AN: *squeals and claps hands while jumping up and down with joy like an
Orlando Bloom Fangirl* (no offense to them!) Thankyouthankyouthankyou
everyone who reviewed! You made my night! This chapter is about Jack and
the pearl and hopefully it will give a little more to the plot aspect, not
much fluffy stuff here, *sob*
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Chapter 6: Missing You and Petit Pirate Problems ________________
Four days, Captain Jack Sparrow stood on deck at the helm outside the cold, foggy, rocky outcroppings of Isle de Muerta. He was holding a bottle of rum in one hand was steering with the other. He couldn't bring himself to drink it.
Jack's mind was elsewhere. He wondered if Ana was okay, if she was getting along in the Governor's house, and if she had even stayed there. He pitied Elizabeth or Will even if they got on Ana's bad side. He frowned and set down the bottle, squinting at nothing on the horizon Anamaria...
It may be his lack of sleep or even the poetic setting, but Jack had realized a few things as the sun rose that morning. He wanted Anamaria in more ways than one. He wanted to keep her safe, make sure no one hurt her again like they had before. He wanted to touch her, hold her kiss her, love her, even make love to her. He wanted to kiss every single one of her scars and show her that he believed every inch of her was beautiful.
Jack sighed roughly and ran his hand over his face. Bloody woman. He couldn't drink his rum any longer and be satisfied because of it. The treasure did not drive him as fully and the Pearl no longer brought him the joy it once had. The Pearl wasn't much without its own pearl. Bloody Anamaria, she had spoiled it all. He was so free and happy until she'd come along and bloody spoiled it.
That was a lie, he admitted gruffly in his mind. She hadn't spoiled it at all. She had made it all so much better. And now that he wasn't here, what was he left with? A mangy crew, and drunken parrot, and his sword; none of these provided excellent company in the long hours of nothingness.
He heard someone clear his throat. He looked up to see Gibbs curious and complacent (due to his drunkenness still remaining from the previous night). Jack sighed. "Well Gibbs, here we are, again. Gather the crew."
Gibbs patted his shoulder gruffly. "I know ye don't like being away from her, Captain. I'm sure if you stumbled back to Port Royal with some of that gold there a little earlier than a month she wouldn't be minding too much."
Jack shook his head incredulously. "It never fails to amaze me how you can know these things, Gibbs." "I'll assemble the crew," was Gibbs' only knowing reply.
The crew fell in on deck. "Gents," Jack began slowly. "We're earned this treasure. Nay, you've earned this treasure! Everything's in equal share, mates." He paused as he said it, cocking his head curiously. "But what of your absent crewmember? What of her share? I know ye all wanted that gold for her bounty, not knowing it was her own. Now's yer chance to repay that moment of weakness, gents, if yer willing. To give it or take it, I leave it yer keeping."
"Shiver me timbers!" squawked Mr. Cotton's parrot.
"Aye!" the rest of the crew yelled enthusiastically.
Jack grinned. "Now the faster we load all this here treasure into the ship, the faster we can return that share to her, savvy?
"Aye!" roared the crew.
Without a hitch the loading went off and all the treasure (save that cursed Aztec gold) stowed away safely in the Pearl. Jack smiled, gold inciscors glinting in his first real smile since boarding the Pearl. "On to Port Royal!" he announced.
"Yo, Ho!" shrieked Mr. Cotton's parrot. All hands one deck immediately turned their heads to the north horizon, where dark a smudge was visible and growing larger. Jack whipped out his spyglass and peered at the ship. It looked suspiciously like The Incorrigible, he noted with a sinking heart. They were looking for Anamaria of course, and since she'd been last seen on the Pearl, they were searching for the Pearl as well for her whereabouts.
Jack was hit by an idea. He smiled slowly, a smirk creeping across his face and up to his eyes. Gibbs, standing beside him, noticed this immediately. "Captain?" he asked, knowing that something he wasn't bound to like was in store.
