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"We're doing what?" Gibbs looked startled as he questioned his captain.
"You heard me, we're pickin' 'er up." Jack continued looking at the piece of floating wood, not really listening to his crews new complaints.
"You mean you're going to take some random girl and then put her on the ship? Some brat who'll complain about every little thing?" Annamaria was obviously furious.
"Yeah!" Another pirate agreed, "I dun want no bloody princess givin' me orders!"
"She's not a 'bloody princess' nor do I need my crew's opinions 'less I ask for 'em thank you," Jack still did not turn around.
"And how do you know?!"
"Because, Annamaria, she's wearing men's clothing." At this statement, Annamaria peered into the spy glass again, and squinted hard.
"Aye, he's right. She's wearin' men's clothes." She sounded somewhat defeated.
"Course I was right. I'm your captain am I not? Now you mangy dogs-"
"Wait!" someone cut in, "If she's a pirate, why should we rescue her, I mean, what if she's not on our side? What if she does something bad? She could murder the crew an'
then steal the ship!"
"Master Daniel, I wonder how a half dead gel could somehow manage to murder our entire crew and take over a ship armed with over twenty men. Besides, I am your captain and I order you to steer me toward that piece of wood. Now, if you are all done questioning my authority, I have a gel to rescue."
Jack walked away from his slightly confused, but mostly annoyed crew, and began removing his hat, coat, and "effects". Annamaria looked was darkly steering the ship,
daring anyone to come near her. And Gibbs was sitting on deck, muttering and drinking out of his flask.
Will had watched all this in silence. He was puzzled by Jack's actions, and decided he wanted to get some answers. So he plopped down next to Gibbs, and asked,
"What do you suppose he's up to?"
"Aye, can't tell. But he's got something up in that head o' his. Problem is, we don't know what. Hopefully he don't do something stupid." Gibbs shook his head, and continued
drinking. Both of the men watched as Jack ordered the port anchor to be lowered. Annamaria had daggers in her eyes when she repeated what Jack ordered.
"Do you think he's gone soft?" Will studied Jack as he climbed to the edge of the deck.
"Nah, he's got an idea, but like I says, hopefully it's a good one. Otherwise, we'll be the ones rescuing him." Gibbs chuckled and Will allowed a small smile. "Jack's a hard man
to figure out, always has." After saying this, Gibbs turned to see Jack leap off his beloved ship, and beneath the water's surface.
~~**~~
When the stinging first began she assumed it was her body tingling before death. But after awhile she grew tired of the bites of pain and dared to open her eyes. There were waves washing up upon her, coming over her skin. She tried to sit up as her floating piece of wreckage began rocking dangerously. And then she saw something in the water, something red, a red bandana Panicking, she began looking for the source of the waves when she saw the ship.
~*No he's come back he's found me.*~ Her brain would not register anything correctly. Her vision got fuzzy, she couldn't see anything. But she felt and heard things that
made her frightened. ~*Someone's got me, let me go. My dagger, it's in my shirt somewhere. Don't touch my ankle, don't do that. I know what's going on. Why are you
holding me, I don't want to go. Burning it burns, you don't like when I thrash, it drags us both down. Coughing we go down, why save me, let me drown, you can live. I'll
drag us both down, I'll kill us. But I can breathe. I'm alive . . . alive . . . alive. . . .*~
~~**~~
She awoke to the sound of a door closing. As she had often done, she reached for her favorite weapon, her dagger, and without even opening her eyes she had it pressed up
against the other person's throat.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." Came the response. She did not answer, but opened her eyes to face a stranger. He was taller than her, with a trace of a beard and mustache.
His mess of braided hair had jangling beads in it. His brown eyes connected with hers, and they stared at each other, neither breaking the gaze.
"Why not?" She asked in a raspy tone. Her throat hurt as she barely managed to speak.
"Killing your rescuer isn't very nice, for starters." The man began, as she pushed the blade deeper into his throat. "And second," he continued grabbing the dagger and twisting it out of her grip, "you're a little weak still, aren't you?" ~*That was a mistake. . .*~ she made herself look faint for a moment, and when she felt him drop his guard slightly, she went for his shoulders, pinning him on the mattress she had once been lying on. And twisting the dagger out of his hand she put it back to his throat. ~*She's good, too bad she's still a sickly thing.*~ He tried pulling the blade out of her hand to no avail.
"I apologize in advance, love." He moved his hands to her shirt sleeves (actually his shirt sleeves, he had removed her torn shirt and replaced it with one of his her to protect
her sun burned skinned) pulled them up, and dug his fingernails into her red flesh. Biting down on her lips until blood trickled, she refused to scream. But the dagger dropped
as her skin burned, and that was all he wanted. Within seconds, he had her pinned, and he leaned very close to her, his breath smelling of rum.
"What's your name?"
When she refused to speak, he pulled out a flask.
"I'll give you something to drink if you tell me your name."
She shut her eyes so that she wouldn't be tempted
"I know you're thirsty," he teased .
She didn't answer, but instead reached up and touched his red bandana. Jack was a little taken aback by her movement and he arched his eyebrows at her in surprise.
"You wore that. I saw it in the water." She tried to keep talking but all she did was cough violently. He took pity on her, and tilted the flask into her mouth. The rum burned down her throat, but she swallowed most of it. Eventually she moved her head away, Jack still had her pinned to the mattress, and whispered,
"Carly."
"Sorry . . . what was that?"
"My name's Carly." Jack looked at her, still confused. "It's short for Caroline, idiot." She sighed and shut her eyes, ~*get off me I can't breathe.*~
"Caroline . . . interesting name. . ."
~*What'll be interesting is to see how long it takes you to figure out your crushing my ribs*~
"Well, Caroline, Captain Jack Sparrow at your service . . ."
~*Stop rambling and get off me! *~
"Well, actually, you're really in my service seeing as how I saved you . . ."
"If you're finished, I'd be rather grateful if you got off me now." Carly managed to gasp as she struggled to breathe. Jack eased his pressure on her, but continued straddling
her, afraid she was going to try to make a dash for the door. He watched as she began panting for air, and then close her eyes once more. Soon, she was sleeping, her shallow
breathing, and a little groan assured Jack of it. He reached across to her left arm, and began rolling the sleeve. When it was up to her elbow, all that was on her red flesh was a
tattoo of a skull. Trying the right arm, he found that it was bare. ~*No pirate brand? Hm, Carly, what are you exactly, then?*~ He rolled up her pant legs, and heard a
jingle. ~*What's this?*~ Jack rolled her right pant leg slightly higher, and two anklets became visible. One was gold and the other silver. On each one there were emeralds and
rubies, but on the silver one, was a black skull. Jack tried to identify what kind of stone was used, but could not. Careful not to stir the woman beneath him, he unhooked both
the anklets, and slipped them into a pocket of his.
She muttered something about ''Wesset' and ''bloody heads' and stretched out her arms. Jack reacted too slow and received a smack in the nose. ~*Damn. Bloody hell. Stupid
gel.*~ He pinched his bleeding nose as he began her more closely. Her tangled brunette hair was strewn about the pillow, and her tiny pink lips were set in a frown. ~*If she
wasn't so violent she mighta made a good whore. Then again, most whores don't wear men's clothes.*~ Just as he was about to get off her, he noticed the black writing
along her other ankle. Tilting his head to get a better view Jack was able to make out the words, ''Death in Cold Blood'.
He shook his head, and closed the door gently as he left
