Whew. So this week, I got my act together and wrote out this chapter in a notebook, and I'm putting it up way earlier than I had expected. I lost lots of sleep over this chapter--I'd wake up in the middle of the night and dig out my notebook to write down lines and scenes I thought would work. But anyway, enough of that.
Laraeliae Black: Nidal's a friend of mine. I told her I wanted a new pen name so she suggested nidalsmylover33--it's kind of spoofing another friend's screen name. Anyway, thanks. :-)
orlandofan13: You'll have to continue reading to see if Will's in it...though there's more of his bit in this chapter. It'll answer most questions, I think.
Cat: Hey herp, I knew you'd love the ship. (But then you did suggest it, so...) Love you!
Rackham'sVanity: Thanks :-) It seems you've summed up Trevor perfectly.
Jackobsessor: Thanks...there will be more of Trevor's past later. Probably in the next chapter, I think.
Also thanks to everybody else who reviewed, I love you all and you're fantastic. *Passes out Jack Sparrow-shaped muffins to her lovely reviewers* Yummy, muffins!
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The Legend of Devil's Fork
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Sparrow's eyes leapt from the half-empty rum bottle to my face and back again. He finally settled on me and frowned. I smiled slightly and lifted the bottle to my lips, draining it's remainder down my throat. Possibly a little bit tipsy, I threw my hands into the air and shot Sparrow a goofy smile. "Ravish me, Captain!"
He smirked and approached me. He leant over me, too close for comfort, his lips dangerously near to my ear. "In yer dreams, Matheson." He lifted his fingers to his goatee and stroked it thoughtfully. Before I could gauge his actions or have a chance to react, he had tossed me over his shoulder and was carrying me down to the hold of the ship.
"Put me down, Sparrow, or my sword will have a meeting with your manhood," I threatened. Though I could not see his face, I could just tell he was smirking. In retrospect, I suppose having the woman who's currently tossed over your shoulder threaten you is not the most frightening thing. I frowned and squirmed, extremely unhappy with this placement. It just so happened his arse was right in front of my face.
With a silent thump, Sparrow tossed me onto a questionable looking hammock. He raised his eyebrows, looking almost suggestive, and then turned his back to me and walked away. I removed my hat and jacket and arranged myself on the surprisingly comfortable hammock. I closed my eyes and slipped off to sleep, currently unaware that I was missing something incredibly important to me.
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Jack quietly opened the door to the store room. It was fairly light inside as the moonlight was pouring through the small porthole. In a lone corner, a dark figure sat slumped over on a crate of rum with it's chin rested in his hands. As Jack entered, it looked up, startled, and rose to it's feet.
"She's here?" it questioned.
"She's here."
"Can I see her?"
"Best wait 'til morning," Jack said, "Less of a shock then, y'see."
Will Turner nodded, apparently understanding Jack's reasoning. "We'll set sail tomorrow, then?"
"Aye. I've got it with me," Jack said mischievously. He reached into a deep pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small, yellowing, folded up sheet of paper. My map.
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Elizabeth stripped down to her skivvies and pulled back the worn yet clean sheets on the bed. She still could not shake the feeling that somebody had been watching her. She shivered despite the comfortable heat of the cabin and climbed into the small bed.
She rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. Her breathing deepened and she prepared to visit Will Turner in her dreams. It was, of course, the only way she could see him.
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All night the same three words ran through Jack's head, over and over again. 'Ravish me, Captain! Ravish me, Captain! Ravish me, Captain!'
Now, Jack Sparrow had a strong stomach and could take most everything...he was a pirate, afterall...but that thought was disturbing.
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I was woken by the squacking of seagulls. I groggily opened my eyes and sat up in the hammock. I was not entirely sure why Jack had given me accommodation on his ship instead of tossing me overboard. He was bound to have his reasons--and I would be bound to find them out.
I pulled on my jacket and tightened the bandana around my head. I lazily jammed my hat on my head and walked up a staircase and into the sunlight of an early Caribbean morning.
A few straggling crew members were on deck, helping with various jobs. It was then that it struck me. We were sailing. I was mad for a fleeting moment before I calmed myself down. It made sense, really--we would obviously have to get out of Port Royal as soon as possible. I'd probably just get dropped off in Tortuga, anyhow.
I sighed contentedly and approached Sparrow at the helm. A soft breeze was tossing his wild black hair in every which way direction. He looked tall and proud at the helm, perfectly in synch with his ship. Having captained a ship myself, I could see clearly that Sparrow fit with this ship. She was his and he was hers. A wistful smile crossed my face as I thought of the Black Cat--my one true love.
"We're headed to Tortuga," Jack said, interrupting my thoughts.
Tortuga. The place where pirates roamed and alcohol flowed freely. It was, needless to say, my kind of place. "Sparrow, why is it ye kept me aboard? I mean, I did try an' commandeer yer ship an' all."
Sparrow smirked at his reply. "Didn't do a very good job of it, either," he replied. I frowned at him and he got back on track, "It seems, Matheson, that you have something I want."
