Disclaimer: Disney didn't let me own anything. Ah, well.
Author's Note: Jeez, it is a lot of fun writing this story! Pirates of the Caribbean is definite story material. Well I would also like to thank Candypinkgirl for being my first reviewer. Thank you! It's so nice to see people reading ( Well here is chapter four. Enjoy mateys!
Yo ho ho and really bad eggs,
PineAppleLint------- ---------------------------
I awoke early on a thin blanket near the table. I heard movement in the bedroom and knew they were getting ready to leave also. I glanced up to find Jack already dressed and looking down at me. "Time to go, Gallagher. Ya best be getting ready."
We ran onto the Pearl, and the crew was already at work. "Time to go, mates!" Jack bellowed, "You've had enough time to relax! Now let's get movin'!"
"Aye, aye, captain!" I shouted and mocked a salute, then started hoisting the sails.
Jack turned to Will and said quietly, "We will be needin' to keep a sharp eye on Gallagher. I don't want any funny business from the lass."
"I heard that," I called, grinning as I watched the sail fly high. Jack and Will looked at each other as if to say why do we put up with her?
Night had fallen and my joints ached. I had spent all day hoisting sails, wiping down the deck, and cleaning the side of the ship. I had to hang from a rope and scrape off barnacles with my fine dagger. I had stayed quiet most of the time because Jack had given me these duties. I knew he was trying to push me into wanting to leave, but I was going to have the last laugh. Elizabeth had sat there on deck, mending clothes and watching the crew work. I didn't envy her. She was a snob by birth and would always be one. Let her do her girlish duties. I was going to do everything in my power to fit in on the Black Pearl. Adrenaline was still racing through my veins and I could not fall asleep, so I walked back up to the deck while everyone was drifting off to their own dreams. It was deserted except for Sparrow, who was sitting at the wheel and staring at his compass. His long brown hair was flapping in the wind as he studied his charts. I found his chamber door open, so I snuck inside, wanting to take a peek at the famous Captain Jack's quarters. It was dimly lit. A mahogany bed with clean white sheets stood near the far wall, and a desk to match it was across the room with maps and papers littered all over it. The chair was pulled out and the candle lit, as if he had been sitting there a moment ago. A small noise made me jump and I bumped the table, knocking the candle to the ground with a loud thump and the flame flickered out. It was a rat scurrying across the floor. I smiled and watched the beady eyes look up at me in the darkness. The creatures didn't scare me. Sometimes I had been locked into a prison for months at a time that was swarming with rats. Only a bit of moonlight through the window gave the room an eerie glow. The door creaked open and I saw Jack come in, his pistol aimed and ready.
I stepped out into the light and he growled, "What are you doin' in me chambers, Gallagher?"
"Being nosy," I shot back, "Perhaps examining your maps."
"You 'ave no right to be goin' through me maps," he said, eyes flashing, stepping towards me with his pistol.
"Calm down, Jack," I suggested, "There need no be any shooting people."
"And what, Gallagher, do you suggest I do otherwise? I've wanted to pull the trigger on you ever since I've met you, and it's about time you respect your Captain. Savvy?"
I stepped up to his face and said, staring straight into his eyes, "Then shoot me." I lifted my hands up like I was allowing him a free shot. Sparrow sighed and placed the pistol back in his belt.
"I knew you liked me," I said, grinning.
He said angrily, "Good night, Gallagher. It's about time ya find your way out."
I curtsied with a smile and said, "Sweet dreams, o' courageous captain of mine." He grumbled something like "hellcat" and slammed the door in my face.
That morning I felt a bit guilty about giving him a hard time, well, not really, but I decided to do something good for a change. I fixed him some grits and brought it into his room. He was still in bed when I came in. He was lying on his back in the bed, the sheets covering his lower torso and leaving his bare chest in plain sight. He awoke at the sound of the door creaking open and glared at me.
"What do ya want?" he asked, eyes narrowed, sitting up in bed.
"I decided to bring a poor scallywag his breakfast," I retaliated.
"Set it on the desk and get the 'ell out," he ordered.
"Bastard," I muttered and slammed it down on the desk, some of the grits flying onto his maps.
"Dammit, woman!" he shouted, "Be careful of the goods! How dare you talk t' ya captain that way? From now on I want some respect from ya. Savvy?"
I gritted my teeth in anger. "Savvy this!" I growled and grabbing the bowl, spilled the steaming contents into his lap. He howled in anger and pain and I grinned at the ridiculous sight. When he finally caught my gaze, he stared at me with such rage and shouted out a string of such vile curses, I decided it was best to haul my arse out of there as quickly as I could.
I was busy mopping the deck when he barreled out of his quarters, dressed and ready to navigate the Black Pearl. He stormed out on deck and began bellowing orders. "Hoist the sails! We are goin' to be at Tortuga by nightfall, mates! Let's hurry it up a bit, you scabber's dogs!" I watched as he moseyed over to Will in that way he walked, which was like he was drunk, with his hands flailing about and his swaggering step. I saw them having a heated discussion and with a couple of quick glances my way, I knew it was about me. I sighed with a smile and began to mop again.
I strained to listen and heard a little of their conversation: "She.doesn't deserve.wench.grits." and Will, grinning, replied, "Worked hard.watched?.met your match." and to that Jack huffed a reply and stormed off as mad as he had come. He caught sight of me watching and walked over to me, saying loudly, "Gallagher, get BACK TO WORK!" He suddenly slipped on the soapy water I mopped with and fell flat on his back.
He glared at me and I said, "Aye, aye captain. Oh, and make sure to watch your step."
