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A/N: Thank you to everyone who's submitted a review. I'm not sure, but I have a feeling you were waiting for this chapter. I have a feeling it's quite..........odd, but some fun, too.
Anything's Possible Part Two: From Bad to Worse
"Oh shit." It was the only thing Sheridan could even think of saying.
"She's got good language, too." Jack said lightly, although when the two Sparrows caught each others eyes, Sheridan realized they were both thinking the same thing - this was not in their favor. Most of the men of Port Royal had already boarded the Pearl before they had even prepared themselves. The man Sheridan believed to be Norrington came over to them.
"Girl, are you aware that you are on a pirate vessel?" Norrington asked, keeping his eyes as far away from Will, who was looking from Sheridan to Jack and back. Jack got between Norrington and the future of the Sparrow legacy, if there really was one other than piracy that he was unaware of, and put his hands tentatively on the Commodore's shirt.
"She's no one. A stowaway, really, along with her two mates. We were going to have our fun with them and then maroon them." He smiled at Norrington, although he could feel the coal black eyes of Sheridan behind him boring into the back of his head.
"Is this true?" Norrington asked, walking around Jack with disgust and looking at Sheridan.
"No." Sheridan said bluntly. Norrington took a step back, amazed. The dark haired girl grabbed Jack's sword, receiving an annoyed look from the older man. She was unperturbed by this.
"Please don't do anything stupid." Jack begged. She ignored him, looking straight into the eyes of Norrington.
"A duel." She said.
"A duel?" He repeated incredulously. Sheridan nodded. Norrington smiled. "Young Mr. Turner made this weapon I hold. It's better than Mr. Sparrow's, child." When Sheridan didn't budge, Norrington nodded. "Fine, I will duel with you. Name your terms."
Sheridan looked at the Commodore's weapon, before masking her face again. "If I pin you, you will leave the Pearl alone."
"And what, young lady, if I win?" The Commodore asked, sure of himself. Sheridan let out a small sigh. She'd have to deal with the attitude on a later date.
"The Black Pearl will be surrendered to you and the crew is yours for the hanging." She heard the moan of longing from Jack, but kept her eyes on her opponent. "Do we have an accord?" she asked, unaware that she sounded oddly like a former captain of the Pearl, and not the one she was kin of.
"I agree." The Commodore said. The Commodore struck first, going for her left arm, which she had left unguarded. She smiled to herself knowingly, before spinning on her heel, putting her sword in the air and behind her, to keep herself safe. She ducked as Norrington attacked again, and hit him on the shoulder with Jack's blade. The Commodore of Port Royal gave her a venomous look, before giving her a cut on her arm. He traced the blade down her arm again, making a large P up her forearm. "For anyone who wonders whether or not you are a pirate again, girl." He said. But Sheridan was still smiling, and she could tell it was annoying her opponent. She wanted to say 'I know something you don't know', but she had a feeling if she did anything more stupid than what she was doing right now, the pistol at Jack's side would be cocked and aimed for her head. "This is foolishness." Norrington sighed.
"And why is that?"
"A Commodore of her Majesty's navy fighting with a common pirate. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd guess you were related to the ruddy Jack Sparrow over there." Sheridan's eyes flashed, and Eitan gave a moan, hitting his head against the rail much like Sheridan had done at the start of their history project. 'I guess this' what they mean when they say you can really make history come alive.' She thought to herself, before she noticed an opening. Norrington was too far gone belittling Jack that he took no notice of it. She put the point of the blade on Norrington's shoulder and started to slowly back him up until he was against the rail.
"Firstly, Jack is the captain of this ship, as you are the commodore of the fleet of Port Royal, and just like you should be called Commodore Norrington, he should be called Captain Sparrow." The glint in her eyes was back with a vengeance. "Secondly, and this one's the important one, my name is Sheridan Sparrow, and am, in fact, related to Jack, so you best not curse about Jack in my presence, savvy?" When Norrington nodded, she smiled. "And thirdly, Commodore Norrington, I believe I have you pinned, and since you've been the first to be pinned, I suggest you call your men back to The Dauntless and get your ruddy little backsides back to Port Royal before I have to shoot you with Jack's pistol." She let the Commodore go, and turned to give Jack his sword back. "So how'd I do?"
"Love, you're one hell of a pirate." Jack said, shaking his head before taking his sword back. "And I believe that counts as a miracle, too. Well, when the Commodore so gracefully leaves us, let's all have some rum to celebrate." Jack wheeled around, smiling at his crew.
"He really loves his rum, doesn't he?" Eitan asked Will, who shook his head.
"Love, is not the word for it." Eitan nodded, before looking at Sheridan's arm.
