Disclaimer : Guess what? Still don't own a thing. Not Jack, not Will, not Elizabeth, not Blackbeard, not Higgins (cuz I think that's character in the movie... lol), not Anna Maria, not the parrot (I do however own the phrase, 'cracker jacker'), not the ship, not anything that relates to the characters or the stuff in the movie.
I do own this story however, Cat DeVries (pronounced... Duh-Vree... rhymes with free), and Palm Rock.
To all my wonderful readers : If you haven't guessed it already, I try to answer the questions that you ask in the reviews. Mwahahaha!
No Elizabeth hasn't lost her pirate-ness. She hasn't really been needed for the story so far, but don't worry, her time is coming up. And, yeah, I know I made her scream and run away from Cat - but hey - it's not Cat and Lizzies turn to sword fight ... yet. :)
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Chapter 4 - What Dreams May Come
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Cat looked in the mirror that was in her small little place of what they had the nerve to call a living quarter. It was hers, so she wasn't complaining. Catharine had been given a small area to sleep in, since now she was part of the crew of the Black Pearl. And, so far, everything was going just as she wanted it. Of course, having Jack Sparrow ask her to be a part of his crew was something she didn't expect, but that's how Captain Sparrow was. He was so predictably unpredictable.
"DeVries!"
"CAT!" Catharine looked away from the mirror. "How many times must I... oh, Jack."
"Until you call me Captain, I'll call you DeVries." He sauntered into her incredibly small room.
Cat just sighed and looked at the mirror again.
"Since you are now a part of me crew - well, you have a job to do." Sparrow's eyes twinkled and he spun around looking at her living arangments. "I like what you've done with the place. Homey." He collapsed onto her bed. "You're missin' one thing though, luv."
"Let me guess ... " Catharine hated it when he called her 'luv'... it made her feel like a cheap prostitute. One shilling a night, is how he made her sound. "Rum."
"Oh, that too." He sat up on the bed and narrowed his eyes at her. "Needs a man's touch."
"Captain Sparrow, if you are inclined to think that I will let you sleep in here with me, then you are sadly mistaken!" She stood up and faced him, pointing her finger accusingly.
Jack held up his hands in self-defense. It wasn't a very good defense, since his hands wouldn't stay in one spot. It was amazing to think that this man had almost had her in a sword match.
"Just as well... Cat." Jack stood up and faced the door with a swivel of his body. "I knew you'd rather swab the decks than be my right hand woman." And with that he took a few tippy-toed steps out the door.
Catharine slammed the door behind him and breathed out a sigh of frustration. She grabbed her pillow and slit it through with her dagger, letting the feathers fly around the room.
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Cat was given an apron, a bucket of water, and a small rag. What Jack called her welcome gifts. He also left her with instructions for scrubbing every inch of wooden floor on the Black Pearl. And if he wasn't satisfied, he'd make her do it again... with no rag.
"Swab the deck, my bloody ship is all I ruddy care about." Catharine was on her hands and knees scrubbing as hard as she could as she mumbled and cursed under her breath. "I should have slit his throat."
She scrubbed and swabbed until her knuckles were raw and bleeding. The next part of the ship would be all of the living quarters, and she decided to get the lovebird's nest over with first.
Catharine knocked on the door with her bare hand, so she wouldn't harm her knuckles any further. Elizabeth opened the door and looked at Cat and smiled.
"You're bleeding." Elizabeth opened the door and Cat walked into a very crowded room filled with so many things that it would be impossible for her to even get close enough to scrubbing the floor.
"Would you kindly move all of your belongings, so that I may get on with my work." Catharine turned to look at Elizabeth who in turn sat on her bed and began to watch.
Cat got on her knees and began to clean a part of the floor when Will came in and gave Elizabeth a passionate kiss. She looked at them and went back to her work.
"You know ... America would have been a much better place for a honeymoon." Cat said in an as-matter-of-fact tone. She kept to her cleaning, not even looking up.
"Yes, well, you don't have the right to tell us what to do." Elizabeth stood up right next to where Cat was pouring water.
"Elizabeth..." Will took her hand and tried to lead her away, not wanting to anger either one of them.
"Yes, go away Elizabeth." Cat still kept her eyes to the floor.
Elizabeth turned to follow Will, but kicked up her shoe and a spray of dirty water went right into Cat's eyes. Cat stood up and picked the bucket of water up with her and a quick surge of water splashed onto Elizabeth.
