A/N - Thanks all of ye who reviewed, and to all ye other people please
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~Lady Cyann~
Disclaimer - I do no own Pirates of the Caribbean or Jack Sparrow or anything else owned by Disney . a real shame .
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Jack Sparrow awoke in the morning, rubbing his head. He found it ached terribly. The awful dream had returned. He was face to face with the scurvy miscreant pirate that had stolen his Black Pearl, and when the masked buccaneer is about to kill him, a blinding white light ends the dream. But these nightmares were becoming clearer and clearer every night. Jack shook his head and pulled a linen shirt over his head. He was off to find Gianna; she'd know what to do.
In his travels to find Gianna, Jack bumped into a woman he had never seen before. But he had seen many of her kind, if you catch my drift. She wore a scandalously low-cut gown and heavy rouge and lip color.
"Why hello there, Mistah Sparrow," she crooned, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Victoria Dahllas." She stuck out a delicate, ghost pale hand for him to kiss, and when he shook it like he would a man, she glared at him. 'If looks could kill,' Jack thought nervously.
"Well, Miss, it's been nice to meet ye and all, but I've really got to get off and find Gianna now, and. . ." Jack said, but he was interrupted with a thin, bony finger covering his lips.
"Mistah Sparrow," Victoria said seductively, "Or may I call you Jack?"
"I'd really rather you not call me Jack, luv," and then cursed inwardly after using his nickname for all women on this beast.
"I've heard a lot about you, Jack," Victoria continued, "And I feel that we should get," here she ran her hand over Jack's backside, "better acquainted."
"Woman!" Jack said roughly, pushing her none too gently away from him, "I've no want for your affections!"
"I'll give you time, Jack my dear," Victoria, unruffled, said, "You'll be wanting my affections soon enough." And she swaggered off.
Jack covered his face with a hand, groaning.
"Why must I be so damned attractive?"
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Gianna lit up visibly as she saw Jack make her way towards him. She was alone at the aft of the Vesuvius, just having received their bearings.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, coming towards him, "We're naught but 4 days away from Isla de la Muerta!"
"Lass that's wonderful!" Jack said, his face aglow with happiness.
"I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you for what you've done for me these past weeks, lass." He said huskily, his face now inches from Gianna, "But I've some ideas."
Gianna, sensing his mood, put both her hands on his chest and pushed him back. She cleared her throat and asked, "And to what do I owe the honor of your presence here, Mr. Sparrow?"
The walls were back up. Jack could always tell because, when Gianna went on the defensive, she called him Mr. Sparrow. Why couldn't she open up to him?
"Well lass, I've been having a problem, and since you're a smart lass, I was hoping you could help me fix it."
When Gianna motioned for Jack to continue, he said, "I've had this recurring dream where that, that, masked pirate who took me Pearl, damn him to the depths. He's always about to shoot me dead and send me to see Old Scratch when there's this light, it's terrible and beautiful at the same time, and then I wake up." Jack finished, looking at Gianna with hopeful eyes. Would she be able to interpret the dream?
But, inside, Gianna knew not what to say. She just looked at him, bewildered and lost in her own thoughts. A dream like the one Jack had just described was usually known to mean something. But what?
"It's probably just a dream," Gianna said, against her better judgment, "Twas just something you ate before sleep, darling. You'll be fine in a couple of nights." She kissed him on the lips and took off in another direction.
Jack was befuddled by her behavior. Had she detected something strange about his dream as well?
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Jack headed to the helm, excited. Gianna was finally ready to allow him to steer the Vesuvius. The stately ship was like her infant child. Much like the Black Pearl was to Jack. Remembering his Pearl, he felt a pang of sadness. But he consoled himself with the idea that we would be united with her soon. He took the wheel, and basked in the familiar feeling of hundreds of pounds of ship at his command. They were mere days from Isla de la Muerta. He thought about his ladylove. But when that word came to mind, he thought not of the Black Pearl, but of Gianna. He thought of her beautiful tan face framed by wavy black locks and smiled. But then he frowned, wondering why she wouldn't open up and give him her heart. He thought he might love her, and the thought of her not loving him made his heart scream and ache. New feelings to Jack Sparrow.
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Victoria crouched in the shadows, watching Jack return from the wheel. As soon as Jack passed, she would jump him and push him through the open door of her cabin. He crossed the floor and she leapt into action. She managed to knock him to the ground using the element of surprise. She perched on top of Jack, removing his shirt. He fought her with his hands.
"Get the hell off me you whore!" He screamed, but Victoria muffled his voice with her mouth. Jack moved to bite her lips. He swatted at her face and tried to force her off his stomach with his knees.
"You want me and you know it," Victoria whispered harshly, "And I want you too. Why don't we just forget all chivalry and be together?"
Before Jack could stop himself, he said, "No you disgusting strumpet! I would never have you! I love Gianna!" As soon as the captain's name left his mouth, he regretted it. It didn't help that this was mind boggling to himself, seeing as how it was the first time he admitted it, even to himself. He loved Gianna Cirocco.
With that Victoria hit Jack Sparrow over the head with a bottle, just hard enough to dull his senses, but not knock him out. She found him much easier to kiss and caress then. Just then, Gianna walked by and all hell broke loose.
