Disclaimer : Nope, still don't own anything. Promise. Nothing's changed. Not a thing.
Oh, and if you're wondering how I can come up with the chapters so quickly, I already have the entire plot ready. :) And, yes, everything will be explained later on. Don't worry.
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Chapter 3 - Raspberry Rum
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Elizabeth woke up and turned to where Will had been lying. She put her head on his soft shoulder ... almost a little too soft of a shoulder at that. A pillow? She sat upright and saw that Will had already gotten up.
"He didn't even wake me." Her eyes roamed around the crowded room and she thought that she should get ready for the day.
As she was getting ready she heard the clanging of metal against metal. A swordfight.
"At this time in the morning? Honestly." Elizabeth looked at the corsette that she had packed and decided against wearing it. "Will and Jack still amaze me."
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Catharine's fiery red hair glinted in the morning sunlight as the fight moved onto the deck. It was her idea to move up onto the deck and all she needed to do was push Will back and overpower him for a little while.
"You are amazing." Will came over with his sword.
"I know." She blocked and twirled away from him. Her skirts dancing around in the wind from the sea.
"And you're left-handed."
"You're stating the obvious again." He stepped forward and then back, trying to confuse her on the foot work. She on the other hand came across as soon as he stepped back, catching him off his guard and taking a slice of his hand. She drew back and decided that she liked blocking his moves better.
"You're finding pleasure in this." Will tried not to let the pain get to him. This bonnie lass was good. So good that he wished he hadn't let her sly-talked him into this duel. Female nature, is what he figured.
"Aren't you?" He came over head but she rolled under his legs and could have had him through, but she clearly was enjoying showing up a man on how much better he could be.
"Well - if you must know... Elizabeth?"
Catharine turned around and had just the right amount of time to duck before the very well-dressed lady swung a long wooden plank towards her head. A very loud thud was heard and the clanging of the wood against the wood of the deck. Catharine stood back up just in time to see her not-so-worthy opponent fall to the ground unconcious.
"Couldn't'a done it better myself." Cat smiled at the lady. She didn't smile back.
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"Swashbucklin' pirates! Reamp! Pirates!" Captain Jack Sparrow sat up and looked at the parrot that was standing just inside his cabin. "Swashbucklin' pirates! Reamp! Polly want a cracker, Jacker."
"If you don't shut that hole in your face I'll cook you up and eat you for breakfast. You'll make a nice side to go along with the rum." Jack was mumbling so much that he really said, "Ifu don'shup erfas Ilook yerup'n eaterfa brekfstye'll many ssss idtoog rum."
He covered his ears up from the screeching voice of the parrot. But the parrot was delivering a message and wasn't easily shrugged off.
"Reamp! Pirates. Swasbucklin'! Reamp!"
"Bloody bird!" Jack tried to reach for the bird, but in doing so fell out of the bed and continued rolling until he hit the wall. He groaned a little and pushed himself up to a sitting position and felt slightly in need of a swig or two. Looking around for more rum, he found the parrot sitting on his lap.
"Reamp! Polly want a cracker, Jacker."
Jack gave a half smile and grabbed the bird. "That's Captain Jacker to you, mate." He threw the parrot out the door and heard a large thud and then a sound of wood against wood. "My ship! My bloody ship! Who's doin' that?!!?"
He used the wall for leverage and pushed himself up. Finally finding his balance he walked forward and realized he didn't have his sword or hat on. Every good pirate must have his sword. And a hat. A nice hat, too. He shoved his hat on and tilted it to the side then he strapped his sword on, and thought himself quite dashing.
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"What's the matter?" Cat mainly said to herself. If looks could kill, Cat would have long been dead. "Cat got your tongue?" She began to laugh aimlessly as she thought about her joke.
Elizabeth turned and starting yelling for help. Cat walked up behind her and hit her in the head with the hilt of her sword. Another thud, however, not as loud as the two before it, but it sang like sweet music in Cat's ears. She was having a blast.
"I hope you're good with a broom, luv." The voice came from behind her and she slowly turned to face the owner of the voice. He was standing tall, not moving a muscle. "I don't like people makin' dents in me ship."
