Warnings- rated R, yay.
Disclaimers- I don't own Jack or Sands, but I will swap them for Cash and Cat.
A/n- okay I've redone the last chapter (12) so is you want too check it out you all soo should
Last time, Cash's POV'
"...............Are you coming"
"Apparently not today" I sigh, sometimes she can be so cruel. I follow her out the door.
Depp showed us where to go, using a serious of different screeches and jumping up and down techniques, often a combination of the two.
At one point he got so frustrated with us and our apparent stupidity/obliviousness to his obvious directions (well obvious to him and any other monkey around) that he jumped from his perch on Cats shoulder to mine and slapped me on the forehead before rapidly reversing his manoeuvre back onto Cat who was grinning in amusement. I was starting to rethink Harris's comment last night about eating him, or at least selling him to someone who will.
When we finally made it to the docks, a little bit late, we found an irate Captain Harris who was pacing up and down the small dock his already ugly features made even worse by the way he was scrunching up his face in what I can only assume is a frown.
"Ah, Doctor glad te see tha' ye made it, and Catrina if its possible ye look lovelier today than ye did yesterday" I can see Cat out of the corner of my eye trying hard not to roll her eyes as the Captain forces a smile for her.
"Please Captain, call me Cash. Technically I'm not a doctor, anymore" he nods at this, probably not wanting to give someone other than himself a title.
"There's been a change of plan, we're leaving now. We'll be stopping off in Port Pantar which is about a day or two clear sail from 'ere." As he speaks he is constantly looking around, he's on the edge and I don't trust him. What's got him so flustered? and where the hell is Pantar?
"Why are we leaving now Captain?, as I understood it the ship was in need of stocking up on medicine." Cat, had regained control of her rolling eyes, and started to do something useful, which is most unlike her.
"No lass we have to go now, we've plenty of brandy and laudanum to see us through to Pantar" he starts to usher us onto the boat........ ship. What is laudanum? It sounds familiar, I shake my head, whatever it is it has to be better than brandy.
The ship's name was the, Accipiter Nisus, the crew doesn't know why, hell half of them can't even pronounce it, it is a bit of a mouthful. They just affectionately call her The Nis or Nissy. We're shown to the doctors cabin, its quite small but for a ship its luxury, well I think.
The door to our cabin closes and we can hear Harris giving orders to set sail, well that's that then, I suppose that we'll be introduced to the crew later on.
There are three small beds in the room also a chest and a desk. There is a cupboard on one side which must hold the medicine and........ stuff, I can tell that I'm going to be really handy with those technical terms. On the other side there is a wash basin, just below a port hole and a chamber pot... fantastic. I walk over to the hole and look out, great, an ocean view just what we asked for.
"Where do we pee, I need to pee" I point my foot at the pot, and can't help but laugh at the look of complete horror on her face.
"Fuck that, I'll hold it in" she remarks as I raise an eyebrow questionably,
"For the whole time, I hope that Monkey is house trained" I point to Depp and he looks at me in shock and maybe anger his little eyes narrowing,
"Of course he's house trained, poor little Depp" he jumps up on her and she cradles him like a baby. He looks at me and smirks as he nuzzles in to her.
That crafty little bugger, fine let them be. I leave them on the bed and go to check the medical stuff to see what we have, maybe the last Doc kept records or notes or something, a step by step instruction manual on how to be a ships surgeon perhaps? I had two days clear sailing to figure out what we needed, and how to fake being a doctor, that and I want to know what that laudanum stuff is and what it is used for and if its useful how much we have.
Authors note- Cash and Cat on Laudanum, that's going to be fun, maybe we'll even give Depp some, if we don't he'll just take it. Hmmmmmmmm I wonder what else they'll have in the cupboard?
Last time my POV
"You, where to find YOU, not me sweetness, you. They were told where you were, and for your information I didn't find any whores I was baby sitting outside"
"What the fuck are you.......how did you know there was four?" Suddenly it all clicked.....The enemy of my enemy.
That basterd!
"You devious son of a whore, how could you?..."
"Well it was quite easy, all I had to do was go and find Harris's men that were so obviously looking for you, after that little stunt that you pulled in the bar, which I must say I had to work quite hard so that Jack didn't see it so you owe me for that. But first I had to make sure that Jack would be near by to save you, once that was achieved everything just fell into place from there, and my mother was not, a whore she didn't sell it, she gave it away" his voice had remained neutral, the whole time he could be asking for a tequila and lime, instead of telling me that he'd gambled with my life, and he was smiling.
