A/N - Hello friends. Welcome to the next chapter of Love's Regatta.
Please keep you arms in legs inside the vehicle at all times. . . Just
kidding! Anyways, enjoy this one, folks! Review!
Disclaimer - Lady Cyann does not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Lady Cyann wishes and wishes that she owned Jack Sparrow, but she does not. Lady Cyann realizes that if she pretended to own these things she would get sued, so Lady Cyann writes a disclaimer (in third person).
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As last minute preparations for the endeavor were taking place, Will Turner startled Gianna immensely by tapping her on the shoulder. She jumped about three feet in the air before turning around and looking at him spitefully. She was inwardly amused at the shiner Jack had given him. 'That's my boy,' she thought affectionately.
"Miss Cirocco- I mean Captain- I mean Ma'am- I mean, oh bother," He began, struggling.
"Out with it, kid!" Gianna whispered rather loudly.
"I would just like to apologize for my actions," He began shyly. Gianna rolled her eyes until she saw the sincerity in Will's face. He looked at the ground and awkwardly dug his feet around in the sand. "You must excuse me because, first of all, I have this terrible habit of not thinking before I act and when I do act, I do stupid things. Jack can tell you that." Here he smiled grimly. He then continued, "Secondly, I've been locked in the bilges of a ship under the command of an insanely jealous, greedy, and rageful pirate. I'm a little out of it lately."
"Now, now, don't go getting all upset over me," Gianna said. She had been offended, but she was sure that this boy was truly sorry for what he did. "I understand that many of the lady pirates here in the Spanish Main are the type you described, but you just have to realize that I'm one of a kind." She winked at Will and walked away, in Jack's direction.
"Psst, Jack!" Gianna whispered, trying to get his attention. "Mr. Turner apologized in earnest a moment ago." But Jack was not listening. "Jack!" she said again, this time prodding him with her finger. All of a sudden Jack cursed loudly and tackled Gianna, pinning her to the ground. The sound of gunshots filled their senses and bullets pierced the air over head. "Stay.Completely.Silent.And.Don't. Move." Jack annunciated in a painfully slow voice. Will slid over to them on his hands and knees. He moved fluidly, like a snake. They could hear the voices of the drunken pirates.
"Musta jus' been a wil' boar!" One said loudly. The other one, who had fired the shots, murmured his agreement. They retreated into the forest of palms. Jack leaned into Will and said, "Chum, are ye sure ye don't want to come with us?" Will refused firmly, insisting that he never wanted to go through what he had just been through again. Jack shrugged and boldly said, "Onward!"
Jack and Gianna crouched in the underbrush, watching more drunken pirates disembark from the Black Pearl onto the sand. Obviously, the captain had realized that these men needed to see land. A slim proud gentleman with an outrageous hat walked down the gangplank, and Jack realized it must be the captain. He recognized the man from his dreams. He nudged Gianna ever so gently and she nodded, not even turning to look at him. The slightest rustling of the bushes could betray their position. As most of the men wandered further inland, the duo saw their opening. They stole away into the impending dusk and into the cool, clear waters of the Caribbean Sea. Jack squeezed through a gun port and pulled Gianna in after him. They had made it.
Gianna slumped breathlessly to the floor. The adrenaline rush had faded, and now they had to face the exhaustion.
"Where are we going to hide as stowaways until you're ready to confront this nightmarish captain?" Gianna asked Jack when they had both caught their breath.
Jack looked around rapidly, knowing that they had to find a place to stay, and quick. He spied a crate full of cotton about the size of a desk.
"Aye, that'll do," He said, smiling widely.
He grabbed Gianna's arm and pulled her up next to the crate. With much strength and grunting, Jack lifted the crate's top open. He removed the barrels of cotton and slipped inside. Gianna clambered in after him. It wasn't exactly what you'd call spacious, and to be comfortable, Gianna had to sit in Jack's lap. Not that she minded.
As Gianna positioned herself in Jack's lap, he smiled at her warmly. But she wanted to get down to business. He leaned in to kiss her, but Gianna stopped him.
"Ok, what's the plan?" She asked solemnly. Jack, annoyed that he had to talk about their situation instead of making out, made a face. Gianna laughed.
