DISCLAIMER:
I think I've said this before…right Jack?
Jack: "Aye, ye don't own me, as no woman should."
I was speaking to the monkey that was named Jack.
Monkey Jack: Screeching.
Jack: "Bloody monkey, why aren't ye dead?!"
Good monkey, here's some rum. :: hands monkey rum::
Monkey Jack: "ooohhh…"
Jack: "Ok, ye don't own me or nothin' te do wit the movie…but the world would be better if ye did,"
That's better.
Jack: "Where's me rum?"
The monkey has it.
Jack: "Why ye little rat! Git back here wit me rum!!" :: Begins chasing monkey back and forth in background::
As I was saying, I don't own anything to do with the movie, but everything else is mine!
Jack: "Come back here!" ::Running by::
Isn't he cute?
Jack: "AHH! It bit me! The bloody monkey bit me!"
Bite back.
Jack: ::Draws out gun::
Monkey Jack: ::Jumps on my head::
Uh oh…On with the story!!!
Back by popular demand, A Pirate's Tale
Chapter 5
A cool breeze blew in Jack's face. He was standing in front of the helm of The Black Pearl watching the horizon stretched beyond him, taunting him to come and follow.
"I'm comin'…I'm comin'…" Jack whispered to himself. This was home, where he was meant to be. He had rum overflowing and treasures galore…and he had his freedom. It was perfect. That is until he suddenly found himself underwater. He was looking up at the surface where everything black. Jack surfaced for the air he needed so desperately, but when he broke the surface he found that the ocean was swaying in turmoil. Storm clouds stretched as far as the eye could see. Lighting striked the water a mile or so away. 10 foot waves yanked and pushed Jack around ruthlessly. He took a deep breath and dived back into the ocean. The water was warm and seemed to cradle him. While the sea roared above, it did little to the calmness below. Jack wanted to stay down there, in the warmth, in the calmness, but once again his need for air brought him to the surface. Conflict warred inside, he needed the air to breath, but the ocean beckoned him down under again. Then, the shadow of a boat formed coming towards him. A figure unseen reached out for him, but the ocean refused to let Jack go. A tug-o-war began and that was when Jack awoke.
He felt cold water splash all over him, but when he realized he wasn't in the ocean his eyes flew open to see a glowering face starring down at him. It took him a moment to recognize the face and remember the events that had led up to where he was now. The problem was, he didn't know where he was. He then remembered when he was being shot at and everything went black.
"Am I dead?! Oh my- is this hell! Where am I! Are ye a demon?!" Jack yelled deliriously. The woman smacked him and caused to him to stop his rambling.
"I felt that…" he mumbled. "I'm alive! I'm alive! I'm-why in bloody hell did ye slap me? I-" Jack stopped asking questions when a lighting strike of pain washed over his head. He held his head between his hands moaning, and laid back down when the room started spinning. "What happened?"
"It's about time you woke up. I was getting tired of taking care of you. Frankly I don't know why I did. I suppose out of some sort of pity, but from where I don't know. You held me hostage, got me in trouble, and then forced me into a boat with you," The woman said.
"I didn't force ye into the boat! Ye jumped in!" Jack snapped back, until he realized that yelling made his head hurt even worse. This wasn't a hangover headache. It was a headache that he had never experienced before.
"How dare you accuse me of jumping into that-that…it's your fault! Besides, if I hadn't been in that boat you would probably be dead right now," The woman said.
"Did I get shot? Is that why me head hurts so bad? And why did ye have to go and wet me?" Jack mumbled.
"You almost did get shot, and if it wasn't for me, you would have," The woman smirked.
"So why does my head hurt like this?" Jack asked.
" 'Cause
you were hit by an oar."
"An oar!
You hit me with an oar!" Jack exclaimed, once again causing his head to hurt
more so he moaned.
"How else was I suppose to get you to move without me getting in the way of the bullet!" The woman hissed. "You don't know how to show any appreciation for what I did for you."
"Oh…in the name of all that is holy…why have I been cursed with this woman?" Jack said to himself.
"This woman has a name you know, and you should be thanking me, not calling me a curse."
"Really, what would the name of this woman be?" Jack asked, daring to move his hands slowly away from his head and look up at the woman from the bed. She seemed to hesitate a moment before answering.
"Jeanette." She said, with her chin stuck out in defiance. Jack just sighed, unwilling to say anything to make the woman named Jeanette even more mad.
"Well?" She asked.
"Well, what?" Jack asked, as
he swung his legs from the bed so he was sitting on the edge.
"Aren't you going to say anything? Jeanette asked, as if expecting him to say something
"Aye, get me some rum…" Jack said rubbing his head.
"Why are you so-so, there isn't even a word for what you are!" Jeanette fumed.
"Most of the time women have plenty of words to call me. Some are good, some are…not so good," Jack cracked a grin.
"I can't stand you!" Jeanette said out loud, storming to the door and walking out of the small room.
"I can agree with ye on that…" Jack mumbled as he surveyed the room he was in. It was a small one with a table and a bookcase. Another bed was cross from his, but looked out of place. He guessed that it had been moved in there recently. Questions began to float around Jack's mind. Where am I? How long was I knocked out? Unwilling to do anymore thinking with his head pounding he laid back down and rested. The silence was soon broken with arguing outside the door. The door shot in and banged against the wall and the arguing came roaring into the room. Jack tried to sit up and see what was going on, but the room started spinning again.