"They could have killed me!" I shout, furious at him.
"I was right outside, you were fine the whole time it wasn't like they were going to shoot you they were going to have a bit of sport first" he assures me, yeah, like that makes it any better.
"The one holding the fucking knife to my throat didn't want SPORT, he wanted to kill me, he almost did when he fell on me"
"Well, that was a chance I was willing to take (he smiles) As for your back and throat, let me take a look at them and I'll see what I can do." He pushes off from the wall and starts to walk towards me his hands reaching out to touch me, I hang my head low, pouting in defeat, he takes this as permission to touch me.
It wasn't, as soon as he's close enough I swing for him with a right, not some pathetic half attempt of a slap like the one from last night, this is a punch that comes from six years of fighting with my six foot eight boyfriend and its fuelled by pure rage.
It connects beautifully with his right eye and he goes down, and after a kick or two to his ribs, I'm down there with him. I grab his throat and start to squeeze, digging my nails into him.
He tries to throw me off him, but he's nothing in body mass compared to my normal sparring partner, I stay on top with ease.
"Now just while you lying there, lets talk about risks that, I'M not willing to take, Kay?" he tries to nod but I have him tightly, he's having trouble breathing........ good. He glares at me his eyes promise revenge and pain.
"Great, now, I don't want you to gamble with my life again. I don't want you to patronise me or call me Wench in front of other pirates, I want you to come to my defence whenever someone attacks me like they did last night in the bar. I want you to run any plots or plans that you have running around in your brain by me first. And last but not by any means least, and listen carefully cause this one is very important, NEVER, EVER, for any reason at all drink my rum or whatever type of alcohol that I happen to be drinking at the time, or I will kill you, Savvy?"
He stares pointedly at me, his eyes telling me that he can't talk his eyebrows raised. I release his throat a little so that he can breathe he takes a gasping breath as his hands go for something in his pocket, he drives it into my leg, I jump up to inspect the damage, but there was none, he hadn't went for an artery like I had last night, he just jabbed it at my thigh, it was designed to make me get off him but he shouldn't have missed, there was no wound at all.
He had rolled on to his side to get air once I had let him go, but now he just stared at my leg where I should have a small wound. I could feel something hot and sticky running down my back which was a sure sign that the wound on my back had re-opened.
"Your shirts open" he says trying to get his cool back but he sounded hoarse which made me feel great, not as good as his eye though it had started to swell and close up, I buttoned up the shirt smiling as I did, I had nothing to be ashamed of, I just kicked his ass and he knew it.
"I stabbed you. In the leg"
"No, if you had there would have been a mark" I said but unsure about it, I had felt his hand on my leg. He started towards me and I moved back, he still had a knife in his hand. He holds both his hands up in front of me.
"Okay, you win. I agree to your terms, I haven't been exactly forthcoming with information. (I make a sound at the back of my throat) I'm trying here, so I'll be good, I'll play nice just like you said........... but, there are a few conditions (he lifts his hand higher to quiet me) hear me out first?"
I sigh and look at him, my backs becoming a problem and my whole arm was aching, apparently in the heat of the moment I'd forgotten about the bat thingy that hit it last night.
"Well.... Go on then"
"First off I still have to check your wounds and now that I have some of my own, I can only hope that you'll return the favour, we're going to have to do the best that we can right now then go to the street and get some bandages and rum, we can't let each other die of infection, and before you say anything I know that it'll hurt like a son of a bitch which is why we're going to get very drunk and I know that its not fair that your back is going to be doused with rum to stop infection and feel like its on fire, but believe me its better than the alternative, alright?"
He's right but...
"Brandy, don't waste the rum." Smiling he nods.
"The second thing is, that I did in fact stab you, so I would like to try it again, nothing to bad just a small paper cut, and before you ask, no you can't just do it yourself it has to be me, as it was me who did it the first time and we already know that you can be hurt by other people" his voice was neutral he was expecting a fight.
But he was right, again, we had to know. It would only be a little cut and if it turned out that he can't, in fact hurt me it meant that I could kick his ass all the time. I started to nod, and sat down on the bed.
