The Makings of a Pirate, by Hellborne
Pirates of the Caribbean
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Summary: Jack Sparrow seems to be waging a personal war on slavery. Elizabeth and Will want to know WHY.
BETA: Pendragginink I love you! You are the greatest!!!!! I really can't say enough wonderful things about you!
A/N: Feed the plot ferrets or they'll bite you in the arse...and I won't write anything else.
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Chapter 5 - Pirate? Or Popinjay?
Pintel was at the helm piloting the Black Pearl into the natural harbor. The rest of Jack's fleet was already waiting, and a longboat was on its way out to them. He hoped that Lizzy wouldn't kill him over what happened to Jack. Pintel could tell that Jack was hurting. He had checked his injuries again just about an hour before, and most of them were healing nicely, but the bullet wound was definitely healing slower than it should. Although he cleaned it twice a day to keep infection away, it refused to close, and kept bleeding. He was thinking of pushing Jack into that longboat to get him to a doctor.
As the longboat neared, Pintel could see Captain Lizzy, Will, and a man he had never seen before. The man looked like a gentleman, and held a large leather bag on his lap. Pintel ordered the rope ladder lowered and waited. Lizzy came up first, waving at Pintel, and running into Jack's cabin even as her feet hit the deck. The gentleman climbed on board with his bag, also moving toward Jack's cabin. Will climbed up and stopped at Pintel.
"How's Jack?"
"The Commodore is restin' in my cabin. Can't keep up appearances to that Norrington Chap."
Elizabeth and the gentleman made their way out of Jack's cabin. Will looked down. "He's in the first mate's cabin." They hurried to the mate's cabin and went in. Will turned back to Pintel. "What happened to him back there? I saw the men carrying him to the Pearl, and it looked like he'd been shot. How did it happen?"
Pintel lowered his eyes slightly, looking embarrassed. "The Commodore has ordered me to tell you to mind yer own business, sir. He made all of us swear to it." He lowered his voice. "But I will tell ye this, boy. Commodore Sparrow is the bravest and the CRAZIEST man I have ever had the pleasure to sail under!" Will raced down the steps to the first mate's cabin, disappearing inside.
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Norrington was confused. Early that morning, Jack had woken up and changed the chest bandage, which was still bleeding, and then put his clothes back on. He left the naval officer locked in his shackles. The pirate had dragged a chest out the door with him, telling Norrington to stay till he was unlocked.
Ragetti had brought him some rice and water a little while later, and told him to sit down and relax; that he was not to be called on for any chores till later in the day. He returned at lunch with beans and water, saying the same thing.
About three hours later, the door burst open and Elizabeth Swann ran in followed by a man who appeared to be a gentleman. She looked around the room, finally seemed to notice him sitting on the floor, and raced out again, not a word spoken. The gentleman followed her. He stood up, realizing that they must have met up with the rest of Jack's fleet, and that they had probably landed, though he had no idea where.
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Will raced down the steps and into the first mate's cabin, disappearing inside, to find Jack in the bed being crushed by Lizzy. He was making a strangled groaning sound, and there was a strong perfumed scent emanating from him. He also looked like he had taken a bath, his kohl was missing, and his face was clean-shaven!
The man with them walked forward, fairly peeling Lizzy away from Jack. "Captain Lizzy, you must allow me to examine him! Milord, you simply must find yourself a new hobby! This one promises to kill you." He saw the bandages that had just recently been put on, a tiny bit of red coming through in the middle of the chest already. "You should have had stitches days ago if the boy is correct! Tell me, is THIS ball still in your chest?" The doctor removed the bandage. There was an open hole in the center of Jack's chest.
Jack sat up, apparently not in too much pain. "No, Dr. Robins, it was removed three days ago. Now leave me in peace the lot of you." The bruising had fairly healed, but the bullet hole and shoulder wound were still bleeding and the bullet hole looked deep.
"Jack, Will told me that you looked like you had been shot, but there were no shots fired. What happened back there?" Lizzy wasn't sure whether she wanted to kiss or kill him.
"No time for that now, love! I have too many things to get done, and I am not going to be here longer than two days. I want that lout off me ship!"
The doctor pulled out his sewing kit and had begun stitching Jack closed. Jack stared off into space, but that was his only reaction to the pain he must be in.