"I guess you've been branded as a pirate." He said lightly as the girl in front of him applied pressure to her arm. He caught her gaze, which was behind his head, and noticed the frown. "What is it?" He asked.
Sheridan had gone unusually quiet. "The Dauntless was on the other side, wasn't it?"
"Yes, why?" Eitan was frowning now, his eyebrows quirked with worry. He turned and saw the dreadful image Sheridan could see. A large, mahogany- looking ship was leaving in the opposite direction the Black Pearl had been going in. Eitan's eyes widened in disbelief. "I don't believe it."
Jack was beside them in moments. "I don't either," he said, muttering some inaudible - and some rather odd - curses under his breath before looking at the ship.
"I think they boarded us while I was fighting Norrington." Sheridan said. Eitan was at a lose for words. He was looking around the deck, trying to find something.
"Jack...Sheridan...Will...have you seen Linda?" Eitan was looking around wildly.
"Bloody hell, and where's Ananmaria?" When no one answered Jack, he sighed. "The Shadow Cat, they took the girl and my first mate." He took a swig of the rum cordial he had in his hand, the one he had gotten prior to the boarding of the crew of the Dauntless. He stared at the speck that was the Shadow Cat, a finger on his chin, before taking off his hat and raising it up into the sky. "If this is an offer to fight, then the Pearl accepts the challenge."
"Jack," Sheridan said, obviously annoyed. The elder Sparrow looked down at his name. "What about a way to get us back home?" When he looked at her in confusion, she put a hand up. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, this place is great, but you said you'd help us."
Jack nodded thoughtfully, before turning to Will. "What do you say? Get the lasses, or get the gold?" Will looked at Jack surprised.
"The girls, Jack."
"It seems to me you've been out-voted, love. Now, does anyone know where the Shadow Cat makes berth?" Eitan looked down at his hands.
"That's not good enough." He said, eyes flashing in a similar way Sheridan's had.
Will grabbed the boy's shoulder. "I know it's hard, but Jack's doing what he can." Eitan slapped the hand away and started below deck, his own temper that could easily match both Will's and Sheridan's, flaring up like wildfire. Sheridan, Will, and Jack looked at each other, before Sheridan sighed.
"Fine, I'll go after him. If you hear anything breaking, just ignore it." She said, following after her classmate.
A/N: Thank you to everyone who's submitted a review. I'm not sure, but I have a feeling you were waiting for this chapter. I have a feeling it's quite..........odd, but some fun, too.
Anything's Possible Part Two: From Bad to Worse
"Oh shit." It was the only thing Sheridan could even think of saying.
"She's got good language, too." Jack said lightly, although when the two Sparrows caught each others eyes, Sheridan realized they were both thinking the same thing - this was not in their favor. Most of the men of Port Royal had already boarded the Pearl before they had even prepared themselves. The man Sheridan believed to be Norrington came over to them.
"Girl, are you aware that you are on a pirate vessel?" Norrington asked, keeping his eyes as far away from Will, who was looking from Sheridan to Jack and back. Jack got between Norrington and the future of the Sparrow legacy, if there really was one other than piracy that he was unaware of, and put his hands tentatively on the Commodore's shirt.
"She's no one. A stowaway, really, along with her two mates. We were going to have our fun with them and then maroon them." He smiled at Norrington, although he could feel the coal black eyes of Sheridan behind him boring into the back of his head.
"Is this true?" Norrington asked, walking around Jack with disgust and looking at Sheridan.
"No." Sheridan said bluntly. Norrington took a step back, amazed. The dark haired girl grabbed Jack's sword, receiving an annoyed look from the older man. She was unperturbed by this.
"Please don't do anything stupid." Jack begged. She ignored him, looking straight into the eyes of Norrington.
"A duel." She said.
"A duel?" He repeated incredulously. Sheridan nodded. Norrington smiled. "Young Mr. Turner made this weapon I hold. It's better than Mr. Sparrow's, child." When Sheridan didn't budge, Norrington nodded. "Fine, I will duel with you. Name your terms."
Sheridan looked at the Commodore's weapon, before masking her face again. "If I pin you, you will leave the Pearl alone."
"And what, young lady, if I win?" The Commodore asked, sure of himself. Sheridan let out a small sigh. She'd have to deal with the attitude on a later date.
"The Black Pearl will be surrendered to you and the crew is yours for the hanging." She heard the moan of longing from Jack, but kept her eyes on her opponent. "Do we have an accord?" she asked, unaware that she sounded oddly like a former captain of the Pearl, and not the one she was kin of.
