By the way, I don't own anything. Unfortunately.the things I could do with
Jack...*ahem*. Oh, I do own Charlotte though!
2: Prospects
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"James! Help!" Charlotte Swann repeated, clutching the itchy, woollen blanket to her chest, terrified at the notion of having pirates standing in front of her.
"Love, I told ye. All dead." The pirate told her, clearly frustrated with having to repeat himself.
"You killed them!" Charlotte accused, to which the pirate chuckled.
"I know better than to mess with the Queen's navy, love." He informed her, edging closer, as the mysterious female pirate left- Charlotte couldn't understand why any normal female would want to be a pirate! A pirate, of all things-and she was left alone with him.
"So if you didn't kill them, who did?" Charlotte demanded, confused.
"Couldn't tell you." He said, reaching her trembling self, an inch or so away from her, so she could smell the rum on his breath. "Just what are we going to do with you love?"
"Please don't kill me!" She begged, closing her eyes, scared by the humour in the pirate's chocolate-coloured eyes.
"Why wouldn't I?" He growled, pressing against her, causing Charlotte to shiver. His body felt warm against hers, through her thin blanket, and thinner cotton nightdress.
Charlotte's eyes flew open, to find his head tilted, a smirk playing on his features. "Tell me love, why I possibly wouldn't want to kill you?"
"My uncle will have you hanged!" She blurted out, trying to push him away, with no avail- she was quite weak against him, and he resulted into pinning her arms against the wall, the blanket falling down, revealing her white nightdress, startlingly bright against her lightly tanned skin.
"Yer uncle? Surely someone I haven't met?"
"My uncle is expecting me in a few weeks time, and if I don't arrive, he will send people to look for me!" She retorted, as his eyes swept over her, as the blanket drifted to the floor. She blushed, against her will, and desperately wanted to cover herself up again.
"Who, exactly, is yer uncle, darlin'?"
"My uncle is the governor of Port Royal, and once he finds out I've been threatened by pirates-"
"So yer cousins with Elizabeth?" The pirate interrupted, his smile showing his gold teeth.
"I am." She replied, wondering how they'd gotten off course- shouldn't he be stabbing her now?
"Well then, I fear the wrath of Miss Swann more than the Governor- and I haven't seen her or Will for a while.so why don't we take a detour, and take ye to dear Lizzie?"
"You know Elizabeth?" Charlotte repeated, wanting to fan herself- how did her cousin know with pirates- please don't say she associated with them!
"I know her very well, love. And if I kill her cousin, I imagine she'll want to kill me- and no one kills Captain Jack Sparrow.savvy?"
"Your captain Jack Sparrow?" Charlotte gasped, and felt the blood drain from her face.
"You've heard of me?" Jack asked, a little hopefully.
"I've read about you!" Charlotte said, trying to break free from his tight hold. "I refuse to travel on your ship!"
"Its not like ye got much choice, is it? This ship'll be sinking soon, and you don't want to be drownin' now, do ye?"
Charlotte looked down, and signed. He was right. What prospects did she have? "My uncle will hang you if your hurt me!"
"And we wouldn't be wanting that!" He agreed, finally letting her go, to which she immediately grabbed her blanket, and glared at him.
"Right, come on then. I'll take you across and introduce you to the-" Jack began, but was interrupted by a loud shudder, and the ship suddenly jerking to the side, causing Charlotte to stumble, to which Jack stepped out and steadied her. "Careful love." He told her. "Best be going now."
"Wait, don't I get to pack?"
He signed. "Hurry up!"
Dropping her blanket, she rushed to pack up her belongings, her clothes, essentials, and most treasured possession, her leather-bound journal. Placing them all in a leather travel case, she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, covering the low-cut nightdress a little, and told Jack she was ready.
He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the cabin, to be confronted with the sharp sting of rain, and fearsome booms of thunder, with the odd strike of lighting. The Pearl was drifting a few metres away, and had no means of crossing, the boarding plank broken and shattered in the sea.
"Come on love, we'll have to travel another way," He told her, spying a length of rope attached to the torn sails.
"No! I refuse to-" Charlotte began, until Jack grabbed her around her waist, grabbed the case off her, and wrapping his callused hand around the rough texture of rope. Charlotte shrieked, and clung to his long coat with all her strength, burying her head into his shoulder.
