Disclaimer: nope still don't own them
A/N: Ok I know Jack isn't as Roguish as I intended him to be. But this is the way he came out. He is ooc ok? Ok!
"Thank you for the use of them," she said, sitting down and watching as he sat down.
"Go ahead lass. Eat up," he said as he began to eat.
Heather again ate her plate clean leaving him chuckling softly. She set her fork down and wiped her mouth with her napkin. She looked up at Jack where he sat with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I like a lass with a hearty appetite," he chuckled, smiling brightly.
"Not as hearty as yours is Jack," she said laughing softly. "Plus it is amazing what you can do without a corsett on."
Heather settled into ship life as the days passed. Jack showed her different aspects of the ship and showed her the ways of pirate life. She soon took over the cooking and found a place on the ship. She also found herself falling for the handsome pirate and loved every minute spent with him.
She was awakened one evening by shouting. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat up and dressed. As she was brushing her hair, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in."
"Aye, good morning lass. We've arrived at Tortuga. We be embarkin in a matter of minutes. Would ye care to join me on the aft deck?"
"Why Jack, I would love to."
Heather set her brush down and followed Jack from her cabin. He helped her up next to the wheel and she was awed by the view. She looked off into the vast ocean that disappeared against the horizon. Than she swept her eyes towards Tortuga.
"Oh Jack. It is beautiful out here. I can see why you love the freedom of it so much," she said as they slowly approached Tortuga.
"Well lass, there be nothing like the life of a pirate. But as you said, it be the freedom I love. Now let's be off to find your brother," answered Jack as they docked.
Heather followed Jack from the harbor to the town of Tortuga. Jack chuckled when she clung to him as she saw some seedy characters. She softly punched him on the arm, which made him chuckle even more.
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Not far away, on top of a building, stood Mr. Grayson. He watched them through an eyeglass. He sneered as he saw her dressed up in Jack's clothes.
"I will get ye Heather. Ye will be mine if'n I have to plunder ya from that wretched Sparrow. Nobody refuses me," he whispered as he saw them turn into a bar.
Grayson pocketed his eyeglass and left the roof.
Heather followed Jack around Tortuga for hours. She clutched his jacket whenever they stopped to speak to someone. There were rumors of her brother being there but that had been over 2 weeks ago. One rumor led them to the door of a seedy pub. Heather scrunched her nose at the smell that hit he as they entered.
"There be no need to be afraid, lass. Just stick with Jack and ye will be fine, savvy?" whispered Jack winking at her.
"Who said I was afraid. This place just smells like a pigs pen," she whispered back, pinching her nose for emphasis.
Jack led her through the throng of unclean people to an empty table. Heather sat down, making sure not to sit too far away from him. Jack ordered a glass of rum for him and turned to Heather.
"What ye be wantin to drink lass?" chuckled Jack, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Umm what you have will be fine," she said, looking around her.
Jack smiled and ordered another rum for her. They were set down in front of them moments later. Jack drank his in one gulp and looked at Melissa from the corner of his eye. He saw her take a gulp which turned into a fit of coughing.
"What in heaven's name is this?" she said, Jack slapping her softly on the back.
"It be rum, which is what ye asked fer, love. Though I thought it be a might strong for a wee sprite like ye," he said chuckling.
"Why didn't you tell me you were getting hard drink? I don't drink," she said, angrily punching him on the arm.
"I be a pirate. Ye should know I drink. Rum be my favorite though, lass," he said, smiling with glee.
She was about to knock the smile from his face when they were interrupted. A large man walked up followed by two others. Heather felt Jack grab her hand with one of his while reaching for his sword with the other.
"What ye be wantin ye won't find here," he said through clenched teeth.
"We 'eard ya been lookin fer Tomas Robbins? This be true?" growled the first man.
"That be true. But what's it got to do with you?" sneered Jack.
"We 'ave word of 'im. We can tell ya fer a price," snickered another man.
"Depends on what yer wantin."
"We be wantin gold,"
"I will offer ya 2 gold pieces each fer what ya know. Two more if it lead to somethin," said Jack.
Heather placed six gold pieces to jack under the table and he handed it to the men as they sat down. Heather wrinkled her nose at the stink coming from them and buried her face in Jack's shoulder. Jack's grip on her hand turned into a soft caress to calm her nerves.
"Now, what ye be knowin," he said.
"We saw Tom wit' Ol' Barnes three nights past. Over 'eard 'em mention somethin bout a map. They be sailin to Monarch isle," said the large man. "That same night we saw Tom bein drug from this ere pub and to a ship, The Golden Lark."
"Here be the rest, now go," said Jack tossing them more gold.
"Oh Jack! How will we find him now?" sobbed Heather.
"We be headin to the isle. I know this Capn Barnes. He be nothin but a thief. He gives us real pirates a bad name," said Jack, leading her from the pub and htrough the streets.
Unknown to them, Grayson's men awaited them around one corner. They jumped them as they passed, knocking Jack down. The last thing he heard before dark took him was Heather's sweet voice screaming his name.