When the doctor was finished, Jack got out of bed and started putting on some VERY foppish-looking clothes. The shirt and hose were bright gold, and the jacket and breeches were both lavender with gold trim. The shoes were black, and the long, curly wig was pale blue. When he finished, he was completely unrecognizable. He saw their faces and smiled. Lizzy and Will both gasped. ALL of his teeth were white, and the smile was nothing like the patented "Jack Sparrow Grin." He didn't even appear to be drunk. He went to the chest and pulled out an ornate cane. "Well, how do I look in my party togs?" Even his accent was different...somehow he had become much more cultured.
Lizzy looked hard at him, suddenly looked flabbergasted, mumbled something that sounded a lot like "Lord Popinjay," and fainted.
Jack looked at her on the floor and turned toward a dumbfounded Will, who was trying to wake Lizzy. "Don't bother. Just put her in the bed and let her rest. I have to get out of here." He threw Will a key, who dropped it, completely speechless, but on the verge of laughing at the sight before him. "Bring Jimboy along with you, and have him wear his uniform. I need to speak to Ana Maria." He put on a short lavender cape with gold trim and walked out the door, barking orders.
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The Black Pearl docked, and Jack stepped off and into a waiting carriage with the doctor. Satan was on his shoulder, the ferret's bright red eyes looking around, taking in its environment, its nose twitching madly. Kali was in his pocket, sleeping, as usual. They took off, not waiting for anyone else. A second carriage pulled up about an hour later.
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Lizzy woke to a cold cloth being held to her forehead by Will. Captain Gibbs was waiting at the door. Will was looking at her, concerned. "Are you all right? You fainted. And who is 'Lord Popinjay?'"
"Yes...I'm fine. I swear he looked just like Lord Raymond Smythe-Douglass. I've known Lord Raymond for eight years. He attends the Christmas Ball my father throws every year."
"But why did you say 'Lord Popinjay?'"
"Because Lord Raymond IS a Popinjay, Will. He always comes by himself, speaks to the women but is ALWAYS the gentleman. He fairly 'swished' like a lady himself. So what is Jack doing impersonating him? Lord Raymond lives in a mansion only about 20 miles from here, so Jack won't get away with it."
"Captain Lizzy, Jack will get away with it. Tell me, could you tell Jack from your 'Lord Popinjay at ALL?'" Captain Gibbs looked curiously at her.
"I didn't get a very long look at him, but I would say that I could tell them apart if I saw them together."
"No, Cap'n, you could not. Ye see, young miss, he IS Lord Raymond Smythe-Douglass."
Will and Lizzy both looked at Captain Gibbs as if he had grown a new head. Will recovered first. "Captain Gibbs, if Jack were Lord Smythe-Douglas, he would not be out sailing the Black Pearl for treasure."
"Aye, and he doesn't. Ye'll notice that he goes through and picks only a couple of trinkets and gives up the rest to the crew. Remember them ferrets? He wouldn't have taken anything from that treasure if he hadn't seen them. We stop here once every six months so that he can check his plantations, factories, shipping company, and other holdin's."
Lizzy looked worried. "But I know that the Folly has raided and sunk ships that belonged to Lord Raymond. Why would he not at least tell us to leave them alone?"
"As has the Wench. But he gives them no preference, leavin' all of it to chance. He's raided them himself just to keep appearances up."
Will still looked a little confused. "So is he really Lord Smythe-Douglas, or is he really Jack Sparrow? Deep down, who is he?"
Gibbs chuckled. "He's a pirate, through and through, young Will. He uses his companies to help to free the slaves we take through the raids. The plantations double as schools for them wot we are able to rescue. The shipping company brings the ex-slaves back to Africa that wants to go. Not many do, but the offer is there. And as for the factories, the Africans need to start working somewhere, and Jack, bein' partial to rum and coffee, he bought one of each to be able to help more. I've seen 'is books. He makes more money with them companies of his than any o' those wot use slaves, and does the workers good besides."
Will and Lizzy shook their heads in wonder, and left the room, Will with a key in his hand.
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TBC
A/N: If you like it, hit the REVIEW button! If you DON'T like it, hit the REVIEW button! I need to know if I'm doing a good job or not and how to make the sequel better!!! So hit that REVIEW button and tell me where to go!