"You!" Elizabeth yanked free of Will's grasp. "You ruined my dress!"
"You're welcome." Cat's eyes lit up as she smiled.
Elizabeth marched right up to her and slapped Cat across the face. Will tried to stop her, but decided that he really did not want to get in the middle of two enraged women unless he really needed to.
Catharine, on the other hand, just laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Elizabeth was breathing hoarsely and trying to hold back from hitting her again.
"Because..." More laughter. "Is that all you've got?" Catharine unsheathed her sword and held it an inch away from Elizabeth's eye. "I can make you go blind in one eye with only one thrust of my sword." Cat saw Will moving in to protect Elizabeth.
*Stupid, stupid boy. So rash.*
"If you slap me again, you'll never see anything ever again, and by that I mean that I'll poke out both your eyes." Will had drawn his own sword and was pointing it at Cat.
"Do you really think that wise, Mr. Turner?" Cat put her sword away. "I'm not going to hurt her."
"Because if you do - I'll kill you." His voice was low and menacing.
"Really now? Well, go ahead and put that on your 'I will die trying' list." Cat picked up the rag and threw it in the bucket. She smiled and nodded her head to the both of them. "Goodnight."
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Cat returned to her room and sat down next to the mirror. She looked in it and saw herself for the first time after a hard days work. She looked awful.
*Well, if Sparrow hears about what happened - I'll more than likely have to walk the plank by sunset tomorrow.* She brushed out the tangles in her hair. *Perhaps if I can prove that they attacked me first.* Cat stopped brushing her hair and looked back to her image in the mirror.
"But it is two words against one. And Sparrow already has it in for me."
Cat went to her bed and rested her head against her arm. She slowly drifted off into a deep sleep . . . . .
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"Thar 'ave always been fah-r (four) cahr-ners (corners) tha' protect the great treasure located on the Isle o' Spirits, ev'ry pirate knows abow'that. The obster-cles are may'd up by those fah-r cahr-ners. The spirits o' the earth, argh (air), water, and f-argh (fire). No pirate 'as seen the treasure because o' the obster-cles. Ah-nee pirate 'oo as even set thar blimey foot on the isle can be called a grea' 'ero. Er, just plain stupid. Either way, they've get ter be full o' cahr-age (courage)."
"Why would any pirate actually want to go to the island?"
"Because, lass, the treasure thar be so great and wanted. Mah-ny pirates 'ave tried ter git thar 'ands on the treasure, but 'ave lost thar lives in the pro-cess. The spirits are not vary welcomin' - they ain't. Some legen's 'ave it that the spirit of the water are huge man-eatin' pirahnas tha' can gobble down a pirate wif'out chewin' 'em up. An' the argh spirits can blow a pirate to Chiner."
"Sounds awfully fascinating."
"Don't ye'ver think o' findin' the place, me dear."
"Papa, I know it's not real. How could any pirahna grow to be that size?"
"Ye know wha'. Ye're right. Goo'night."
"Night."
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Cat awoke with a start, sitting straight up. It had been her father's voice telling her the story of the Isle of Spirit's again. She had been having the same dream over and over since he died when she was 13, since it had been the last thing he had ever said to her. The next morning she had awaken to find her mother, who made it a priority to never show weakness or never show anything less than manners was crying in her room with a note saying that the great pirate Basil DeVries had been murdered by a British Navy officer.
That was when Cat knew that she must become a pirate, just like her father, and revenge his death. She had already found the officer and killed him, but it just drove her further into the madness of being the Black Cat. It wouldn't go away - it kept eating away at her on the inside - and Cat thought that she'd never be able to go back to being just, plain Catharine DeVries. Perhaps even have a husband and settle down. A very non-pirate husband, and definitely non-pirate children. But that was all just a dream - for all men, pirate or no, had heard of the Black Cat.
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A/N : Ooh... stuff about the Isle and stuff about Cat's past. Woohoo! So - if you're gettin' this - Cat talks the way she does because her mother wouldn't settle for anything less. I know that it's a bit weird having a regular maiden marry a pirate and then their child talking like a normal person, but she's a smart character. Don't want her to sound like a pirate. Not that there is anything wrong about sounding like a pirate.
I'm sorry that the last little part is just two paragraphs. Bit of writers block on how to put it all in there. Oh, well, you'll get over it. Heehee!
