Chapter 1:
A/N: Okay this is a one shot thing; I wanted to see how this would turn out. So I would appreciate if you would review it and tell me if it is good or not. Please keep in mind that this will determine whether I continue to write it or not. Well thanks and enjoy!
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I entered the pub that night expecting to have a night filled with rum, chaos and roaring laughter, but what I got was something better. An adventure.
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"Wench!" I called to the shady whore behind the bar, "A rum, if you'd be so kind!" I gave a cheeky smile and removed my hat, my dirtied green bandana still intertwined in the coils of my black hair. This poor hat, I bought it cheap and never imagined it lasting this long, it looked like it had been run over by carriages several times. I laughed silently to myself remembering how much effort it took to get that hat. But such is the life of a pirate, right?
The bar wench brought over my mug which I took from her hastily, "What took you so long? I could've eaten a royal meal fit for the king by now! Never mind that, get back to your work!" The woman scoffed at me and turned on her heals to walk away her dirty blonde hair dangling from that rat's nest on top of her head.
I heard the pub door swing open and decided to get a glance at the fellow who had caused a sudden shock to sweep over the crowd.
"Justin Reynolds! Where is the whelp? Who's hiding him?" The man's voice was rough and deep; his right hand had a firm grip on the handle of his cutlass. I dare not show my face to him, for I am Justin Reynolds or Justine Reynolds for that matter.
I quickly drank the last of my rum and placed my hat back on my unruly locks of curls. Many men were seen leaving the pub and I thought this might be my chance to escape. So I stood slowly keeping an eye on the man at all times. I recognized him now, it was Kurt Millson a well-known pirate in these parts and I was the lass foolish enough to steal from him.
I walked drunkenly out the side door of the pub, making sure not to be noticed by any of the pirates standing with Millson. I crept down the back alley and made a failed attempt to walk across the street unnoticed.
A scrawny looking pirate alerted Millson of my escape and began to chase after me. I ran fearlessly through the crowded streets of Nassau, it was a beautiful night and I would've taken more notice of it if it weren't for my being chased.
They chased me for quite some time, around corners through market places and into dark alleys. When I came to Hanover Street I had thought I lost them so I stopped to catch my breath. Massaging my side to ease the pain of my cramp I sat down on the cold stone curb and looked out at the quiet neighborhood.
The cold night air was beginning to settle in so I pulled my wool jacket tighter around my body at an attempt to keep warm. I could see the docks from where I was sitting; the gigantic ships amazed me. These huge ships could go out on the ocean and tackle the sea many times over; they bewildered me.
I stood straight up as the point of a very sharp sword found it's way into my back. I could feel the razor point just beneath my flesh as I was marched out into the street.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our dear friend Mr. Reynolds," the husky voice on the other end of the cutlass sounded.
"Listen Millson I can repay you whatever I owe-."
"I don't want your money Reynolds, I want you, and I want you dead! This will teach any man who even so much as thinks of stealing from me to turn away. I'm going to make an example of you, understood?" The blade in my back was being turned and I winced in agony. "Understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand." I said behind gritted teeth; when I got out of this he was going to wish he had never done that. No one mocks Justine Reynolds and gets away with it, at least not now anyway.
"Good, then we shall continue. Turn around!" I turned slowly and he pressed me up against the wall of a stone building. The slime from the wall made my back slip against it. "I am going to kill you with my bare hands Reynolds and then I'm going to cut you up into little pieces."
I gulped hard and then tried to break away as he forced his hands around my neck. I couldn't breath he was cutting off my airway, I began to choke on my own spit and I kicked frantically trying to escape.
"Put the lad down," came a voice from underneath the shadows.
"Who dares interfere with the affairs of Kurt Millson?" Millson shot back slowly loosening his grip on me to deal with the 'intruder'.
"Oh I didn't know it was Kurt Millson, I'll leave now," the voice said mockingly, his hands flailing about.
I couldn't help but laugh but Millson quickly fixed that. He tightened his grip around my neck and I began choking once more. "Come out and show yourself stranger!"
"Let the lad go first!" I could now see a figure shaping in the darkness, I still couldn't tell if it was male or female but by the deepness of the voice I guessed male.
"If you don't come out, the lad dies here and now!" Millson made his point clear by placing his cutlass to my breast. I prayed to god that he wouldn't notice I was a woman that would be the end of me if he did.
The figure put his hands up in defense and walked under the streetlight. He wasn't a very tall man but looked sturdy and experienced when it came to fighting. He wore a tricorn hat, a long dirtied jacket and his face was vaguely familiar. Perhaps I had seen him around and didn't know it.
My attention soon shot back to the blade at my chest as it was poked harder into my flesh. I looked down at where it was placed and saw blood flow through my cotton shirt. "Now tell me why this lad would have any effect on you. Why should I turn him over to your lead?"
"He'd be off your hands for good, you wouldn't ever see the likes off him again."
"And if I killed him now I wouldn't ever see him again."
"True, but then you would have me to deal with." The man took a step closer.