"Fine, but if you actually hurt me I get to return the favour, Savvy?"
"Agreed" he kneels down in front of me and lifts my right arm, I wince and pull back.
"The other, arm" he looks at me with something that looks strange on his face, just out of place, concern.
He picks up my left hand and places the blade on my thumb, god I must be stupid to let him do this. He gently pulls the blade against the tip of it but nothing happens its as if the blade melts into my hand I don't even feel it. I can feel the metal against my skin then nothing.
"That's, interesting" I say, my voice sounding far away, and its kind off hard to focus. Oh shit.
"Sands? Can we do this another time? Like tomorrow or whenever?" he looks at me, again with concern in his eyes, he has lovely eyes when their not being sarcastic or well like him.
"Very well, why don't you lie down on the bed, and I'll take a look at your back?"
"Sure, but I have to unbutton it. So could you turn around?" "Not ten minutes ago you were wrestling me, with it hanging open, now you want me to turn around while you unbutton it? Talk about your mixed messages" he complains as he turns around
"Shut it or I'll kick you ass........... again." I undo the buttons, take off the shirt and lie down on the bed.
"That was below the belt, speaking of which a night with the infamous Captain of the Black Pearl, how did that work out for you?"
His voice was light and teasing so I kept mine that way too, "You know how it went you were outside the whole time...... pervert" I felt his hands on my bare back, okay, that hurts he's poking and prodding it once he's finished examining it he speaks.
"Well you'll live, all we need to do is stop the bleeding and put some rum.. brandy on it then you'll be fine........ although I don't advise and wrestling for a few days, which is a pity, cause next time I'll take you"
"You think?"
"I know, sugar butt, I know so lets go outside and get some supplies, I don't suppose that you would let me go myself it would save me from having to half carry you"
"I can walk...... just slowly. I don't think we'll be allowed to stay here much longer anyways, due to the dead bodies next door"
"Fine, we'll get what we need then get another room. Of cource I'll have to pass you off as a drunken whore, think you can manage that?" his voice still teasing.
"You know me I'll do anything for a bottle of rum.... You did say we were going to get drunk didn't you?"
"Sure did. Two bottles of rum and a bottle of brandy, y'know thinking about it it's a good thing we're not putting rum of your back." He turns around without having to be told and I put on Jack's shirt and my coat and hat, I'm struggling with my boots when he turns around and starts to help me.
"Why?" he laughs and looks up at me.
"Could you imagine trying to keep Jack off you if you smelled and tasted like rum?" well that's a thought, maybe we should use it.
"I couldn't keep myself off me if I smelled like rum, but that's just me. now help me stand and we'll get the hell out of here"
He does as he's told, which for Sands is weird. Maybe he likes getting beat up by women. His eye is pretty much closed and it's a nasty red/ blue colour. As we leave the room I remember my weapons but as I look around I see that Sands has them.
Ten minutes later sees us outside, in Tortuga town looking for bandages, rum and brandy, oh my.
Authors thanks-
Thank you to all my reviewers on the last chapter-
Captain-Jacklyn-Sparrow- O.k. now your scaring me a whole village? I used to have village of Silvanian families, but my brother periodically executed them, in lots of different ways. He preferred hanging then randomly in places that I couldn't reach.
Mistress of Destruction- It took me a good few days to cover up the damage that Sands did But I soo kicked his ass so we're all ok. Also thanks for the lines they are all under consideration and will show up, if you've got any more then send then my way.
Cap'n Keira Sparrow- Thanks for supporting me on the whole R rating we'll get to the hard stuff soon.
General stuff-
Tis me birthday tomorrow so don't be expecting anything until Friday. Trust me, the next chapters want too write themselves, but I will not let them. As Its my birthday I was considering treating my self and sleeping with both Jack and Sands in some sort of dream parody............ (pauses to consider)............... but I'll just imagine it instead it might still happen though, well I can hope I've got a really good chance with Jack me being female an' all.
I'm still wanting random lines for drug crazed'ness (that is soo a word) So come on give me some.
I'd like to thank my reviewers again cause I've got lots of reviews and it makes me feel soo good. It also makes me type more when we feel appreciated and warm and fuzzy.
Soo if you are reading this then pleeeaaassssee, please pretty please review, even if you already have, do it again........ for us?