"I want to see him!" A young boy's voice rose against the yelling of Jeanette's.
"No, we aren't staying long now that he is awake. You don't need to be around bad influence." Jeanette scolded.
"Wow…a real pirate. Can he sword fight? Does he have his own boat? Huh?" The boy asked curiously as if Jeanette wasn't there with her face redden. Jack couldn't help but laugh at the sight of her.
"Yes and yes," Jack answered the boy who seemed awe struck that he had actually answered him.
"He looks so…piratey," the boy said walking up to Jack and starring at his beaded beard and various things hanging from his hair. Jack laughed even though it hurt his head.
"Aye, that I do. What's yer name lad?" Jack asked. The boy was about to answer when he was grabbed suddenly from behind by Jeanette and pushed out of the room.
"Hey, let me in! What'd you do that for? Let me in!" The boy banging with his fists against the door.
"What'd ye do that for? He wasn't doin' no wrong," Jack said.
"Because the last thing he needs is to be around you." Jeanette said.
"If ye keep bein' over protective with your boy, he'll rebel when he gets older," Jack said in a serious tone.
"He's not my 'boy' ok? Now, we need to get down to business." Jeanette said, grabbing a chair and pulling it up to the bed. The banging continued outside the door.
"Business? I don't recall having to do any business wit you. I'd like to know where I am, and then be on me way. I have a ship to sail." Jack said, his headache some what lessening.
"Sparrow, right? That's what the Lieutenant called you."
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow, love," Jack grinned.
"It'll be dog meat if you don't stop calling me love," Jeanette replied.
"Aye then, just make sure ye say Captain, Savvy?" Jack dropped the grin.
"Fine."
"So will ye tell me why I'm here and where here is?" Jack asked after a moment of silence. Jeanette seemed to hesitate to answer. "If ye don't, I'll be on my way. I'll just have to get the information out of someone else." The banging stopped abruptly outside and Jeanette sighed with relief.
"I…need your help…"She said softly.
"Wait…ye what? I didn't hear you? Sorry I thinks me hearin' is bad or somethin'" Jack said.
"I said I need your help!" Jeanette shouted.
"That's what I thought ye said, but I would have never believed it…" Jack said in disbelief.
"Don't give me a hard time, it'll be well worth your while," Jeanette muttered.
"Ye still haven't answered my question."
"You're on Redmond Island, [author's note: If you've played the game Pirate's of the Caribbean you'll know what I'm talking about. I'm just not sure if it is a real place in the Caribbean. It works for my story though. :o)] in a friend's house."
"Redmond! There are bloody armies everywhere! If I walk out of this house they are going to know I'm a pirate, and chances are, they'll arrest me on the spot." Jack shouted angrily.
"I can get you out. But I'm going to need your help doing something else."
"I'm not a pirate for hire lass," Jack said.
"If you do this, you will be rewarded."
"What is it I would have to do?" Jack asked with an arched eyebrow.
"It's a long story," Jeanette sighed.
"It doesn't seem I'm going anywhere, especially with this headache and bump on me head," Jack replied. "It's the only thing keepin' me from runnin' from here. I don't think any reward ye can give me would be worth me stickin' round."
"How about anything your heart desires…" Jeanette said with a half smile and a twinkle in her eye.
*~*
Well now, not so bad huh? I didn't leave Jack in some bad situation like the pervious times. I figured I'd give your hearts a break. His too, he's a hard working pirate and I haven't been really nice to him lately.
Jack: "Aye, that's de truth."
But he loves me, right?
Jack: "Aye, love. Ye's keeps me on me toes." ::Drinks from rum he got from monkey::
Any comments would be great. I hope you guys aren't thinking that the boy is like the long lost son of Jack. I like to think I'm a little more original than that. :o) But I do plan to have him in the story more. He has quite a history for such a small boy. I like my readers to be involved, so are curious about him, I'll reveal more about him in the next chapter. I would anyway, but if you all don't want him to be in it, I'll keep it limited. Also, any information you can give me on the terminology of FF would be great. Cause I have no idea what OC or A/N means and I keep seeing them. Any info on other stuff would be good too. I hate being naïve, but I have to ask.
I know there wasn't as much action in this chapter, but I hope the dialogue kept you entertained. I do believe that I have that going for me at least :o) But if not, let me know about that too! If you have any questions, please ask away. Hint, hint…I really like reviews…basically I just want to know people are reading. And I want to thank all of you who are and especially those who have REVIEWED!!! If you keep an eye on the reviews I might leave a note as to when I will update or in my summary. I hope I covered everything…did I?
Jack: "I believe so love." ::Swaggers up close looking at comments:: "Hey…What's dis about me getting hit wit an oar!"
Nothing, nothing. Come on, lets go get you some more rum. Maybe a night on the town, how bout that?
Jack: "Is dat why I have a headache?"
Your only acting remember?
Jack: "Ye bloody want to kill me…"
No I don't, I love you too much. ::wink::
Jack: "Aye then, let's get that rum" ::puts arm over shoulders::
Hehehe…he really has no idea…
P.S. Sorry if this format looks a little weird. I know the lines are indented in some places and not others. It is fine in Microsoft word, but for some reason comes out different on FF. So, sorry for that. I'll try and fix it.