Author's Note: Thank you so much for the neat reviews! I feel warm
fuzzies from all of you. Writing this has been so much fun, especially
with a character like Gallagher, who can stand up for herself and doesn't
faint in the midst of danger! I love listening to the PotC soundtrack
while I'm writing because it puts me in the mood. So here I am, typing and
listening to my scurvy music, wanting to entertain you all with adventure
and humor and perhaps romance in the near future? Well we are just going
to have to find out, won't we? ;) Well let's recap on what's going on so
far. Gallagher made a deal with Jack, and they are going to set off to the
Sea of Blood in the morning to start the voyage to find Snidely's treasure.
But in Tortuga, they did a little hard drinking and let's see what has
happened to them, shall we? On with the show, you scoundrels!
Don't wear a corset,
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~PineAppleLint~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yo HO, yo HO a PIRATE'S LIFE FOR MEEEEEEE!" Jack and I bellowed, linked arm and arm, staggering down the streets of Tortuga, stinking drunk.
Jack stumbled and I caught him by the arm, pulling him up again, me giggling insanely. "Daa daa daa da da and really bad eggs." he sang and hiccupped at the same time.
I studied him for an instant with a crooked grin. "'Ell, Jack, there's two of ya," I slurred, "I can't see right."
"You shouldn't have had that whole last bottle, luv!" he cried with enthusiasm, his eyes wildly darting this way and that, "and I bet that ya heave it all up by noon tomorrow."
"And what are we bettin', Jack?" I asked, intrigued.
"Get your fresh flowers!" a young boy called on the street corner. The blond haired boy looked at us with a mixture of fear and curiosity. "Hey mister!" he called to Jack, "Would you like to by a flower for the pretty lady?"
I giggled again and Jack scoffed, "She is no lady, young man, I assure ya that much." I grinned at the young boy devilishly and the boy backed away slowly, obviously scared.
Jack looked at me as we continued to walk on and he asked, "Do you 'appen to like flowers, Gallagher? Or would ya prefer sharp, pointy objects?"
I stared back at him, hands on my hips, replying, "Just because I'm without a corset doesn't mean I'm not a woman. I 'appen to have a soft spot for flowers."
"You?" Jack scoffed, disbelieving.
"Yeah, and remember that tidbit of information if you ever plan on wooing me," I said, batting my eyelashes, so drunk I could hardly stand, let alone walk.
"The day I put me own sword through me stomach would come before I would ever try to woo you, Gallagher," Jack reminded me, slurring his words together.
"That wasn't very nice," I said with a frown, and then broke into a giggle fit all over again, leaning against his body, my arm draped around his shoulders.
"You are terribly drunk," he murmured, watching me with amusement.
"So are you!" I pointed out, pointing my finger in his face, touching his nose.
"But I can hold me liquor," Sparrow informed.
"So can I!" I protested.
"Fine, we shall make a bet on it, then," Sparrow suggested, eyes gleaming.
"If I hold me rum by tomorrow, noon, then I get to captain the Black Pearl all the way to Snidely's treasure," I said seriously.
"And if ya get sick as a dog," Jack said with an evil grin, "Then you shall have to wear a dress until we reach the Sea of Blood. That would give ya about three days to look like a lady on me ship. The crew will be most entertained by ya."
I stared at him in open-mouthed horror. "A dress?" I gawked, "How can I work on the Pearl in a DRESS?"
"You shall have to figure that one out, luv," he said, smiling idiotically, "Elizabeth will have no problem lending you something extra frilly."
I narrowed my eyes at him and then I stuck out my hand, slurring, "Deal!" Jack shook it firmly and said, "I shall enjoy seein' Gallagher's dignity drain away slowly as she prances about in her lace."
"Don't count on it," I said, "I shall be captain of the Pearl in no time." Suddenly my vision grew blurry and I passed out right into Captain Sparrow's arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I opened my eyes and the glare of the sun coming in through a window hit them instantly, causing me to wince. Bloody hell, what a headache! It felt like someone was clanging their sword over my head. I felt soft sheets over me and a downy mattress underneath my body. What the ..... this wasn't my cot! I slowly pulled the sheet off of me and glanced around. I was in Sparrow's bedchambers. I heard a mumble beside me and something tighten on my waist. My heart leapt into my throat in horror. I stared down the length of me to find a hand clutched possessively onto my hips. Turning around, I came face to face with a sleeping Jack Sparrow.
"Bloody 'ELL!" I shouted and jumped out of bed, then instantly let out a groan. The clanging in my head was getting worse. Jack rolled around in bed and then finally opened his eyes.
"Gallagher, nice to see ya sober," Jack said in amusement, reaching for his hat and effects that were lying on the nightstand.
"Arghhhh," I groaned in response, holding my head between my two hands, "Make it stop."
Jack chuckled and said, "Ya passed out so I had ya sleep in here with me."
"Why with you?" I said, clearly agitated.
"Why, I wanted to keep track of ya in case I ended up winning the bet, luv," he said with a grin.
"If I had thrown up in the middle of the night, Captain Sparrow," I said with fury, "It would have been on you, I assure ya that much!"
Suddenly something began to roll funny in my stomach. My hands went to my abdomen in shock. Jack raised an eyebrow in amusement, watching me. Oh blazes, not now, I thought, please not now! I tried to fight the urge but lost, and ended up sprinting to the nearest window, Jack laughing at me the entire time.
