Disclaimer : Nope, still don't own a thing! The only thing I can rightfully claim as my own is Catharine "Black Cat" DeVries and the storyline. Alas - Disney owns this stuff. Don't sue. And the actors own themselves so - no matter how you look at it - I don't own anything!
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Chapter 2 : Old Friends and Storms
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"Cap'n, there's a ship a-sailing a good distance behind us." The meek voice of a small man said below.
Captain Jack Sparrow looked down at him and squinted. "Looks like they have to catch me first, aye?" He smiled as he steered the ship. It was finally his again ... after his first mate had commited mutany against him and having to escape that island twice. Well, getting saved twice. Either way, he had been close to dying twice and had gotten out of it.
"But, Cap'n, that bloody parrot said it be a pirate ship."
"Parrot? Oh, yeah, tongueless'." Sparrow jerked his head back to look in the distance. He jerked so hard that he nearly knocked himself off balance. "Pirates, eh? The Black Pearl is the only pirate ship in these waters, Master Higgins."
"I was just sayin' Cap'n." Higgins went below deck and Jack Sparrow kept his eyes on the ship behind him.
The Black Pearl was, of course, the fastest ship. Faster than all of the King's Naval ships. There were no worries what-so-ever that the ship that was beyond the horizon would ever be able to catch up. Jack smiled, steadying his right hand on his sword and his left hand on a peg of the wheel. He did not look back at the ship for the rest of the night.
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The crew awoke the next morning to see no sight of the ship that had been following them the night before. A few talks were heard, but nothing was mentioned to the Captain as the Black Pearl dropped anchor and lowered its sails at a small marina.
"Higgins." Jack twisted his hand awkwardly in a 'come-here' motion. Higgins literally flew to him. "I won't be going on land. Get all the men to get all of our supplies."
"And woman too. Don't forget Anamaria."
Sparrow rolled his eyes and started mumbling something about not deserving something-or-other. Higgins shuffled his feet rather quickly and was on land in no time.
"Women..." Jack huffed as his thoughts were still on Anamaria. He reached for a bottle of rum and looked at his compass. He tilted up the bottle, but nothing came out. He peered inside and furrowed his brow as he pocketed the compass. Grabbing for another one he saw a shadow creep around the corner of the ship. Jack got up and sauntered to the other side of the ship and looked on land. He shrugged and went back to the bottle he just grabbed. When he tilted it up he heard a board squeak. He sat up straight and looked around. Shrugging it off he tilted up the bottle again. Another squeak.
"Who's on me ship?" Jack growled as he quickly stood. "Ah. I see you're afraid of Captain Jack Sparrow. Mind you... you will call me Captain. Savvy?" He laid his hand on his sword, waiting.
"Jack!" Sparrow's eyes widened as he recognized the voice.
"Bootstrap?" Jack turned around aimlessly, his arms bent and held up in front of him as if he were going to fight someone, but with no fists. He came face to face with Will Turner. "Oh, it's just you." Jack took in a deep breath and reached for his bottle of rum again, but he stopped mid-grab and stood straight back up and turned back to face Will. His hair whipped around and hit him in the face.
*Ow.* Jack put one hand to his now hurt eye. With the other eye he squinted and looked hard at Will. He looked well - he had a new hat, too.
"New hat?" Will nodded.
"Hello Mr. Sparrow." A woman's voice.
"'Lizabeth? 'Lizabeth Swann?" Jack pointed at the well dressed Elizabeth Swann. Her hair was blowing in the breeze as she stepped up beside Will.
"It's Elizabeth Turner now." The couple smiled at each other and Elizabeth held up her ring finger.
Jack's mouth dropped slightly open and then he narrowed his eyes. "You know how I love weddings! You didn't invite me? I saved both of your lives! Or don't you remember Captain Barbossa and his crew o' evil cursed pirates?" There was a long and awkward pause. "And Jack?!? Don't tell me you don't remember Jack?" He put his hand to his forehead as if he felt a headache coming on.
"We are awfully sorry, mate." Will held out his hand to try and calm down Jack.
"No not me, ye scurvy swab! The monkey! Remember? The monkey's name was Jack." Sparrow pointed out towards the water as if the monkey would pop out in the middle of the waves. "And you will call me Captain."
Elizabeth and Will looked at each other. Jack took a deep breath and looked at them.
"I have rum." He started. "Lots of rum." Jack fell beside the bottle that he had been trying to get a drink out of earlier. He looked at it and then took a swig, wiping away the small beads of the rum off his beard. "Want some?"
"No." Elizabeth spoke up before Will could say yes. "Jack we were - "
"Captain." Another mouthful.