"Well, if I see any people doing that, I'll be the first to let you know." Cat smiled curtly and turned to walk away.
"Wait just one crabby lobster minute." He stepped forward and Cat looked at the man in awe.
"Are you ... drunk?" Cat watched as his arms flailed around as if detached from his body.
"You're..." He pointed one hand at her and it looked rather deformed, and yet it wasn't alarming her as if she had already gotten use to the fact that the man was a bit eccentric. "The Black Cat."
"What?" Cat found herself in a tangle. "I have no idea who you're talking about, Captain."
"Not drunk." The Captain pulled his sword out and let it glint in the sunlight. "And you are the Black Cat."
Catharine watched in amazement as the Captain turned off from being the drunken side-step-walker to swashbuckler extraordinaire. She lifted her sword up in front of her face. Blackbeard would have shot her dead if he could have seen her fighting the one pirate who she was suppose to bring alive and well to him.
"Call me Cat."
They circled each other for a few seconds. Captain Sparrow took off his jacket and made a few quick steps.
"You'd think they'd call you the Red Cat." Cat just looked at him, bored because he wasn't making a move, yet.
"Black is for the evil, Captain. I'm heartless."
"Pity. We would have had such a great time."
Catharine took the first lunge and he blocked, but she came at him from above the next time and nearly had him.
"You're quite good Miss DeVries - your stories do not do you justice." Jack pushed his sword against hers causing her to have to regroup. "But, you haven't fought the Captain of the Black Pearl."
She swung her sword at an angle heading for his face, but he stopped her and grabbed her right hand pulling her towards him.
"But I expected a bit more, Cat, I must admit." Cat smelled the rum on his breath. She struggled free from his grasp, but his grip held tight. She hurled herself back, causing him to have to roll over her. During the roll she kicked him and he released his hold of her.
"That's because I have a surprise for you." Catharine popped the sword from her left hand to her right hand. "I'm not left-handed."
"Well yo ho, split my britches!" Jack swung his arms around wildly again and he pursed his lips towards her.
"Perhaps at a later date. I'm engaged at the moment." The clash of metal against metal was heard again, this time stronger with the more power that Cat held behind her sword. Jack hopped up onto a sail and cut a rope sending him up towards the highest mast. Cat followed suit and landed right beside him and clung to a black sail closest to her before Jack could land a good blow to her shoulder. She kicked out her foot causing the Captain to lose his balance for a few moments, but he quickly regained it. But not before she was back on the mast and coming through with a thrust to his middle. He jumped back and she went for another thrust, but lost her balance and nearly fell off. She was holding on with both hands, her sword now down on the deck and the Captain was over her holding out his hand.
"'Tis not good form to let a maiden such as yourself die from falling." He grabbed her hand and slid down to the deck. She pulled free and went after her sword. Alas, opponent number one had his grubby hands on it.
"Sparrow... I have met my match in sword play."
"Oh, no - we're not done yet. Give her back her sword." He glanced at Will and sauntered a little bit towards him grabbing the sword and handing it to Catharine. "And, for the love of the Black Pearl, it's Captain Sparrow."
"Captain - " She took her sword and felt the weight of it. "Might I be so bold as to say you smell like rum."
"Do I?" Jack Sparrow lifted up his dueling arm and sniffed his shirt sleeve.
"Yes, rum and raspberries." And with that she popped his sword out of his hand and knocked him down to the deck floor. "Now - Captain - I have a bargain for you to consider."
"How'd you do that?" Sparrow looked at her in awe as she now held his sword and her own.
"Little something I learned from a samurai back in Asia." She cocked her head and smirked. "Back to the bargain." Cat set his sword on the deck board beside him and sheathed her own.
"I would like to -"
"Do you want to be a part of me crew, luv?" He grabbed his sword and used it as a cane to push himself up. The loopiness had returned after the fight. His hips swiveled when he walked and his eyes opened and closed as if he were trying to bring her into focus.
