Captain Caley McGraw, not the most fearsome of pirates out on the high
seas, with her shoulder length wavy mahogany brown hair held back by a
faded red bandana. Her emerald green eyes seemed a bit out of place for a
pirate of her stature, well any pirate for that matter. However, her
clothes signified her as a pirate with her brown knickers, long sleeved
white shirt dirtied by years at sea, patched red vest and knee high black
boots, her good hoop earrings also signed that she was a pillager. There
she stood as the sun rose into the center of the sky, steering her ship,
the Mimosa. It had long been in her possession, her deceased brother had
built it before his date with the gallows. She had nearly escaped death a
few times herself, once with the help of Captain Sparrow, something that
would never be admitted by her. Her hands were a bit rough from the years
of being against hard wood and sand, it made it easier to steer. Jack made
his way up from the lower deck, not being noticed by Caley as he swaggered
up behind her and gave her a slight hard tap on her back with his finger.
She spun around ending face to face with the old captain of the Pearl,
their faces only inches.
"I thought I told ye to remain in lower decks until further orders, did I not?" She questioned rather harshly as she turned back around to continue steering the ship.
"Aye, ye did, but ye remember, I'm a captain and I can't stay down there for very long," He pleaded as he clasped his hands together and walked around her to face her.
"There was a time when you could stay down there all day 'n' night if I be rememberin' correctly," she glared daggers, if looks could kill, he'd be dead a hundred times over.
"I do remember that, but only you could keep me down there," he grinned at her before continuing, his grin fading as he spoke, "But ye see, I'm a cap'n so I see it fit to sail this ship to where need be."
"'Tis me ship Sparrow, now go where you belong," she hollered, leaning over the wheel and yelling into his face. He winced a bit at her 'grave' mistake.
"It's Cap'n luv, cap'n and the bow IS where I belong!" He hollered back, his patience waning.
She looked at him with a sideways smirk, a look that made his stomach hide in fright of what was going on in her twisted mind. "You are daft aren't you?" he questioned as she grabbed him by the arm roughing and bringing him to the very front of the ship.
"Only as daft as you are CAP'N Sparrow," she smiled an acidic smile as she grabbed some rope in one hand, Jack in the other, he gave a very large gulp before being hoisted up on the very bow of the ship.
The next thing Jack knew, ropes were suspending him by the ornament of the ship directly on the very bow of the ship. If the rope were to break, he would fall crashing to the waves and be lost to Davy Jones's locker.
"I believe she took that a bit too literally," he whispered under his breath, making no attempt to free himself, knowing that the only consequence of freeing himself would result in him falling to an untimely death, after all he was too 'young' to die.
~*~ Meanwhile in the lower decks ~*~
Will was being pressed against by one particular girl, luckily he had finally found out her name, Samantha Reed. She apparently was the most into boys or men, for the two others just sat next to him looking at him and taking him in. The girl from earlier, Ray, sat to his right playing with her straight auburn hair, apparently bored from doing nothing. He stood up for a moment, unsheathing his sword to admire his craftsmanship. It was indeed a fine sword, gold woven into the handle, the blade perfectly sculpted and forged. A yell and the sound of another sword being unsheathed broke his thoughts. Katrina Pryce held her cutlass up to the throat of Will, her eyes looking over at him, watching him.
"Put it away," she stated plainly yet firmly.
"I'm only admiring the craftsmanship," he replied showing her the sword for a moment before taking it back, placing the handle in his hands.
"It must've taken you a while to forge such a blade, my compliments, but put it away," she demanded, her english very well taught, very unlike a pirate.
How did she know that he had forged the blade himself, Will wondered before putting on a stone hard face, "No."
At this point, Samantha rose from her seat and whispered into Will's ear, "Ye don't want to be doin' that. She's the best swordsman in these seas, only lost once to Sparrow."
He tilted his head to the side and looked at Kat with curiousity, "Really? Lost once to Sparrow?"
"That be none of your business!" She spat at him, her crystal-like blue eyes catching Will off-guard.