Thanks.
Disclaimers- I don't own Jack or Sands, but I will swap them for Cash and Cat.
A/n- okay I've redone the last chapter (12) so is you want too check it out you all soo should
Last time, Cash's POV'
"...............Are you coming"
"Apparently not today" I sigh, sometimes she can be so cruel. I follow her out the door.
Depp showed us where to go, using a serious of different screeches and jumping up and down techniques, often a combination of the two.
At one point he got so frustrated with us and our apparent stupidity/obliviousness to his obvious directions (well obvious to him and any other monkey around) that he jumped from his perch on Cats shoulder to mine and slapped me on the forehead before rapidly reversing his manoeuvre back onto Cat who was grinning in amusement. I was starting to rethink Harris's comment last night about eating him, or at least selling him to someone who will.
When we finally made it to the docks, a little bit late, we found an irate Captain Harris who was pacing up and down the small dock his already ugly features made even worse by the way he was scrunching up his face in what I can only assume is a frown.
"Ah, Doctor glad te see tha' ye made it, and Catrina if its possible ye look lovelier today than ye did yesterday" I can see Cat out of the corner of my eye trying hard not to roll her eyes as the Captain forces a smile for her.
"Please Captain, call me Cash. Technically I'm not a doctor, anymore" he nods at this, probably not wanting to give someone other than himself a title.
"There's been a change of plan, we're leaving now. We'll be stopping off in Port Pantar which is about a day or two clear sail from 'ere." As he speaks he is constantly looking around, he's on the edge and I don't trust him. What's got him so flustered? and where the hell is Pantar?
"Why are we leaving now Captain?, as I understood it the ship was in need of stocking up on medicine." Cat, had regained control of her rolling eyes, and started to do something useful, which is most unlike her.
"No lass we have to go now, we've plenty of brandy and laudanum to see us through to Pantar" he starts to usher us onto the boat........ ship. What is laudanum? It sounds familiar, I shake my head, whatever it is it has to be better than brandy.
The ship's name was the, Accipiter Nisus, the crew doesn't know why, hell half of them can't even pronounce it, it is a bit of a mouthful. They just affectionately call her The Nis or Nissy. We're shown to the doctors cabin, its quite small but for a ship its luxury, well I think.
The door to our cabin closes and we can hear Harris giving orders to set sail, well that's that then, I suppose that we'll be introduced to the crew later on.
There are three small beds in the room also a chest and a desk. There is a cupboard on one side which must hold the medicine and........ stuff, I can tell that I'm going to be really handy with those technical terms. On the other side there is a wash basin, just below a port hole and a chamber pot... fantastic. I walk over to the hole and look out, great, an ocean view just what we asked for.
"Where do we pee, I need to pee" I point my foot at the pot, and can't help but laugh at the look of complete horror on her face.
"Fuck that, I'll hold it in" she remarks as I raise an eyebrow questionably,
"For the whole time, I hope that Monkey is house trained" I point to Depp and he looks at me in shock and maybe anger his little eyes narrowing,
"Of course he's house trained, poor little Depp" he jumps up on her and she cradles him like a baby. He looks at me and smirks as he nuzzles in to her.
That crafty little bugger, fine let them be. I leave them on the bed and go to check the medical stuff to see what we have, maybe the last Doc kept records or notes or something, a step by step instruction manual on how to be a ships surgeon perhaps? I had two days clear sailing to figure out what we needed, and how to fake being a doctor, that and I want to know what that laudanum stuff is and what it is used for and if its useful how much we have.
Authors note- Cash and Cat on Laudanum, that's going to be fun, maybe we'll even give Depp some, if we don't he'll just take it. Hmmmmmmmm I wonder what else they'll have in the cupboard?
Last time my POV
"You, where to find YOU, not me sweetness, you. They were told where you were, and for your information I didn't find any whores I was baby sitting outside"
"What the fuck are you.......how did you know there was four?" Suddenly it all clicked.....The enemy of my enemy.
That basterd!
"You devious son of a whore, how could you?..."
"Well it was quite easy, all I had to do was go and find Harris's men that were so obviously looking for you, after that little stunt that you pulled in the bar, which I must say I had to work quite hard so that Jack didn't see it so you owe me for that. But first I had to make sure that Jack would be near by to save you, once that was achieved everything just fell into place from there, and my mother was not, a whore she didn't sell it, she gave it away" his voice had remained neutral, the whole time he could be asking for a tequila and lime, instead of telling me that he'd gambled with my life, and he was smiling.