"And who is it that I might be dealing with?"
I could feel the blood rolling onto my stomach, the warmth made me squirm. The man walked up to Millson until he came to the curb where he stopped and starred at me. My hat had fallen to the ground and my locks were saturated with the slime from the wall.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" The man gave a cheeky grin and leaned against the wall, "So what do you say you let the lad go?"
Millson looked down at my wound, the blood made my cotton shirt stick to my chest and I knew he had discovered I was a woman. "You're a bloody lass," he said in a whisper, still struck dumbfounded by the newly discovered fact.
Out of pure reaction I punched him and the sword cut a slit into my flesh. I gripped my wound and then snatched my hat from the ground running with the man named Sparrow down a few alleys until we came to a dock.
We stopped and I leaned up against a post still gripping my wound attempting to apply pressure.
"You lost a lot of blood back there, let me see the wound I can patch it up." He went to reach for it and I quickly covered it up with my jacket
"No! I'll be fine, really. Thank you for back there, but I really must be going." I turned and began my stroll back to the pub.
"You're Justin Reynolds?" I stopped in my track and turned to face the man.
"How do you know that?" I eyed him suspiciously.
"I was in the pub tonight, I saw you leave out of the side door and concluded that you were Justin Reynolds, so I decided to follow you."
"And again I thank you for your help, it is greatly appreciated. Now I really must be on my way."
"My fellow crew member and I were looking for some new scalawags to add to our crew, and I happened to spot you. I figured anyone who is good enough to challenge Millson is good enough to serve the Black Pearl."
"The Black Pearl? You're that Jack sparrow?" I took a few steps closer to look him over once more; he had tangled brown hair and two braids dangling from his chin. There were miscellaneous beads and trinkets intertwined in his hair.
"Captain, if you'd be so kind? And yes I am he, you've heard of me then?" A grin stretched across his face.
"Only that he is a drunken coward who hides on his gallant ship just waiting for some danger to sneak up and beat him to a pulp." As my smile widened it seemed his decreased.
"If you truly believe those stories then I suppose you won't be wanting a spot on me crew then?"
"I never said I believed those stories, merely that I had heard them." I felt a sharp pain from my chest and I gripped my wound.
"Reynolds? Reynolds?" My grip weakened as I could feel myself slipping away into a deep slumber, the last thing I could remember was the sound of Sparrows voice as I toppled over into the water.
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A/N: Well it's now up to you to tell me what you thought of it. Your reviews determine whether I continue to write this story, so please keep that in mind. Thanks! Until next time, TA!
A/N: Okay this is a one shot thing; I wanted to see how this would turn out. So I would appreciate if you would review it and tell me if it is good or not. Please keep in mind that this will determine whether I continue to write it or not. Well thanks and enjoy!
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I entered the pub that night expecting to have a night filled with rum, chaos and roaring laughter, but what I got was something better. An adventure.
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"Wench!" I called to the shady whore behind the bar, "A rum, if you'd be so kind!" I gave a cheeky smile and removed my hat, my dirtied green bandana still intertwined in the coils of my black hair. This poor hat, I bought it cheap and never imagined it lasting this long, it looked like it had been run over by carriages several times. I laughed silently to myself remembering how much effort it took to get that hat. But such is the life of a pirate, right?
The bar wench brought over my mug which I took from her hastily, "What took you so long? I could've eaten a royal meal fit for the king by now! Never mind that, get back to your work!" The woman scoffed at me and turned on her heals to walk away her dirty blonde hair dangling from that rat's nest on top of her head.
I heard the pub door swing open and decided to get a glance at the fellow who had caused a sudden shock to sweep over the crowd.
"Justin Reynolds! Where is the whelp? Who's hiding him?" The man's voice was rough and deep; his right hand had a firm grip on the handle of his cutlass. I dare not show my face to him, for I am Justin Reynolds or Justine Reynolds for that matter.
I quickly drank the last of my rum and placed my hat back on my unruly locks of curls. Many men were seen leaving the pub and I thought this might be my chance to escape. So I stood slowly keeping an eye on the man at all times. I recognized him now, it was Kurt Millson a well-known pirate in these parts and I was the lass foolish enough to steal from him.
I walked drunkenly out the side door of the pub, making sure not to be noticed by any of the pirates standing with Millson. I crept down the back alley and made a failed attempt to walk across the street unnoticed.
A scrawny looking pirate alerted Millson of my escape and began to chase after me. I ran fearlessly through the crowded streets of Nassau, it was a beautiful night and I would've taken more notice of it if it weren't for my being chased.
They chased me for quite some time, around corners through market places and into dark alleys. When I came to Hanover Street I had thought I lost them so I stopped to catch my breath. Massaging my side to ease the pain of my cramp I sat down on the cold stone curb and looked out at the quiet neighborhood.
The cold night air was beginning to settle in so I pulled my wool jacket tighter around my body at an attempt to keep warm. I could see the docks from where I was sitting; the gigantic ships amazed me. These huge ships could go out on the ocean and tackle the sea many times over; they bewildered me.
