Disclaimer: I learned in Practical Arts (dumbest class ever) that Walt Disney had a learning disorder. My teacher said that if he had given up at school, we wouldn't Disneyland, or "Beauty and the Beast", or "Pirates of the Caribbean", or.... "Pirates of the Caribbean!!!" *sniff* I think she was just trying to get us to stay in school, but what a TRAGEDY that would have been! Thank you, Mr. Spirit-of-Walt-Disney for being a good boy and staying in school! But I'm still mad at your stupid company for not letting me have Jack! Or.... any of the other characters...
A/N: I saw on the TV-GUIDE channel that POTC won some kind of best movie award thing. Yay!!!
I realize I'm keeping you all waiting. Go on, read! And see, you got a free history lesson! BTW, picture this song through Jack's mind.
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Chapter Six: Sail Away
'Let me sail, let me sail, let me Orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli,
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
From Bissau to Palau- in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali- far beneath the Coral Sea.
From the North to the South, from Ebudae unto Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the Island of the Moon,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, we can sail...
We can steer, we can near with Jack Sparrow at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye Will and his dependencies
We can sail, we can sail...'
--"Orinoco Flow" with *minor* changes by me
"This is it, love. The Black Pearl," Jack announced proudly as the reached the ship. Its wooden body gleamed and the new white sails flapped gently in the wind.
"Ho! It's the Captain! Drop down a rope!" came a voice from above. Anne pushed her hat lower over her face and tried to look as male as possible.
"After you," Jack whispered, and winked. Anne took hold of the rope and started the climb. Jack followed suit and soon the two of them were on deck, facing the befuddled crew.
"Who's that you got there, Jack?" asked Gibbs, looking at Anne. She tried hard not to blush, and ignored the sudden urge to vomit from the smell of the men. Jack threw an arm around her shoulder.
"This here's our new cabin boy. Uh.... Weatherby!" he said brightly. Anne turned to him. "Weatherby?!" she mouthed. Jack grinned, remembering that it was the name of Governor Swann. Strange how that was the first one that popped into his head.
"A cabin boy, eh? You, Weatherby, had any experience?" Gibbs said.
"I can work hard," she replied, in her best male voice. Gibbs nodded, still suspicious, but decided that if Jack brought the boy on board, he must have had a reason to do so. At least he hadn't brought another bloody woman.
Oh, how wrong he was.
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"Alright, lad, this is how you reef a sail." Jack stood balancing on the main topmast yard, holding an edge of the sheet. Anne stood across from him, clutching the wood of the mass and digging her shoe into the footrope. It was her second day, and she thought a better reward for going aboard would have been to scrub the deck. She tried not to look down at how high they were. She was a brave and fearless person on the ground, but she was the scarediest cat of them all in the air. She was only partly watching when Jack wrapped one of the cables around the canvas, tying it tightly to the mast, because the main part of her mind was trying not to get sick from the height. "Weatherby?" Jack asked, drawing at the name. Anne gritted her teeth and copied what he had done. The Captain nodded and looked down at Gibbs.
"Oi! Gibbs, we got us here a natural!" he shouted. He turned back to Anne and grinned.
"Why thank you, Captain," she said sarcastically. Jack began to climb down, stealthily as a monkey.
"You're welcome." She glared after him, even though he couldn't see her. Bloody pirate, she thought. She grasped the footrope and slowly began the long descent, staring carefully at her feet and trying not to focus on the deck a hundred feet below. When she finally did reach the bottom she sighed in relief. Jack clapped her on the back, gave her another wink, and went to the helm. Some captains had their mates steer the wheel, but not Captain Jack Sparrow. No, he was too much in love with his ship to trust her to the hands of any other man. He had told her that the day before.
'Lay one hand on me ship's helm and I'll kill you, savvy?' he had said. She had replied with a snort. 'I swear on my life, mate. I'm not fooling.'
Anne suddenly jumped as a hand was lain on her shoulder. She turned around to see Gibbs.
"My apologies for startlin' ye, lad," he replied. She nodded and glanced back to Jack, who was studying his compass.
"The Captain really loves his ship," she mused. Gibbs nodded.
"Aye, he used an entire bottle of good rum scrubbing it. The only thing he'd waste his rum on, I'm sure. Ye see, Weatherby, Jack Sparrow's got three loves: the Black Pearl, the open sea, and rum. His heart's as free as the gulls that fly overhead, can't be tamed by no woman. Sure, he has his fun once in a while, but, truth is, he knows he can never give up this life for a lass. You mark my words, lad, when that scoundrel Barbossa dropped him on a beach and sailed away with the Black Pearl, well, let's just say yer lucky you weren't marooned with him." Anne nodded, and Gibbs went on. "Spent ten years searchin', ten years planning revenge on the man who stole his love. I guess the thought kept him more or less sane." More or less, thought Anne. I'd vouch on less.
"And about that compass..." she started. Gibbs chuckled heartily and clapped her on the back.
"Ask no more of ol' Joshaemee today, lad."