"Well, luv, my plan was that we stay here in these comfortable quarters, all alone for the rest of the voyage, with only each other's company to enjoy." He tried to kiss Gianna again, but she resisted.
'So you're not intending to throw caution to the wind and square with the man who stole your ship?" Gianna asked, shocked that Jack was being so nonchalant about his Pearl.
Jack frowned.
"I don't want to put you in danger, darling," he said, "You're all I want now. The Black Pearl is only a ship." He choked on these last words and Gianna could tell by the look in his eyes that he was lying to her. She punched him playfully.
"Mr. Sparrow, I'm pretty sure I know you by now. Don't try to lie to me, because it won't work. I can tell. Also, thought you may choose to forget it, I am a pirate as much as you. Don't worry about me because I could take care of myself before you came along, and I'm still capable of that now." She finished, and nodded her head for affirmation and emphasis.
"That was a WONDERFUL speech, luv." Jack said, his voice dripping honey. "Now will you give us a kiss?" He leaned in for the third time, and this time she let him kiss her. She had teased him enough; let the baby have its bottle.
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Jack and Gianna spent the next couple of days set apart from the world. They heard various pirate sounds from above deck: guns going off, cannon fire, shouting, and brawls. Sometimes they were able to listen as some of the older and more experienced pirates regaled the rest of the crew with stories.
Since they always left the crate a bit open for breathing purposes, water would often rush in as the ship hit a wave. Jack could tell they were getting farther and farther away from the Caribbean and heading northward, because the water grew more and more frigid each day. Gianna, a tropical creature, would often have to huddle up to Jack for warmth, and even fell ill with the chills.
They passed the time in different ways. Sometimes Jack would tell Gianna the stories of the Pearl and other pirates, other times Gianna would spin the yarns of her own interesting past. Sometimes they would fall asleep together, just content to enjoy each other's company. It was a long couple of days that they both enjoyed.
One morning Jack woke up suddenly. He jerked violently, smacking his head on the top of the crate. He cursed profusely and Gianna stirred.
"What, what happened?" she asked groggily.
Jack looked straight ahead, his pupils huge and his eyes unblinking.
"Today's the day," he said.
Disclaimer - Lady Cyann does not own Pirates of the Caribbean. Lady Cyann wishes and wishes that she owned Jack Sparrow, but she does not. Lady Cyann realizes that if she pretended to own these things she would get sued, so Lady Cyann writes a disclaimer (in third person).
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As last minute preparations for the endeavor were taking place, Will Turner startled Gianna immensely by tapping her on the shoulder. She jumped about three feet in the air before turning around and looking at him spitefully. She was inwardly amused at the shiner Jack had given him. 'That's my boy,' she thought affectionately.
"Miss Cirocco- I mean Captain- I mean Ma'am- I mean, oh bother," He began, struggling.
"Out with it, kid!" Gianna whispered rather loudly.
"I would just like to apologize for my actions," He began shyly. Gianna rolled her eyes until she saw the sincerity in Will's face. He looked at the ground and awkwardly dug his feet around in the sand. "You must excuse me because, first of all, I have this terrible habit of not thinking before I act and when I do act, I do stupid things. Jack can tell you that." Here he smiled grimly. He then continued, "Secondly, I've been locked in the bilges of a ship under the command of an insanely jealous, greedy, and rageful pirate. I'm a little out of it lately."
"Now, now, don't go getting all upset over me," Gianna said. She had been offended, but she was sure that this boy was truly sorry for what he did. "I understand that many of the lady pirates here in the Spanish Main are the type you described, but you just have to realize that I'm one of a kind." She winked at Will and walked away, in Jack's direction.
"Psst, Jack!" Gianna whispered, trying to get his attention. "Mr. Turner apologized in earnest a moment ago." But Jack was not listening. "Jack!" she said again, this time prodding him with her finger. All of a sudden Jack cursed loudly and tackled Gianna, pinning her to the ground. The sound of gunshots filled their senses and bullets pierced the air over head. "Stay.Completely.Silent.And.Don't. Move." Jack annunciated in a painfully slow voice. Will slid over to them on his hands and knees. He moved fluidly, like a snake. They could hear the voices of the drunken pirates.
