~Disclaimer~ I don't own any of the stuff except Sandra, even though I wish I did.~*
I am sorry for the similarities, hopefully the plot I have in mind will break away soon, but I'm sad to say It has its own will, heh Will, and will continue where it pleases, oh well for me.
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Chapter 2: A PirateA filthy man in a tri-cornered hat and a jacket to match walked up the incline to the topside of the docks. He looked out to sea once he had gotten topside. His eyes slid over all, pausing at a huge ship docked a way out at sea, and again at a smaller ship at a secluded dock. He gave a grin and swaggered over to the secluded dock.
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Elizabeth was breathing shallowly as the new Commodore Norrington took her aside to an outlook over the ocean. He started talking but at the time she didn't much care seeing as she couldn't very well breath. She caught some of the Commodore's last words "…. your father granted permission for me to take you as my bride."
Elizabeth's eyes snapped open and she turned to look at the Commodore. She gasped and fainted. Falling over the edge of the cliff.
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The curious man continued on his merry way towards his carefully chosen boat. Humming an odd tune to himself as he walked by two redcoats talking to each other. Once he reached the top deck of the ship he turned towards the redcoats and snorted, "Aye, top notch security I see," more to himself than to anyone else. He started into the Captain's quarters after sorting through some possessions and pocketing a few others he walked over to a dresser. He opened a drawer to find a bottle of rum.
"Ahh, a very intelligent man this captain must be." He downed the bottle and sauntered out of the room. He was about to inform the guards of their stupidity when he saw a figure falling from a lookout. He looked to the guards who had failed to notice anything.
"Bloody 'ell," he said. He stripped off his hat, sword and pistol and threw them to the cot in the captain's chambers. Diving in he swam and dove to recover the fallen person. He surfaces but is pulled under by the water Elizabeth's skirts have absorbed He tears off the skirt and pulls her to the ship.
"Breath lass…" he says as he tests for breath. Ripping off the corset he holds her up as she takes a breath. She sits up and coughs up water taking deep breaths.
"Thank you. May I ask who you are." Elizabeth asks as she regains breathing capacity.
"Aye, luv, you may ask but I have to say I cannot oblige."
Elizabeth takes a look over her rescuer for the first time, sliding away she states, "You're a pirate."
"Aye that I am luv. Glad to see you've got you're wits about ya."
"Well considering that I am still alive and well, I suppose there is someone I would like for you to meet."
"Might this be the newly dubbed Commodore, or more pleasurable company," he asked interested.
"In your eyes she would be better company, though if you tried for pleasurable company you may come out less of a man than you went in as."
The pirate gave it consideration, "Well, where might it be located, I assume a good portion of the Navy will be out on the search for you."
"That may be true, she'll have a change of clothing for me as well," she said, observing her own state of disarray, "and you may find an interesting proposition."
He gave a look of inquiry, but when it looked like she would say no more, "Very well, let's be on our way."
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Sandra is at the forge, now dressed in a shirt and trousers. She pounded away on piece of red-hot metal. Giving it a final look over she dunked it in a water barrel, and set it on a rack. She looked around and sighed, "a drunk old man, and the company of a donkey."
The donkey in question gave a snort and sniffed at her until she got an apple out of a barrel. She gave a fond smile and turned back to her work. The door to the street busted open and in came her best friend Elizabeth. She then noted the man who had followed Elizabeth into her shop. She grabbed for a rag and wiped sweat away from her face, "Hello there Elizabeth. Who is your guest?"
"This is…actually, I don't know. Will you tell me now?"
The man gave a sigh and answered, "Fine, the name's Captain Jack Sparrow, but don't go telling it to the commodore," he said with a warning glance at Elizabeth.
"Oh, what, was the Norrington coming on to you again at his ceremony?"
"Asked me to marry him is more like it," she said with a roll of her eyes, "thank god I fell before I had to give an answer."
"Fell! Oh, let me get you some dry clothing, trousers if you don't mind, come with me," Sandra said, pulling Elizabeth towards the door into her apartment over the shop.
"Sandra, you wouldn't want to leave him in here unsupervised," she said gesturing to Jack, who had started looking at the walls around him while being ignored.
"And why is that, I'm sure he wont hurt himself," then looking around the room at the swords hanging on the wall, "then again…"
"That's not the reason Sandra, he's a pirate," Elizabeth told her, trying to pull away from Sandra.
Sandra dropped Elizabeth's arm and inspected Jack, eyes wide. "Pirate?"
Elizabeth nodded, "Pirate."
Sandra hustled over to the pirate, pulling out his pistol, inspecting it, and putting it back. Jack was spinning to try and stop her but she had already circled him, she grabbed and did the same for his sword and was about to do the same with his hat when he quit spinning in circles to keep up with her, reached out and grabbed her hand.
"Now, now, the pistol I'll forget about, the sword I'll forgive, but if ye were to touch me hat uninvited, I'm afraid I'd have to hurt you."
She gave a small curtsy, "So sorry, Captain Jack Sparrow, I couldn't resist."
Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes, going to find a change of clothes for herself.
"I don't know what that other lass meant by proposition, but it sure has been interesting."
Suddenly Sandra stopped and looked seriously at the Captain. "Take me with you," she said.
"Excuse me, luv?" Jack said believing he had misheard.
"Take me with you." Sandra said in a stronger voice.
"And why would you wish to leave your land bound home, not that I wouldn't," Jack asked, looking around with distaste.
"I do not remember my life before I was found by Elizabeth at age eight. Apparently our ship had been attacked; I was found drifting with no knowledge more than my name and age. I came with Elizabeth here to Port Royal. Mr. Brown claimed that he had a niece by my name and 'took me in.' I don't believe it, the fat drunk slob had only been looking for a hand to do his work," she said, gesturing to a man Jack had not noticed, passed out in a corner. "He noticed I looked like I had some muscle on me and put me to work. I've been here for ten years, and all the more lately I have been waiting for my time to get out and be on the water, free, with no ties to anyone."
Her last words on freedom had caught his ears. He mulled it over in his head, "You're strong, I can see that. Do you know anything of manning a ship? You'd have to work to keep yourself aboard."
"I know nothing of ships, but you will find that I am a quick learner, I pick up most crafts in a week or two. I could also throw in some swords if you agree to take me on."
He looked around at the assortment of swords around him. He walked over to a rack and pulled one out. Unsheathing it he took a few strikes at the air in front of him. He finished and balanced the sword on two fingers. That done he sheathed it and inspected the hilt, "Are they all of such good quality?" he asked amazed at the display of craftsmanship in the sword."
"Only mine are, when Mr. Brown dose turn out a sword or two they never sell. I keep them over here," she said walking behind the donkey's wheel. In comparison to those all around him this was a laughing matter and treated it as such.
"In addition to you, how many of these would I be able to take?"
"As many as you can without him noticing, he doesn't notice much. Shall I go change the records? I also keep those in order."
Jack thought about it and decided, "You go change the records, and I'll begin picking out me favorites." He had already begun picking through the swords that adorned the walls and racks.
She skipped over to a crate near the door; she stopped when she noticed Elizabeth standing in the doorway, "So, are you finally off to find your adventure?"
"It appears so." Sandra said with a grin to her lifelong companion.
"I'll go pack for you while you finish things up." Said Elizabeth, knowing this was what Sandra wanted.
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That's it for this week's installment. Please review, feel free to help or leave ideas. My e-mail's mechawashu2@mailcity.com, if you want to leave a message, no flames please. I'm working on how I want to have Jack act and talk, pirate talk is really hard to do. But you know that so bye!