Jack turned to his temporary first mate, eyes twinkling. "They're looking for Anamaria mate, right?" Gibbs nodded. "So why don't we give them Anamaria?"
Gibbs' eyes narrowed in confusion and he watched as his captain strode over to a large chest. Jack pulled out a green silk dress and held it up against himself, one eyebrow rising mischievously. _______________
"Captain?" Gibbs called nervously through the door, "I don't see how this is gonna help the lass."
Jack sighed impatiently. "If they think she's here mate, will they be looking in Port Royal?" Jack finished his business and pulled on a cloak over his head so the dark folds hid his face.
Gibbs stepped back as he watched his captain step through the door in a green silk dress and black cloak, face hidden by the shadows, and the ends of his dark hair (the same shade as Ana's, he noted) was visible. He was (thankfully) wearing a high-necked dress with his own boots. Gibbs looked pointedly at this.
"Couldn't be without me things, mate," Jack told him, as if it were completely obvious.
"They'll never fall for this, Jack," Gibbs told him.
"They will," Jack said confidently. He sashayed over to where Mr. Cotton was steering. The crew gaped at him. "Alright mates, just let 'em get close to seem me and take a few shots at those dogs, then we be high-tailing it out of here to leave 'em far in our wake, savvy?"
The crew still looked confused. "Just do it ye scabbard dogs!" Jack bellowed. The crew moved to their positions, somewhat numbly, as they tried to figure out just why their captain was wearing a dress. Gibbs almost laughed; he didn't know which was funnier, the idea of Jack in a gown, or Jack bellowing orders in his deep voice while wearing a gown.
The Incorrigible came up close to the Pearl and Jack stood at the helm, pretending not to notice the other ship was full of Evans' men. As he saw the other ship's men start to point and yell, drawing their guns, Jack ran (femininely, he hoped) over to the ladder, and scurried down it, taking the longest possible route across the deck to behind the captain's cabin.
"Swing about!" ordered Gibbs loudly, "Get us out of here!"
Mr. Cotton tried to respond but his parrot began squawking angrily on his shoulder and he was in the middle of turning the wheel hard a port, he stopped and shushed the bird, pausing in the turning. Jack found himself facing a row of leering crewmen and reached for his pistol, which he could not reach in his trousers underneath the masses of skirts.
While he was fumbling for his pistol, a very large burly crewmember, unnoticed, swung across the narrow space between the two ships and grabbed Jack around the waist. Jack's eyes widened and he went to slug the man, who brought the butt of his sword down on the back of the "woman's" hooded head. The man had one burly arm around Jack's limp body and towed him back to the Incorrigible.
"Jack!" Gibbs yelled, running over to the spot where his captain had been standing. His voice was lost amid a spray of gunshots. He looked across the way, shading his eyes, and realized what had happened, eyes widening. "Mary, mother of God." he muttered.
"Go after them, sir?" asked a short, stocky bald pirate, almost half of Gibbs' height. They hit the deck as several explosions ripped through the Pearl.
"No!" Gibbs yelled, coming to a split second decision. "He would want us to save the Pearl first. We can't fight 'em, not without help. Move!"
The Pearl turned away from the Incorrigible and its captain, somewhat reluctantly, it seemed to Gibbs. However, they gained speed quickly and sprang away from the Incorrigible as they had the last time they'd encountered the ship. "Back to Port Royal," Gibbs said with a weary sigh. _____________
Evans chuckled aboard his ship. The cowards, they wouldn't even fight to get back their own crewmember. No heroes amongst pirates, it seemed. He strode over to the motionless fallen woman, body shrouded in a dark cloak. He rolled her over and his eyes narrowed angrily.
This was no woman! He, rather, she had a beard and most clearly a man! Evans gave the imposter a sharp kick. The imposter did not move. Evans studied his features, realizing that he'd seen the man before. It was the captain, the one who had protected the slave the last time they'd encountered the Black Pearl.
Evans smiled smugly. "Take our guest to the brig. He'll be most helpful when he wakes up."