Again, read and review. I love reading reviews. They also make me write more. Like I'll stop writing ... I want to see how it all finishes. I know I have the plot and all, but sometimes when you write you get ideas and they blossom into something more better. Yes... MORE BETTER! Ha!
I do own this story however, Cat DeVries (pronounced... Duh-Vree... rhymes with free), and Palm Rock.
To all my wonderful readers : If you haven't guessed it already, I try to answer the questions that you ask in the reviews. Mwahahaha!
No Elizabeth hasn't lost her pirate-ness. She hasn't really been needed for the story so far, but don't worry, her time is coming up. And, yeah, I know I made her scream and run away from Cat - but hey - it's not Cat and Lizzies turn to sword fight ... yet. :)
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Chapter 4 - What Dreams May Come
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Cat looked in the mirror that was in her small little place of what they had the nerve to call a living quarter. It was hers, so she wasn't complaining. Catharine had been given a small area to sleep in, since now she was part of the crew of the Black Pearl. And, so far, everything was going just as she wanted it. Of course, having Jack Sparrow ask her to be a part of his crew was something she didn't expect, but that's how Captain Sparrow was. He was so predictably unpredictable.
"DeVries!"
"CAT!" Catharine looked away from the mirror. "How many times must I... oh, Jack."
"Until you call me Captain, I'll call you DeVries." He sauntered into her incredibly small room.
Cat just sighed and looked at the mirror again.
"Since you are now a part of me crew - well, you have a job to do." Sparrow's eyes twinkled and he spun around looking at her living arangments. "I like what you've done with the place. Homey." He collapsed onto her bed. "You're missin' one thing though, luv."
"Let me guess ... " Catharine hated it when he called her 'luv'... it made her feel like a cheap prostitute. One shilling a night, is how he made her sound. "Rum."
"Oh, that too." He sat up on the bed and narrowed his eyes at her. "Needs a man's touch."
"Captain Sparrow, if you are inclined to think that I will let you sleep in here with me, then you are sadly mistaken!" She stood up and faced him, pointing her finger accusingly.
Jack held up his hands in self-defense. It wasn't a very good defense, since his hands wouldn't stay in one spot. It was amazing to think that this man had almost had her in a sword match.
"Just as well... Cat." Jack stood up and faced the door with a swivel of his body. "I knew you'd rather swab the decks than be my right hand woman." And with that he took a few tippy-toed steps out the door.
Catharine slammed the door behind him and breathed out a sigh of frustration. She grabbed her pillow and slit it through with her dagger, letting the feathers fly around the room.
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Cat was given an apron, a bucket of water, and a small rag. What Jack called her welcome gifts. He also left her with instructions for scrubbing every inch of wooden floor on the Black Pearl. And if he wasn't satisfied, he'd make her do it again... with no rag.
"Swab the deck, my bloody ship is all I ruddy care about." Catharine was on her hands and knees scrubbing as hard as she could as she mumbled and cursed under her breath. "I should have slit his throat."
She scrubbed and swabbed until her knuckles were raw and bleeding. The next part of the ship would be all of the living quarters, and she decided to get the lovebird's nest over with first.
Catharine knocked on the door with her bare hand, so she wouldn't harm her knuckles any further. Elizabeth opened the door and looked at Cat and smiled.
"You're bleeding." Elizabeth opened the door and Cat walked into a very crowded room filled with so many things that it would be impossible for her to even get close enough to scrubbing the floor.
"Would you kindly move all of your belongings, so that I may get on with my work." Catharine turned to look at Elizabeth who in turn sat on her bed and began to watch.
Cat got on her knees and began to clean a part of the floor when Will came in and gave Elizabeth a passionate kiss. She looked at them and went back to her work.
"You know ... America would have been a much better place for a honeymoon." Cat said in an as-matter-of-fact tone. She kept to her cleaning, not even looking up.
"Yes, well, you don't have the right to tell us what to do." Elizabeth stood up right next to where Cat was pouring water.
"Elizabeth..." Will took her hand and tried to lead her away, not wanting to anger either one of them.
"Yes, go away Elizabeth." Cat still kept her eyes to the floor.
Elizabeth turned to follow Will, but kicked up her shoe and a spray of dirty water went right into Cat's eyes. Cat stood up and picked the bucket of water up with her and a quick surge of water splashed onto Elizabeth.
"You!" Elizabeth yanked free of Will's grasp. "You ruined my dress!"
"You're welcome." Cat's eyes lit up as she smiled.