Author's Note: Jeez, it is a lot of fun writing this story! Pirates of the Caribbean is definite story material. Well I would also like to thank Candypinkgirl for being my first reviewer. Thank you! It's so nice to see people reading ( Well here is chapter four. Enjoy mateys!
Yo ho ho and really bad eggs,
PineAppleLint------- ---------------------------
I awoke early on a thin blanket near the table. I heard movement in the bedroom and knew they were getting ready to leave also. I glanced up to find Jack already dressed and looking down at me. "Time to go, Gallagher. Ya best be getting ready."
We ran onto the Pearl, and the crew was already at work. "Time to go, mates!" Jack bellowed, "You've had enough time to relax! Now let's get movin'!"
"Aye, aye, captain!" I shouted and mocked a salute, then started hoisting the sails.
Jack turned to Will and said quietly, "We will be needin' to keep a sharp eye on Gallagher. I don't want any funny business from the lass."
"I heard that," I called, grinning as I watched the sail fly high. Jack and Will looked at each other as if to say why do we put up with her?
Night had fallen and my joints ached. I had spent all day hoisting sails, wiping down the deck, and cleaning the side of the ship. I had to hang from a rope and scrape off barnacles with my fine dagger. I had stayed quiet most of the time because Jack had given me these duties. I knew he was trying to push me into wanting to leave, but I was going to have the last laugh. Elizabeth had sat there on deck, mending clothes and watching the crew work. I didn't envy her. She was a snob by birth and would always be one. Let her do her girlish duties. I was going to do everything in my power to fit in on the Black Pearl. Adrenaline was still racing through my veins and I could not fall asleep, so I walked back up to the deck while everyone was drifting off to their own dreams. It was deserted except for Sparrow, who was sitting at the wheel and staring at his compass. His long brown hair was flapping in the wind as he studied his charts. I found his chamber door open, so I snuck inside, wanting to take a peek at the famous Captain Jack's quarters. It was dimly lit. A mahogany bed with clean white sheets stood near the far wall, and a desk to match it was across the room with maps and papers littered all over it. The chair was pulled out and the candle lit, as if he had been sitting there a moment ago. A small noise made me jump and I bumped the table, knocking the candle to the ground with a loud thump and the flame flickered out. It was a rat scurrying across the floor. I smiled and watched the beady eyes look up at me in the darkness. The creatures didn't scare me. Sometimes I had been locked into a prison for months at a time that was swarming with rats. Only a bit of moonlight through the window gave the room an eerie glow. The door creaked open and I saw Jack come in, his pistol aimed and ready.
I stepped out into the light and he growled, "What are you doin' in me chambers, Gallagher?"
"Being nosy," I shot back, "Perhaps examining your maps."
"You 'ave no right to be goin' through me maps," he said, eyes flashing, stepping towards me with his pistol.
"Calm down, Jack," I suggested, "There need no be any shooting people."
"And what, Gallagher, do you suggest I do otherwise? I've wanted to pull the trigger on you ever since I've met you, and it's about time you respect your Captain. Savvy?"
I stepped up to his face and said, staring straight into his eyes, "Then shoot me." I lifted my hands up like I was allowing him a free shot. Sparrow sighed and placed the pistol back in his belt.
"I knew you liked me," I said, grinning.
He said angrily, "Good night, Gallagher. It's about time ya find your way out."
I curtsied with a smile and said, "Sweet dreams, o' courageous captain of mine." He grumbled something like "hellcat" and slammed the door in my face.
That morning I felt a bit guilty about giving him a hard time, well, not really, but I decided to do something good for a change. I fixed him some grits and brought it into his room. He was still in bed when I came in. He was lying on his back in the bed, the sheets covering his lower torso and leaving his bare chest in plain sight. He awoke at the sound of the door creaking open and glared at me.
"What do ya want?" he asked, eyes narrowed, sitting up in bed.
"I decided to bring a poor scallywag his breakfast," I retaliated.
"Set it on the desk and get the 'ell out," he ordered.
"Bastard," I muttered and slammed it down on the desk, some of the grits flying onto his maps.
"Dammit, woman!" he shouted, "Be careful of the goods! How dare you talk t' ya captain that way? From now on I want some respect from ya. Savvy?"
I gritted my teeth in anger. "Savvy this!" I growled and grabbing the bowl, spilled the steaming contents into his lap. He howled in anger and pain and I grinned at the ridiculous sight. When he finally caught my gaze, he stared at me with such rage and shouted out a string of such vile curses, I decided it was best to haul my arse out of there as quickly as I could.
I was busy mopping the deck when he barreled out of his quarters, dressed and ready to navigate the Black Pearl. He stormed out on deck and began bellowing orders. "Hoist the sails! We are goin' to be at Tortuga by nightfall, mates! Let's hurry it up a bit, you scabber's dogs!" I watched as he moseyed over to Will in that way he walked, which was like he was drunk, with his hands flailing about and his swaggering step. I saw them having a heated discussion and with a couple of quick glances my way, I knew it was about me. I sighed with a smile and began to mop again.
I strained to listen and heard a little of their conversation: "She.doesn't deserve.wench.grits." and Will, grinning, replied, "Worked hard.watched?.met your match." and to that Jack huffed a reply and stormed off as mad as he had come. He caught sight of me watching and walked over to me, saying loudly, "Gallagher, get BACK TO WORK!" He suddenly slipped on the soapy water I mopped with and fell flat on his back.
He glared at me and I said, "Aye, aye captain. Oh, and make sure to watch your step."