When I was finished, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and looked at him furiously. "It isn't funny!" I yelled with disgust.
Jack studied me for a moment and said with a huge grin, "What would you prefer, Gallagher? Ruffles, or lace?"
I growled in annoyance and sat down in the chair. At least now I didn't feel hung over.
"What does Elizabeth have for me?" I asked with dread.
Don't wear a corset,
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~PineAppleLint~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Yo HO, yo HO a PIRATE'S LIFE FOR MEEEEEEE!" Jack and I bellowed, linked arm and arm, staggering down the streets of Tortuga, stinking drunk.
Jack stumbled and I caught him by the arm, pulling him up again, me giggling insanely. "Daa daa daa da da and really bad eggs." he sang and hiccupped at the same time.
I studied him for an instant with a crooked grin. "'Ell, Jack, there's two of ya," I slurred, "I can't see right."
"You shouldn't have had that whole last bottle, luv!" he cried with enthusiasm, his eyes wildly darting this way and that, "and I bet that ya heave it all up by noon tomorrow."
"And what are we bettin', Jack?" I asked, intrigued.
"Get your fresh flowers!" a young boy called on the street corner. The blond haired boy looked at us with a mixture of fear and curiosity. "Hey mister!" he called to Jack, "Would you like to by a flower for the pretty lady?"
I giggled again and Jack scoffed, "She is no lady, young man, I assure ya that much." I grinned at the young boy devilishly and the boy backed away slowly, obviously scared.
Jack looked at me as we continued to walk on and he asked, "Do you 'appen to like flowers, Gallagher? Or would ya prefer sharp, pointy objects?"
I stared back at him, hands on my hips, replying, "Just because I'm without a corset doesn't mean I'm not a woman. I 'appen to have a soft spot for flowers."
"You?" Jack scoffed, disbelieving.
"Yeah, and remember that tidbit of information if you ever plan on wooing me," I said, batting my eyelashes, so drunk I could hardly stand, let alone walk.
"The day I put me own sword through me stomach would come before I would ever try to woo you, Gallagher," Jack reminded me, slurring his words together.
"That wasn't very nice," I said with a frown, and then broke into a giggle fit all over again, leaning against his body, my arm draped around his shoulders.
"You are terribly drunk," he murmured, watching me with amusement.
"So are you!" I pointed out, pointing my finger in his face, touching his nose.
"But I can hold me liquor," Sparrow informed.
"So can I!" I protested.
"Fine, we shall make a bet on it, then," Sparrow suggested, eyes gleaming.
"If I hold me rum by tomorrow, noon, then I get to captain the Black Pearl all the way to Snidely's treasure," I said seriously.
"And if ya get sick as a dog," Jack said with an evil grin, "Then you shall have to wear a dress until we reach the Sea of Blood. That would give ya about three days to look like a lady on me ship. The crew will be most entertained by ya."
I stared at him in open-mouthed horror. "A dress?" I gawked, "How can I work on the Pearl in a DRESS?"
"You shall have to figure that one out, luv," he said, smiling idiotically, "Elizabeth will have no problem lending you something extra frilly."
I narrowed my eyes at him and then I stuck out my hand, slurring, "Deal!" Jack shook it firmly and said, "I shall enjoy seein' Gallagher's dignity drain away slowly as she prances about in her lace."
"Don't count on it," I said, "I shall be captain of the Pearl in no time." Suddenly my vision grew blurry and I passed out right into Captain Sparrow's arms.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I opened my eyes and the glare of the sun coming in through a window hit them instantly, causing me to wince. Bloody hell, what a headache! It felt like someone was clanging their sword over my head. I felt soft sheets over me and a downy mattress underneath my body. What the ..... this wasn't my cot! I slowly pulled the sheet off of me and glanced around. I was in Sparrow's bedchambers. I heard a mumble beside me and something tighten on my waist. My heart leapt into my throat in horror. I stared down the length of me to find a hand clutched possessively onto my hips. Turning around, I came face to face with a sleeping Jack Sparrow.
"Bloody 'ELL!" I shouted and jumped out of bed, then instantly let out a groan. The clanging in my head was getting worse. Jack rolled around in bed and then finally opened his eyes.
"Gallagher, nice to see ya sober," Jack said in amusement, reaching for his hat and effects that were lying on the nightstand.
"Arghhhh," I groaned in response, holding my head between my two hands, "Make it stop."
Jack chuckled and said, "Ya passed out so I had ya sleep in here with me."
"Why with you?" I said, clearly agitated.
"Why, I wanted to keep track of ya in case I ended up winning the bet, luv," he said with a grin.
"If I had thrown up in the middle of the night, Captain Sparrow," I said with fury, "It would have been on you, I assure ya that much!"
Suddenly something began to roll funny in my stomach. My hands went to my abdomen in shock. Jack raised an eyebrow in amusement, watching me. Oh blazes, not now, I thought, please not now! I tried to fight the urge but lost, and ended up sprinting to the nearest window, Jack laughing at me the entire time.
When I was finished, I wiped my mouth on my sleeve and looked at him furiously. "It isn't funny!" I yelled with disgust.
Jack studied me for a moment and said with a huge grin, "What would you prefer, Gallagher? Ruffles, or lace?"
I growled in annoyance and sat down in the chair. At least now I didn't feel hung over.
"What does Elizabeth have for me?" I asked with dread.