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Quick Author's comment/note/apology:
J.L Dexter: I'm taking an idea that you mentioned in a review for one of the first chapters, I hope you don't mind terribly!
Chapter 6: Missing You and Petit Pirate Problems ________________
Four days, Captain Jack Sparrow stood on deck at the helm outside the cold, foggy, rocky outcroppings of Isle de Muerta. He was holding a bottle of rum in one hand was steering with the other. He couldn't bring himself to drink it.
Jack's mind was elsewhere. He wondered if Ana was okay, if she was getting along in the Governor's house, and if she had even stayed there. He pitied Elizabeth or Will even if they got on Ana's bad side. He frowned and set down the bottle, squinting at nothing on the horizon Anamaria...
It may be his lack of sleep or even the poetic setting, but Jack had realized a few things as the sun rose that morning. He wanted Anamaria in more ways than one. He wanted to keep her safe, make sure no one hurt her again like they had before. He wanted to touch her, hold her kiss her, love her, even make love to her. He wanted to kiss every single one of her scars and show her that he believed every inch of her was beautiful.
Jack sighed roughly and ran his hand over his face. Bloody woman. He couldn't drink his rum any longer and be satisfied because of it. The treasure did not drive him as fully and the Pearl no longer brought him the joy it once had. The Pearl wasn't much without its own pearl. Bloody Anamaria, she had spoiled it all. He was so free and happy until she'd come along and bloody spoiled it.
That was a lie, he admitted gruffly in his mind. She hadn't spoiled it at all. She had made it all so much better. And now that he wasn't here, what was he left with? A mangy crew, and drunken parrot, and his sword; none of these provided excellent company in the long hours of nothingness.
He heard someone clear his throat. He looked up to see Gibbs curious and complacent (due to his drunkenness still remaining from the previous night). Jack sighed. "Well Gibbs, here we are, again. Gather the crew."
Gibbs patted his shoulder gruffly. "I know ye don't like being away from her, Captain. I'm sure if you stumbled back to Port Royal with some of that gold there a little earlier than a month she wouldn't be minding too much."
Jack shook his head incredulously. "It never fails to amaze me how you can know these things, Gibbs." "I'll assemble the crew," was Gibbs' only knowing reply.
The crew fell in on deck. "Gents," Jack began slowly. "We're earned this treasure. Nay, you've earned this treasure! Everything's in equal share, mates." He paused as he said it, cocking his head curiously. "But what of your absent crewmember? What of her share? I know ye all wanted that gold for her bounty, not knowing it was her own. Now's yer chance to repay that moment of weakness, gents, if yer willing. To give it or take it, I leave it yer keeping."
"Shiver me timbers!" squawked Mr. Cotton's parrot.
"Aye!" the rest of the crew yelled enthusiastically.
Jack grinned. "Now the faster we load all this here treasure into the ship, the faster we can return that share to her, savvy?
"Aye!" roared the crew.
Without a hitch the loading went off and all the treasure (save that cursed Aztec gold) stowed away safely in the Pearl. Jack smiled, gold inciscors glinting in his first real smile since boarding the Pearl. "On to Port Royal!" he announced.
"Yo, Ho!" shrieked Mr. Cotton's parrot. All hands one deck immediately turned their heads to the north horizon, where dark a smudge was visible and growing larger. Jack whipped out his spyglass and peered at the ship. It looked suspiciously like The Incorrigible, he noted with a sinking heart. They were looking for Anamaria of course, and since she'd been last seen on the Pearl, they were searching for the Pearl as well for her whereabouts.
Jack was hit by an idea. He smiled slowly, a smirk creeping across his face and up to his eyes. Gibbs, standing beside him, noticed this immediately. "Captain?" he asked, knowing that something he wasn't bound to like was in store.
Jack turned to his temporary first mate, eyes twinkling. "They're looking for Anamaria mate, right?" Gibbs nodded. "So why don't we give them Anamaria?"
