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Carmen clutched the mast and fixed her eyes on the horizon, not daring to look down. She was going to get Jack for this. Wiping her sweaty palms on her pants she sidled to the around the mast to check the other side of the ship. Satisfied that the horizon was clear for the time being she chanced a look towards the deck, a quick glance showed her that Jack was at the wheel and everything was in order. Even looking down for a second or two had made her feel rather wobbly, her hands gripped the mast so tightly the her knuckles had turned white and there was now nail marks deeply imbedded in the wood. Taking a deep breath she turned her gaze back onto the horizon.
When she finally got her feet back onto the deck she staggered towards the helm, "Never, ever put me up there again or I'll make sure every last drop of rum on this ship disappears mysteriously overnight."
Jack threw her a glance, "Bit pale are we luv?"
Carmen gave him a death glare, "Did you hear what I said about the rum?"
"Aye,"
"And?"
"I promise on pain of death that I won't put you up there again," Carmen nodded in satisfaction, Jack smirked "that is, until the rum runs out." Carmen knocked Jack's hat over his eyes before storming to the other side of the ship.
That night Carmen was assigned a cabin with Anamaria, much to Ana's disgust, "I'm not sharin' my cabin with that wench! Not if she associates her herself with the likes of the Governor." Carmen's eyes flashed in anger, "Who said I wanted to share your cabin and I do not associate myself with the governor. I think his a codfish!" (A/n yes I know, I've watched Peter Pan too many times) The corners of Anamaria's mouth twitched, "You've got guts girl, I'll give you that," there was a pause before Anamaria made up her mind, "Oh alright, I'll give her a shot." Turning on her heel she marched into her cabin and slammed the door shut, after a minute she opened it and let Carmen in. "Sorry, forgot about you," she muttered apologetically.
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Elizabeth shut her trunk with a click and swept down the stairs to find Will, who was going through his daily sword practice. "Will, I've packed. When do we leave?" Will turned around and neatly nicked the bodice of Elizabeth's dress by accident (a/n honest! It was an accident!) Elizabeth gave a gasp and fled, leaving a blushing Will to run after her and apologise. Bursting into their room a minute later Will puffed out an apology before raising an eyebrow at the neatly stacked trunks in the corner. "All packed I see, the ship will be ready by tomorrow." Elizabeth stared at Will in surprise, "You found a ship already?" she threw her arms around him, "you're wonderful." Will flushed uncomfortably, "Well, actually. I plan to commandeer one. I've organised us a crew that'll take us safely to Spain." Elizabeth looked at Will sceptically, "Commandeer?"
"Nautical term, picked it up from Jack."
"Oh, which ship?"
Will looked down and mumbled something, "WHAT?! Will Turner have you lost your mind?! 'The Swan' is the pride of the Royal Navy not to mention that its speed surpasses even the interceptor. Can you even start to imagine how well guarded it will be?"
"Uh, Elizabeth, that's why our crew is going, uh, make sure there's nobody on the ship by tomorrow."
"Pirates?! Our crew is made up of pirates?"
"Well, Jack's a pirate and so was my father." seeing the look on Will's face, Elizabeth decided to relent a little. "It's fine, thank you for taking care of it," she said softly, kissing him quickly on the cheek she disappeared into the next room.
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2 weeks passed uneventfully on the Pearl, Jack had stopped giving Carmen chores that required her to go to high places after she had diluted his rum with seawater. Although he insisted she address him by his full title or be thrown overboard. Captain Jack Sparrow hummed contently to himself as he steered the Pearl through the crystal blue waters. All of a sudden a scream shattered the serene silence followed by a string of extraordinary curses. Carmen stumbled out of her cabin trailing blood onto the deck, a shard of glass in her hand. She winced every time her foot came in contact with the deck, behind her Anamaria came running with a look that could've melted an iceberg. "Well lass, what can I do for you?" he asked pleasantly.
"You can explain how glass got into our cabin Captain Jack Sparrow! Seeing as neither I nor Anamaria own anything made out of glass this is rather curious, is it not?"
Jack mimed thinking very hard before replying, "Now that ya mention it, when you diluted my rum with seawater," Carmen's glare softened a bit when she remembered Jack's face when he took his first gulp, "I searched your room for the real rum and finding nothing I remembered having a bottle or two on me somewhere.I might've gotten a bit drunk." Carmen snorted, "A bit drunk? Drunk enough to smash a bottle perhaps?" Anamaria had now reached the pair, without a word she dumped a bundle in Jack's lap. Jack opened it and eyes grew wide, the bundle was filled with pieces of glass. "Aye, me thinks I swept them under the bunk." He picked the pieces up gingerly and examined them before throwing the whole bundle overboard. Catching the look that both Carmen and Anamaria gave him, he shrugged. "What can I say luv? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Carmen tossed and turned in her bed, the cut on the sole of her foot was deep but at least it wasn't infected. Anamaria had treated it but it throbbed and burned . Finally, exhausted from the pain and being exasperated by Jack she fell into a fitful sleep.