Catharine was taken aback by the sudden invite into the crew. "Why, yes, but -"
"Then it's settled!" Sparrow put his arm around her shoulders and began to lead her to his cabin. He swerved in his walkings and Cat had no choice but to help him along "I'll have to teach you the li'l song I made up. It goes like this ... "
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"I think she might have pushed over the crew, Jack." Will Turner was sitting in Jack's chair when Jack walked in.
"Nonsense. She could barely take me on." Sparrow eyed the seat that Will was in and smacked his lips as he pulled out a small flask.
"She took me on alright." Will stood up and went towards a wall that had a world map that had little red X's on it where treasure was supposedly at.
"Oh, come off it lad. She didn't actually knock you out. Your dear bonnie lass Elizabeth did you that favor." Jack smiled and sauntered over to the desk, taking a few sips from the flask and giving a hearty 'ah' after each swig.
"Have I ever steered you wrong before, mate?" Jack took a seat and put up his feet and tilted his hat over his eyes.
"There's always a chance for a mistake. You're not perfect." Will stormed out and slammed the door.
"I'm always perfect. I'm the great Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack called after Will. "Savvy!!??!"
"Reamp! Cracker Jacker!" The blasted, bloody parrot was just outside of the cabin and Jack was not about to let that crack-pot bird in.
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"Ah, Palm Rock. Now alls we 'ave to do, mates, is to wait for our belov'd Black Cat to bring us the Cap'n of the Pearl." Blackbeard's crew grunted their approval and set anchor as they landed on the shores of Palm Rock. In a months time, the Black Pearl would be sailing in to its doom.
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A/N : Mwahaha! Third chapter. Swordfighting is actually hard to write. It was fun though. Hope you can follow it - I tried acting it out and then typing my actions down - and amazingly it worked. Who'd have guessed it, eh?
What about that weirded out bird? I love it! Expect to see the parrot throughout the fic. He was only suppose to be in a few times and I never thought I'd make him say 'Polly want a cracker, Jacker." LoL. :)
I love reading the reviews I get. I love good and well thought of criticisms. I'm not the best writer and I know it. Any help is greatly appreciated.
Oh, and if you're wondering how I can come up with the chapters so quickly, I already have the entire plot ready. :) And, yes, everything will be explained later on. Don't worry.
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Chapter 3 - Raspberry Rum
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Elizabeth woke up and turned to where Will had been lying. She put her head on his soft shoulder ... almost a little too soft of a shoulder at that. A pillow? She sat upright and saw that Will had already gotten up.
"He didn't even wake me." Her eyes roamed around the crowded room and she thought that she should get ready for the day.
As she was getting ready she heard the clanging of metal against metal. A swordfight.
"At this time in the morning? Honestly." Elizabeth looked at the corsette that she had packed and decided against wearing it. "Will and Jack still amaze me."
******
Catharine's fiery red hair glinted in the morning sunlight as the fight moved onto the deck. It was her idea to move up onto the deck and all she needed to do was push Will back and overpower him for a little while.
"You are amazing." Will came over with his sword.
"I know." She blocked and twirled away from him. Her skirts dancing around in the wind from the sea.
"And you're left-handed."
"You're stating the obvious again." He stepped forward and then back, trying to confuse her on the foot work. She on the other hand came across as soon as he stepped back, catching him off his guard and taking a slice of his hand. She drew back and decided that she liked blocking his moves better.
"You're finding pleasure in this." Will tried not to let the pain get to him. This bonnie lass was good. So good that he wished he hadn't let her sly-talked him into this duel. Female nature, is what he figured.
"Aren't you?" He came over head but she rolled under his legs and could have had him through, but she clearly was enjoying showing up a man on how much better he could be.
"Well - if you must know... Elizabeth?"
Catharine turned around and had just the right amount of time to duck before the very well-dressed lady swung a long wooden plank towards her head. A very loud thud was heard and the clanging of the wood against the wood of the deck. Catharine stood back up just in time to see her not-so-worthy opponent fall to the ground unconcious.
"Couldn't'a done it better myself." Cat smiled at the lady. She didn't smile back.
