Birds of a Feather Flock Together
( Honestly people I need a better name for this one! )
Yes we are introduced to Phoenix and she will have a few things to say about the Jack SHE knew. Need a better title. Review with cc or I'll eat you all.
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"Why hello Jack Sparrow." The lanky woman said smiling toothily at him as she seated herself at the end of the table and called for some rum.
"Captain Jack Sparrow to yeh Miss." He corrected her trying to maintain what little composure he had. She shook her head and took a drink of her rum.
"Maybe to the people who didn't see you starting out with the pistol and cutlass you're a Captain Sparrow." She said nastily. "But I saw you trip and gore yourself in the arm on your first battle and I was the one who dunked your head in the water barrel the first time you got drunk so your still just little Jack Sparrow to me."
"This would be why I hated yeh on the Revenge." Jack replied taking an enormous gulp of rum. "Know it all smart ass that yeh were."
"If I were you Sparrow I wouldn't be so quick with my tongue." She warned her eyes glinting dangerously. "A few well placed comments on my part could have your whole embarrassing story out all over Tortuga and you wouldn't want that would you?"
"Oh go ahead lass." Jack challenged her. "Tell the whole world about everything yeh know. I'm sure that some of them wenches care but the rest, well they don't give a damn what a pirates reputation is as long as he can drink some rum and pay her price."
"Ah why can't old crewmembers like yerselves just have a few drinks and catch up on sixteen years instead of fightin'?" Asked Fletcher sadly. "Right sad we were when yeh both left but there was many a story about what a pirating duo yeh would've made."
"WITH HIM?" They both asked simultaneously in thunderstruck voices.
"Her." Phoenix corrected him immediately.
"Ah me fine lass," Jack replied with a glimmer of malice in his eyes, "I'll call yeh a her when yeh prove yer a her."
"Which would entail me doing what Sparrow?" She asked sweetly bending over so a generous cleavage could be seen from the neck of her shirt.
"Ah Phoenix, ye seem a smart lass." Jack replied leaning back. "Can't argue with flesh can I?"
"You were not the first that wanted proof." She replied simply sitting up again. "Pirates seem to find it a difficult thing to accept." She put her feet up on the table and stretched luxuriously. At first Jack thought it was for eye candy but the attraction was immediately put off as the sounds of cracking joints rang out.
"Haven't had a sit in days." She explained. "I feel as stiff as the rod up Norringtons ass." She glanced at the drunken Fletcher and murmured, "don't take this the wrong way Jack but you're putting a lot of people in tons of trouble." She shook her head. "Norringtons been hunting you and anyone who's as much as glanced at you since you were born." Her face darkened. "I've lost a lot of friends to that man."
"Aye lass, so let's drink. To the rod up Norringtons ass, may it thrust up through his gut and pierce his little black heart." Jack cheered raising his glass to her.
She grinned, the angry shadows on her face scattering like mist in the sun and raised her own glass. "To the rod." She chanted.
She really was quite striking for a pirate, her skin was rough from hours of sun beaten abuse, her dark hair was coarse and frayed but her wide chocolate colored eyes shone in the dim light she had highly-defined features and thick eyelashes. . . like a camel. Jack thought about that as he poured the rum down his throat. A CAMEL?
"You have eyelashes like a camel, did you know that?" He asked waving his rum around. She cocked one eyebrow at him questionably. "That's right, a camel."
"A camel?" She asked blankly.
"That's what I said luv." He replied. "All thick and pretty like a bloody camel."
"Well in that case. . ." She was cut of as Fletcher, who had been mysteriously silent through this conversation, keeled over and hit the table with his feet. Phoenix's own feet lost their place on the table and as she thrashed about trying to reclaim balance her own chair fell over and she found herself on the unwashed floor.
"A CAMEL!" Jack shouted randomly taking another swig.
"Well in that case, Captain Jack Sparrow." She replied standing up looking rather flustered. "I suggest you bring me along for the benefit of my camel-like charms."
"Don't ye have yer own crew luv?" He asked finding it strange she was trying to sign on with him, even in his extremely drunken state.
"Ah nobody wants a pirate that knows Jack Sparrow." She replied sadly smoothing her hair back. "They asked me to leave as soon as we docked, so what do you say. It'd be a clever match Jack even you have to admit that."
"Aye but I don't think me crew would. . ." He began.
"Jack," she whispered huskily appealing to his drunken mind, "I would look on it as a PERSONAL favor if you'd let me try for just a little bit." She looked very fine and curvy in his drink warped mind and her husky voice held a river of undercurrents. A whole world of ideas began to form in his rum-addled mind and he watched her smile sweetly at him.
"Well I suppose, for just a LITTLE bit." He replied uncertainly.
"Ah good then, I'll see you in the morning Jack." She broke quickly out of her slippery seductive tricks and headed for the door.
"CAPTAIN Jack!" He called after her, but the door had already swung closed behind her and the night had already swallowed her whole.
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I REALLY disliked this chapter for some reason. Meh, we'll see how it goes with the next one. Some may say no one could trick Jack into letting them sign on but you must remember she was sober and he was drunk. R&R!!!! R&R DAMN YOU!!!!!!