Samantha pulled on Will's shoulder to attempt to get him to lean towards her, he was a good head or two taller than she was. "She has a good foot- length scar on her left shoulder blade from their duel, it was awful, her left arm has never been the same,"
Will nodded for the information, but doubted that he needed to know that, but maybe for further reference. He turned his attention back to Katrina and for some odd reason, his stomach flipped over. Her raven black hair was pulled back by knotty piece of rope while some strands framed her face. Her skin was tan from being out in the sun very often luckily there were no signs of skin cancer yet. She wore black knickers, a white shirt, black knee high boots, a navy blue vest and a black sash around her waist proving that she indeed have a wonderful figure, the sash showing off her slender waist. His thoughts were interrupt by a sword coming straight towards his midsection, he blocked it with his sword taking a step back.
"I said to put it away mate, but ya didn't listen did ya?" She questioned as she lunged forward, thrusting with her sword.
"No I didn't," Will replied as he blocked her move, and then attacked her himself, but only to be blocked by her sword. The other girls backed off to a corner as Will and Kat began moving around the room, Kat nearly knocking Will's shoulder once or twice. Their duel began to get really heated, at one point it seemed Will was winning until Kat grabbed a rafter, flipped and swung at his head, luckily he ducked. Will could hear Samantha scream when his head was threatened by the sword, he couldn't help but smirk. She was good, probably was one of the best swordsmen out there, her moves were amazing. She charged him, he moved to the side sending her sword in contact with the wood of the ship. He moved away, her sword buried in the wood, he made his move, his sword swung at her until he felt a large surge of pain from his stomach.
Kat could almost get her sword out when Will took advantage and charge her, she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. She did the first thing to come to mind, send him a good kick to the stomach. Once he barreled back a bit, he stumbled over towards her, attempting to still catch his lost breath. She took advantage and kicked the hand holding his sword, sending the sword into the air. She caught it with her left hand and removed her sword with her right hand, holding them both to the fallen Will's neck.
"I told you to put it away, next time listen," She warned as she flipped his sword in her hand, catching it by the blade very carefully and handed it back to its master before sheathing her cutlass.
"And what if I don't?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
She didn't reply, just made her way back over to the corner where she stood before, this time he noticed that her left hand seemed to shake a bit. Something about her fascinated him, maybe it was her swordsmen ship, he had never seen a woman fight like that. She cheated, she was a pirate so of course she won, pirates never fight by the rules or fight fair, but then again, Will was a pirate as well.
~*~*~*~ A/N: Alrightly, I'm putting this chapter up now because I'm going away for a good 3.5 days to Baltimore. I apologize for any typos at the moment, they will be fixed upon my return, I'm writing this early in the morning before I am picked up to leave. I hope this keeps you all entertained for that time that I'm gone because as soon as I get home, I'm adding another chapter, think you can wait that long? I'm sorry to make you guys, but please review! It would be greatly appreciated, thanks! Drink up me 'arties Yo Ho!!! ~*~*~*~*~
"I thought I told ye to remain in lower decks until further orders, did I not?" She questioned rather harshly as she turned back around to continue steering the ship.
"Aye, ye did, but ye remember, I'm a captain and I can't stay down there for very long," He pleaded as he clasped his hands together and walked around her to face her.
"There was a time when you could stay down there all day 'n' night if I be rememberin' correctly," she glared daggers, if looks could kill, he'd be dead a hundred times over.
"I do remember that, but only you could keep me down there," he grinned at her before continuing, his grin fading as he spoke, "But ye see, I'm a cap'n so I see it fit to sail this ship to where need be."
"'Tis me ship Sparrow, now go where you belong," she hollered, leaning over the wheel and yelling into his face. He winced a bit at her 'grave' mistake.
"It's Cap'n luv, cap'n and the bow IS where I belong!" He hollered back, his patience waning.
She looked at him with a sideways smirk, a look that made his stomach hide in fright of what was going on in her twisted mind. "You are daft aren't you?" he questioned as she grabbed him by the arm roughing and bringing him to the very front of the ship.
"Only as daft as you are CAP'N Sparrow," she smiled an acidic smile as she grabbed some rope in one hand, Jack in the other, he gave a very large gulp before being hoisted up on the very bow of the ship.
The next thing Jack knew, ropes were suspending him by the ornament of the ship directly on the very bow of the ship. If the rope were to break, he would fall crashing to the waves and be lost to Davy Jones's locker.
"I believe she took that a bit too literally," he whispered under his breath, making no attempt to free himself, knowing that the only consequence of freeing himself would result in him falling to an untimely death, after all he was too 'young' to die.