~Dream Sequence~
A 12 year old Carmen hugged her father as hard as she could, tears trickled out of her tightly shut eyes. "Love you father,"
"Love you too Mina, don't forget your old man too soon."
Carmen looked up at her father in surprise, "Why I'd never forget you, ever!" Her father chuckled though his eyes sparkled from the tears he fought to hold back, he reminded himself sternly that it was for the best. "Hold out your hand lass," he said softly, reaching into his sash he pulled out a pendant and placed it in her outstretched hand. "Keep it with you always, promise?" She nodded, "Promise."
"Carmina!" Carmen grimaced, "I wish ma wouldn't call me that, can't you tell her not to father?"
He smiled at her sadly, "Never mind Mina, you do what you feel is right, savvy?"
"Savvy." There was a whirl of colour and he was gone (a/n remember this is a dream) Carmen looked at the pendant in her hand and gasped involuntarily. It was a flat circular stone, smooth as glass and was semi-transparent. It was covered in a patter of waves the colour of fire, orange, gold and red. Her hand closed over it, the minute she got home she threaded it onto a fine red chord and tied it with a knot that wouldn't come undone in a hurry, just as her father had taught her. Slipping it over her head she ran into the kitchen where her mother was waiting. There was another whirl of colour and suddenly she was in India, waiting in line to be branded as a pirate. She winced as the nearly white-hot iron was pressed firmly onto the captain's wrist, she was next in line. The mend dragged her towards the iron, one of them had a firm grip on arm to keep her from getting away. She gritted her teeth to keep from trembling as the dreaded iron came nearer and nearer, at the last minute she twisted and kicked the iron away. Excruciated pain shot through her foot as it came in contact with the branding iron. Cursing fluently she tore out of the men's grasp and, pushing off somebody's leg, practically rolled out of the building and into the crowd.
~End Dream Sequence~
Carmen woke with a gasp, her foot felt like it was on fire. Peeling off the old bandage she hobbled towards the bucket of water that was kept in the corner of the room, dunking a fresh bandage into it she wrapped her foot up before collapsing into bed.
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yea, well there you go. Your opinion please? Constructive criticism is welcome. Please R+R
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Carmen clutched the mast and fixed her eyes on the horizon, not daring to look down. She was going to get Jack for this. Wiping her sweaty palms on her pants she sidled to the around the mast to check the other side of the ship. Satisfied that the horizon was clear for the time being she chanced a look towards the deck, a quick glance showed her that Jack was at the wheel and everything was in order. Even looking down for a second or two had made her feel rather wobbly, her hands gripped the mast so tightly the her knuckles had turned white and there was now nail marks deeply imbedded in the wood. Taking a deep breath she turned her gaze back onto the horizon.
When she finally got her feet back onto the deck she staggered towards the helm, "Never, ever put me up there again or I'll make sure every last drop of rum on this ship disappears mysteriously overnight."
Jack threw her a glance, "Bit pale are we luv?"
Carmen gave him a death glare, "Did you hear what I said about the rum?"
"Aye,"
"And?"
"I promise on pain of death that I won't put you up there again," Carmen nodded in satisfaction, Jack smirked "that is, until the rum runs out." Carmen knocked Jack's hat over his eyes before storming to the other side of the ship.
That night Carmen was assigned a cabin with Anamaria, much to Ana's disgust, "I'm not sharin' my cabin with that wench! Not if she associates her herself with the likes of the Governor." Carmen's eyes flashed in anger, "Who said I wanted to share your cabin and I do not associate myself with the governor. I think his a codfish!" (A/n yes I know, I've watched Peter Pan too many times) The corners of Anamaria's mouth twitched, "You've got guts girl, I'll give you that," there was a pause before Anamaria made up her mind, "Oh alright, I'll give her a shot." Turning on her heel she marched into her cabin and slammed the door shut, after a minute she opened it and let Carmen in. "Sorry, forgot about you," she muttered apologetically.
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Elizabeth shut her trunk with a click and swept down the stairs to find Will, who was going through his daily sword practice. "Will, I've packed. When do we leave?" Will turned around and neatly nicked the bodice of Elizabeth's dress by accident (a/n honest! It was an accident!) Elizabeth gave a gasp and fled, leaving a blushing Will to run after her and apologise. Bursting into their room a minute later Will puffed out an apology before raising an eyebrow at the neatly stacked trunks in the corner. "All packed I see, the ship will be ready by tomorrow." Elizabeth stared at Will in surprise, "You found a ship already?" she threw her arms around him, "you're wonderful." Will flushed uncomfortably, "Well, actually. I plan to commandeer one. I've organised us a crew that'll take us safely to Spain." Elizabeth looked at Will sceptically, "Commandeer?"