Gibbs' eyes narrowed in confusion and he watched as his captain strode over to a large chest. Jack pulled out a green silk dress and held it up against himself, one eyebrow rising mischievously. _______________
"Captain?" Gibbs called nervously through the door, "I don't see how this is gonna help the lass."
Jack sighed impatiently. "If they think she's here mate, will they be looking in Port Royal?" Jack finished his business and pulled on a cloak over his head so the dark folds hid his face.
Gibbs stepped back as he watched his captain step through the door in a green silk dress and black cloak, face hidden by the shadows, and the ends of his dark hair (the same shade as Ana's, he noted) was visible. He was (thankfully) wearing a high-necked dress with his own boots. Gibbs looked pointedly at this.
"Couldn't be without me things, mate," Jack told him, as if it were completely obvious.
"They'll never fall for this, Jack," Gibbs told him.
"They will," Jack said confidently. He sashayed over to where Mr. Cotton was steering. The crew gaped at him. "Alright mates, just let 'em get close to seem me and take a few shots at those dogs, then we be high-tailing it out of here to leave 'em far in our wake, savvy?"
The crew still looked confused. "Just do it ye scabbard dogs!" Jack bellowed. The crew moved to their positions, somewhat numbly, as they tried to figure out just why their captain was wearing a dress. Gibbs almost laughed; he didn't know which was funnier, the idea of Jack in a gown, or Jack bellowing orders in his deep voice while wearing a gown.
The Incorrigible came up close to the Pearl and Jack stood at the helm, pretending not to notice the other ship was full of Evans' men. As he saw the other ship's men start to point and yell, drawing their guns, Jack ran (femininely, he hoped) over to the ladder, and scurried down it, taking the longest possible route across the deck to behind the captain's cabin.
"Swing about!" ordered Gibbs loudly, "Get us out of here!"
Mr. Cotton tried to respond but his parrot began squawking angrily on his shoulder and he was in the middle of turning the wheel hard a port, he stopped and shushed the bird, pausing in the turning. Jack found himself facing a row of leering crewmen and reached for his pistol, which he could not reach in his trousers underneath the masses of skirts.
While he was fumbling for his pistol, a very large burly crewmember, unnoticed, swung across the narrow space between the two ships and grabbed Jack around the waist. Jack's eyes widened and he went to slug the man, who brought the butt of his sword down on the back of the "woman's" hooded head. The man had one burly arm around Jack's limp body and towed him back to the Incorrigible.
"Jack!" Gibbs yelled, running over to the spot where his captain had been standing. His voice was lost amid a spray of gunshots. He looked across the way, shading his eyes, and realized what had happened, eyes widening. "Mary, mother of God." he muttered.
"Go after them, sir?" asked a short, stocky bald pirate, almost half of Gibbs' height. They hit the deck as several explosions ripped through the Pearl.
"No!" Gibbs yelled, coming to a split second decision. "He would want us to save the Pearl first. We can't fight 'em, not without help. Move!"
The Pearl turned away from the Incorrigible and its captain, somewhat reluctantly, it seemed to Gibbs. However, they gained speed quickly and sprang away from the Incorrigible as they had the last time they'd encountered the ship. "Back to Port Royal," Gibbs said with a weary sigh. _____________
Evans chuckled aboard his ship. The cowards, they wouldn't even fight to get back their own crewmember. No heroes amongst pirates, it seemed. He strode over to the motionless fallen woman, body shrouded in a dark cloak. He rolled her over and his eyes narrowed angrily.
This was no woman! He, rather, she had a beard and most clearly a man! Evans gave the imposter a sharp kick. The imposter did not move. Evans studied his features, realizing that he'd seen the man before. It was the captain, the one who had protected the slave the last time they'd encountered the Black Pearl.
Evans smiled smugly. "Take our guest to the brig. He'll be most helpful when he wakes up."
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Quick Author's comment/note/apology:
J.L Dexter: I'm taking an idea that you mentioned in a review for one of the first chapters, I hope you don't mind terribly!
