think you know what to do... *wink* *wink wink* Now, I'm off to go take my step-dad's "Super-special-no-touching-or-you're-dead-gotta-have-this stash of Budweiser from the clutches of my Sparrow Muse. I swear, he's a completely hopeless alchoholic!
Jack: Nooo, not the beer! My beer! mine!
Me: Jack, give it to me...
Jack: No! You can't have it! *clutches case protectively*
Me: Don't make me have to use this... *pulls out a can of Bud-LIGHT
Jack: Ahhhh! Not good, not good, please, not the LOW-CALORY kind!
Now, while I try to coax the beer off of him, go review! Next chapter will be up as soon as I find inspiration... Not like my "muse" is being a very good help...
A/N: Do you like? I hope you do! Here's juice boxes and rum-flavored cookies for everyone!
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Chapter Three: A Pirate and a Proposition
The sun had already begun to set hours later when the two were still in Anne's sitting room. She had ordered a servant to run to the nearest tavern and pick up a few bottles. Anne was wearing breeches and a white collared shirt, apparently taken from her husband's closet. She explained to Jack that they were much more comfortable than those "bloody dresses."
"Sooo, I says... I says, 'Elizabeth, daaahhhling, it woulda neva worked betweeen uss," Jack slurred, as he told another story, already on his fourth glass of rum. Anna was quite sober, having not touched the stuff. A "drink of the Devil," she had called it. "An' then, I looked at Will's stoopid hat, with a biiigg pluumed feeeeaather, and I said, 'Niiiice haatt." He chuckled, the rum beginning to fog his brain. Anne looked at him worriedly.
"Mr. Sparrow, are you sure you haven't had enough rum?" she asked. Jack held up his pointer finger and wagged it.
"Nah, nah, I nnneeevvver have tooo much rrruuummm," he replied. "An' call mee Jaaa...John...Joe...Jerry...nooo...Jimminy..."
"Jack?" she offered. He pointed at her and nodded drunkenly.
"Yeah, thaaa'ss it. Jaaacckk!"
"You have the most extraordinary adventures, Cap- Jack," Anne said wisfully, staring down at her steaming cup of tea.
"Ahhh, yeess, ppllentya adventuuurrresss," he said, setting down the bottle.
"Wish I could go out an do things like that. But, noooo, James would never hear of such a thing!" she fumed, parlty to herself. Jack leaned forward and looked right into her eyes.
"I've got a proposition for ye, Ms. Bonny," he said, his hands moving as he talked. "You want ta get away from here, I can tell. So... what say you to this? We put a hat on that pretty little head of yours, and a coat, and I take ye out to my ship and we sails away into the horizon, aye? Plenty of adventure! What say you ta that?" Anne considered his suggestion. Finally she put down her teacup and rose from the couch.
"You want me to dress like a man?" she asked. Jack nodded at the men's clothes she was already wearing.
"My crew thinks women onboard are bad luck. And anyway, if you want to get off this island without anyone knowing, you'll have to make sure no one will recognize you," he said. She stood up and led Jack to what he supposed was her bedroom, with plain white bedding and gray walls. The colors were somewhat depressing. She went to a door on the side of the room and opened it. There were men's clothes inside.
"Well? Help me pick out something!" she said.
"Alright, the shirt and the breeches are fine, but we need a jacket so's the crew can't see, uh..." he left that sentence unfinished, and pulled out a plain blue coat similar to his own. Anne put it on and found a slip of cloth to use as a bandana to tie her hair up in, and a plain gray wide-brimmed hat. Jack helped her apply kohl to her eyes, and they found gloves to cover her hands.
"Ah, you look perfect, love!" he exclaimed happily. She looked down at herself and smiled. "Just be careful not to talk much. Your voice is too pretty to be a man's."
"What about a sword and a pistol?" Anne asked.
"Aye, we'll need to find a Blacksmith..."
~*~*~*~*~*~*
And in only a few minutes they had left the house. They walked, of course, having gone out the back door. They wanted the servants to believe that they were still in the house, because even they Jack and Anne couldn't trust. They walked through the dirt alleys and cobblestone streets, occasionally passing vendors selling everything, ranging from food to bronze elephant statuettes, and wenches hitching up their skirts, trying to get passing coaches to stop. Anne shook her head at them. Jack even watched in amusement as she walked right up to a whore and her pimp, tapped the girl on the shoulder, and said that her moaning was quite annoying and unneccessary.
"I don't know if ye should have done that, love," Jack said as they continued on their way.
"It was true! That lass needs drama classes, if you ask me," Anne replied. Finally they saw a shop that said "Blacksmith" on a sign on the door. They went inside and found a man making a horseshoe.
"Excuse me?" Jack asked. The blacksmith didn't seem to notice him, and kept pounding at the horseshoe. "Excuse me?!" Anne stepped up beside Jack.
"EXCUSE ME???!!!!" she shouted. The man stopped pounding and looked up at them, startled.
"Beggin' yer pardon, gentlemen, I didn't hear ye," he said. Good, he thinks Anne is a boy, thought Jack.
"Yes, uh... I need to have a cutlass made for my friend here. A really nice one," Jack said. The blacksmith frowned and wiped his grease-stained hands on a towel.
"I'm sorry, sir, but I ain't makin' no more swords today," he said. Jack pulled out a pouch of gold coins from his pocket, dangling it between his fingers.
He said, his gold teeth gleaming in the moonlight coming through the window, "I can pay you quite... handsomely."
The blacksmith stared at the pouch, and by the look in his eyes, he was contemplating whether or not to accept Jack's offer.
"Alright, I'll make one for ye. It'll take a while, so come back later." Jack clapped his palms together and bowed slightly to the man, and then he and Anne left the shop.
"Money can get you anything, love, remember that," he said happily.
"I certainly shall."
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A/N: Sorry for the shortness of chapters, but I really want to make sure I leave off in a good place. How bout a proposition for YOU, O great reader! See that button right there, the one that says "Submit Review?" Yeah? Well I think you know what to do... *wink* *wink wink* Now, I'm off to go take my step-dad's "Super-special-no-touching-or-you're-dead-gotta-have-this stash of Budweiser from the clutches of my Sparrow Muse. I swear, he's a completely hopeless alchoholic!
Jack: Nooo, not the beer! My beer! mine!
Me: Jack, give it to me...
Jack: No! You can't have it! *clutches case protectively*
Me: Don't make me have to use this... *pulls out a can of Bud-LIGHT
Jack: Ahhhh! Not good, not good, please, not the LOW-CALORY kind!
Now, while I try to coax the beer off of him, go review! Next chapter will be up as soon as I find inspiration... Not like my "muse" is being a very good help...