"Nautical term, picked it up from Jack."
"Oh, which ship?"
Will looked down and mumbled something, "WHAT?! Will Turner have you lost your mind?! 'The Swan' is the pride of the Royal Navy not to mention that its speed surpasses even the interceptor. Can you even start to imagine how well guarded it will be?"
"Uh, Elizabeth, that's why our crew is going, uh, make sure there's nobody on the ship by tomorrow."
"Pirates?! Our crew is made up of pirates?"
"Well, Jack's a pirate and so was my father." seeing the look on Will's face, Elizabeth decided to relent a little. "It's fine, thank you for taking care of it," she said softly, kissing him quickly on the cheek she disappeared into the next room.
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2 weeks passed uneventfully on the Pearl, Jack had stopped giving Carmen chores that required her to go to high places after she had diluted his rum with seawater. Although he insisted she address him by his full title or be thrown overboard. Captain Jack Sparrow hummed contently to himself as he steered the Pearl through the crystal blue waters. All of a sudden a scream shattered the serene silence followed by a string of extraordinary curses. Carmen stumbled out of her cabin trailing blood onto the deck, a shard of glass in her hand. She winced every time her foot came in contact with the deck, behind her Anamaria came running with a look that could've melted an iceberg. "Well lass, what can I do for you?" he asked pleasantly.
"You can explain how glass got into our cabin Captain Jack Sparrow! Seeing as neither I nor Anamaria own anything made out of glass this is rather curious, is it not?"
Jack mimed thinking very hard before replying, "Now that ya mention it, when you diluted my rum with seawater," Carmen's glare softened a bit when she remembered Jack's face when he took his first gulp, "I searched your room for the real rum and finding nothing I remembered having a bottle or two on me somewhere.I might've gotten a bit drunk." Carmen snorted, "A bit drunk? Drunk enough to smash a bottle perhaps?" Anamaria had now reached the pair, without a word she dumped a bundle in Jack's lap. Jack opened it and eyes grew wide, the bundle was filled with pieces of glass. "Aye, me thinks I swept them under the bunk." He picked the pieces up gingerly and examined them before throwing the whole bundle overboard. Catching the look that both Carmen and Anamaria gave him, he shrugged. "What can I say luv? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Carmen tossed and turned in her bed, the cut on the sole of her foot was deep but at least it wasn't infected. Anamaria had treated it but it throbbed and burned . Finally, exhausted from the pain and being exasperated by Jack she fell into a fitful sleep.
~Dream Sequence~
A 12 year old Carmen hugged her father as hard as she could, tears trickled out of her tightly shut eyes. "Love you father,"
"Love you too Mina, don't forget your old man too soon."
Carmen looked up at her father in surprise, "Why I'd never forget you, ever!" Her father chuckled though his eyes sparkled from the tears he fought to hold back, he reminded himself sternly that it was for the best. "Hold out your hand lass," he said softly, reaching into his sash he pulled out a pendant and placed it in her outstretched hand. "Keep it with you always, promise?" She nodded, "Promise."
"Carmina!" Carmen grimaced, "I wish ma wouldn't call me that, can't you tell her not to father?"
He smiled at her sadly, "Never mind Mina, you do what you feel is right, savvy?"
"Savvy." There was a whirl of colour and he was gone (a/n remember this is a dream) Carmen looked at the pendant in her hand and gasped involuntarily. It was a flat circular stone, smooth as glass and was semi-transparent. It was covered in a patter of waves the colour of fire, orange, gold and red. Her hand closed over it, the minute she got home she threaded it onto a fine red chord and tied it with a knot that wouldn't come undone in a hurry, just as her father had taught her. Slipping it over her head she ran into the kitchen where her mother was waiting. There was another whirl of colour and suddenly she was in India, waiting in line to be branded as a pirate. She winced as the nearly white-hot iron was pressed firmly onto the captain's wrist, she was next in line. The mend dragged her towards the iron, one of them had a firm grip on arm to keep her from getting away. She gritted her teeth to keep from trembling as the dreaded iron came nearer and nearer, at the last minute she twisted and kicked the iron away. Excruciated pain shot through her foot as it came in contact with the branding iron. Cursing fluently she tore out of the men's grasp and, pushing off somebody's leg, practically rolled out of the building and into the crowd.
~End Dream Sequence~
Carmen woke with a gasp, her foot felt like it was on fire. Peeling off the old bandage she hobbled towards the bucket of water that was kept in the corner of the room, dunking a fresh bandage into it she wrapped her foot up before collapsing into bed.
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yea, well there you go. Your opinion please? Constructive criticism is welcome. Please R+R