Hi Guys,
Here is a bit of background information about the story I am going to write. It kind of begins half way through, so you need to read below to understand where Claire, my character, is coming from. I might as well mention right now that I don't own POTC or it's characters. No copyright infringement is intended, I am naught but a poor student!
Set a few years after the movie.
Claire, an kickass pirate chick, was captured when her ship was attacked and sunk by the murderous crew of the Nemesis. After several long weeks of torture inflicted by the ruthless Captain Hetherington, who should come to her rescue, but Jack! Through one way or another, Claire and Jack grew very close and are now together, sailing on The Black Pearl as Captain and First Mate. Pillaging and plundering their way through the Caribbean, caught in the odd drama here and there, what should happen when Captain Hetherington returns for revenge.
At some stage I plan on writing a prequel as to how Claire and Jack met, etc. But for now I really want to go with this story. It will have some romance in it, but I will try my best not to make Claire a Mary Sue. Any suggestions are more than welcome.
Please read and review- this is my first fic, be gentle!!!
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Claire smiled as she looked out over the cresting waves towards the glowing sunset. A light wind played with her chocolatey locks, and a loose strand tickled her nose. Pushing it behind her ear, she breathed in the fresh air and smelt a mixture of salt, sunshine and... rum?...
Ahhh... Jack must be close by.
Turning to glance behind her, Claire couldn't help but stop and admire the view as Jack and Mr Cotton strained to firm up one of the halyards. It had been an unusually hot day, and Jack had resorted to taking off his shirt, showing off a broad expanse of bronzed skin. As both men finished the job, and the halyard was secure, Jack felt eyes on him and glanced up in time to catch Claire staring, eyes sparkling with desire. He chuckled as quickly averted her eyes, blushing furiously at being caught out. He swaggered towards her as she spun around to continue watching day turn into dusk.
Claire felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind and pull her gently against a warm solid chest. "Enjoying the view, luv?" Jack's deep voice rumbled against Claire's hairline with a hint of teasing in it. Claire, well aware that Jack was referring to more than just the sunset, responded in an incredibly bored tone. "Well, Captain, I say if you've seen one, you've seen 'em all."
Jack responded with a snort and a chuckle. "You're always made a shockin' liar Claire, me luv. I'm well aware of what I do to ye."
Claire, too, was well aware of what her captain did to her, but not one to give in to soppy emotions, she stood her ground, pointing her finger into his chest.
"Aren't YOU on watch, oh great Captain Sparrow?"
"That I am, lass." Jack returned, not breaking eye contact. Claire leaned in.
"Then who's steering, I wonder?" This comment made Jack spin around to glance at the helm out of concern for his beloved Black Pearl. Jack squinted and saw that Gibbs had things well in hand. He turned back towards Claire to finish their conversation, only to find that she had taken this opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
Damn! Jack thought to himself Getting that girl to open up is like trying to get Mr Cotton's parrot to talk sense!
Noticing for the first time how cold he was without a shirt, now that the sun had disappeared, Jack glanced out towards the horizon. Frowning slightly as he caught sight of lightning in the distance, Jack made his way over towards Gibbs, who at that moment was busy emptying the last bit of rum out of his flask and into his awaiting mouth. Gibbs heard the clinking of Jack's beaded hair as he approached and quickly shoved his flask into his jacket.
"Even'n Capt'n, sir." Gibbs managed to slur.
"Mr Gibbs. How's she holdin'?" Jack asked, still studying the lightning and gathering clouds on the horizon.
"Ahhh... The Pearl be the smoothest ride in the Caribbean, Jack, as ye know."
"That she is, Gibbs, though I have me suspicions it'll be a lot less smooth in the comin' hours." Jack said as he nodded towards the oncoming storm. Gibbs squinted his eyes as he scanned the horizon. A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and he saw the dark clouds Jack was referring to.
"Keep yer weather eye open Mr Gibbs an' alert me when the storm approaches me Pearl." Gibbs nodded his assent and watched as Jack spun around and sauntered off in a half drunk manner, towards the below decks and his first mate.
Coming up-
The hunt for lost treasure... a fierce storm.. and some character development for Claire. Please review!!!! Constructive comments welcome!