I took a few steps back, my mouth gaping open. Surely he hadn't taken my 'Ravish me, Captain!' comment seriously. "An' what would tha' be?"
"Your map."
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Will had waited patiently all through the night and now that morning was here, he knew it was time. He pushed open the battered wood door and stepped out of the store room and into the hold of the Black Pearl. He quietly walked towards the cabin he knew Elizabeth was occupying and went inside.
She was still asleep. Her breathing was heavy and even. Her dark blonde waves cascaded around her face and she looked positively angelic. Will gingerly sat on the bed next to her and watched his wife sleep.
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Elizabeth felt the extra weight on the bed and figured that Jack or Trevor was trying to wake her up. She groggily opened her eyes and rubbed them as she stifled a yawn. Her eyes immediately darted to the man seated on her bed and she recoiled in shock, a small scream escaping her lips.
She walked backwards slowly until she backed into the wall. No, it couldn't be...
"No, Elizabeth...it's okay," he said softly.
"Will?"
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"How is it that ye know about me map?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
"No, I don't savvy," I replied, too flustered to bother wondering whether or not I had made sense. I ran my hand over the hilt of my sword and unsheathed it, the cool metal glinting in the early morning sunlight. I'd make him tell me, one way or another.
Sparrow gulped and warily eyed the sword. "Fine. I saw ye peekin' at it in the jail, so I lifted it from yer jacket last night," he explained, sounding proud of himself. He reached a hand inside his own pocket and retrieved my map.
Fire flew from my eyes as I saw my map in his possession. How dare he? He had absolutely no right to rifle through my things...
"Bastard," I swore as I pulled my pistol from my breeches.
"Pirate," he replied with a devilish grin gracing his features.
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"Just hear me out," he said, "You give me possession of the map. Me and me crew will sail to Devil's Fork--with you. We split the loot 50/50 and ye get yer own cabin."
I lowered my pistol in consideration. At the moment it seemed like a fair deal. It was the best thing I had, anyhow--not many others would be willing to sail to Devil's Fork. Treacherous, it was.
"We split the loot 70/30, I get to act as co-captain for the trip an' afterwards ye'll ne'er see me again."
Sparrow flashed a gold toothed grin at the last part of my offer. "We split it 50/50, you act as co-captain and get yer own cabin."
I smiled and locked eyes with Jack. Orbs of dark chocolate stared back at me and at that moment I knew...we were both captains, both pirates...we felt the same thing for the ocean and our ships...we had a bond that, no matter how deeply we disliked each other, stemmed from our P brands and could not be broken. "We have an accord."
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And that's chapter four. More to come soon, by this weekend most likely, so keep yer scurvy eyes peeled. And please review.
Ta!
Laraeliae Black: Nidal's a friend of mine. I told her I wanted a new pen name so she suggested nidalsmylover33--it's kind of spoofing another friend's screen name. Anyway, thanks. :-)
orlandofan13: You'll have to continue reading to see if Will's in it...though there's more of his bit in this chapter. It'll answer most questions, I think.
Cat: Hey herp, I knew you'd love the ship. (But then you did suggest it, so...) Love you!
Rackham'sVanity: Thanks :-) It seems you've summed up Trevor perfectly.
Jackobsessor: Thanks...there will be more of Trevor's past later. Probably in the next chapter, I think.
Also thanks to everybody else who reviewed, I love you all and you're fantastic. *Passes out Jack Sparrow-shaped muffins to her lovely reviewers* Yummy, muffins!
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The Legend of Devil's Fork
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Sparrow's eyes leapt from the half-empty rum bottle to my face and back again. He finally settled on me and frowned. I smiled slightly and lifted the bottle to my lips, draining it's remainder down my throat. Possibly a little bit tipsy, I threw my hands into the air and shot Sparrow a goofy smile. "Ravish me, Captain!"
He smirked and approached me. He leant over me, too close for comfort, his lips dangerously near to my ear. "In yer dreams, Matheson." He lifted his fingers to his goatee and stroked it thoughtfully. Before I could gauge his actions or have a chance to react, he had tossed me over his shoulder and was carrying me down to the hold of the ship.
"Put me down, Sparrow, or my sword will have a meeting with your manhood," I threatened. Though I could not see his face, I could just tell he was smirking. In retrospect, I suppose having the woman who's currently tossed over your shoulder threaten you is not the most frightening thing. I frowned and squirmed, extremely unhappy with this placement. It just so happened his arse was right in front of my face.
With a silent thump, Sparrow tossed me onto a questionable looking hammock. He raised his eyebrows, looking almost suggestive, and then turned his back to me and walked away. I removed my hat and jacket and arranged myself on the surprisingly comfortable hammock. I closed my eyes and slipped off to sleep, currently unaware that I was missing something incredibly important to me.
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Jack quietly opened the door to the store room. It was fairly light inside as the moonlight was pouring through the small porthole. In a lone corner, a dark figure sat slumped over on a crate of rum with it's chin rested in his hands. As Jack entered, it looked up, startled, and rose to it's feet.
"She's here?" it questioned.
"She's here."
"Can I see her?"