"Captain Jack, we were - "
"Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain!" He burped and reached for another bottle.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, we were - "
"What? Too in love to care about your favorite Captain?" Jack raised his voice high, mocking Elizabeth's voice. He stood up and looked at Will and Elizabeth. "I have feelings too you know."
"We were going to invite you, but we eloped." Will found the chance to tell it all, but Jack wasn't listening.
Jack began to walk around the deck, flinging his hands everywhere and spilling rum on the deck as he went. "I bet it was great. Do you have any paintings for me? One that I can hang in me cabin? Or did you just come to tell me and make me miserable - what?" He tried to stop the sideways walking, but had to grab onto Will's shoulder. Jack held up the hand with the bottle of rum in it and pointed it at Will. "Eloped?"
"Yes." Elizabeth smiled.
"That's what we we're here... to tell you that -" Will included.
"To tell me what?" Sparrow took another sip and fell down drunk.
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"Do ye see that thar ship with the black sails billowing?" Blackbeard pointed out from the mainland and towards the marina where the Black Pearl was anchored. "Do ye?"
"Yes, of course. I'm not blind, you know." Catharine rolled her eyes and looked out towards the ship. "Now, tell me again. I want to make sure I do nothing wrong."
"Yer goin' to climb abah-rd (aboard) the Pearl and wait for the storm that'll come 'round tonight."
"What time?" Catharine tightened the leather thong strap around her ankle and put a dagger in between her skin and the leather.
"Bloody hell, Cat, I'm not mother nature's time clock."
"What?" She pulled the dagger out as quickly as she had placed it there. The sharpest part was under his chin.
"Around midnight, I'd wager."
Cat put the dagger back and nodded her agreement.
"Then ye'll knock off a few o' the crew members during the storm. Since there will be a lot of chaos 'n confusion." Blackbeard continued on, rubbing his neck where Catharine had held the dagger. "Ye'll git on the Captain's good graces and make him sail to Palm Rock in a month's time. Ye must have Sparrow's full trust by then. I'll explain more once we're there."
"Right. Now, how are you suggesting that I shall get aboard the ship without any one person noticing?"
"Right then, follow me, Cat."
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"Storm's a-brewin' Cap'n. We must let down the sails!" Higgins again, this time his voice even higher pitched.
Higgins wasn't wrong - it was one of the worst storms that Jack Sparrow could remember in all of his long years of being a pirate. Even Elizabeth was helping out the crew during this storm. When it was over, 10 out of the 20 crew members had been washed off deck and lost to the sea. Captain Sparrow didn't think that the storm had been that tough, but the waves had been rather high, or perhaps Lady Luck wasn't on his side anymore. They had a funeral fit for any good pirate for those lost to the bottom of Davy Jones' Locker.
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"Who are you?"
Catharine felt a sharp pain as a sword had poked the skin of her flesh. She opened one eye and closed it back, not wanting to get up.
"I won't ask you again. Who are you?"
*This boy is persistant. Too bad I cannot kill him for piercing the skin... but oh... his death will come.* She smiled as she thought of all the different ways to mame and torture him before she finally would let him shoot himself.
Another poke that tore her skin. This time she opened her eyes wide and tried to act frightened. It was harder than it sounded.
"Beg ye pardon sir - I didn't want to be on that island anymore."
"So you're a stow-away?" His tone wasn't as harsh.
*Ha! Silly boy.*
"Yes. Forgive me." Catharine stood up and smiled politely at him.
"We don't like stow-aways. Especially since this is a pirate ship." He moved the sword quickly to her heart, but with an even quicker move, Catharine over took him with her dagger and made the man twist his wrist to give up his sword.
"Pirate ship?" Cat arched an eyebrow.
"Who are you?" The man's eyes were wide, but not fearful.
"No, sir. You tell me who you are first. 'Tis only polite." She twirled his sword in the air and pointed the hilt back towards him.
"Will." He took the sword, seeming a bit more curious than he had been.
"Nice, strong name. I'm Cat. Also, a nice, strong name."
"I'm married."
"I'm sorry."
"You're very quick. You must be a pirate."
"Are you challenging me?" Catharine half-wished she was still pointing his own sword back at him.
"Course not. You're a woman."
"Meaning... ?" Now she was fully wishing that she was pointing his own sword at him again.
"I would never fight a woman."
"Would you like to?"
"No."
"Scared?" Catharine smirked.
"No." Will handed her his sword and took one of the swords in a nearby box.
"Then you *do* challenge me?"
"Very well. I challenge you, Cat."
"Don't go easy, Will."
"Don't plan on it."
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A/N : I absolutely love that last scene (it's supposed to go fast). It gets ten times better in the next part. :) Mwahaha! I get to finally write some sword fights! Oh, yes - the next part is chockfull of 'em! Everybody seems to fight in the next one. Hehe!