"Musta jus' been a wil' boar!" One said loudly. The other one, who had fired the shots, murmured his agreement. They retreated into the forest of palms. Jack leaned into Will and said, "Chum, are ye sure ye don't want to come with us?" Will refused firmly, insisting that he never wanted to go through what he had just been through again. Jack shrugged and boldly said, "Onward!"
Jack and Gianna crouched in the underbrush, watching more drunken pirates disembark from the Black Pearl onto the sand. Obviously, the captain had realized that these men needed to see land. A slim proud gentleman with an outrageous hat walked down the gangplank, and Jack realized it must be the captain. He recognized the man from his dreams. He nudged Gianna ever so gently and she nodded, not even turning to look at him. The slightest rustling of the bushes could betray their position. As most of the men wandered further inland, the duo saw their opening. They stole away into the impending dusk and into the cool, clear waters of the Caribbean Sea. Jack squeezed through a gun port and pulled Gianna in after him. They had made it.
Gianna slumped breathlessly to the floor. The adrenaline rush had faded, and now they had to face the exhaustion.
"Where are we going to hide as stowaways until you're ready to confront this nightmarish captain?" Gianna asked Jack when they had both caught their breath.
Jack looked around rapidly, knowing that they had to find a place to stay, and quick. He spied a crate full of cotton about the size of a desk.
"Aye, that'll do," He said, smiling widely.
He grabbed Gianna's arm and pulled her up next to the crate. With much strength and grunting, Jack lifted the crate's top open. He removed the barrels of cotton and slipped inside. Gianna clambered in after him. It wasn't exactly what you'd call spacious, and to be comfortable, Gianna had to sit in Jack's lap. Not that she minded.
As Gianna positioned herself in Jack's lap, he smiled at her warmly. But she wanted to get down to business. He leaned in to kiss her, but Gianna stopped him.
"Ok, what's the plan?" She asked solemnly. Jack, annoyed that he had to talk about their situation instead of making out, made a face. Gianna laughed.
"Well, luv, my plan was that we stay here in these comfortable quarters, all alone for the rest of the voyage, with only each other's company to enjoy." He tried to kiss Gianna again, but she resisted.
'So you're not intending to throw caution to the wind and square with the man who stole your ship?" Gianna asked, shocked that Jack was being so nonchalant about his Pearl.
Jack frowned.
"I don't want to put you in danger, darling," he said, "You're all I want now. The Black Pearl is only a ship." He choked on these last words and Gianna could tell by the look in his eyes that he was lying to her. She punched him playfully.
"Mr. Sparrow, I'm pretty sure I know you by now. Don't try to lie to me, because it won't work. I can tell. Also, thought you may choose to forget it, I am a pirate as much as you. Don't worry about me because I could take care of myself before you came along, and I'm still capable of that now." She finished, and nodded her head for affirmation and emphasis.
"That was a WONDERFUL speech, luv." Jack said, his voice dripping honey. "Now will you give us a kiss?" He leaned in for the third time, and this time she let him kiss her. She had teased him enough; let the baby have its bottle.
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Jack and Gianna spent the next couple of days set apart from the world. They heard various pirate sounds from above deck: guns going off, cannon fire, shouting, and brawls. Sometimes they were able to listen as some of the older and more experienced pirates regaled the rest of the crew with stories.
Since they always left the crate a bit open for breathing purposes, water would often rush in as the ship hit a wave. Jack could tell they were getting farther and farther away from the Caribbean and heading northward, because the water grew more and more frigid each day. Gianna, a tropical creature, would often have to huddle up to Jack for warmth, and even fell ill with the chills.
They passed the time in different ways. Sometimes Jack would tell Gianna the stories of the Pearl and other pirates, other times Gianna would spin the yarns of her own interesting past. Sometimes they would fall asleep together, just content to enjoy each other's company. It was a long couple of days that they both enjoyed.
One morning Jack woke up suddenly. He jerked violently, smacking his head on the top of the crate. He cursed profusely and Gianna stirred.
"What, what happened?" she asked groggily.
Jack looked straight ahead, his pupils huge and his eyes unblinking.
"Today's the day," he said.