I stood straight up as the point of a very sharp sword found it's way into my back. I could feel the razor point just beneath my flesh as I was marched out into the street.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't our dear friend Mr. Reynolds," the husky voice on the other end of the cutlass sounded.
"Listen Millson I can repay you whatever I owe-."
"I don't want your money Reynolds, I want you, and I want you dead! This will teach any man who even so much as thinks of stealing from me to turn away. I'm going to make an example of you, understood?" The blade in my back was being turned and I winced in agony. "Understand?"
"Yes sir, I understand." I said behind gritted teeth; when I got out of this he was going to wish he had never done that. No one mocks Justine Reynolds and gets away with it, at least not now anyway.
"Good, then we shall continue. Turn around!" I turned slowly and he pressed me up against the wall of a stone building. The slime from the wall made my back slip against it. "I am going to kill you with my bare hands Reynolds and then I'm going to cut you up into little pieces."
I gulped hard and then tried to break away as he forced his hands around my neck. I couldn't breath he was cutting off my airway, I began to choke on my own spit and I kicked frantically trying to escape.
"Put the lad down," came a voice from underneath the shadows.
"Who dares interfere with the affairs of Kurt Millson?" Millson shot back slowly loosening his grip on me to deal with the 'intruder'.
"Oh I didn't know it was Kurt Millson, I'll leave now," the voice said mockingly, his hands flailing about.
I couldn't help but laugh but Millson quickly fixed that. He tightened his grip around my neck and I began choking once more. "Come out and show yourself stranger!"
"Let the lad go first!" I could now see a figure shaping in the darkness, I still couldn't tell if it was male or female but by the deepness of the voice I guessed male.
"If you don't come out, the lad dies here and now!" Millson made his point clear by placing his cutlass to my breast. I prayed to god that he wouldn't notice I was a woman that would be the end of me if he did.
The figure put his hands up in defense and walked under the streetlight. He wasn't a very tall man but looked sturdy and experienced when it came to fighting. He wore a tricorn hat, a long dirtied jacket and his face was vaguely familiar. Perhaps I had seen him around and didn't know it.
My attention soon shot back to the blade at my chest as it was poked harder into my flesh. I looked down at where it was placed and saw blood flow through my cotton shirt. "Now tell me why this lad would have any effect on you. Why should I turn him over to your lead?"
"He'd be off your hands for good, you wouldn't ever see the likes off him again."
"And if I killed him now I wouldn't ever see him again."
"True, but then you would have me to deal with." The man took a step closer.
"And who is it that I might be dealing with?"
I could feel the blood rolling onto my stomach, the warmth made me squirm. The man walked up to Millson until he came to the curb where he stopped and starred at me. My hat had fallen to the ground and my locks were saturated with the slime from the wall.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" The man gave a cheeky grin and leaned against the wall, "So what do you say you let the lad go?"
Millson looked down at my wound, the blood made my cotton shirt stick to my chest and I knew he had discovered I was a woman. "You're a bloody lass," he said in a whisper, still struck dumbfounded by the newly discovered fact.
Out of pure reaction I punched him and the sword cut a slit into my flesh. I gripped my wound and then snatched my hat from the ground running with the man named Sparrow down a few alleys until we came to a dock.
We stopped and I leaned up against a post still gripping my wound attempting to apply pressure.
"You lost a lot of blood back there, let me see the wound I can patch it up." He went to reach for it and I quickly covered it up with my jacket
"No! I'll be fine, really. Thank you for back there, but I really must be going." I turned and began my stroll back to the pub.
"You're Justin Reynolds?" I stopped in my track and turned to face the man.
"How do you know that?" I eyed him suspiciously.
"I was in the pub tonight, I saw you leave out of the side door and concluded that you were Justin Reynolds, so I decided to follow you."
"And again I thank you for your help, it is greatly appreciated. Now I really must be on my way."
"My fellow crew member and I were looking for some new scalawags to add to our crew, and I happened to spot you. I figured anyone who is good enough to challenge Millson is good enough to serve the Black Pearl."
"The Black Pearl? You're that Jack sparrow?" I took a few steps closer to look him over once more; he had tangled brown hair and two braids dangling from his chin. There were miscellaneous beads and trinkets intertwined in his hair.
"Captain, if you'd be so kind? And yes I am he, you've heard of me then?" A grin stretched across his face.
"Only that he is a drunken coward who hides on his gallant ship just waiting for some danger to sneak up and beat him to a pulp." As my smile widened it seemed his decreased.
"If you truly believe those stories then I suppose you won't be wanting a spot on me crew then?"
"I never said I believed those stories, merely that I had heard them." I felt a sharp pain from my chest and I gripped my wound.
"Reynolds? Reynolds?" My grip weakened as I could feel myself slipping away into a deep slumber, the last thing I could remember was the sound of Sparrows voice as I toppled over into the water.
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A/N: Well it's now up to you to tell me what you thought of it. Your reviews determine whether I continue to write this story, so please keep that in mind. Thanks! Until next time, TA!
