Commandeering the Rum

Anne Parkington

[sum] Elizabeth's younger sister wants to make a rum cake for Will and Elizabeth, but she doesn't have any rum. So she decides to steal some from Jack. The smartest idea in the world? I think not.

[dis] I do not own Pirates Of The Caribbean. At all. .:sigh:. I'm so poor. Lol!

[ded] to McKay. CHILDREN!? He commandeered my bike!!

Ps. I know that commandeering is a nautical term. . . but now I use it for everything. . . so. . . just know that it supposed to be funny. . . not a mistake. ^_^

Oh yeah, and power outages suck! I lost mine for like the whole frickin day. I was dying. . . we had no flashlights and no batteries for the radio. No idea what was going on. . . NO FAN FICTION! Luckily I had my friendly handy dandy battery powered record player to get me though the tough times. . . yay! Aww my family sucks at this no power thing. . . we didn't have any water, or anything. We didn't even have a frickin' CAN OPENER!! I had to open my beans in a weird weird way. . . like. . . with a bottle opener. Don't ask me how I did it. I just did. But we sat outside, listened to the Knack, and watched bats go nuts on the mosquitoes, and I suppose it was a good bonding time for my family bla bla bla, whatever. Enough of my yammering, on with the ficcy!!

Chapter One- The Plot Begins. .

Tara Swann walked down the dock, her arm raised, shading herself from the hot Caribbean sun. Her eyes searched the ships, looking for any sign of the tipsiest pirate in the Spanish Main, Captain Jack Sparrow. Tara bore a striking resemblance to her older sister, Elizabeth, but her nose was a little off-center and her eyes were a weird shade of brown/gray. Her hair also didn't have the curling abilities that her sister's did, and usually lay limp down her back. Her relatives always referred to Elizabeth as the beautiful Swann. . . and she was always the perky baby Swann. She loved her sister very much, but hated being compared to her. A lot of times she felt left out of her family.

"I didn't even get to be in the movie." She said to herself, surveying the dock one last time before turning towards the mainland. She strolled towards the beach, and looked under the dock, caring not about how muddy her skirt was getting.

"Ms. Swann." Came a voice. Jack Sparrow leaned out towards her from behind a dock pole.

"Captain Sparrow." Tara said formally, giving a small curtsey.

"What is a lovely young girl like yerself doin' in a smelly, disgusting, bug infested place like this?" Jack said, walking towards her, his boots getting stuck in the muck.

"Actually, I've been looking for you!"

Jack raised an eyebrow.

"Really. Looking for a pirate? You better not let your darling father find out, or else he might hang you too." Jack teased.

"I highly doubt that, Captain Sparrow, for he's letting Elizabeth marry William, who is also a pirate." Tara said, as they strolled out into the sunlight.

"Bloody sun!" Jack said, his arms moving offbeat with his steps. He raised them trying to block some of the sun, but finally gave up and tipped his hat down. Jack grinned though.

"You have a point there. Now, m'lady, what did ye go looking for a pirate for?" He squatted down on his knees, and looked the 14 year old in the eye.

"I want some rum." She said. Jack laughed and stood up.

"Now what would a girl like you want with rum?" He asked, as they made their away towards his ship.

"I want to make a cake for Elizabeth and Will. I wanted to do something special for them." Tara said pleadingly. Jack shook his head and grinned.

"Sorry, luv. All the rum I have is for me. I need it. Or else I'll die." He climbed back onto the dock and helped her up too.

"You're not going to DIE!" She exclaimed as he sauntered back to the pearl, his arms flailing.

"How do you know?"

"Cuz you've never died before!"

"Because I've always had me rum!" Jack roared playfully. Tara rolled her eyes and took a step towards him, stepping on her hem and falling forwards. With cat like reflexes (yeah, a drunken cat) Jack spun around and caught her.

"Please?" She asked. Jack sighed, and put her down.

"I'm sorry, luv. Me rum is one of the only things I treasure. Besides, gold and jewels and me ship, and me. . . you know." He winked at her. Tara blushed.

"Even more that Will, your best friend?" she called as he disappeared into his cabin. But he didn't reply. She gave one exasperated shout, and walked back to her house, promising that she would go to all lengths to get a bottle of rum out of Jack's stash.

Maybe she wouldn't make a rum cake after all, and do it, just to spite him.

She let out a cruel chuckle, but her father, who was standing in the doorway heard her, and sent her an odd look.

"Tara are you feeling alright?" He asked.

"Oh yes, father. Splendid!" Tara said, smiling fakely, and running up to her room to do some. . . (dramatic pause) evil planning! BWahahahahah!

Short, but will be continued! Review please!