******
"Swashbucklin' pirates! Reamp! Pirates!" Captain Jack Sparrow sat up and looked at the parrot that was standing just inside his cabin. "Swashbucklin' pirates! Reamp! Polly want a cracker, Jacker."
"If you don't shut that hole in your face I'll cook you up and eat you for breakfast. You'll make a nice side to go along with the rum." Jack was mumbling so much that he really said, "Ifu don'shup erfas Ilook yerup'n eaterfa brekfstye'll many ssss idtoog rum."
He covered his ears up from the screeching voice of the parrot. But the parrot was delivering a message and wasn't easily shrugged off.
"Reamp! Pirates. Swasbucklin'! Reamp!"
"Bloody bird!" Jack tried to reach for the bird, but in doing so fell out of the bed and continued rolling until he hit the wall. He groaned a little and pushed himself up to a sitting position and felt slightly in need of a swig or two. Looking around for more rum, he found the parrot sitting on his lap.
"Reamp! Polly want a cracker, Jacker."
Jack gave a half smile and grabbed the bird. "That's Captain Jacker to you, mate." He threw the parrot out the door and heard a large thud and then a sound of wood against wood. "My ship! My bloody ship! Who's doin' that?!!?"
He used the wall for leverage and pushed himself up. Finally finding his balance he walked forward and realized he didn't have his sword or hat on. Every good pirate must have his sword. And a hat. A nice hat, too. He shoved his hat on and tilted it to the side then he strapped his sword on, and thought himself quite dashing.
******
"What's the matter?" Cat mainly said to herself. If looks could kill, Cat would have long been dead. "Cat got your tongue?" She began to laugh aimlessly as she thought about her joke.
Elizabeth turned and starting yelling for help. Cat walked up behind her and hit her in the head with the hilt of her sword. Another thud, however, not as loud as the two before it, but it sang like sweet music in Cat's ears. She was having a blast.
"I hope you're good with a broom, luv." The voice came from behind her and she slowly turned to face the owner of the voice. He was standing tall, not moving a muscle. "I don't like people makin' dents in me ship."
"Well, if I see any people doing that, I'll be the first to let you know." Cat smiled curtly and turned to walk away.
"Wait just one crabby lobster minute." He stepped forward and Cat looked at the man in awe.
"Are you ... drunk?" Cat watched as his arms flailed around as if detached from his body.
"You're..." He pointed one hand at her and it looked rather deformed, and yet it wasn't alarming her as if she had already gotten use to the fact that the man was a bit eccentric. "The Black Cat."
"What?" Cat found herself in a tangle. "I have no idea who you're talking about, Captain."
"Not drunk." The Captain pulled his sword out and let it glint in the sunlight. "And you are the Black Cat."
Catharine watched in amazement as the Captain turned off from being the drunken side-step-walker to swashbuckler extraordinaire. She lifted her sword up in front of her face. Blackbeard would have shot her dead if he could have seen her fighting the one pirate who she was suppose to bring alive and well to him.
"Call me Cat."
They circled each other for a few seconds. Captain Sparrow took off his jacket and made a few quick steps.
"You'd think they'd call you the Red Cat." Cat just looked at him, bored because he wasn't making a move, yet.
"Black is for the evil, Captain. I'm heartless."
"Pity. We would have had such a great time."
Catharine took the first lunge and he blocked, but she came at him from above the next time and nearly had him.
"You're quite good Miss DeVries - your stories do not do you justice." Jack pushed his sword against hers causing her to have to regroup. "But, you haven't fought the Captain of the Black Pearl."
She swung her sword at an angle heading for his face, but he stopped her and grabbed her right hand pulling her towards him.
"But I expected a bit more, Cat, I must admit." Cat smelled the rum on his breath. She struggled free from his grasp, but his grip held tight. She hurled herself back, causing him to have to roll over her. During the roll she kicked him and he released his hold of her.
"That's because I have a surprise for you." Catharine popped the sword from her left hand to her right hand. "I'm not left-handed."
"Well yo ho, split my britches!" Jack swung his arms around wildly again and he pursed his lips towards her.
