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Yup, here y'are. Okay, I've finally settled on a surname for Ana. Enjoy!
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Chapter Ten – Captain Sparrow
"Right, now youse two stay 'ere. Don't go wandrin' off, ye got that?"
Jack and Ana nodded dumbly.
"Now we's gonna go and have a chat to some friends of ours. Back quite soon, alright?"
Pintel and Ragetti left the grubbly hotel room. It was high up on the hillside, away from the rougher areas of the town. Once outside, Ragetti prodded his companion in the arm.
"Why's we 'angin' on to 'em?"
Pintel shoved his lanky friend into an alcove.
"Cuz I saw the diary that boys got, It's Tanya Morgan's! She must've been his mum, or sumthin'. Anyway, there are co-ordinates fer treasures in there!"
Ragetti's eyes bulged. He smiled and laughed his wheezing laugh.
"Know what they are?"
"Nah, didn't 'ave time to look, but I know he's got the diary. So, lets go find our pals, eh mate?"
The two pirates set off to find their devious comrades.
"So, yer off then? Gonna get a boat to Port Jashall, you said."
Ana nodded. She wanted to go home, be away from the sea. If she could bear it for one more long-ish trip...She'd be back in the stuffy old house. Back to being married off.
It was strange, but now she walked with a sailors rolling gait. She missed the swaying of a ship beneath her feet. She missed the sea. She didn't miss her family.
"No, actually. I'll stay here."
"Oh? Why?"
Ana considered.
"Because if I go, you'll do something stupid. I've got to look after you."
"I'm the oldest one!"
"Yes, but you're also the most irresponsible, and the daftest one."
Jack grinned.
"Fair enough, little sister. I s'pose we better start turning into pirates."
They looked at themselves in the mirror. After about ten seconds, Jack said under his breath;
"Bloody hell, that's gonna take some work."
Much to Pintel's dismay, Barbossa wasn't in Tortuga. He had in fact left for a few days, on some unknown voyage. This was good news for the budding pirates, however.
Early on, Ana had decided that Jack looked too young to be trusted by a bloodthirsty pirate crew. She had then, using her ladies knowledge of 'How to alter and take care of one's appearance', decreed that he ought to grow a beard and a moustache.
Ana herself had very few ideas concerning her own, youthful, appearance. Mind you, she wasn't going to be Captain.
After a daylight saunter down to some of the abundant shops, both of them had returned looking a good deal more piratical. Ragetti had made a mistake in leaving his bag of money lying around. After all, as Jack had said as they spent it, what do all pirates say?
Take what you can, give nothing back.
"The hat looks good."
Jack gave an imitation of a girlish giggle.
"Oh, d'ye think so?"
Jack pulled it on squarely. Ana shot him a dirty look before continuing.
"And you look a good bit older with the beard and moustache."
Jack stroked his chin reflectively. He 'did' look a lot older, actually. After viewing several regular pirates, he had decided to plait a few more strands of hair, and add some beads. He almost fitted in to the rest of Tortuga's clientele.
Ana, who was now also pulling on a hat, had rubbed her skin with salt water. Her face looked rougher now, and while she didn't look much older, she looked like she'd been at sea more.
Once more they viewed themselves in the mirror.
"I think we look the part, now lets go for a wander, see if we blend in."
The two of them set out into the street. Pintel and Ragetti had gone ages ago, on some other apparently important errand. As long as they didn't see them, they'd be fine.
Stepping down the cobbled streets, you couldn't really tell them from any other pirates. But, news travelled fast. Another man, equally scruffy and dirty looking halted in front of them.
"Are you that kid who got ahold of the 'Pearl'? Jack Sparrow, someone said yer name was."
Jack stared at him. Sparrow? Where on earth...
"Are ye? Well the man was French, he called ye Jack Moineau, but that's French fer sparrow, ain't it?"
Jack nodded silently. Captain Jack Sparrow? Captain Sparrow? Yes, now that sounded better. Moineau sounded too posh for a pirate's name, but sparrow, well it was far better.
"Aye. I'm captain Sparrow."
"Oh. Ye look older, than he said..."
Jack shrugged.
"'ard life at sea, mate."
Jack smiled innocently. The other man walked off, with a careless shrug of his shoulders.
Ana gazed at her brother's widening grin.
"Oh, so you're Captain Sparrow now, are ye?"
"Yes. I rather think I am."
With that, Jack started off down the street again. Ana trailed along in his wake, disbelief imprinted on her features. He'd be discovering treasure maps next...