Read and review. Tell me if I start to make the characters go out of character. I try not to. All help greatly appreciated. No flames - just constructive criticisms. 'Cause those are very good. :)
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Chapter 2 : Old Friends and Storms
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"Cap'n, there's a ship a-sailing a good distance behind us." The meek voice of a small man said below.
Captain Jack Sparrow looked down at him and squinted. "Looks like they have to catch me first, aye?" He smiled as he steered the ship. It was finally his again ... after his first mate had commited mutany against him and having to escape that island twice. Well, getting saved twice. Either way, he had been close to dying twice and had gotten out of it.
"But, Cap'n, that bloody parrot said it be a pirate ship."
"Parrot? Oh, yeah, tongueless'." Sparrow jerked his head back to look in the distance. He jerked so hard that he nearly knocked himself off balance. "Pirates, eh? The Black Pearl is the only pirate ship in these waters, Master Higgins."
"I was just sayin' Cap'n." Higgins went below deck and Jack Sparrow kept his eyes on the ship behind him.
The Black Pearl was, of course, the fastest ship. Faster than all of the King's Naval ships. There were no worries what-so-ever that the ship that was beyond the horizon would ever be able to catch up. Jack smiled, steadying his right hand on his sword and his left hand on a peg of the wheel. He did not look back at the ship for the rest of the night.
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The crew awoke the next morning to see no sight of the ship that had been following them the night before. A few talks were heard, but nothing was mentioned to the Captain as the Black Pearl dropped anchor and lowered its sails at a small marina.
"Higgins." Jack twisted his hand awkwardly in a 'come-here' motion. Higgins literally flew to him. "I won't be going on land. Get all the men to get all of our supplies."
"And woman too. Don't forget Anamaria."
Sparrow rolled his eyes and started mumbling something about not deserving something-or-other. Higgins shuffled his feet rather quickly and was on land in no time.
"Women..." Jack huffed as his thoughts were still on Anamaria. He reached for a bottle of rum and looked at his compass. He tilted up the bottle, but nothing came out. He peered inside and furrowed his brow as he pocketed the compass. Grabbing for another one he saw a shadow creep around the corner of the ship. Jack got up and sauntered to the other side of the ship and looked on land. He shrugged and went back to the bottle he just grabbed. When he tilted it up he heard a board squeak. He sat up straight and looked around. Shrugging it off he tilted up the bottle again. Another squeak.
"Who's on me ship?" Jack growled as he quickly stood. "Ah. I see you're afraid of Captain Jack Sparrow. Mind you... you will call me Captain. Savvy?" He laid his hand on his sword, waiting.
"Jack!" Sparrow's eyes widened as he recognized the voice.
"Bootstrap?" Jack turned around aimlessly, his arms bent and held up in front of him as if he were going to fight someone, but with no fists. He came face to face with Will Turner. "Oh, it's just you." Jack took in a deep breath and reached for his bottle of rum again, but he stopped mid-grab and stood straight back up and turned back to face Will. His hair whipped around and hit him in the face.
*Ow.* Jack put one hand to his now hurt eye. With the other eye he squinted and looked hard at Will. He looked well - he had a new hat, too.
"New hat?" Will nodded.
"Hello Mr. Sparrow." A woman's voice.
"'Lizabeth? 'Lizabeth Swann?" Jack pointed at the well dressed Elizabeth Swann. Her hair was blowing in the breeze as she stepped up beside Will.
"It's Elizabeth Turner now." The couple smiled at each other and Elizabeth held up her ring finger.
Jack's mouth dropped slightly open and then he narrowed his eyes. "You know how I love weddings! You didn't invite me? I saved both of your lives! Or don't you remember Captain Barbossa and his crew o' evil cursed pirates?" There was a long and awkward pause. "And Jack?!? Don't tell me you don't remember Jack?" He put his hand to his forehead as if he felt a headache coming on.
"We are awfully sorry, mate." Will held out his hand to try and calm down Jack.
"No not me, ye scurvy swab! The monkey! Remember? The monkey's name was Jack." Sparrow pointed out towards the water as if the monkey would pop out in the middle of the waves. "And you will call me Captain."
Elizabeth and Will looked at each other. Jack took a deep breath and looked at them.
"I have rum." He started. "Lots of rum." Jack fell beside the bottle that he had been trying to get a drink out of earlier. He looked at it and then took a swig, wiping away the small beads of the rum off his beard. "Want some?"
"No." Elizabeth spoke up before Will could say yes. "Jack we were - "
"Captain." Another mouthful.
"Captain Jack, we were - "
"Captain Jack Sparrow. Captain!" He burped and reached for another bottle.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, we were - "
"What? Too in love to care about your favorite Captain?" Jack raised his voice high, mocking Elizabeth's voice. He stood up and looked at Will and Elizabeth. "I have feelings too you know."
