Disclaimer: Still the same (sigh) I still don't own Johnny Depp.
Summary: Gallagher still doing her duty by really putting Jack Sparrow in his place.
Author's Note: Well here is Chapter Two! Please review if you want and tell me if I went out of character. Well my fellow chums, please enjoy!
Arrgh, me mateys,
PineAppleLint----------------------------------
I walked out of the prison fifteen minutes later, wiping my bloody dagger on my pants, trying to clean it off, two swords dangling from my belt. Jack had forgotten his and it was mine now. It was a rather beautiful sword, with a golden handle and a fine silver blade. A sparrow design was intricately welded into the handle. Ah, poor Sparrow, I thought with a grin, without any weaponry. What a fool he was. My sword was very plain, yet was a fine weapon. Except in my struggle to escape, the blade had chipped. I needed a blacksmith's expertise before I left Port Royale. I walked down the streets, singing softly to myself, noticing that the men and women were staring at me wearily, not wanting a pirate walking their streets. A blacksmithery was up ahead and I stepped inside, closing the wooden door behind me. A young man was busy working on a sword, sparks flying everywhere as he melded and shaped the metal. His head shot up, finally catching sight of me.
"May I help you, miss?" he asked, dropping his tools and wiping his hands on his pants to clean them. Dirt smudged his face, and he greeted me with warmth and compassion.
"My sword is chipped, and I need it repaired by tonight," I replied. He stepped up to me and stuck out his hand. I took it reluctantly, and we shook hands firmly.
"What is your name?" he said.
"Gallagher," I informed.
"Only one name?" he teased.
"The only name I shall give you," I shot back.
"You have two swords," he said with a nod, "May I see them?"
"If you are so inclined to see them, then yes," I said, shrugging, tossing them both to him, hilt first. He grabbed both and examined them. He set Jack's down and looked at mine first.
"Strong silver," he murmured, "Yes, it shall be easy enough to fix." Then he picked up Jack's and studied it. His face suddenly grew dark and he frowned, running his fingers over the handle. "Where did you get this?" he asked.
"From someone," I said, "Borrowing is not a crime." He glared at me and I said, "All right, I stole it."
"From Captain Jack Sparrow?" he asked.
"Actually, yes. Now how did you know that?"
"I made him this sword," he said angrily, "Because he is a great friend of mine." Uh oh.
I asked defiantly, "What is your name?"
"Will Turner," he said with rage, "Son of Bootstrap Bill."
"You are his son?" I said with disbelief, "Why aren't you roaming the seas? You are a miserable excuse of a pirate's son." I grabbed my sword and he swung Jack's at me. Our swords clashed and our eyes met, flashing with warning. "Threaten me again and I'll cut your throat," I said, narrowing my eyes at Will.
"Unless I put this sword through your heart, first," he retaliated. Our swords flew again, clashing and sparking. "Did you kill him?" Will questioned with gritted teeth, blocking the slash of my sword.
"What do you think?" I said sweetly, leaving the question unanswered. Will let out a grunt of frustration and lunged at me again. I took the opportunity while he was blinded by anger and grabbed him by the shoulder and kicked him against the door, then took Jack's sword and rammed it into his leather overcoat. I stepped away, smiling idiotically as I watched Will struggle. The leather was tough and wouldn't tear, and the sword was embedded into the door firmly. It wouldn't budge and had Will Turner pinned to the door.
"This isn't the last time I shall be seeing you, Gallagher!" he threatened, "Mark my words!"
"Someone shall find you and save you soon," I said with the grin still plastered onto my face, "Just hang in there."
I headed to the nearest tavern for a drink. Right when I walked in I was greeted with the sounds of roughhousing, laughter and the clinking of mugs. I sat down, got comfortable, and motioned for the bartender to bring me a mug. I scanned the room, which was filled with a rough crowd. Pirates, drunken gentlemen, and whores. I mentally groaned when I found Jack Sparrow sitting across the room, downing rum like it was water, looking pleased with the redhead whore in his lap. The bartender brought me a mug of rum and I took a sip, enjoying the warmth it gave me as it slid down. Then I stood up and walked over to Jack's table.
Walking up to Jack, I tapped his whore on the shoulder. She looked over to me and said nastily, "Get your own man!"
"Um, sorry to interrupt, lassie, but I thought you would like to know he has a nasty rash." Her face scrunched up in disgust and she leapt off of his lap. Jack said angrily,
"'Ey! What did you do that fer?"
I got a chair and straddled it, clinking my mug down and said, "I wanted to tell you that I found your sword."
"All right, give it to me," he said, downing more rum.
"I don't have it," I said with a smile.
"What do ye mean, ye don' have it?" he asked, bewildered, "Where the 'ell is it, then?"
"It's with Will Turner," I said, grinning mysteriously. I downed my rum in one gulp then stood up, winked at Jack, tossed a few shillings to the bartender and headed out as silently as I had come.
Of course, I was planning on making a mysterious exit, but of course Jack managed to mess up that, also. He came barreling after me and right as I walked confidently outside, he grabbed me by the arm and held his pistol to my throat. I stared him straight into the eyes and said calmly, "Oh, so we are through with manners, are we, Jack? This isn't the way to treat a lady."
"Ya are no lady, Gallagher," he replied, "I assure ya."
"Perhaps its true," I sighed, "But get your bloody pistol off a' me."
"What did ya do to Will?" he asked, getting to the point.
"Go and find out," I suggested.
He shook his head angrily and proclaimed, "We are goin' together, you and I. Then when I see what you've done, I'll know exactly what to do with ye."