Pirates of the Caribbean
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Summary: Jack Sparrow seems to be waging a personal war on slavery. Elizabeth and Will want to know WHY.
BETA: Pendragginink I love you! You are the greatest!!!!! I really can't say enough wonderful things about you!
A/N: Feed the plot ferrets or they'll bite you in the arse...and I won't write anything else.
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Chapter 5 - Pirate? Or Popinjay?
Pintel was at the helm piloting the Black Pearl into the natural harbor. The rest of Jack's fleet was already waiting, and a longboat was on its way out to them. He hoped that Lizzy wouldn't kill him over what happened to Jack. Pintel could tell that Jack was hurting. He had checked his injuries again just about an hour before, and most of them were healing nicely, but the bullet wound was definitely healing slower than it should. Although he cleaned it twice a day to keep infection away, it refused to close, and kept bleeding. He was thinking of pushing Jack into that longboat to get him to a doctor.
As the longboat neared, Pintel could see Captain Lizzy, Will, and a man he had never seen before. The man looked like a gentleman, and held a large leather bag on his lap. Pintel ordered the rope ladder lowered and waited. Lizzy came up first, waving at Pintel, and running into Jack's cabin even as her feet hit the deck. The gentleman climbed on board with his bag, also moving toward Jack's cabin. Will climbed up and stopped at Pintel.
"How's Jack?"
"The Commodore is restin' in my cabin. Can't keep up appearances to that Norrington Chap."
Elizabeth and the gentleman made their way out of Jack's cabin. Will looked down. "He's in the first mate's cabin." They hurried to the mate's cabin and went in. Will turned back to Pintel. "What happened to him back there? I saw the men carrying him to the Pearl, and it looked like he'd been shot. How did it happen?"
Pintel lowered his eyes slightly, looking embarrassed. "The Commodore has ordered me to tell you to mind yer own business, sir. He made all of us swear to it." He lowered his voice. "But I will tell ye this, boy. Commodore Sparrow is the bravest and the CRAZIEST man I have ever had the pleasure to sail under!" Will raced down the steps to the first mate's cabin, disappearing inside.
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Norrington was confused. Early that morning, Jack had woken up and changed the chest bandage, which was still bleeding, and then put his clothes back on. He left the naval officer locked in his shackles. The pirate had dragged a chest out the door with him, telling Norrington to stay till he was unlocked.
Ragetti had brought him some rice and water a little while later, and told him to sit down and relax; that he was not to be called on for any chores till later in the day. He returned at lunch with beans and water, saying the same thing.
About three hours later, the door burst open and Elizabeth Swann ran in followed by a man who appeared to be a gentleman. She looked around the room, finally seemed to notice him sitting on the floor, and raced out again, not a word spoken. The gentleman followed her. He stood up, realizing that they must have met up with the rest of Jack's fleet, and that they had probably landed, though he had no idea where.
- -
Will raced down the steps and into the first mate's cabin, disappearing inside, to find Jack in the bed being crushed by Lizzy. He was making a strangled groaning sound, and there was a strong perfumed scent emanating from him. He also looked like he had taken a bath, his kohl was missing, and his face was clean-shaven!
The man with them walked forward, fairly peeling Lizzy away from Jack. "Captain Lizzy, you must allow me to examine him! Milord, you simply must find yourself a new hobby! This one promises to kill you." He saw the bandages that had just recently been put on, a tiny bit of red coming through in the middle of the chest already. "You should have had stitches days ago if the boy is correct! Tell me, is THIS ball still in your chest?" The doctor removed the bandage. There was an open hole in the center of Jack's chest.
Jack sat up, apparently not in too much pain. "No, Dr. Robins, it was removed three days ago. Now leave me in peace the lot of you." The bruising had fairly healed, but the bullet hole and shoulder wound were still bleeding and the bullet hole looked deep.
"Jack, Will told me that you looked like you had been shot, but there were no shots fired. What happened back there?" Lizzy wasn't sure whether she wanted to kiss or kill him.
"No time for that now, love! I have too many things to get done, and I am not going to be here longer than two days. I want that lout off me ship!"
The doctor pulled out his sewing kit and had begun stitching Jack closed. Jack stared off into space, but that was his only reaction to the pain he must be in.
