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but eh, this is my first story, more people will review *I hope.*
SuzzieQue-Awesome! I'm glad you liked it! This is my first POTC fanfic that
I'm posting and it's going pretty well so far. *Gives all reviewers Jack
Sparrow bandanas*
Disclaimer: Any characters from POTC are not mine. Also, the Faithful Bride is not mine, and if you go to the POTC site, it's the name of the pub Jack, Will and Gibbs were at.
Chapter 4-The Hurricane and Girly Discussions
The rains hit us hard and the sea beneath us was strong, so much that I thought the keel below us would give way. I grabbed on to the crows nest tightly so I wouldn't be blown away. Jack stayed at the helm and directed us. No matter how strong he tried to look, I could tell he was scared out of his mind.
Finally, I had to talk some sense into this man before he killed each and everyone of us.
"Jack! Put down the anchor! We're going to be killed!"
"She can hold a bit longer!" Jack insisted.
"No, she can't!"
"We're two minutes from reaching Tortuga, love, just let her go!"
I gave up. What was I supposed to do? Jack was a man who didn't listen to other's orders and he didn't have to. He was a pirate captain after all. The only orders he knew of were his own.
Like Jack said, we soon landed near Tortuga. But in fear of being seen, we had to make port a few miles away from dock.
We had to run to take cover from the fierce storm, so we ran into a pub called The Faithful Bride and shook off all the rain we had soaked in.
Jack ordered himself a big pint of rum while the rest of us sat there waiting and shivering. I took a shawl out of my pant pocket and pulled it tightly around my shoulders. It did little help, but it was something.
"Cold, love?" Jack asked me. I nodded vigorously, taking my hands and blowing hot air on them. Once again, it did very little, but it did help. Jack walked over to me with his pint and sat down at the table I was at.
"Take a sip, it'll warm ye up right away." I stared at the cup filled with the dark brown liquid. It looked absolutely repulsive and I know I didn't want to touch it, let alone drink it.
"Go ahead, love! We don't have all day." He shoved the mug towards me again and I leaned away from it. But he said it would warm me up, and I would do anything for the instant heat he told me it would provide.
I pressed the cup to my freezing lips and took a sip. The burning liquid ran down my throat which made me instantly cough. I fanned at my mouth (As if that would help) and through coughs demanded water. I got it, and it helped a little, but the burning sensation was still there.
Jack sat there and laughed a little at me. I wanted to stab him, but my burning throat wouldn't allow me to grab my dagger.
"First sips always the worst, love." He patted my back, causing me to cough more. He walked away and winked at me, only making me want to stab him more. But like I said, the throat would allow it.
"Are you alright?" A woman's voice asked me. I turned to see who it was and was shocked.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing on the Black Pearl?"
"Let's just say I fell in love with a pirate." She said, motioning towards the former blacksmith of Port Royale. A smile grew on her lips.
"First time trying rum?" She whispered to me so I wouldn't be embarrassed, and for this I was thankful.
"Yes." I said with a little laugh.
"I remember my first time too." She said, laughing as well.
"You've had rum before?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes, and it wasn't pretty. You see, I was fighting against the curse on the Black Pearl. We made negotiations with the dreaded Captain Barbossa, and he deceived us. He marooned Jack and I on a God-forsaken island and left us there to die. Jack had been marooned there once and knew for a fact that rum runners used the island as a cache once. But the rum runners were long put out of business, leaving behind many bottles of rum. Without knowing whether we would ever get off the island, Jack and I drank heavily and got drunk. No, nothing happened between us, thankfully. But my first drink wasn't a pleasant one. You took the burning a lot better than I did."
I laughed again. Liz was one of my closest and only friends and I'm glad I had her on board.
"So, how's Jack treating you?"
I sighed heavily. "Not good. He doesn't like me at all and one time I back sassed him and he didn't let me eat dinner. All because I possessed the skills every pirate should have. It's so sexist, really."
"I know, isn't it?" Elizabeth shook her head. "At least Will doesn't treat me that way."
"Yeah, I wish I could find someone like that."
Liz smiled sympathetically. "You will."
She walked back to her husband and kissed him on the cheek. I envied her; she had a husband who loved her and wasn't sexist or mean. I was stuck with Jack-a man who wanted me to work yet was upset when I did my work well. When will I ever find a man like Will? Probably never. But maybe I want it that way.
