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~Before the Movie, When Jack is marooned for the first time, savvy?~
*Jack's POV*
I collapsed. I was so bloody tired AND angry, I could barely drink me rum. Bloody Barbossa. I finally get me ship, sail for three stinkin' days, and 'ere I was, with nothin' but a few barrels o' rum and a pistol. Bloody pirates. At least I 'ad me some rum....
*Ivy's POV*
I stared into the sunset, our approaching destination at my back. Behind me, men lowered and tightened sail, ready to bring 'er in for the night. We hadn't seen any ships for the past week, so I figured we be safe makin' berth for tonight.
"Captain!" a voice broke into my thoughts.
Spinning around, I faced the first mate, Morgan.
"What?" I growled.
"We be droppin' anchor here. Be that all right with ye, m'am?"
"Yes, yes, drop anchor. And get a couple boats ready," I said as he hurried off, "Jones, Hackney, Mays and Cotton, yeh're with me!" I shouted to the men above me. Above me, the four men scaled down the ropes. Hackney was beside me first, his tan arms and broad chest rippling in the light. Nodding at him, I turned towards the boat, the men falling into step behind me. Stepping onto the first boat, my 'selected' men followed me into that boat as we were lowered into the waiting water. I shouted more orders to Morgan above the din and he began to shout orders to men to follow in a second boat.
Our boat quickly reached the beach of this small island, the last stop on our route before heading back. Stepping onto the sand, I took a moment to regain me balance, for several weeks on the sea had rendered me with the cursed "sea legs".
"Come on now, darks a comin'," I said to the men and began to make my way to out rum store. Hollow tree, six large steps, ah-ha. There it be. Pushing the trapdoor up, I jumped down and counted the bottles. Twelve missing! Impossible!
"Men! Search the island! Someone's been stealin' our rum! Scour the island! He's got teh be 'ere! I want him alive!" I shouted after tham as they disapeared from my sight. Narrowing my eyes, I followed them, thouroughly pissed.
My men were all over the island, their torches glowing orange and I was on the beach. A rather romantic beach. I'd always liked this island, with its sand and blue waves. My ship, Mermaids Revenge, sat on the water and I looked at it as I walked, kicking up sand with every step. As I took a step, my foot hit something solid and I flipped over to land on me arse on the sand.
"Curse ye for breathin', ye scurvy dog!" I cursed as I unsheathed me sword and jumped up to face whatever or whoever it was. At the end of me blade lay a man. An extremely drunk man. I could practically smell the rum from where I stood. He was passed out and an empty bottly lay at his side.
"Oh, ye shall pay, O mysterious man, for ye stole me rum, hmm? What say ye teh that mate. Savvy?" I said, running the blade along his neck.
"Mumble mumble mumble," a voice came from the pile of rags on the beach.
""Scuse me? You'll 'ave teh speak up, mate."
"Polly, parsnip, parsley, oh yes, Parleh," he said sitting up on the last word.
"What did ye say about me?!" I said, my sword now drawing blood from his shoulder.
"I invoke the right of Parleh. It's a pirates code," he mumbled, the khol on his eyes shining in the light of my torch.
"Who says I'm a pirate?" I asked, raising my sword.
OOOOHHH! A cliffie! Please review! If you review, I'll give you one of the Muffins of Cortez... mmmmm... muffins...review...mmmmmm.....
~Before the Movie, When Jack is marooned for the first time, savvy?~
*Jack's POV*
I collapsed. I was so bloody tired AND angry, I could barely drink me rum. Bloody Barbossa. I finally get me ship, sail for three stinkin' days, and 'ere I was, with nothin' but a few barrels o' rum and a pistol. Bloody pirates. At least I 'ad me some rum....
*Ivy's POV*
I stared into the sunset, our approaching destination at my back. Behind me, men lowered and tightened sail, ready to bring 'er in for the night. We hadn't seen any ships for the past week, so I figured we be safe makin' berth for tonight.
"Captain!" a voice broke into my thoughts.
Spinning around, I faced the first mate, Morgan.
"What?" I growled.
"We be droppin' anchor here. Be that all right with ye, m'am?"
"Yes, yes, drop anchor. And get a couple boats ready," I said as he hurried off, "Jones, Hackney, Mays and Cotton, yeh're with me!" I shouted to the men above me. Above me, the four men scaled down the ropes. Hackney was beside me first, his tan arms and broad chest rippling in the light. Nodding at him, I turned towards the boat, the men falling into step behind me. Stepping onto the first boat, my 'selected' men followed me into that boat as we were lowered into the waiting water. I shouted more orders to Morgan above the din and he began to shout orders to men to follow in a second boat.
Our boat quickly reached the beach of this small island, the last stop on our route before heading back. Stepping onto the sand, I took a moment to regain me balance, for several weeks on the sea had rendered me with the cursed "sea legs".
"Come on now, darks a comin'," I said to the men and began to make my way to out rum store. Hollow tree, six large steps, ah-ha. There it be. Pushing the trapdoor up, I jumped down and counted the bottles. Twelve missing! Impossible!
"Men! Search the island! Someone's been stealin' our rum! Scour the island! He's got teh be 'ere! I want him alive!" I shouted after tham as they disapeared from my sight. Narrowing my eyes, I followed them, thouroughly pissed.
My men were all over the island, their torches glowing orange and I was on the beach. A rather romantic beach. I'd always liked this island, with its sand and blue waves. My ship, Mermaids Revenge, sat on the water and I looked at it as I walked, kicking up sand with every step. As I took a step, my foot hit something solid and I flipped over to land on me arse on the sand.
"Curse ye for breathin', ye scurvy dog!" I cursed as I unsheathed me sword and jumped up to face whatever or whoever it was. At the end of me blade lay a man. An extremely drunk man. I could practically smell the rum from where I stood. He was passed out and an empty bottly lay at his side.
"Oh, ye shall pay, O mysterious man, for ye stole me rum, hmm? What say ye teh that mate. Savvy?" I said, running the blade along his neck.
"Mumble mumble mumble," a voice came from the pile of rags on the beach.
""Scuse me? You'll 'ave teh speak up, mate."
"Polly, parsnip, parsley, oh yes, Parleh," he said sitting up on the last word.
"What did ye say about me?!" I said, my sword now drawing blood from his shoulder.
"I invoke the right of Parleh. It's a pirates code," he mumbled, the khol on his eyes shining in the light of my torch.
"Who says I'm a pirate?" I asked, raising my sword.
OOOOHHH! A cliffie! Please review! If you review, I'll give you one of the Muffins of Cortez... mmmmm... muffins...review...mmmmmm.....