Haha, so I know the last time I said it'd be less of a wait, but I'm really only able to update on weekends. School takes up most of my time during the weekdays so the weekends are really the only time I have. So until Spring Break, it'll be about a week between updates.
Let's see now...in the last chapter, Trevor and Jack met, she got them out of jail and it ended with Elizabeth, Trevor and Jack bumping into each other at the blacksmith. (Oh, and Will's bit is going to be showing up soon. Whether he'll be alive or dead, can't say yet.)
I suppose I should thank people now...let's see...
PepaMynt--Thanks so much! I was smiling like hell when I read your review. :-)
Jingle Bells' Jack--Thanks. :-)
dawnie-7: Thanks :-) I'm trying so hard to keep Jack in character so I hope I'm doing okay.
Laraeliae Black: Thanks :) Typos and wrong punctuation annoy the hell out of me so I guess it's a good thing I don't have any... SeaRose was pretty but I found it bland. JackOnTop didn't work out...for reasons...so I changed it again.
Also thanks to everybody else! This is getting to be waaaay too long so I'm stopping now. Let's get on with the damn story.
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I scowled at Sparrow in the dim light of the smithy. Fancy that, two meetings in one day.
"'Ello Sparrow," I said, my voice dripping with fake cheer, "Fancy that. Two meetings in one day, eh?"
Sparrow laughed good-naturedly. "Aye, today's not so much a good day."
I smirked at him and lustfully ran my hand over the hilt of my sword. Elizabeth was wandering around the smithy, twiddling her thumbs and fretting over our current situation. It surprised me that somebody like Elizabeth took such an interest in the well-being of Sparrow and I.
Sparrow was leaning against one of the building's flimsy walls, lazily picking his teeth. I stood stubbornly near the entrance of the smithy as I didn't want to intentionally get any closer to Sparrow. My few gold teeth sparkled as I opened my mouth to shoot a retort back at Jack but I stopped myself.
"Well Sparrow, I s'pose this is goodbye, then. I'll be off now," I smirked. Why stay here with Sparrow when I could not be here with Sparrow? I opened the door of the smithy and stepped out into the cool evening air. Glancing around I took notice of no Redcoats on the prowl. Smiling to myself, I sauntered down the streets in the direction of the pier.
~~
I lovingly stroked my pistol as my heavy boots clumped down the docks. People were staring, yet again, still not accustomed to the sight of a female pirate. I smirked and gleefully acknowledged that the Black Pearl--Sparrow's ship, I presumed--was floating just off shore. The opportunity was too perfect to not take it.
The beach was empty of any living soul when I sauntered down in search of a rowboat. A soft breeze blew as I walked down the sand, my footsteps trailing behind me. I finally found a smallish rowboat propped against a palm tree, complete with oars. Amidst huffing and puffing, I dragged the boat to the water's edge and pushed it out a ways. I stepped into the water and the gentle waves lapped at my boots. I clumsily climbed into the rowboat and rowed myself out to the Pearl.
I had tucked my map into a pocket in the inside of my jacket where I had deemed it safe. I was nearing ever closer to the Black Pearl. Oh, how sweet it would be when Sparrow found his ship had been commandeered. By me, no less. I would now have a ship, I had the map and all I needed now was a crew. It was only a small barrier until I got to the treasure of Devil's Fork.
I maneuvered the small rowboat so it was side to side with the Pearl. Then, with much difficulty, I proceeded to climb up the side. Let me tell you, it was no easy task. I panted all the way up and wished like hell I had atleast a rope. Now thoroughly sweating, I flung myself over the low railing and onto the deck of the Black Pearl.
~~
The ship seemed to be eerily deserted. There wasn't a trace of a living soul on deck and when I later checked the hold, I noticed that the crew's bunks were empty. Well, well. The infamous Jack Sparrow was sailing without a crew. It seemed to me a bad move on his part.
I emerged once again on the deck and had a look around. The ship was a beauty, there was no denying it. I walked up to the quarterdeck and held the helm in my hands. The smooth, yet rough wood sent a tingle up my spine. This is what I had missed so much all these years--the feeling of such power in my hands, knowing that no matter what happened I'd always have my ship and she'd always be mine.
I shook thoughts of my ship, The Black Cat, from my mind. I didn't allow myself or others to speak--or think--of the Cat. I left the helm and walked around the rest of the deck. An anchor was lowered on each side and sighing, I realized it would take a great deal of work to hoist them by myself. I shrugged and decided to leave it until the next morning. My eyes traveled around and landed on the Captain's quarters. An evil grin spread across my face as I sauntered inside and plopped myself down on Sparrow's bed.