Disclaimer: Any characters from POTC are not mine. Also, the Faithful Bride is not mine, and if you go to the POTC site, it's the name of the pub Jack, Will and Gibbs were at.
Chapter 4-The Hurricane and Girly Discussions
The rains hit us hard and the sea beneath us was strong, so much that I thought the keel below us would give way. I grabbed on to the crows nest tightly so I wouldn't be blown away. Jack stayed at the helm and directed us. No matter how strong he tried to look, I could tell he was scared out of his mind.
Finally, I had to talk some sense into this man before he killed each and everyone of us.
"Jack! Put down the anchor! We're going to be killed!"
"She can hold a bit longer!" Jack insisted.
"No, she can't!"
"We're two minutes from reaching Tortuga, love, just let her go!"
I gave up. What was I supposed to do? Jack was a man who didn't listen to other's orders and he didn't have to. He was a pirate captain after all. The only orders he knew of were his own.
Like Jack said, we soon landed near Tortuga. But in fear of being seen, we had to make port a few miles away from dock.
We had to run to take cover from the fierce storm, so we ran into a pub called The Faithful Bride and shook off all the rain we had soaked in.
Jack ordered himself a big pint of rum while the rest of us sat there waiting and shivering. I took a shawl out of my pant pocket and pulled it tightly around my shoulders. It did little help, but it was something.
"Cold, love?" Jack asked me. I nodded vigorously, taking my hands and blowing hot air on them. Once again, it did very little, but it did help. Jack walked over to me with his pint and sat down at the table I was at.
"Take a sip, it'll warm ye up right away." I stared at the cup filled with the dark brown liquid. It looked absolutely repulsive and I know I didn't want to touch it, let alone drink it.
"Go ahead, love! We don't have all day." He shoved the mug towards me again and I leaned away from it. But he said it would warm me up, and I would do anything for the instant heat he told me it would provide.
I pressed the cup to my freezing lips and took a sip. The burning liquid ran down my throat which made me instantly cough. I fanned at my mouth (As if that would help) and through coughs demanded water. I got it, and it helped a little, but the burning sensation was still there.
Jack sat there and laughed a little at me. I wanted to stab him, but my burning throat wouldn't allow me to grab my dagger.
"First sips always the worst, love." He patted my back, causing me to cough more. He walked away and winked at me, only making me want to stab him more. But like I said, the throat would allow it.
"Are you alright?" A woman's voice asked me. I turned to see who it was and was shocked.
"Elizabeth?"
"Yes."
"What are you doing on the Black Pearl?"
"Let's just say I fell in love with a pirate." She said, motioning towards the former blacksmith of Port Royale. A smile grew on her lips.
"First time trying rum?" She whispered to me so I wouldn't be embarrassed, and for this I was thankful.
"Yes." I said with a little laugh.
"I remember my first time too." She said, laughing as well.
"You've had rum before?" I asked in disbelief.
"Yes, and it wasn't pretty. You see, I was fighting against the curse on the Black Pearl. We made negotiations with the dreaded Captain Barbossa, and he deceived us. He marooned Jack and I on a God-forsaken island and left us there to die. Jack had been marooned there once and knew for a fact that rum runners used the island as a cache once. But the rum runners were long put out of business, leaving behind many bottles of rum. Without knowing whether we would ever get off the island, Jack and I drank heavily and got drunk. No, nothing happened between us, thankfully. But my first drink wasn't a pleasant one. You took the burning a lot better than I did."
I laughed again. Liz was one of my closest and only friends and I'm glad I had her on board.
"So, how's Jack treating you?"
I sighed heavily. "Not good. He doesn't like me at all and one time I back sassed him and he didn't let me eat dinner. All because I possessed the skills every pirate should have. It's so sexist, really."
"I know, isn't it?" Elizabeth shook her head. "At least Will doesn't treat me that way."
"Yeah, I wish I could find someone like that."
Liz smiled sympathetically. "You will."
She walked back to her husband and kissed him on the cheek. I envied her; she had a husband who loved her and wasn't sexist or mean. I was stuck with Jack-a man who wanted me to work yet was upset when I did my work well. When will I ever find a man like Will? Probably never. But maybe I want it that way.