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Disclaimer - I do no own Pirates of the Caribbean or Jack Sparrow or anything else owned by Disney . a real shame .
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Jack Sparrow awoke in the morning, rubbing his head. He found it ached terribly. The awful dream had returned. He was face to face with the scurvy miscreant pirate that had stolen his Black Pearl, and when the masked buccaneer is about to kill him, a blinding white light ends the dream. But these nightmares were becoming clearer and clearer every night. Jack shook his head and pulled a linen shirt over his head. He was off to find Gianna; she'd know what to do.
In his travels to find Gianna, Jack bumped into a woman he had never seen before. But he had seen many of her kind, if you catch my drift. She wore a scandalously low-cut gown and heavy rouge and lip color.
"Why hello there, Mistah Sparrow," she crooned, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Victoria Dahllas." She stuck out a delicate, ghost pale hand for him to kiss, and when he shook it like he would a man, she glared at him. 'If looks could kill,' Jack thought nervously.
"Well, Miss, it's been nice to meet ye and all, but I've really got to get off and find Gianna now, and. . ." Jack said, but he was interrupted with a thin, bony finger covering his lips.
"Mistah Sparrow," Victoria said seductively, "Or may I call you Jack?"
"I'd really rather you not call me Jack, luv," and then cursed inwardly after using his nickname for all women on this beast.
"I've heard a lot about you, Jack," Victoria continued, "And I feel that we should get," here she ran her hand over Jack's backside, "better acquainted."
"Woman!" Jack said roughly, pushing her none too gently away from him, "I've no want for your affections!"
"I'll give you time, Jack my dear," Victoria, unruffled, said, "You'll be wanting my affections soon enough." And she swaggered off.
Jack covered his face with a hand, groaning.
"Why must I be so damned attractive?"
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Gianna lit up visibly as she saw Jack make her way towards him. She was alone at the aft of the Vesuvius, just having received their bearings.
"Jack!" she exclaimed, coming towards him, "We're naught but 4 days away from Isla de la Muerta!"
"Lass that's wonderful!" Jack said, his face aglow with happiness.
"I don't know how I'm ever going to thank you for what you've done for me these past weeks, lass." He said huskily, his face now inches from Gianna, "But I've some ideas."
Gianna, sensing his mood, put both her hands on his chest and pushed him back. She cleared her throat and asked, "And to what do I owe the honor of your presence here, Mr. Sparrow?"
The walls were back up. Jack could always tell because, when Gianna went on the defensive, she called him Mr. Sparrow. Why couldn't she open up to him?
"Well lass, I've been having a problem, and since you're a smart lass, I was hoping you could help me fix it."
When Gianna motioned for Jack to continue, he said, "I've had this recurring dream where that, that, masked pirate who took me Pearl, damn him to the depths. He's always about to shoot me dead and send me to see Old Scratch when there's this light, it's terrible and beautiful at the same time, and then I wake up." Jack finished, looking at Gianna with hopeful eyes. Would she be able to interpret the dream?
But, inside, Gianna knew not what to say. She just looked at him, bewildered and lost in her own thoughts. A dream like the one Jack had just described was usually known to mean something. But what?
"It's probably just a dream," Gianna said, against her better judgment, "Twas just something you ate before sleep, darling. You'll be fine in a couple of nights." She kissed him on the lips and took off in another direction.
Jack was befuddled by her behavior. Had she detected something strange about his dream as well?
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Jack headed to the helm, excited. Gianna was finally ready to allow him to steer the Vesuvius. The stately ship was like her infant child. Much like the Black Pearl was to Jack. Remembering his Pearl, he felt a pang of sadness. But he consoled himself with the idea that we would be united with her soon. He took the wheel, and basked in the familiar feeling of hundreds of pounds of ship at his command. They were mere days from Isla de la Muerta. He thought about his ladylove. But when that word came to mind, he thought not of the Black Pearl, but of Gianna. He thought of her beautiful tan face framed by wavy black locks and smiled. But then he frowned, wondering why she wouldn't open up and give him her heart. He thought he might love her, and the thought of her not loving him made his heart scream and ache. New feelings to Jack Sparrow.
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Victoria crouched in the shadows, watching Jack return from the wheel. As soon as Jack passed, she would jump him and push him through the open door of her cabin. He crossed the floor and she leapt into action. She managed to knock him to the ground using the element of surprise. She perched on top of Jack, removing his shirt. He fought her with his hands.
"Get the hell off me you whore!" He screamed, but Victoria muffled his voice with her mouth. Jack moved to bite her lips. He swatted at her face and tried to force her off his stomach with his knees.
"You want me and you know it," Victoria whispered harshly, "And I want you too. Why don't we just forget all chivalry and be together?"
Before Jack could stop himself, he said, "No you disgusting strumpet! I would never have you! I love Gianna!" As soon as the captain's name left his mouth, he regretted it. It didn't help that this was mind boggling to himself, seeing as how it was the first time he admitted it, even to himself. He loved Gianna Cirocco.
With that Victoria hit Jack Sparrow over the head with a bottle, just hard enough to dull his senses, but not knock him out. She found him much easier to kiss and caress then. Just then, Gianna walked by and all hell broke loose.
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