Here is a bit of background information about the story I am going to write. It kind of begins half way through, so you need to read below to understand where Claire, my character, is coming from. I might as well mention right now that I don't own POTC or it's characters. No copyright infringement is intended, I am naught but a poor student!
Set a few years after the movie.
Claire, an kickass pirate chick, was captured when her ship was attacked and sunk by the murderous crew of the Nemesis. After several long weeks of torture inflicted by the ruthless Captain Hetherington, who should come to her rescue, but Jack! Through one way or another, Claire and Jack grew very close and are now together, sailing on The Black Pearl as Captain and First Mate. Pillaging and plundering their way through the Caribbean, caught in the odd drama here and there, what should happen when Captain Hetherington returns for revenge.
At some stage I plan on writing a prequel as to how Claire and Jack met, etc. But for now I really want to go with this story. It will have some romance in it, but I will try my best not to make Claire a Mary Sue. Any suggestions are more than welcome.
Please read and review- this is my first fic, be gentle!!!
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Claire smiled as she looked out over the cresting waves towards the glowing sunset. A light wind played with her chocolatey locks, and a loose strand tickled her nose. Pushing it behind her ear, she breathed in the fresh air and smelt a mixture of salt, sunshine and... rum?...
Ahhh... Jack must be close by.
Turning to glance behind her, Claire couldn't help but stop and admire the view as Jack and Mr Cotton strained to firm up one of the halyards. It had been an unusually hot day, and Jack had resorted to taking off his shirt, showing off a broad expanse of bronzed skin. As both men finished the job, and the halyard was secure, Jack felt eyes on him and glanced up in time to catch Claire staring, eyes sparkling with desire. He chuckled as quickly averted her eyes, blushing furiously at being caught out. He swaggered towards her as she spun around to continue watching day turn into dusk.
Claire felt two strong arms wrap around her from behind and pull her gently against a warm solid chest. "Enjoying the view, luv?" Jack's deep voice rumbled against Claire's hairline with a hint of teasing in it. Claire, well aware that Jack was referring to more than just the sunset, responded in an incredibly bored tone. "Well, Captain, I say if you've seen one, you've seen 'em all."
Jack responded with a snort and a chuckle. "You're always made a shockin' liar Claire, me luv. I'm well aware of what I do to ye."
Claire, too, was well aware of what her captain did to her, but not one to give in to soppy emotions, she stood her ground, pointing her finger into his chest.
"Aren't YOU on watch, oh great Captain Sparrow?"
"That I am, lass." Jack returned, not breaking eye contact. Claire leaned in.
"Then who's steering, I wonder?" This comment made Jack spin around to glance at the helm out of concern for his beloved Black Pearl. Jack squinted and saw that Gibbs had things well in hand. He turned back towards Claire to finish their conversation, only to find that she had taken this opportunity to slip away unnoticed.
Damn! Jack thought to himself Getting that girl to open up is like trying to get Mr Cotton's parrot to talk sense!
Noticing for the first time how cold he was without a shirt, now that the sun had disappeared, Jack glanced out towards the horizon. Frowning slightly as he caught sight of lightning in the distance, Jack made his way over towards Gibbs, who at that moment was busy emptying the last bit of rum out of his flask and into his awaiting mouth. Gibbs heard the clinking of Jack's beaded hair as he approached and quickly shoved his flask into his jacket.
"Even'n Capt'n, sir." Gibbs managed to slur.
"Mr Gibbs. How's she holdin'?" Jack asked, still studying the lightning and gathering clouds on the horizon.
"Ahhh... The Pearl be the smoothest ride in the Caribbean, Jack, as ye know."
"That she is, Gibbs, though I have me suspicions it'll be a lot less smooth in the comin' hours." Jack said as he nodded towards the oncoming storm. Gibbs squinted his eyes as he scanned the horizon. A flash of lightning illuminated the sky and he saw the dark clouds Jack was referring to.
"Keep yer weather eye open Mr Gibbs an' alert me when the storm approaches me Pearl." Gibbs nodded his assent and watched as Jack spun around and sauntered off in a half drunk manner, towards the below decks and his first mate.
Coming up-
The hunt for lost treasure... a fierce storm.. and some character development for Claire. Please review!!!! Constructive comments welcome!