Yup, here y'are. Okay, I've finally settled on a surname for Ana. Enjoy!
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Chapter Ten – Captain Sparrow
"Right, now youse two stay 'ere. Don't go wandrin' off, ye got that?"
Jack and Ana nodded dumbly.
"Now we's gonna go and have a chat to some friends of ours. Back quite soon, alright?"
Pintel and Ragetti left the grubbly hotel room. It was high up on the hillside, away from the rougher areas of the town. Once outside, Ragetti prodded his companion in the arm.
"Why's we 'angin' on to 'em?"
Pintel shoved his lanky friend into an alcove.
"Cuz I saw the diary that boys got, It's Tanya Morgan's! She must've been his mum, or sumthin'. Anyway, there are co-ordinates fer treasures in there!"
Ragetti's eyes bulged. He smiled and laughed his wheezing laugh.
"Know what they are?"
"Nah, didn't 'ave time to look, but I know he's got the diary. So, lets go find our pals, eh mate?"
The two pirates set off to find their devious comrades.
"So, yer off then? Gonna get a boat to Port Jashall, you said."
Ana nodded. She wanted to go home, be away from the sea. If she could bear it for one more long-ish trip...She'd be back in the stuffy old house. Back to being married off.
It was strange, but now she walked with a sailors rolling gait. She missed the swaying of a ship beneath her feet. She missed the sea. She didn't miss her family.
"No, actually. I'll stay here."
"Oh? Why?"
Ana considered.
"Because if I go, you'll do something stupid. I've got to look after you."
"I'm the oldest one!"
"Yes, but you're also the most irresponsible, and the daftest one."
Jack grinned.
"Fair enough, little sister. I s'pose we better start turning into pirates."
They looked at themselves in the mirror. After about ten seconds, Jack said under his breath;
"Bloody hell, that's gonna take some work."
Much to Pintel's dismay, Barbossa wasn't in Tortuga. He had in fact left for a few days, on some unknown voyage. This was good news for the budding pirates, however.
Early on, Ana had decided that Jack looked too young to be trusted by a bloodthirsty pirate crew. She had then, using her ladies knowledge of 'How to alter and take care of one's appearance', decreed that he ought to grow a beard and a moustache.
Ana herself had very few ideas concerning her own, youthful, appearance. Mind you, she wasn't going to be Captain.
After a daylight saunter down to some of the abundant shops, both of them had returned looking a good deal more piratical. Ragetti had made a mistake in leaving his bag of money lying around. After all, as Jack had said as they spent it, what do all pirates say?
Take what you can, give nothing back.
"The hat looks good."
Jack gave an imitation of a girlish giggle.
"Oh, d'ye think so?"
Jack pulled it on squarely. Ana shot him a dirty look before continuing.
"And you look a good bit older with the beard and moustache."
Jack stroked his chin reflectively. He 'did' look a lot older, actually. After viewing several regular pirates, he had decided to plait a few more strands of hair, and add some beads. He almost fitted in to the rest of Tortuga's clientele.
Ana, who was now also pulling on a hat, had rubbed her skin with salt water. Her face looked rougher now, and while she didn't look much older, she looked like she'd been at sea more.
Once more they viewed themselves in the mirror.
"I think we look the part, now lets go for a wander, see if we blend in."
The two of them set out into the street. Pintel and Ragetti had gone ages ago, on some other apparently important errand. As long as they didn't see them, they'd be fine.
Stepping down the cobbled streets, you couldn't really tell them from any other pirates. But, news travelled fast. Another man, equally scruffy and dirty looking halted in front of them.
"Are you that kid who got ahold of the 'Pearl'? Jack Sparrow, someone said yer name was."
Jack stared at him. Sparrow? Where on earth...
"Are ye? Well the man was French, he called ye Jack Moineau, but that's French fer sparrow, ain't it?"
Jack nodded silently. Captain Jack Sparrow? Captain Sparrow? Yes, now that sounded better. Moineau sounded too posh for a pirate's name, but sparrow, well it was far better.
"Aye. I'm captain Sparrow."
"Oh. Ye look older, than he said..."
Jack shrugged.
"'ard life at sea, mate."
Jack smiled innocently. The other man walked off, with a careless shrug of his shoulders.
Ana gazed at her brother's widening grin.
"Oh, so you're Captain Sparrow now, are ye?"
"Yes. I rather think I am."
With that, Jack started off down the street again. Ana trailed along in his wake, disbelief imprinted on her features. He'd be discovering treasure maps next...