He took a few quick steps back, and then jumped, the rope sailing them through the air, and Charlotte glanced up, felt the wind blowing through her hair, and felt something she hadn't expected- excitement, not fear.
Glancing to Captain Jack Sparrow's face, she regarding him properly, as a man, not a fearsome pirate- with tanned skin, and dark eyes, and hair twisted in dreadlocks with all sorts of beads woven in, he looked quite the pirate, but his deep brown eyes enchanted her, and his tanned, strong body didn't hurt either.
Charlotte blushed at her thoughts, and hoped Jack couldn't read minds, as they dropped onto the floor of the black Pearl, Charlotte landing on top of Jack, groaning in pain- she'd have bruises, for sure.
"Easy, love, easy," He said, smirking, gently pulling her off, and helping her up. She shot him a glare, and flicked her hair over her shoulder in what she hoped was a haughty manner.
"Show me to my room!" Charlotte demanded, ignoring his suggestive glances- she noticed she'd lost her shawl in the flight from the Princess, and was rapidly growing freezing. "Please," She added, in a slightly more polite tone. "I'm growing rather cold."
"What makes you think ye'll have a cabin, love?" Jack asked her, raising an eyebrow. "Ye can kip in my cabin for now."
"Sleep? In you cabin? With you?" Charlotte repeated, her eyes widening.
"Sleeping with me- didn't know you were that keen love, but I am willing to satisfy any-"
"I'm an engaged woman!" Charlotte declared, shooting him another poisoned look. "Just show me where."
"Don't mind if yer engaged- I'm not picky." He grinned again, and pointed in the direction to the cabin, which she proceeded to stomp to in an unladylike manner.
"We got ourselves a right little madam on board, crew!" Jack yelled, the girl herself looking murderous as she slammed the door to his cabin. "And we be taking a detour to Port Royal!"
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Decided to make this one longer.
Great big grins to matt and Snape's_Faery and Snape's Faith! ( You'll each get an endless supply of gratefulness from me! And come on everyone! Go review, and tell me exactly what you think.and I'm not afraid of brutal honesty either.
2: Prospects
~*~*~
"James! Help!" Charlotte Swann repeated, clutching the itchy, woollen blanket to her chest, terrified at the notion of having pirates standing in front of her.
"Love, I told ye. All dead." The pirate told her, clearly frustrated with having to repeat himself.
"You killed them!" Charlotte accused, to which the pirate chuckled.
"I know better than to mess with the Queen's navy, love." He informed her, edging closer, as the mysterious female pirate left- Charlotte couldn't understand why any normal female would want to be a pirate! A pirate, of all things-and she was left alone with him.
"So if you didn't kill them, who did?" Charlotte demanded, confused.
"Couldn't tell you." He said, reaching her trembling self, an inch or so away from her, so she could smell the rum on his breath. "Just what are we going to do with you love?"
"Please don't kill me!" She begged, closing her eyes, scared by the humour in the pirate's chocolate-coloured eyes.
"Why wouldn't I?" He growled, pressing against her, causing Charlotte to shiver. His body felt warm against hers, through her thin blanket, and thinner cotton nightdress.
Charlotte's eyes flew open, to find his head tilted, a smirk playing on his features. "Tell me love, why I possibly wouldn't want to kill you?"
"My uncle will have you hanged!" She blurted out, trying to push him away, with no avail- she was quite weak against him, and he resulted into pinning her arms against the wall, the blanket falling down, revealing her white nightdress, startlingly bright against her lightly tanned skin.
"Yer uncle? Surely someone I haven't met?"
"My uncle is expecting me in a few weeks time, and if I don't arrive, he will send people to look for me!" She retorted, as his eyes swept over her, as the blanket drifted to the floor. She blushed, against her will, and desperately wanted to cover herself up again.
"Who, exactly, is yer uncle, darlin'?"
"My uncle is the governor of Port Royal, and once he finds out I've been threatened by pirates-"
"So yer cousins with Elizabeth?" The pirate interrupted, his smile showing his gold teeth.
"I am." She replied, wondering how they'd gotten off course- shouldn't he be stabbing her now?