"Best wait 'til morning," Jack said, "Less of a shock then, y'see."
Will Turner nodded, apparently understanding Jack's reasoning. "We'll set sail tomorrow, then?"
"Aye. I've got it with me," Jack said mischievously. He reached into a deep pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small, yellowing, folded up sheet of paper. My map.
~~~
Elizabeth stripped down to her skivvies and pulled back the worn yet clean sheets on the bed. She still could not shake the feeling that somebody had been watching her. She shivered despite the comfortable heat of the cabin and climbed into the small bed.
She rolled over onto her side and closed her eyes. Her breathing deepened and she prepared to visit Will Turner in her dreams. It was, of course, the only way she could see him.
~~~
All night the same three words ran through Jack's head, over and over again. 'Ravish me, Captain! Ravish me, Captain! Ravish me, Captain!'
Now, Jack Sparrow had a strong stomach and could take most everything...he was a pirate, afterall...but that thought was disturbing.
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I was woken by the squacking of seagulls. I groggily opened my eyes and sat up in the hammock. I was not entirely sure why Jack had given me accommodation on his ship instead of tossing me overboard. He was bound to have his reasons--and I would be bound to find them out.
I pulled on my jacket and tightened the bandana around my head. I lazily jammed my hat on my head and walked up a staircase and into the sunlight of an early Caribbean morning.
A few straggling crew members were on deck, helping with various jobs. It was then that it struck me. We were sailing. I was mad for a fleeting moment before I calmed myself down. It made sense, really--we would obviously have to get out of Port Royal as soon as possible. I'd probably just get dropped off in Tortuga, anyhow.
I sighed contentedly and approached Sparrow at the helm. A soft breeze was tossing his wild black hair in every which way direction. He looked tall and proud at the helm, perfectly in synch with his ship. Having captained a ship myself, I could see clearly that Sparrow fit with this ship. She was his and he was hers. A wistful smile crossed my face as I thought of the Black Cat--my one true love.
"We're headed to Tortuga," Jack said, interrupting my thoughts.
Tortuga. The place where pirates roamed and alcohol flowed freely. It was, needless to say, my kind of place. "Sparrow, why is it ye kept me aboard? I mean, I did try an' commandeer yer ship an' all."
Sparrow smirked at his reply. "Didn't do a very good job of it, either," he replied. I frowned at him and he got back on track, "It seems, Matheson, that you have something I want."
I took a few steps back, my mouth gaping open. Surely he hadn't taken my 'Ravish me, Captain!' comment seriously. "An' what would tha' be?"
"Your map."
~~~
Will had waited patiently all through the night and now that morning was here, he knew it was time. He pushed open the battered wood door and stepped out of the store room and into the hold of the Black Pearl. He quietly walked towards the cabin he knew Elizabeth was occupying and went inside.
She was still asleep. Her breathing was heavy and even. Her dark blonde waves cascaded around her face and she looked positively angelic. Will gingerly sat on the bed next to her and watched his wife sleep.
~~~
Elizabeth felt the extra weight on the bed and figured that Jack or Trevor was trying to wake her up. She groggily opened her eyes and rubbed them as she stifled a yawn. Her eyes immediately darted to the man seated on her bed and she recoiled in shock, a small scream escaping her lips.
She walked backwards slowly until she backed into the wall. No, it couldn't be...
"No, Elizabeth...it's okay," he said softly.
"Will?"
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"How is it that ye know about me map?"
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"
"No, I don't savvy," I replied, too flustered to bother wondering whether or not I had made sense. I ran my hand over the hilt of my sword and unsheathed it, the cool metal glinting in the early morning sunlight. I'd make him tell me, one way or another.
Sparrow gulped and warily eyed the sword. "Fine. I saw ye peekin' at it in the jail, so I lifted it from yer jacket last night," he explained, sounding proud of himself. He reached a hand inside his own pocket and retrieved my map.
Fire flew from my eyes as I saw my map in his possession. How dare he? He had absolutely no right to rifle through my things...
"Bastard," I swore as I pulled my pistol from my breeches.
"Pirate," he replied with a devilish grin gracing his features.
~~~
"Just hear me out," he said, "You give me possession of the map. Me and me crew will sail to Devil's Fork--with you. We split the loot 50/50 and ye get yer own cabin."
I lowered my pistol in consideration. At the moment it seemed like a fair deal. It was the best thing I had, anyhow--not many others would be willing to sail to Devil's Fork. Treacherous, it was.
"We split the loot 70/30, I get to act as co-captain for the trip an' afterwards ye'll ne'er see me again."
Sparrow flashed a gold toothed grin at the last part of my offer. "We split it 50/50, you act as co-captain and get yer own cabin."
I smiled and locked eyes with Jack. Orbs of dark chocolate stared back at me and at that moment I knew...we were both captains, both pirates...we felt the same thing for the ocean and our ships...we had a bond that, no matter how deeply we disliked each other, stemmed from our P brands and could not be broken. "We have an accord."
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And that's chapter four. More to come soon, by this weekend most likely, so keep yer scurvy eyes peeled. And please review.
Ta!
