Thank you for my pretty reviews!! . Makes all that finger crapping up
loading seem worthwhile!
Yes, I did up load it all at once, because I wasn't sure whether I was
going to write anymore, and I KNOW, Ana-Marie and Jack are the best couple
in the world!
Here are two more chapters, one that is kind of fluffy but deals with my
obsession everything Jack Sparrowish.
And, I'm getting to the plot, which is where Jack Does A Very Bad Thing and
steals Ana-Marie's boat, (which I'd love to say Jack didn't do, because how
could he do that kind of a thing? To Ana-Maire!)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but would one day like to get sucked into a time
portal so I can become the ultimate Mary-Sue and follow Jack Sparrow
around. Muahaha.
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Jack Sparrow, as he now was known as, joined the crew, at its lowest ranking. Which generally meant he scrubbed the deck and tied knots. If he thought he was going to receive any perks by sharing a bed with the captain, he was sadly deceived.
The other pirates failed to notice the fact the Jack didn't seem to actually have a bunk, rather just appeared in the mornings and disappeared at nights. Any who guessed the truth wisely kept their mouths shut.
Six days, and six nights, Jack and Ana-Marie shared a bed.
And then there was Tortugua.
They berthed at dawn, the first rays of light kissing the harbour. The booze soddened drunks and prostitutes were all making there way home, and the common folk who ran the bakeries and shops of Tortugua emerged.
As unseemly as Tortugua was by night, the fires and the weapon- brandishing-pirates disappeared during the day, quenched and exhausted, tumbling into rotten sheets and welcoming arms. Housemaids and apprentices appeared, each with their own perfectly legal agendas.
And that's when Sparrow received his punishment for being a stowaway.
Ana-Marie came on deck as they berthed. The rest of the pirates were lowering the sails, or loitering around playing dice. A few, like Barl and Turner, who knew of Ana-Marie's games gave Jack a smug grin.
"Sparrow?"
"Captain." Jack looked up from his duties, to meet the gaze of just about the whole crew.
"Do you know what happens to pirates when they get court by merchants? You see," Ana-Marie explained. "Navy officers hang them, but merchants they're more creative." She grinned mercilessly.
"Merchants, they brand them. Show'im you're branding Barl." Ana-Marie ordered. Barl rolled up his sleeve, to display a darkening P on his arm. Jack shot Ana-Marie a questioning glance.
"Is very pretty." He muttered, not knowing what to say.
"Well, we have a policy on this ship that's something similar for stowaways. It's called a tattoo. You know what they are?"
"Ow. I can't believe you made me get a tattoo." Sparrow said later when the two of them were alone
Most of the pirates had hung around just long enough to watch the tattooist come aboard, and Ana-Marie pick out the design of the sparrow she wanted. A few had lingered so they could watch Jack squirm. Now they were nearly all gone, to buy or steal necessities or visit wives before the brothels and bars opened. Only Barl, Carlos and Turner remained on deck, playing dice.
Ana-Marie rolled over in the sheet, examining the blue tattoo on Sparrow's arm.
"Oh you big baby, its not that bad. Come on, I had to do something to you. Otherwise everyone would want to know why I didn't make you walk the plank."
"Bloody woman. Oh no, Jack it won't hurt at all. Hey, why don't I get all the pirates to hang around and watch Jack cry? Was bloody traumatic!" He fumed. Ana-Marie rolled her eye.
"Come on, it makes you look my pirate-y." She paused, examining him critically. "Maybe you should grow a beard."
"You think?" He reflected. "Make me look older."
"Um, yeah, and I could plait it for you." Ana-Marie giggled.
"There will be no plaiting." He said. "Well, maybe.no. No plaiting."
"I'll make you come around." She promised.
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Jack Sparrow, as he now was known as, joined the crew, at its lowest ranking. Which generally meant he scrubbed the deck and tied knots. If he thought he was going to receive any perks by sharing a bed with the captain, he was sadly deceived.
The other pirates failed to notice the fact the Jack didn't seem to actually have a bunk, rather just appeared in the mornings and disappeared at nights. Any who guessed the truth wisely kept their mouths shut.
Six days, and six nights, Jack and Ana-Marie shared a bed.
And then there was Tortugua.
They berthed at dawn, the first rays of light kissing the harbour. The booze soddened drunks and prostitutes were all making there way home, and the common folk who ran the bakeries and shops of Tortugua emerged.
As unseemly as Tortugua was by night, the fires and the weapon- brandishing-pirates disappeared during the day, quenched and exhausted, tumbling into rotten sheets and welcoming arms. Housemaids and apprentices appeared, each with their own perfectly legal agendas.
And that's when Sparrow received his punishment for being a stowaway.
Ana-Marie came on deck as they berthed. The rest of the pirates were lowering the sails, or loitering around playing dice. A few, like Barl and Turner, who knew of Ana-Marie's games gave Jack a smug grin.
"Sparrow?"
"Captain." Jack looked up from his duties, to meet the gaze of just about the whole crew.
"Do you know what happens to pirates when they get court by merchants? You see," Ana-Marie explained. "Navy officers hang them, but merchants they're more creative." She grinned mercilessly.
"Merchants, they brand them. Show'im you're branding Barl." Ana-Marie ordered. Barl rolled up his sleeve, to display a darkening P on his arm. Jack shot Ana-Marie a questioning glance.
"Is very pretty." He muttered, not knowing what to say.
"Well, we have a policy on this ship that's something similar for stowaways. It's called a tattoo. You know what they are?"
"Ow. I can't believe you made me get a tattoo." Sparrow said later when the two of them were alone
Most of the pirates had hung around just long enough to watch the tattooist come aboard, and Ana-Marie pick out the design of the sparrow she wanted. A few had lingered so they could watch Jack squirm. Now they were nearly all gone, to buy or steal necessities or visit wives before the brothels and bars opened. Only Barl, Carlos and Turner remained on deck, playing dice.
Ana-Marie rolled over in the sheet, examining the blue tattoo on Sparrow's arm.
"Oh you big baby, its not that bad. Come on, I had to do something to you. Otherwise everyone would want to know why I didn't make you walk the plank."
"Bloody woman. Oh no, Jack it won't hurt at all. Hey, why don't I get all the pirates to hang around and watch Jack cry? Was bloody traumatic!" He fumed. Ana-Marie rolled her eye.
"Come on, it makes you look my pirate-y." She paused, examining him critically. "Maybe you should grow a beard."
"You think?" He reflected. "Make me look older."
"Um, yeah, and I could plait it for you." Ana-Marie giggled.
"There will be no plaiting." He said. "Well, maybe.no. No plaiting."
"I'll make you come around." She promised.
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