TITLE: Quite Exceptional
AUTHOR: Vibe
RATING: PG-13, may be higher later
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything...hmm... in fact- the only thing i do own is Felicia's name, and the plot... and lemme just say I'm pretty damn partial to my plot... *grin* I'll hunt plot thieves down! FURTHERMORE-All towns and Governor Dymer's name have to be given up to Russia- they're real, (no i can't come up with russian names off the top of my head- i wish) and Mikhail Kafelnikov goes to Max Allen Collins and his books.... um... of course everyone but my felicia goes back to Pirates... and Maman is something i got from a book- so that can go back to cormulus... uhh...yeah- that's it... yep. no profit and of course it's fiction. Oh and- Maman is Mama in French.
NOTES: Please read and review! I WOULD REALLY LOVE IT!
Prologue
Felicia Kafelnikov was a flimflammer, a 'con-artist' to be blunt about it. But this wasn't her first 'hobby'.
She had been Jack Sparrow's partner in piracy before 'Captain' was tagged to his name. He had found her in a little port called Vladivostok, where she was dirt poor and needed help. But once the ill mannered Sparrow taught the young girl of commerce- it soon became a hobby, nearly a sport, and could now rob her teacher himself of all but his filthy bandana.
She was really quite good- had mastered the art of disappearing, could walk through a silent room with creaking floor and not be heard, and could tell when someone was coming way before they were audible... not to mention an amazing lover. She was really quite good, actually- more like brilliant in her tasks. Jack couldn't be more proud.
He was a bit lonesome for her company though; the two of them hadn't seen each other in nearly a decade. After seven and a half months of stealing from the governors of various port cities in Russia, their new sport came to a screeching halt. They had robbed Governor Dymer of Osiri- but had taken something very special to him. A silver ring with a black pearl set in the center- a gift from his late father. At the same time, Jack had purchased a ship with his stolen money, and named it after that ring- the Black Pearl- he fancied it as well. The two had been captured for their crime against Dymer, and chained in the dungeon.
Felicia, known for her amazing escapes as well, had gotten out of her shackles so many times that the last time Jack had seen her, she was chained to a chair with restraints encircling her waist, ankles, wrists, and crisscrossing her chest to the bottom of the chair.
He was really truly sorry for leaving her there- but through the cloth and wooden gag in her mouth, she had managed to tell him to go on- that she'd get back to him.
What Jack didn't know was that once she had managed to loosen the gag far enough for a guard to come by and tighten it, she used the sharp end of the stick in her mouth to pierce his temple- killing him instantly. She then flexed the muscles around her ribs and pulled on the chains around her chair hard enough to break the wood they were fastened to, picked the locks on her hands, feet and shoulders with the wood in her mouth, and then walked away from the dungeon.
Jack was already long gone.
With the ring. She wanted that ring.
AUTHOR: Vibe
RATING: PG-13, may be higher later
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything...hmm... in fact- the only thing i do own is Felicia's name, and the plot... and lemme just say I'm pretty damn partial to my plot... *grin* I'll hunt plot thieves down! FURTHERMORE-All towns and Governor Dymer's name have to be given up to Russia- they're real, (no i can't come up with russian names off the top of my head- i wish) and Mikhail Kafelnikov goes to Max Allen Collins and his books.... um... of course everyone but my felicia goes back to Pirates... and Maman is something i got from a book- so that can go back to cormulus... uhh...yeah- that's it... yep. no profit and of course it's fiction. Oh and- Maman is Mama in French.
NOTES: Please read and review! I WOULD REALLY LOVE IT!
Prologue
Felicia Kafelnikov was a flimflammer, a 'con-artist' to be blunt about it. But this wasn't her first 'hobby'.
She had been Jack Sparrow's partner in piracy before 'Captain' was tagged to his name. He had found her in a little port called Vladivostok, where she was dirt poor and needed help. But once the ill mannered Sparrow taught the young girl of commerce- it soon became a hobby, nearly a sport, and could now rob her teacher himself of all but his filthy bandana.
She was really quite good- had mastered the art of disappearing, could walk through a silent room with creaking floor and not be heard, and could tell when someone was coming way before they were audible... not to mention an amazing lover. She was really quite good, actually- more like brilliant in her tasks. Jack couldn't be more proud.
He was a bit lonesome for her company though; the two of them hadn't seen each other in nearly a decade. After seven and a half months of stealing from the governors of various port cities in Russia, their new sport came to a screeching halt. They had robbed Governor Dymer of Osiri- but had taken something very special to him. A silver ring with a black pearl set in the center- a gift from his late father. At the same time, Jack had purchased a ship with his stolen money, and named it after that ring- the Black Pearl- he fancied it as well. The two had been captured for their crime against Dymer, and chained in the dungeon.
Felicia, known for her amazing escapes as well, had gotten out of her shackles so many times that the last time Jack had seen her, she was chained to a chair with restraints encircling her waist, ankles, wrists, and crisscrossing her chest to the bottom of the chair.
He was really truly sorry for leaving her there- but through the cloth and wooden gag in her mouth, she had managed to tell him to go on- that she'd get back to him.
What Jack didn't know was that once she had managed to loosen the gag far enough for a guard to come by and tighten it, she used the sharp end of the stick in her mouth to pierce his temple- killing him instantly. She then flexed the muscles around her ribs and pulled on the chains around her chair hard enough to break the wood they were fastened to, picked the locks on her hands, feet and shoulders with the wood in her mouth, and then walked away from the dungeon.
Jack was already long gone.
With the ring. She wanted that ring.