"They could have killed me!" I shout, furious at him.
"I was right outside, you were fine the whole time it wasn't like they were going to shoot you they were going to have a bit of sport first" he assures me, yeah, like that makes it any better.
"The one holding the fucking knife to my throat didn't want SPORT, he wanted to kill me, he almost did when he fell on me"
"Well, that was a chance I was willing to take (he smiles) As for your back and throat, let me take a look at them and I'll see what I can do." He pushes off from the wall and starts to walk towards me his hands reaching out to touch me, I hang my head low, pouting in defeat, he takes this as permission to touch me.
It wasn't, as soon as he's close enough I swing for him with a right, not some pathetic half attempt of a slap like the one from last night, this is a punch that comes from six years of fighting with my six foot eight boyfriend and its fuelled by pure rage.
It connects beautifully with his right eye and he goes down, and after a kick or two to his ribs, I'm down there with him. I grab his throat and start to squeeze, digging my nails into him.
He tries to throw me off him, but he's nothing in body mass compared to my normal sparring partner, I stay on top with ease.
"Now just while you lying there, lets talk about risks that, I'M not willing to take, Kay?" he tries to nod but I have him tightly, he's having trouble breathing........ good. He glares at me his eyes promise revenge and pain.
"Great, now, I don't want you to gamble with my life again. I don't want you to patronise me or call me Wench in front of other pirates, I want you to come to my defence whenever someone attacks me like they did last night in the bar. I want you to run any plots or plans that you have running around in your brain by me first. And last but not by any means least, and listen carefully cause this one is very important, NEVER, EVER, for any reason at all drink my rum or whatever type of alcohol that I happen to be drinking at the time, or I will kill you, Savvy?"
He stares pointedly at me, his eyes telling me that he can't talk his eyebrows raised. I release his throat a little so that he can breathe he takes a gasping breath as his hands go for something in his pocket, he drives it into my leg, I jump up to inspect the damage, but there was none, he hadn't went for an artery like I had last night, he just jabbed it at my thigh, it was designed to make me get off him but he shouldn't have missed, there was no wound at all.
He had rolled on to his side to get air once I had let him go, but now he just stared at my leg where I should have a small wound. I could feel something hot and sticky running down my back which was a sure sign that the wound on my back had re-opened.
"Your shirts open" he says trying to get his cool back but he sounded hoarse which made me feel great, not as good as his eye though it had started to swell and close up, I buttoned up the shirt smiling as I did, I had nothing to be ashamed of, I just kicked his ass and he knew it.
"I stabbed you. In the leg"
"No, if you had there would have been a mark" I said but unsure about it, I had felt his hand on my leg. He started towards me and I moved back, he still had a knife in his hand. He holds both his hands up in front of me.
"Okay, you win. I agree to your terms, I haven't been exactly forthcoming with information. (I make a sound at the back of my throat) I'm trying here, so I'll be good, I'll play nice just like you said........... but, there are a few conditions (he lifts his hand higher to quiet me) hear me out first?"
I sigh and look at him, my backs becoming a problem and my whole arm was aching, apparently in the heat of the moment I'd forgotten about the bat thingy that hit it last night.
"Well.... Go on then"
"First off I still have to check your wounds and now that I have some of my own, I can only hope that you'll return the favour, we're going to have to do the best that we can right now then go to the street and get some bandages and rum, we can't let each other die of infection, and before you say anything I know that it'll hurt like a son of a bitch which is why we're going to get very drunk and I know that its not fair that your back is going to be doused with rum to stop infection and feel like its on fire, but believe me its better than the alternative, alright?"
He's right but...
"Brandy, don't waste the rum." Smiling he nods.
"The second thing is, that I did in fact stab you, so I would like to try it again, nothing to bad just a small paper cut, and before you ask, no you can't just do it yourself it has to be me, as it was me who did it the first time and we already know that you can be hurt by other people" his voice was neutral he was expecting a fight.
But he was right, again, we had to know. It would only be a little cut and if it turned out that he can't, in fact hurt me it meant that I could kick his ass all the time. I started to nod, and sat down on the bed.