~~
There was a harsh banging at the door of the smithy. Elizabeth's face instantly turned to one of panic. "Open up!" called a voice, "We have reason to believe fugitive pirates are in here!"
"Come on, out the back door," Jack said, taking the lead. He and Elizabeth had stayed in the smithy after Trevor had left. They fled out of the smithy, deliciously unnoticed. With the now cruel wind blowing Jack's wild hair in every which way direction, he led Elizabeth through a maze of alleys which would ultimately lead to the pier.
Jack salvaged a rowboat from it's hiding place and launched it into the water, helping Elizabeth in. He knew better than anyone that Elizabeth Turner, Governor's daughter had no place off with a few pirates, but she had helped in their escape and it would do her good to stay away for a while.
~~
Elizabeth didn't have to ask to understand Jack's reasoning for bringing her along. She had, after all, assisted in the escape of Trevor, which would not do her well. Wherever they were headed, she was happy to comply. She needed to get away from Port Royal, where so many memories haunted her, and try and take Will off her mind.
~~
The paddles dipped in and out of the water, swiftly taking the rowboat to Jack's beloved Pearl. With the help of some ropes that Trevor had failed to notice, he and Elizabeth boarded the elusive ship. Jack grinned as his feet met the deck. He was home.
Jack sauntered across the deck, lazily making his way to his own quarters.
"Excuse me, Jack, but..."
"Aye?"
"Well, I need a place to sleep."
"Of course you do," Jack replied. He grinned and led Elizabeth below deck and showed her into a spare room. It was dark and barren, containing nothing save for a bed, but it would do.
~~
A shadowy figure watched as Jack led her into the hold and into a room. It was her...she was here. The time had come for them.
~~
I lounged on Sparrow's bed, a bottle of his rum clasped in my hand. I took a sip and savoured the taste of the amber-brown liquid. Damn, that was good. There was an odd scraping noise and my spirits were somewhat dampened when the door handle began to rattle. It seemed somebody had found their way onto the Pearl. It clicked, turned and the door was pushed open.
Sparrow walked into his quarters and stopped in his tracks when he saw me on his bed, his rum in my hand. I had to hold back my laughter when I saw the colour drain from his face.
"What in bloody hell are you doing here?"
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Okay. This chapter took me forever to write. I was having a lot of trouble with Trevor...with all my first drafts she seemed to be far too self-centered and childish and it just didn't work...so I'm pretty happy with this end result.
So, please review and look for the next chapter around next Friday. Possibly sooner, though.
Let's see now...in the last chapter, Trevor and Jack met, she got them out of jail and it ended with Elizabeth, Trevor and Jack bumping into each other at the blacksmith. (Oh, and Will's bit is going to be showing up soon. Whether he'll be alive or dead, can't say yet.)
I suppose I should thank people now...let's see...
PepaMynt--Thanks so much! I was smiling like hell when I read your review. :-)
Jingle Bells' Jack--Thanks. :-)
dawnie-7: Thanks :-) I'm trying so hard to keep Jack in character so I hope I'm doing okay.
Laraeliae Black: Thanks :) Typos and wrong punctuation annoy the hell out of me so I guess it's a good thing I don't have any... SeaRose was pretty but I found it bland. JackOnTop didn't work out...for reasons...so I changed it again.
Also thanks to everybody else! This is getting to be waaaay too long so I'm stopping now. Let's get on with the damn story.
* * * * * * * * * *
I scowled at Sparrow in the dim light of the smithy. Fancy that, two meetings in one day.
"'Ello Sparrow," I said, my voice dripping with fake cheer, "Fancy that. Two meetings in one day, eh?"
Sparrow laughed good-naturedly. "Aye, today's not so much a good day."
I smirked at him and lustfully ran my hand over the hilt of my sword. Elizabeth was wandering around the smithy, twiddling her thumbs and fretting over our current situation. It surprised me that somebody like Elizabeth took such an interest in the well-being of Sparrow and I.
Sparrow was leaning against one of the building's flimsy walls, lazily picking his teeth. I stood stubbornly near the entrance of the smithy as I didn't want to intentionally get any closer to Sparrow. My few gold teeth sparkled as I opened my mouth to shoot a retort back at Jack but I stopped myself.
"Well Sparrow, I s'pose this is goodbye, then. I'll be off now," I smirked. Why stay here with Sparrow when I could not be here with Sparrow? I opened the door of the smithy and stepped out into the cool evening air. Glancing around I took notice of no Redcoats on the prowl. Smiling to myself, I sauntered down the streets in the direction of the pier.
~~
I lovingly stroked my pistol as my heavy boots clumped down the docks. People were staring, yet again, still not accustomed to the sight of a female pirate. I smirked and gleefully acknowledged that the Black Pearl--Sparrow's ship, I presumed--was floating just off shore. The opportunity was too perfect to not take it.