When the doctor was finished, Jack got out of bed and started putting on some VERY foppish-looking clothes. The shirt and hose were bright gold, and the jacket and breeches were both lavender with gold trim. The shoes were black, and the long, curly wig was pale blue. When he finished, he was completely unrecognizable. He saw their faces and smiled. Lizzy and Will both gasped. ALL of his teeth were white, and the smile was nothing like the patented "Jack Sparrow Grin." He didn't even appear to be drunk. He went to the chest and pulled out an ornate cane. "Well, how do I look in my party togs?" Even his accent was different...somehow he had become much more cultured.
Lizzy looked hard at him, suddenly looked flabbergasted, mumbled something that sounded a lot like "Lord Popinjay," and fainted.
Jack looked at her on the floor and turned toward a dumbfounded Will, who was trying to wake Lizzy. "Don't bother. Just put her in the bed and let her rest. I have to get out of here." He threw Will a key, who dropped it, completely speechless, but on the verge of laughing at the sight before him. "Bring Jimboy along with you, and have him wear his uniform. I need to speak to Ana Maria." He put on a short lavender cape with gold trim and walked out the door, barking orders.
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The Black Pearl docked, and Jack stepped off and into a waiting carriage with the doctor. Satan was on his shoulder, the ferret's bright red eyes looking around, taking in its environment, its nose twitching madly. Kali was in his pocket, sleeping, as usual. They took off, not waiting for anyone else. A second carriage pulled up about an hour later.
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Lizzy woke to a cold cloth being held to her forehead by Will. Captain Gibbs was waiting at the door. Will was looking at her, concerned. "Are you all right? You fainted. And who is 'Lord Popinjay?'"
"Yes...I'm fine. I swear he looked just like Lord Raymond Smythe-Douglass. I've known Lord Raymond for eight years. He attends the Christmas Ball my father throws every year."
"But why did you say 'Lord Popinjay?'"
"Because Lord Raymond IS a Popinjay, Will. He always comes by himself, speaks to the women but is ALWAYS the gentleman. He fairly 'swished' like a lady himself. So what is Jack doing impersonating him? Lord Raymond lives in a mansion only about 20 miles from here, so Jack won't get away with it."
"Captain Lizzy, Jack will get away with it. Tell me, could you tell Jack from your 'Lord Popinjay at ALL?'" Captain Gibbs looked curiously at her.
"I didn't get a very long look at him, but I would say that I could tell them apart if I saw them together."
"No, Cap'n, you could not. Ye see, young miss, he IS Lord Raymond Smythe-Douglass."
Will and Lizzy both looked at Captain Gibbs as if he had grown a new head. Will recovered first. "Captain Gibbs, if Jack were Lord Smythe-Douglas, he would not be out sailing the Black Pearl for treasure."
"Aye, and he doesn't. Ye'll notice that he goes through and picks only a couple of trinkets and gives up the rest to the crew. Remember them ferrets? He wouldn't have taken anything from that treasure if he hadn't seen them. We stop here once every six months so that he can check his plantations, factories, shipping company, and other holdin's."
Lizzy looked worried. "But I know that the Folly has raided and sunk ships that belonged to Lord Raymond. Why would he not at least tell us to leave them alone?"
"As has the Wench. But he gives them no preference, leavin' all of it to chance. He's raided them himself just to keep appearances up."
Will still looked a little confused. "So is he really Lord Smythe-Douglas, or is he really Jack Sparrow? Deep down, who is he?"
Gibbs chuckled. "He's a pirate, through and through, young Will. He uses his companies to help to free the slaves we take through the raids. The plantations double as schools for them wot we are able to rescue. The shipping company brings the ex-slaves back to Africa that wants to go. Not many do, but the offer is there. And as for the factories, the Africans need to start working somewhere, and Jack, bein' partial to rum and coffee, he bought one of each to be able to help more. I've seen 'is books. He makes more money with them companies of his than any o' those wot use slaves, and does the workers good besides."
Will and Lizzy shook their heads in wonder, and left the room, Will with a key in his hand.
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TBC
A/N: If you like it, hit the REVIEW button! If you DON'T like it, hit the REVIEW button! I need to know if I'm doing a good job or not and how to make the sequel better!!! So hit that REVIEW button and tell me where to go!