"Fine, but if you actually hurt me I get to return the favour, Savvy?"
"Agreed" he kneels down in front of me and lifts my right arm, I wince and pull back.
"The other, arm" he looks at me with something that looks strange on his face, just out of place, concern.
He picks up my left hand and places the blade on my thumb, god I must be stupid to let him do this. He gently pulls the blade against the tip of it but nothing happens its as if the blade melts into my hand I don't even feel it. I can feel the metal against my skin then nothing.
"That's, interesting" I say, my voice sounding far away, and its kind off hard to focus. Oh shit.
"Sands? Can we do this another time? Like tomorrow or whenever?" he looks at me, again with concern in his eyes, he has lovely eyes when their not being sarcastic or well like him.
"Very well, why don't you lie down on the bed, and I'll take a look at your back?"
"Sure, but I have to unbutton it. So could you turn around?" "Not ten minutes ago you were wrestling me, with it hanging open, now you want me to turn around while you unbutton it? Talk about your mixed messages" he complains as he turns around
"Shut it or I'll kick you ass........... again." I undo the buttons, take off the shirt and lie down on the bed.
"That was below the belt, speaking of which a night with the infamous Captain of the Black Pearl, how did that work out for you?"
His voice was light and teasing so I kept mine that way too, "You know how it went you were outside the whole time...... pervert" I felt his hands on my bare back, okay, that hurts he's poking and prodding it once he's finished examining it he speaks.
"Well you'll live, all we need to do is stop the bleeding and put some rum.. brandy on it then you'll be fine........ although I don't advise and wrestling for a few days, which is a pity, cause next time I'll take you"
"You think?"
"I know, sugar butt, I know so lets go outside and get some supplies, I don't suppose that you would let me go myself it would save me from having to half carry you"
"I can walk...... just slowly. I don't think we'll be allowed to stay here much longer anyways, due to the dead bodies next door"
"Fine, we'll get what we need then get another room. Of cource I'll have to pass you off as a drunken whore, think you can manage that?" his voice still teasing.
"You know me I'll do anything for a bottle of rum.... You did say we were going to get drunk didn't you?"
"Sure did. Two bottles of rum and a bottle of brandy, y'know thinking about it it's a good thing we're not putting rum of your back." He turns around without having to be told and I put on Jack's shirt and my coat and hat, I'm struggling with my boots when he turns around and starts to help me.
"Why?" he laughs and looks up at me.
"Could you imagine trying to keep Jack off you if you smelled and tasted like rum?" well that's a thought, maybe we should use it.
"I couldn't keep myself off me if I smelled like rum, but that's just me. now help me stand and we'll get the hell out of here"
He does as he's told, which for Sands is weird. Maybe he likes getting beat up by women. His eye is pretty much closed and it's a nasty red/ blue colour. As we leave the room I remember my weapons but as I look around I see that Sands has them.
Ten minutes later sees us outside, in Tortuga town looking for bandages, rum and brandy, oh my.
Authors thanks-
Thank you to all my reviewers on the last chapter-
Captain-Jacklyn-Sparrow- O.k. now your scaring me a whole village? I used to have village of Silvanian families, but my brother periodically executed them, in lots of different ways. He preferred hanging then randomly in places that I couldn't reach.
Mistress of Destruction- It took me a good few days to cover up the damage that Sands did But I soo kicked his ass so we're all ok. Also thanks for the lines they are all under consideration and will show up, if you've got any more then send then my way.
Cap'n Keira Sparrow- Thanks for supporting me on the whole R rating we'll get to the hard stuff soon.
General stuff-
Tis me birthday tomorrow so don't be expecting anything until Friday. Trust me, the next chapters want too write themselves, but I will not let them. As Its my birthday I was considering treating my self and sleeping with both Jack and Sands in some sort of dream parody............ (pauses to consider)............... but I'll just imagine it instead it might still happen though, well I can hope I've got a really good chance with Jack me being female an' all.
I'm still wanting random lines for drug crazed'ness (that is soo a word) So come on give me some.
I'd like to thank my reviewers again cause I've got lots of reviews and it makes me feel soo good. It also makes me type more when we feel appreciated and warm and fuzzy.
Soo if you are reading this then pleeeaaassssee, please pretty please review, even if you already have, do it again........ for us?
Thanks.