Elizabeth marched right up to her and slapped Cat across the face. Will tried to stop her, but decided that he really did not want to get in the middle of two enraged women unless he really needed to.
Catharine, on the other hand, just laughed.
"Why are you laughing?" Elizabeth was breathing hoarsely and trying to hold back from hitting her again.
"Because..." More laughter. "Is that all you've got?" Catharine unsheathed her sword and held it an inch away from Elizabeth's eye. "I can make you go blind in one eye with only one thrust of my sword." Cat saw Will moving in to protect Elizabeth.
*Stupid, stupid boy. So rash.*
"If you slap me again, you'll never see anything ever again, and by that I mean that I'll poke out both your eyes." Will had drawn his own sword and was pointing it at Cat.
"Do you really think that wise, Mr. Turner?" Cat put her sword away. "I'm not going to hurt her."
"Because if you do - I'll kill you." His voice was low and menacing.
"Really now? Well, go ahead and put that on your 'I will die trying' list." Cat picked up the rag and threw it in the bucket. She smiled and nodded her head to the both of them. "Goodnight."
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Cat returned to her room and sat down next to the mirror. She looked in it and saw herself for the first time after a hard days work. She looked awful.
*Well, if Sparrow hears about what happened - I'll more than likely have to walk the plank by sunset tomorrow.* She brushed out the tangles in her hair. *Perhaps if I can prove that they attacked me first.* Cat stopped brushing her hair and looked back to her image in the mirror.
"But it is two words against one. And Sparrow already has it in for me."
Cat went to her bed and rested her head against her arm. She slowly drifted off into a deep sleep . . . . .
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"Thar 'ave always been fah-r (four) cahr-ners (corners) tha' protect the great treasure located on the Isle o' Spirits, ev'ry pirate knows abow'that. The obster-cles are may'd up by those fah-r cahr-ners. The spirits o' the earth, argh (air), water, and f-argh (fire). No pirate 'as seen the treasure because o' the obster-cles. Ah-nee pirate 'oo as even set thar blimey foot on the isle can be called a grea' 'ero. Er, just plain stupid. Either way, they've get ter be full o' cahr-age (courage)."
"Why would any pirate actually want to go to the island?"
"Because, lass, the treasure thar be so great and wanted. Mah-ny pirates 'ave tried ter git thar 'ands on the treasure, but 'ave lost thar lives in the pro-cess. The spirits are not vary welcomin' - they ain't. Some legen's 'ave it that the spirit of the water are huge man-eatin' pirahnas tha' can gobble down a pirate wif'out chewin' 'em up. An' the argh spirits can blow a pirate to Chiner."
"Sounds awfully fascinating."
"Don't ye'ver think o' findin' the place, me dear."
"Papa, I know it's not real. How could any pirahna grow to be that size?"
"Ye know wha'. Ye're right. Goo'night."
"Night."
******
Cat awoke with a start, sitting straight up. It had been her father's voice telling her the story of the Isle of Spirit's again. She had been having the same dream over and over since he died when she was 13, since it had been the last thing he had ever said to her. The next morning she had awaken to find her mother, who made it a priority to never show weakness or never show anything less than manners was crying in her room with a note saying that the great pirate Basil DeVries had been murdered by a British Navy officer.
That was when Cat knew that she must become a pirate, just like her father, and revenge his death. She had already found the officer and killed him, but it just drove her further into the madness of being the Black Cat. It wouldn't go away - it kept eating away at her on the inside - and Cat thought that she'd never be able to go back to being just, plain Catharine DeVries. Perhaps even have a husband and settle down. A very non-pirate husband, and definitely non-pirate children. But that was all just a dream - for all men, pirate or no, had heard of the Black Cat.
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A/N : Ooh... stuff about the Isle and stuff about Cat's past. Woohoo! So - if you're gettin' this - Cat talks the way she does because her mother wouldn't settle for anything less. I know that it's a bit weird having a regular maiden marry a pirate and then their child talking like a normal person, but she's a smart character. Don't want her to sound like a pirate. Not that there is anything wrong about sounding like a pirate.
I'm sorry that the last little part is just two paragraphs. Bit of writers block on how to put it all in there. Oh, well, you'll get over it. Heehee!
Again, read and review. I love reading reviews. They also make me write more. Like I'll stop writing ... I want to see how it all finishes. I know I have the plot and all, but sometimes when you write you get ideas and they blossom into something more better. Yes... MORE BETTER! Ha!