"Well then, I fear the wrath of Miss Swann more than the Governor- and I haven't seen her or Will for a while.so why don't we take a detour, and take ye to dear Lizzie?"
"You know Elizabeth?" Charlotte repeated, wanting to fan herself- how did her cousin know with pirates- please don't say she associated with them!
"I know her very well, love. And if I kill her cousin, I imagine she'll want to kill me- and no one kills Captain Jack Sparrow.savvy?"
"Your captain Jack Sparrow?" Charlotte gasped, and felt the blood drain from her face.
"You've heard of me?" Jack asked, a little hopefully.
"I've read about you!" Charlotte said, trying to break free from his tight hold. "I refuse to travel on your ship!"
"Its not like ye got much choice, is it? This ship'll be sinking soon, and you don't want to be drownin' now, do ye?"
Charlotte looked down, and signed. He was right. What prospects did she have? "My uncle will hang you if your hurt me!"
"And we wouldn't be wanting that!" He agreed, finally letting her go, to which she immediately grabbed her blanket, and glared at him.
"Right, come on then. I'll take you across and introduce you to the-" Jack began, but was interrupted by a loud shudder, and the ship suddenly jerking to the side, causing Charlotte to stumble, to which Jack stepped out and steadied her. "Careful love." He told her. "Best be going now."
"Wait, don't I get to pack?"
He signed. "Hurry up!"
Dropping her blanket, she rushed to pack up her belongings, her clothes, essentials, and most treasured possession, her leather-bound journal. Placing them all in a leather travel case, she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders, covering the low-cut nightdress a little, and told Jack she was ready.
He grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the cabin, to be confronted with the sharp sting of rain, and fearsome booms of thunder, with the odd strike of lighting. The Pearl was drifting a few metres away, and had no means of crossing, the boarding plank broken and shattered in the sea.
"Come on love, we'll have to travel another way," He told her, spying a length of rope attached to the torn sails.
"No! I refuse to-" Charlotte began, until Jack grabbed her around her waist, grabbed the case off her, and wrapping his callused hand around the rough texture of rope. Charlotte shrieked, and clung to his long coat with all her strength, burying her head into his shoulder.
He took a few quick steps back, and then jumped, the rope sailing them through the air, and Charlotte glanced up, felt the wind blowing through her hair, and felt something she hadn't expected- excitement, not fear.
Glancing to Captain Jack Sparrow's face, she regarding him properly, as a man, not a fearsome pirate- with tanned skin, and dark eyes, and hair twisted in dreadlocks with all sorts of beads woven in, he looked quite the pirate, but his deep brown eyes enchanted her, and his tanned, strong body didn't hurt either.
Charlotte blushed at her thoughts, and hoped Jack couldn't read minds, as they dropped onto the floor of the black Pearl, Charlotte landing on top of Jack, groaning in pain- she'd have bruises, for sure.
"Easy, love, easy," He said, smirking, gently pulling her off, and helping her up. She shot him a glare, and flicked her hair over her shoulder in what she hoped was a haughty manner.
"Show me to my room!" Charlotte demanded, ignoring his suggestive glances- she noticed she'd lost her shawl in the flight from the Princess, and was rapidly growing freezing. "Please," She added, in a slightly more polite tone. "I'm growing rather cold."
"What makes you think ye'll have a cabin, love?" Jack asked her, raising an eyebrow. "Ye can kip in my cabin for now."
"Sleep? In you cabin? With you?" Charlotte repeated, her eyes widening.
"Sleeping with me- didn't know you were that keen love, but I am willing to satisfy any-"
"I'm an engaged woman!" Charlotte declared, shooting him another poisoned look. "Just show me where."
"Don't mind if yer engaged- I'm not picky." He grinned again, and pointed in the direction to the cabin, which she proceeded to stomp to in an unladylike manner.
"We got ourselves a right little madam on board, crew!" Jack yelled, the girl herself looking murderous as she slammed the door to his cabin. "And we be taking a detour to Port Royal!"
~*~*~
Decided to make this one longer.
Great big grins to matt and Snape's_Faery and Snape's Faith! ( You'll each get an endless supply of gratefulness from me! And come on everyone! Go review, and tell me exactly what you think.and I'm not afraid of brutal honesty either.