"We were going to invite you, but we eloped." Will found the chance to tell it all, but Jack wasn't listening.
Jack began to walk around the deck, flinging his hands everywhere and spilling rum on the deck as he went. "I bet it was great. Do you have any paintings for me? One that I can hang in me cabin? Or did you just come to tell me and make me miserable - what?" He tried to stop the sideways walking, but had to grab onto Will's shoulder. Jack held up the hand with the bottle of rum in it and pointed it at Will. "Eloped?"
"Yes." Elizabeth smiled.
"That's what we we're here... to tell you that -" Will included.
"To tell me what?" Sparrow took another sip and fell down drunk.
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"Do ye see that thar ship with the black sails billowing?" Blackbeard pointed out from the mainland and towards the marina where the Black Pearl was anchored. "Do ye?"
"Yes, of course. I'm not blind, you know." Catharine rolled her eyes and looked out towards the ship. "Now, tell me again. I want to make sure I do nothing wrong."
"Yer goin' to climb abah-rd (aboard) the Pearl and wait for the storm that'll come 'round tonight."
"What time?" Catharine tightened the leather thong strap around her ankle and put a dagger in between her skin and the leather.
"Bloody hell, Cat, I'm not mother nature's time clock."
"What?" She pulled the dagger out as quickly as she had placed it there. The sharpest part was under his chin.
"Around midnight, I'd wager."
Cat put the dagger back and nodded her agreement.
"Then ye'll knock off a few o' the crew members during the storm. Since there will be a lot of chaos 'n confusion." Blackbeard continued on, rubbing his neck where Catharine had held the dagger. "Ye'll git on the Captain's good graces and make him sail to Palm Rock in a month's time. Ye must have Sparrow's full trust by then. I'll explain more once we're there."
"Right. Now, how are you suggesting that I shall get aboard the ship without any one person noticing?"
"Right then, follow me, Cat."
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"Storm's a-brewin' Cap'n. We must let down the sails!" Higgins again, this time his voice even higher pitched.
Higgins wasn't wrong - it was one of the worst storms that Jack Sparrow could remember in all of his long years of being a pirate. Even Elizabeth was helping out the crew during this storm. When it was over, 10 out of the 20 crew members had been washed off deck and lost to the sea. Captain Sparrow didn't think that the storm had been that tough, but the waves had been rather high, or perhaps Lady Luck wasn't on his side anymore. They had a funeral fit for any good pirate for those lost to the bottom of Davy Jones' Locker.
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"Who are you?"
Catharine felt a sharp pain as a sword had poked the skin of her flesh. She opened one eye and closed it back, not wanting to get up.
"I won't ask you again. Who are you?"
*This boy is persistant. Too bad I cannot kill him for piercing the skin... but oh... his death will come.* She smiled as she thought of all the different ways to mame and torture him before she finally would let him shoot himself.
Another poke that tore her skin. This time she opened her eyes wide and tried to act frightened. It was harder than it sounded.
"Beg ye pardon sir - I didn't want to be on that island anymore."
"So you're a stow-away?" His tone wasn't as harsh.
*Ha! Silly boy.*
"Yes. Forgive me." Catharine stood up and smiled politely at him.
"We don't like stow-aways. Especially since this is a pirate ship." He moved the sword quickly to her heart, but with an even quicker move, Catharine over took him with her dagger and made the man twist his wrist to give up his sword.
"Pirate ship?" Cat arched an eyebrow.
"Who are you?" The man's eyes were wide, but not fearful.
"No, sir. You tell me who you are first. 'Tis only polite." She twirled his sword in the air and pointed the hilt back towards him.
"Will." He took the sword, seeming a bit more curious than he had been.
"Nice, strong name. I'm Cat. Also, a nice, strong name."
"I'm married."
"I'm sorry."
"You're very quick. You must be a pirate."
"Are you challenging me?" Catharine half-wished she was still pointing his own sword back at him.
"Course not. You're a woman."
"Meaning... ?" Now she was fully wishing that she was pointing his own sword at him again.
"I would never fight a woman."
"Would you like to?"
"No."
"Scared?" Catharine smirked.
"No." Will handed her his sword and took one of the swords in a nearby box.
"Then you *do* challenge me?"
"Very well. I challenge you, Cat."
"Don't go easy, Will."
"Don't plan on it."
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A/N : I absolutely love that last scene (it's supposed to go fast). It gets ten times better in the next part. :) Mwahaha! I get to finally write some sword fights! Oh, yes - the next part is chockfull of 'em! Everybody seems to fight in the next one. Hehe!
Read and review. Tell me if I start to make the characters go out of character. I try not to. All help greatly appreciated. No flames - just constructive criticisms. 'Cause those are very good. :)