~*~ Meanwhile in the lower decks ~*~
Will was being pressed against by one particular girl, luckily he had finally found out her name, Samantha Reed. She apparently was the most into boys or men, for the two others just sat next to him looking at him and taking him in. The girl from earlier, Ray, sat to his right playing with her straight auburn hair, apparently bored from doing nothing. He stood up for a moment, unsheathing his sword to admire his craftsmanship. It was indeed a fine sword, gold woven into the handle, the blade perfectly sculpted and forged. A yell and the sound of another sword being unsheathed broke his thoughts. Katrina Pryce held her cutlass up to the throat of Will, her eyes looking over at him, watching him.
"Put it away," she stated plainly yet firmly.
"I'm only admiring the craftsmanship," he replied showing her the sword for a moment before taking it back, placing the handle in his hands.
"It must've taken you a while to forge such a blade, my compliments, but put it away," she demanded, her english very well taught, very unlike a pirate.
How did she know that he had forged the blade himself, Will wondered before putting on a stone hard face, "No."
At this point, Samantha rose from her seat and whispered into Will's ear, "Ye don't want to be doin' that. She's the best swordsman in these seas, only lost once to Sparrow."
He tilted his head to the side and looked at Kat with curiousity, "Really? Lost once to Sparrow?"
"That be none of your business!" She spat at him, her crystal-like blue eyes catching Will off-guard.
Samantha pulled on Will's shoulder to attempt to get him to lean towards her, he was a good head or two taller than she was. "She has a good foot- length scar on her left shoulder blade from their duel, it was awful, her left arm has never been the same,"
Will nodded for the information, but doubted that he needed to know that, but maybe for further reference. He turned his attention back to Katrina and for some odd reason, his stomach flipped over. Her raven black hair was pulled back by knotty piece of rope while some strands framed her face. Her skin was tan from being out in the sun very often luckily there were no signs of skin cancer yet. She wore black knickers, a white shirt, black knee high boots, a navy blue vest and a black sash around her waist proving that she indeed have a wonderful figure, the sash showing off her slender waist. His thoughts were interrupt by a sword coming straight towards his midsection, he blocked it with his sword taking a step back.
"I said to put it away mate, but ya didn't listen did ya?" She questioned as she lunged forward, thrusting with her sword.
"No I didn't," Will replied as he blocked her move, and then attacked her himself, but only to be blocked by her sword. The other girls backed off to a corner as Will and Kat began moving around the room, Kat nearly knocking Will's shoulder once or twice. Their duel began to get really heated, at one point it seemed Will was winning until Kat grabbed a rafter, flipped and swung at his head, luckily he ducked. Will could hear Samantha scream when his head was threatened by the sword, he couldn't help but smirk. She was good, probably was one of the best swordsmen out there, her moves were amazing. She charged him, he moved to the side sending her sword in contact with the wood of the ship. He moved away, her sword buried in the wood, he made his move, his sword swung at her until he felt a large surge of pain from his stomach.
Kat could almost get her sword out when Will took advantage and charge her, she spotted him out of the corner of her eye. She did the first thing to come to mind, send him a good kick to the stomach. Once he barreled back a bit, he stumbled over towards her, attempting to still catch his lost breath. She took advantage and kicked the hand holding his sword, sending the sword into the air. She caught it with her left hand and removed her sword with her right hand, holding them both to the fallen Will's neck.
"I told you to put it away, next time listen," She warned as she flipped his sword in her hand, catching it by the blade very carefully and handed it back to its master before sheathing her cutlass.
"And what if I don't?" He questioned with a raised eyebrow.
She didn't reply, just made her way back over to the corner where she stood before, this time he noticed that her left hand seemed to shake a bit. Something about her fascinated him, maybe it was her swordsmen ship, he had never seen a woman fight like that. She cheated, she was a pirate so of course she won, pirates never fight by the rules or fight fair, but then again, Will was a pirate as well.
~*~*~*~ A/N: Alrightly, I'm putting this chapter up now because I'm going away for a good 3.5 days to Baltimore. I apologize for any typos at the moment, they will be fixed upon my return, I'm writing this early in the morning before I am picked up to leave. I hope this keeps you all entertained for that time that I'm gone because as soon as I get home, I'm adding another chapter, think you can wait that long? I'm sorry to make you guys, but please review! It would be greatly appreciated, thanks! Drink up me 'arties Yo Ho!!! ~*~*~*~*~