A/N: Ok I know Jack isn't as Roguish as I intended him to be. But this is the way he came out. He is ooc ok? Ok!
"Thank you for the use of them," she said, sitting down and watching as he sat down.
"Go ahead lass. Eat up," he said as he began to eat.
Heather again ate her plate clean leaving him chuckling softly. She set her fork down and wiped her mouth with her napkin. She looked up at Jack where he sat with a sparkle in his eyes.
"I like a lass with a hearty appetite," he chuckled, smiling brightly.
"Not as hearty as yours is Jack," she said laughing softly. "Plus it is amazing what you can do without a corsett on."
Heather settled into ship life as the days passed. Jack showed her different aspects of the ship and showed her the ways of pirate life. She soon took over the cooking and found a place on the ship. She also found herself falling for the handsome pirate and loved every minute spent with him.
She was awakened one evening by shouting. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she sat up and dressed. As she was brushing her hair, there came a knock at the door.
"Come in."
"Aye, good morning lass. We've arrived at Tortuga. We be embarkin in a matter of minutes. Would ye care to join me on the aft deck?"
"Why Jack, I would love to."
Heather set her brush down and followed Jack from her cabin. He helped her up next to the wheel and she was awed by the view. She looked off into the vast ocean that disappeared against the horizon. Than she swept her eyes towards Tortuga.
"Oh Jack. It is beautiful out here. I can see why you love the freedom of it so much," she said as they slowly approached Tortuga.
"Well lass, there be nothing like the life of a pirate. But as you said, it be the freedom I love. Now let's be off to find your brother," answered Jack as they docked.
Heather followed Jack from the harbor to the town of Tortuga. Jack chuckled when she clung to him as she saw some seedy characters. She softly punched him on the arm, which made him chuckle even more.
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Not far away, on top of a building, stood Mr. Grayson. He watched them through an eyeglass. He sneered as he saw her dressed up in Jack's clothes.
"I will get ye Heather. Ye will be mine if'n I have to plunder ya from that wretched Sparrow. Nobody refuses me," he whispered as he saw them turn into a bar.
Grayson pocketed his eyeglass and left the roof.
Heather followed Jack around Tortuga for hours. She clutched his jacket whenever they stopped to speak to someone. There were rumors of her brother being there but that had been over 2 weeks ago. One rumor led them to the door of a seedy pub. Heather scrunched her nose at the smell that hit he as they entered.
"There be no need to be afraid, lass. Just stick with Jack and ye will be fine, savvy?" whispered Jack winking at her.
"Who said I was afraid. This place just smells like a pigs pen," she whispered back, pinching her nose for emphasis.
Jack led her through the throng of unclean people to an empty table. Heather sat down, making sure not to sit too far away from him. Jack ordered a glass of rum for him and turned to Heather.
"What ye be wantin to drink lass?" chuckled Jack, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
"Umm what you have will be fine," she said, looking around her.
Jack smiled and ordered another rum for her. They were set down in front of them moments later. Jack drank his in one gulp and looked at Melissa from the corner of his eye. He saw her take a gulp which turned into a fit of coughing.
"What in heaven's name is this?" she said, Jack slapping her softly on the back.
"It be rum, which is what ye asked fer, love. Though I thought it be a might strong for a wee sprite like ye," he said chuckling.
"Why didn't you tell me you were getting hard drink? I don't drink," she said, angrily punching him on the arm.
"I be a pirate. Ye should know I drink. Rum be my favorite though, lass," he said, smiling with glee.
She was about to knock the smile from his face when they were interrupted. A large man walked up followed by two others. Heather felt Jack grab her hand with one of his while reaching for his sword with the other.
"What ye be wantin ye won't find here," he said through clenched teeth.
"We 'eard ya been lookin fer Tomas Robbins? This be true?" growled the first man.
"That be true. But what's it got to do with you?" sneered Jack.
"We 'ave word of 'im. We can tell ya fer a price," snickered another man.
"Depends on what yer wantin."
"We be wantin gold,"
"I will offer ya 2 gold pieces each fer what ya know. Two more if it lead to somethin," said Jack.
Heather placed six gold pieces to jack under the table and he handed it to the men as they sat down. Heather wrinkled her nose at the stink coming from them and buried her face in Jack's shoulder. Jack's grip on her hand turned into a soft caress to calm her nerves.
"Now, what ye be knowin," he said.
"We saw Tom wit' Ol' Barnes three nights past. Over 'eard 'em mention somethin bout a map. They be sailin to Monarch isle," said the large man. "That same night we saw Tom bein drug from this ere pub and to a ship, The Golden Lark."
"Here be the rest, now go," said Jack tossing them more gold.
"Oh Jack! How will we find him now?" sobbed Heather.
"We be headin to the isle. I know this Capn Barnes. He be nothin but a thief. He gives us real pirates a bad name," said Jack, leading her from the pub and htrough the streets.
Unknown to them, Grayson's men awaited them around one corner. They jumped them as they passed, knocking Jack down. The last thing he heard before dark took him was Heather's sweet voice screaming his name.