The beach was empty of any living soul when I sauntered down in search of a rowboat. A soft breeze blew as I walked down the sand, my footsteps trailing behind me. I finally found a smallish rowboat propped against a palm tree, complete with oars. Amidst huffing and puffing, I dragged the boat to the water's edge and pushed it out a ways. I stepped into the water and the gentle waves lapped at my boots. I clumsily climbed into the rowboat and rowed myself out to the Pearl.
I had tucked my map into a pocket in the inside of my jacket where I had deemed it safe. I was nearing ever closer to the Black Pearl. Oh, how sweet it would be when Sparrow found his ship had been commandeered. By me, no less. I would now have a ship, I had the map and all I needed now was a crew. It was only a small barrier until I got to the treasure of Devil's Fork.
I maneuvered the small rowboat so it was side to side with the Pearl. Then, with much difficulty, I proceeded to climb up the side. Let me tell you, it was no easy task. I panted all the way up and wished like hell I had atleast a rope. Now thoroughly sweating, I flung myself over the low railing and onto the deck of the Black Pearl.
~~
The ship seemed to be eerily deserted. There wasn't a trace of a living soul on deck and when I later checked the hold, I noticed that the crew's bunks were empty. Well, well. The infamous Jack Sparrow was sailing without a crew. It seemed to me a bad move on his part.
I emerged once again on the deck and had a look around. The ship was a beauty, there was no denying it. I walked up to the quarterdeck and held the helm in my hands. The smooth, yet rough wood sent a tingle up my spine. This is what I had missed so much all these years--the feeling of such power in my hands, knowing that no matter what happened I'd always have my ship and she'd always be mine.
I shook thoughts of my ship, The Black Cat, from my mind. I didn't allow myself or others to speak--or think--of the Cat. I left the helm and walked around the rest of the deck. An anchor was lowered on each side and sighing, I realized it would take a great deal of work to hoist them by myself. I shrugged and decided to leave it until the next morning. My eyes traveled around and landed on the Captain's quarters. An evil grin spread across my face as I sauntered inside and plopped myself down on Sparrow's bed.
~~
There was a harsh banging at the door of the smithy. Elizabeth's face instantly turned to one of panic. "Open up!" called a voice, "We have reason to believe fugitive pirates are in here!"
"Come on, out the back door," Jack said, taking the lead. He and Elizabeth had stayed in the smithy after Trevor had left. They fled out of the smithy, deliciously unnoticed. With the now cruel wind blowing Jack's wild hair in every which way direction, he led Elizabeth through a maze of alleys which would ultimately lead to the pier.
Jack salvaged a rowboat from it's hiding place and launched it into the water, helping Elizabeth in. He knew better than anyone that Elizabeth Turner, Governor's daughter had no place off with a few pirates, but she had helped in their escape and it would do her good to stay away for a while.
~~
Elizabeth didn't have to ask to understand Jack's reasoning for bringing her along. She had, after all, assisted in the escape of Trevor, which would not do her well. Wherever they were headed, she was happy to comply. She needed to get away from Port Royal, where so many memories haunted her, and try and take Will off her mind.
~~
The paddles dipped in and out of the water, swiftly taking the rowboat to Jack's beloved Pearl. With the help of some ropes that Trevor had failed to notice, he and Elizabeth boarded the elusive ship. Jack grinned as his feet met the deck. He was home.
Jack sauntered across the deck, lazily making his way to his own quarters.
"Excuse me, Jack, but..."
"Aye?"
"Well, I need a place to sleep."
"Of course you do," Jack replied. He grinned and led Elizabeth below deck and showed her into a spare room. It was dark and barren, containing nothing save for a bed, but it would do.
~~
A shadowy figure watched as Jack led her into the hold and into a room. It was her...she was here. The time had come for them.
~~
I lounged on Sparrow's bed, a bottle of his rum clasped in my hand. I took a sip and savoured the taste of the amber-brown liquid. Damn, that was good. There was an odd scraping noise and my spirits were somewhat dampened when the door handle began to rattle. It seemed somebody had found their way onto the Pearl. It clicked, turned and the door was pushed open.
Sparrow walked into his quarters and stopped in his tracks when he saw me on his bed, his rum in my hand. I had to hold back my laughter when I saw the colour drain from his face.
"What in bloody hell are you doing here?"
* * * * * * * * *
Okay. This chapter took me forever to write. I was having a lot of trouble with Trevor...with all my first drafts she seemed to be far too self-centered and childish and it just didn't work...so I'm pretty happy with this end result.
So, please review and look for the next chapter around next Friday. Possibly sooner, though.