"Perhaps at a later date. I'm engaged at the moment." The clash of metal against metal was heard again, this time stronger with the more power that Cat held behind her sword. Jack hopped up onto a sail and cut a rope sending him up towards the highest mast. Cat followed suit and landed right beside him and clung to a black sail closest to her before Jack could land a good blow to her shoulder. She kicked out her foot causing the Captain to lose his balance for a few moments, but he quickly regained it. But not before she was back on the mast and coming through with a thrust to his middle. He jumped back and she went for another thrust, but lost her balance and nearly fell off. She was holding on with both hands, her sword now down on the deck and the Captain was over her holding out his hand.
"'Tis not good form to let a maiden such as yourself die from falling." He grabbed her hand and slid down to the deck. She pulled free and went after her sword. Alas, opponent number one had his grubby hands on it.
"Sparrow... I have met my match in sword play."
"Oh, no - we're not done yet. Give her back her sword." He glanced at Will and sauntered a little bit towards him grabbing the sword and handing it to Catharine. "And, for the love of the Black Pearl, it's Captain Sparrow."
"Captain - " She took her sword and felt the weight of it. "Might I be so bold as to say you smell like rum."
"Do I?" Jack Sparrow lifted up his dueling arm and sniffed his shirt sleeve.
"Yes, rum and raspberries." And with that she popped his sword out of his hand and knocked him down to the deck floor. "Now - Captain - I have a bargain for you to consider."
"How'd you do that?" Sparrow looked at her in awe as she now held his sword and her own.
"Little something I learned from a samurai back in Asia." She cocked her head and smirked. "Back to the bargain." Cat set his sword on the deck board beside him and sheathed her own.
"I would like to -"
"Do you want to be a part of me crew, luv?" He grabbed his sword and used it as a cane to push himself up. The loopiness had returned after the fight. His hips swiveled when he walked and his eyes opened and closed as if he were trying to bring her into focus.
Catharine was taken aback by the sudden invite into the crew. "Why, yes, but -"
"Then it's settled!" Sparrow put his arm around her shoulders and began to lead her to his cabin. He swerved in his walkings and Cat had no choice but to help him along "I'll have to teach you the li'l song I made up. It goes like this ... "
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"I think she might have pushed over the crew, Jack." Will Turner was sitting in Jack's chair when Jack walked in.
"Nonsense. She could barely take me on." Sparrow eyed the seat that Will was in and smacked his lips as he pulled out a small flask.
"She took me on alright." Will stood up and went towards a wall that had a world map that had little red X's on it where treasure was supposedly at.
"Oh, come off it lad. She didn't actually knock you out. Your dear bonnie lass Elizabeth did you that favor." Jack smiled and sauntered over to the desk, taking a few sips from the flask and giving a hearty 'ah' after each swig.
"Have I ever steered you wrong before, mate?" Jack took a seat and put up his feet and tilted his hat over his eyes.
"There's always a chance for a mistake. You're not perfect." Will stormed out and slammed the door.
"I'm always perfect. I'm the great Captain Jack Sparrow." Jack called after Will. "Savvy!!??!"
"Reamp! Cracker Jacker!" The blasted, bloody parrot was just outside of the cabin and Jack was not about to let that crack-pot bird in.
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"Ah, Palm Rock. Now alls we 'ave to do, mates, is to wait for our belov'd Black Cat to bring us the Cap'n of the Pearl." Blackbeard's crew grunted their approval and set anchor as they landed on the shores of Palm Rock. In a months time, the Black Pearl would be sailing in to its doom.
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A/N : Mwahaha! Third chapter. Swordfighting is actually hard to write. It was fun though. Hope you can follow it - I tried acting it out and then typing my actions down - and amazingly it worked. Who'd have guessed it, eh?
What about that weirded out bird? I love it! Expect to see the parrot throughout the fic. He was only suppose to be in a few times and I never thought I'd make him say 'Polly want a cracker, Jacker." LoL. :)
I love reading the reviews I get. I love good and well thought of criticisms. I'm not the best writer and I know it. Any help is greatly appreciated.