( Honestly people I need a better name for this one! )
Yes we are introduced to Phoenix and she will have a few things to say about the Jack SHE knew. Need a better title. Review with cc or I'll eat you all.
~
"Why hello Jack Sparrow." The lanky woman said smiling toothily at him as she seated herself at the end of the table and called for some rum.
"Captain Jack Sparrow to yeh Miss." He corrected her trying to maintain what little composure he had. She shook her head and took a drink of her rum.
"Maybe to the people who didn't see you starting out with the pistol and cutlass you're a Captain Sparrow." She said nastily. "But I saw you trip and gore yourself in the arm on your first battle and I was the one who dunked your head in the water barrel the first time you got drunk so your still just little Jack Sparrow to me."
"This would be why I hated yeh on the Revenge." Jack replied taking an enormous gulp of rum. "Know it all smart ass that yeh were."
"If I were you Sparrow I wouldn't be so quick with my tongue." She warned her eyes glinting dangerously. "A few well placed comments on my part could have your whole embarrassing story out all over Tortuga and you wouldn't want that would you?"
"Oh go ahead lass." Jack challenged her. "Tell the whole world about everything yeh know. I'm sure that some of them wenches care but the rest, well they don't give a damn what a pirates reputation is as long as he can drink some rum and pay her price."
"Ah why can't old crewmembers like yerselves just have a few drinks and catch up on sixteen years instead of fightin'?" Asked Fletcher sadly. "Right sad we were when yeh both left but there was many a story about what a pirating duo yeh would've made."
"WITH HIM?" They both asked simultaneously in thunderstruck voices.
"Her." Phoenix corrected him immediately.
"Ah me fine lass," Jack replied with a glimmer of malice in his eyes, "I'll call yeh a her when yeh prove yer a her."
"Which would entail me doing what Sparrow?" She asked sweetly bending over so a generous cleavage could be seen from the neck of her shirt.
"Ah Phoenix, ye seem a smart lass." Jack replied leaning back. "Can't argue with flesh can I?"
"You were not the first that wanted proof." She replied simply sitting up again. "Pirates seem to find it a difficult thing to accept." She put her feet up on the table and stretched luxuriously. At first Jack thought it was for eye candy but the attraction was immediately put off as the sounds of cracking joints rang out.
"Haven't had a sit in days." She explained. "I feel as stiff as the rod up Norringtons ass." She glanced at the drunken Fletcher and murmured, "don't take this the wrong way Jack but you're putting a lot of people in tons of trouble." She shook her head. "Norringtons been hunting you and anyone who's as much as glanced at you since you were born." Her face darkened. "I've lost a lot of friends to that man."
"Aye lass, so let's drink. To the rod up Norringtons ass, may it thrust up through his gut and pierce his little black heart." Jack cheered raising his glass to her.
She grinned, the angry shadows on her face scattering like mist in the sun and raised her own glass. "To the rod." She chanted.
She really was quite striking for a pirate, her skin was rough from hours of sun beaten abuse, her dark hair was coarse and frayed but her wide chocolate colored eyes shone in the dim light she had highly-defined features and thick eyelashes. . . like a camel. Jack thought about that as he poured the rum down his throat. A CAMEL?
"You have eyelashes like a camel, did you know that?" He asked waving his rum around. She cocked one eyebrow at him questionably. "That's right, a camel."
"A camel?" She asked blankly.
"That's what I said luv." He replied. "All thick and pretty like a bloody camel."
"Well in that case. . ." She was cut of as Fletcher, who had been mysteriously silent through this conversation, keeled over and hit the table with his feet. Phoenix's own feet lost their place on the table and as she thrashed about trying to reclaim balance her own chair fell over and she found herself on the unwashed floor.
"A CAMEL!" Jack shouted randomly taking another swig.
"Well in that case, Captain Jack Sparrow." She replied standing up looking rather flustered. "I suggest you bring me along for the benefit of my camel-like charms."
"Don't ye have yer own crew luv?" He asked finding it strange she was trying to sign on with him, even in his extremely drunken state.
"Ah nobody wants a pirate that knows Jack Sparrow." She replied sadly smoothing her hair back. "They asked me to leave as soon as we docked, so what do you say. It'd be a clever match Jack even you have to admit that."
"Aye but I don't think me crew would. . ." He began.
"Jack," she whispered huskily appealing to his drunken mind, "I would look on it as a PERSONAL favor if you'd let me try for just a little bit." She looked very fine and curvy in his drink warped mind and her husky voice held a river of undercurrents. A whole world of ideas began to form in his rum-addled mind and he watched her smile sweetly at him.
"Well I suppose, for just a LITTLE bit." He replied uncertainly.
"Ah good then, I'll see you in the morning Jack." She broke quickly out of her slippery seductive tricks and headed for the door.
"CAPTAIN Jack!" He called after her, but the door had already swung closed behind her and the night had already swallowed her whole.
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I REALLY disliked this chapter for some reason. Meh, we'll see how it goes with the next one. Some may say no one could trick Jack into letting them sign on but you must remember she was sober and he was drunk. R&R!!!! R&R DAMN YOU!!!!!!