"I agree." The Commodore said. The Commodore struck first, going for her left arm, which she had left unguarded. She smiled to herself knowingly, before spinning on her heel, putting her sword in the air and behind her, to keep herself safe. She ducked as Norrington attacked again, and hit him on the shoulder with Jack's blade. The Commodore of Port Royal gave her a venomous look, before giving her a cut on her arm. He traced the blade down her arm again, making a large P up her forearm. "For anyone who wonders whether or not you are a pirate again, girl." He said. But Sheridan was still smiling, and she could tell it was annoying her opponent. She wanted to say 'I know something you don't know', but she had a feeling if she did anything more stupid than what she was doing right now, the pistol at Jack's side would be cocked and aimed for her head. "This is foolishness." Norrington sighed.
"And why is that?"
"A Commodore of her Majesty's navy fighting with a common pirate. Why, if I didn't know any better, I'd guess you were related to the ruddy Jack Sparrow over there." Sheridan's eyes flashed, and Eitan gave a moan, hitting his head against the rail much like Sheridan had done at the start of their history project. 'I guess this' what they mean when they say you can really make history come alive.' She thought to herself, before she noticed an opening. Norrington was too far gone belittling Jack that he took no notice of it. She put the point of the blade on Norrington's shoulder and started to slowly back him up until he was against the rail.
"Firstly, Jack is the captain of this ship, as you are the commodore of the fleet of Port Royal, and just like you should be called Commodore Norrington, he should be called Captain Sparrow." The glint in her eyes was back with a vengeance. "Secondly, and this one's the important one, my name is Sheridan Sparrow, and am, in fact, related to Jack, so you best not curse about Jack in my presence, savvy?" When Norrington nodded, she smiled. "And thirdly, Commodore Norrington, I believe I have you pinned, and since you've been the first to be pinned, I suggest you call your men back to The Dauntless and get your ruddy little backsides back to Port Royal before I have to shoot you with Jack's pistol." She let the Commodore go, and turned to give Jack his sword back. "So how'd I do?"
"Love, you're one hell of a pirate." Jack said, shaking his head before taking his sword back. "And I believe that counts as a miracle, too. Well, when the Commodore so gracefully leaves us, let's all have some rum to celebrate." Jack wheeled around, smiling at his crew.
"He really loves his rum, doesn't he?" Eitan asked Will, who shook his head.
"Love, is not the word for it." Eitan nodded, before looking at Sheridan's arm.
"I guess you've been branded as a pirate." He said lightly as the girl in front of him applied pressure to her arm. He caught her gaze, which was behind his head, and noticed the frown. "What is it?" He asked.
Sheridan had gone unusually quiet. "The Dauntless was on the other side, wasn't it?"
"Yes, why?" Eitan was frowning now, his eyebrows quirked with worry. He turned and saw the dreadful image Sheridan could see. A large, mahogany- looking ship was leaving in the opposite direction the Black Pearl had been going in. Eitan's eyes widened in disbelief. "I don't believe it."
Jack was beside them in moments. "I don't either," he said, muttering some inaudible - and some rather odd - curses under his breath before looking at the ship.
"I think they boarded us while I was fighting Norrington." Sheridan said. Eitan was at a lose for words. He was looking around the deck, trying to find something.
"Jack...Sheridan...Will...have you seen Linda?" Eitan was looking around wildly.
"Bloody hell, and where's Ananmaria?" When no one answered Jack, he sighed. "The Shadow Cat, they took the girl and my first mate." He took a swig of the rum cordial he had in his hand, the one he had gotten prior to the boarding of the crew of the Dauntless. He stared at the speck that was the Shadow Cat, a finger on his chin, before taking off his hat and raising it up into the sky. "If this is an offer to fight, then the Pearl accepts the challenge."
"Jack," Sheridan said, obviously annoyed. The elder Sparrow looked down at his name. "What about a way to get us back home?" When he looked at her in confusion, she put a hand up. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, this place is great, but you said you'd help us."
Jack nodded thoughtfully, before turning to Will. "What do you say? Get the lasses, or get the gold?" Will looked at Jack surprised.
"The girls, Jack."
"It seems to me you've been out-voted, love. Now, does anyone know where the Shadow Cat makes berth?" Eitan looked down at his hands.
"That's not good enough." He said, eyes flashing in a similar way Sheridan's had.
Will grabbed the boy's shoulder. "I know it's hard, but Jack's doing what he can." Eitan slapped the hand away and started below deck, his own temper that could easily match both Will's and Sheridan's, flaring up like wildfire. Sheridan, Will, and Jack looked at each other, before Sheridan sighed.
"Fine, I'll go after him. If you hear anything breaking, just ignore it." She said, following after her classmate.