Summary: Gallagher still doing her duty by really putting Jack Sparrow in his place.
Author's Note: Well here is Chapter Two! Please review if you want and tell me if I went out of character. Well my fellow chums, please enjoy!
Arrgh, me mateys,
PineAppleLint----------------------------------
I walked out of the prison fifteen minutes later, wiping my bloody dagger on my pants, trying to clean it off, two swords dangling from my belt. Jack had forgotten his and it was mine now. It was a rather beautiful sword, with a golden handle and a fine silver blade. A sparrow design was intricately welded into the handle. Ah, poor Sparrow, I thought with a grin, without any weaponry. What a fool he was. My sword was very plain, yet was a fine weapon. Except in my struggle to escape, the blade had chipped. I needed a blacksmith's expertise before I left Port Royale. I walked down the streets, singing softly to myself, noticing that the men and women were staring at me wearily, not wanting a pirate walking their streets. A blacksmithery was up ahead and I stepped inside, closing the wooden door behind me. A young man was busy working on a sword, sparks flying everywhere as he melded and shaped the metal. His head shot up, finally catching sight of me.
"May I help you, miss?" he asked, dropping his tools and wiping his hands on his pants to clean them. Dirt smudged his face, and he greeted me with warmth and compassion.
"My sword is chipped, and I need it repaired by tonight," I replied. He stepped up to me and stuck out his hand. I took it reluctantly, and we shook hands firmly.
"What is your name?" he said.
"Gallagher," I informed.
"Only one name?" he teased.
"The only name I shall give you," I shot back.
"You have two swords," he said with a nod, "May I see them?"
"If you are so inclined to see them, then yes," I said, shrugging, tossing them both to him, hilt first. He grabbed both and examined them. He set Jack's down and looked at mine first.
"Strong silver," he murmured, "Yes, it shall be easy enough to fix." Then he picked up Jack's and studied it. His face suddenly grew dark and he frowned, running his fingers over the handle. "Where did you get this?" he asked.
"From someone," I said, "Borrowing is not a crime." He glared at me and I said, "All right, I stole it."
"From Captain Jack Sparrow?" he asked.
"Actually, yes. Now how did you know that?"
"I made him this sword," he said angrily, "Because he is a great friend of mine." Uh oh.
I asked defiantly, "What is your name?"
"Will Turner," he said with rage, "Son of Bootstrap Bill."
"You are his son?" I said with disbelief, "Why aren't you roaming the seas? You are a miserable excuse of a pirate's son." I grabbed my sword and he swung Jack's at me. Our swords clashed and our eyes met, flashing with warning. "Threaten me again and I'll cut your throat," I said, narrowing my eyes at Will.
"Unless I put this sword through your heart, first," he retaliated. Our swords flew again, clashing and sparking. "Did you kill him?" Will questioned with gritted teeth, blocking the slash of my sword.
"What do you think?" I said sweetly, leaving the question unanswered. Will let out a grunt of frustration and lunged at me again. I took the opportunity while he was blinded by anger and grabbed him by the shoulder and kicked him against the door, then took Jack's sword and rammed it into his leather overcoat. I stepped away, smiling idiotically as I watched Will struggle. The leather was tough and wouldn't tear, and the sword was embedded into the door firmly. It wouldn't budge and had Will Turner pinned to the door.
"This isn't the last time I shall be seeing you, Gallagher!" he threatened, "Mark my words!"
"Someone shall find you and save you soon," I said with the grin still plastered onto my face, "Just hang in there."
I headed to the nearest tavern for a drink. Right when I walked in I was greeted with the sounds of roughhousing, laughter and the clinking of mugs. I sat down, got comfortable, and motioned for the bartender to bring me a mug. I scanned the room, which was filled with a rough crowd. Pirates, drunken gentlemen, and whores. I mentally groaned when I found Jack Sparrow sitting across the room, downing rum like it was water, looking pleased with the redhead whore in his lap. The bartender brought me a mug of rum and I took a sip, enjoying the warmth it gave me as it slid down. Then I stood up and walked over to Jack's table.
Walking up to Jack, I tapped his whore on the shoulder. She looked over to me and said nastily, "Get your own man!"
"Um, sorry to interrupt, lassie, but I thought you would like to know he has a nasty rash." Her face scrunched up in disgust and she leapt off of his lap. Jack said angrily,
"'Ey! What did you do that fer?"
I got a chair and straddled it, clinking my mug down and said, "I wanted to tell you that I found your sword."
"All right, give it to me," he said, downing more rum.
"I don't have it," I said with a smile.
"What do ye mean, ye don' have it?" he asked, bewildered, "Where the 'ell is it, then?"
"It's with Will Turner," I said, grinning mysteriously. I downed my rum in one gulp then stood up, winked at Jack, tossed a few shillings to the bartender and headed out as silently as I had come.
Of course, I was planning on making a mysterious exit, but of course Jack managed to mess up that, also. He came barreling after me and right as I walked confidently outside, he grabbed me by the arm and held his pistol to my throat. I stared him straight into the eyes and said calmly, "Oh, so we are through with manners, are we, Jack? This isn't the way to treat a lady."
"Ya are no lady, Gallagher," he replied, "I assure ya."
"Perhaps its true," I sighed, "But get your bloody pistol off a' me."
"What did ya do to Will?" he asked, getting to the point.
"Go and find out," I suggested.
He shook his head angrily and proclaimed, "We are goin' together, you and I. Then when I see what you've done, I'll know exactly what to do with ye."