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A/N: I really needed to explain about Jack. I just read this beautiful Fanfiction that nearly brought me to tears. "Wait For No Man," it's called. Read it! I order you! So I've been feeling in a "dramatic" mood, especially when listening to my "The Memory of Trees" Enya CD. I have two, the start of my collection. I think I'll add a little more mush, just for the sake of it...
A/N: I saw on the TV-GUIDE channel that POTC won some kind of best movie award thing. Yay!!!
I realize I'm keeping you all waiting. Go on, read! And see, you got a free history lesson! BTW, picture this song through Jack's mind.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Six: Sail Away
'Let me sail, let me sail, let me Orinoco flow,
Let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli,
Let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
Let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.
From Bissau to Palau- in the shade of Avalon,
From Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
From Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
From Bali to Cali- far beneath the Coral Sea.
From the North to the South, from Ebudae unto Khartoum,
From the deep sea of Clouds to the Island of the Moon,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
Carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, we can sail...
We can steer, we can near with Jack Sparrow at the wheel,
We can sigh, say goodbye Will and his dependencies
We can sail, we can sail...'
--"Orinoco Flow" with *minor* changes by me
"This is it, love. The Black Pearl," Jack announced proudly as the reached the ship. Its wooden body gleamed and the new white sails flapped gently in the wind.
"Ho! It's the Captain! Drop down a rope!" came a voice from above. Anne pushed her hat lower over her face and tried to look as male as possible.
"After you," Jack whispered, and winked. Anne took hold of the rope and started the climb. Jack followed suit and soon the two of them were on deck, facing the befuddled crew.
"Who's that you got there, Jack?" asked Gibbs, looking at Anne. She tried hard not to blush, and ignored the sudden urge to vomit from the smell of the men. Jack threw an arm around her shoulder.
"This here's our new cabin boy. Uh.... Weatherby!" he said brightly. Anne turned to him. "Weatherby?!" she mouthed. Jack grinned, remembering that it was the name of Governor Swann. Strange how that was the first one that popped into his head.
"A cabin boy, eh? You, Weatherby, had any experience?" Gibbs said.
"I can work hard," she replied, in her best male voice. Gibbs nodded, still suspicious, but decided that if Jack brought the boy on board, he must have had a reason to do so. At least he hadn't brought another bloody woman.
Oh, how wrong he was.
~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Alright, lad, this is how you reef a sail." Jack stood balancing on the main topmast yard, holding an edge of the sheet. Anne stood across from him, clutching the wood of the mass and digging her shoe into the footrope. It was her second day, and she thought a better reward for going aboard would have been to scrub the deck. She tried not to look down at how high they were. She was a brave and fearless person on the ground, but she was the scarediest cat of them all in the air. She was only partly watching when Jack wrapped one of the cables around the canvas, tying it tightly to the mast, because the main part of her mind was trying not to get sick from the height. "Weatherby?" Jack asked, drawing at the name. Anne gritted her teeth and copied what he had done. The Captain nodded and looked down at Gibbs.
"Oi! Gibbs, we got us here a natural!" he shouted. He turned back to Anne and grinned.
"Why thank you, Captain," she said sarcastically. Jack began to climb down, stealthily as a monkey.
"You're welcome." She glared after him, even though he couldn't see her. Bloody pirate, she thought. She grasped the footrope and slowly began the long descent, staring carefully at her feet and trying not to focus on the deck a hundred feet below. When she finally did reach the bottom she sighed in relief. Jack clapped her on the back, gave her another wink, and went to the helm. Some captains had their mates steer the wheel, but not Captain Jack Sparrow. No, he was too much in love with his ship to trust her to the hands of any other man. He had told her that the day before.
'Lay one hand on me ship's helm and I'll kill you, savvy?' he had said. She had replied with a snort. 'I swear on my life, mate. I'm not fooling.'
Anne suddenly jumped as a hand was lain on her shoulder. She turned around to see Gibbs.
"My apologies for startlin' ye, lad," he replied. She nodded and glanced back to Jack, who was studying his compass.
"The Captain really loves his ship," she mused. Gibbs nodded.
"Aye, he used an entire bottle of good rum scrubbing it. The only thing he'd waste his rum on, I'm sure. Ye see, Weatherby, Jack Sparrow's got three loves: the Black Pearl, the open sea, and rum. His heart's as free as the gulls that fly overhead, can't be tamed by no woman. Sure, he has his fun once in a while, but, truth is, he knows he can never give up this life for a lass. You mark my words, lad, when that scoundrel Barbossa dropped him on a beach and sailed away with the Black Pearl, well, let's just say yer lucky you weren't marooned with him." Anne nodded, and Gibbs went on. "Spent ten years searchin', ten years planning revenge on the man who stole his love. I guess the thought kept him more or less sane." More or less, thought Anne. I'd vouch on less.
"And about that compass..." she started. Gibbs chuckled heartily and clapped her on the back.
"Ask no more of ol' Joshaemee today, lad."
~*~*~*~*~*
A/N: I really needed to explain about Jack. I just read this beautiful Fanfiction that nearly brought me to tears. "Wait For No Man," it's called. Read it! I order you! So I've been feeling in a "dramatic" mood, especially when listening to my "The Memory of Trees" Enya CD. I have two, the start of my collection. I think I'll add a little more mush, just for the sake of it...