Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. Disney does. I
own the DVD though! *does happy dance* I own Rachel and that's it. I wish I
owned Captain Jack Sparrow! *sighs heavily* Alas, I don't though...
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"Thanks for the lift mate," I said and handed over a few shillings.
" 'Twas no problem Miss Harris."
"It's *Captain*, Captain Harris," I reminded irritably.
"Whatever, Miss," he replied, rolling his eyes. I shot him a glare before turning on my heel and stalking off down the docks.
'Quite a picturesque town really,' I thought. 'I think he said 'twas named Port King...or maybe it was Port Royal?' I shrugged, and continued my way down the docks.
'First order of business is to find me a ship." After looking around I surmised that was going to prove quite a difficult task seeing as how all the ships were either Navy ships or colossal trading ships. 'Well, best try for the most practical one to navigate by me onesies.'
The day was quite nice really. Sunny skies with only a few cloud wisps here and there. The docks were bustling with activity and the town as well. It had the air of a port with immense wealth, which was an advantage. Even if I couldn't commandeer a ship, I could at least borrow some money off the towns folk to barter passage to Tortuga.
The suspicious looks I was receiving was really starting to bug me, so I turned my icy stare at said lookers and they promptly found something more interesting to look at. Truth be told, I was used to that kind of treatment. It's not everyday you see a women dressed in men's trousers and shirt, her hair in cornrows held back by a scarf, and sporting a pistol in her belt. It just wasn't natural by most standards.
I reached the end of the docks and stuck to the shadows as I continued my exploring. Just as I thought I had seen all of the ships, I came to one that caught my fancy. It wasn't very large, especially compared to the Man O'War docked further down, but it looked like it could be quite fast, which it needed to be. There was only one problem. It was guarded. Fortunately for me, the two guards, one quite fat and the other quite thin, looked very incompetent and weren't paying attention.
I slipped past them and onto the ship easily, and was in the process of exploring the decks when I heard the guards yelling something. Thinking they were yelling at me, I froze immediately. Instead, there was a man down there talking to them and he seemed to have been trying to board the ship as well. 'He must've been really out of place for those two louts to have noticed him,' I thought.
Though he really was conspicuous. He was dressed in the traditional pirate garb, and that alone was out of place on this island. Aside from that his long dark hair had many trinkets woven into it, and he was walking in a very unnatural way. Swaggering was more what he was doing.
He now had the two inept redcoats in deep conversation and was making his way over. I promptly ducked behind a crate, not wanting to be seen. From my viewpoint, he was turning the helm like he was steering it, and looking only mildly interested in what he was doing.
His actions were annoying me, and I decided I would kick him off and continue with my commandeering. I stood up slowly but he didn't seem to notice. Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat noisily. He whirled around in surprise and looked quite amused at what he saw.
" 'ello love," he drawled, and grinned at me. I gave him a vexed look before speaking.
"Get off me ship," I snapped.
"Your ship?" I nodded. "Well, love, I don't see your name on it."
"That's because I haven't gotten around to take it yet." "Now, if you'd be so kind," I growled, waving my hand toward the gang plank.
He raised an eyebrow and was about to retort, when the two guards noticed us. 'Great,' I thought. 'He's ruined everything.'
"Hey! You two! Get away from there!" they called. "You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate," one of them said.
The man who'd ruined my big escape answered them. "I'm sorry, it's just - it's such a pretty boat. Ship." I smirked at this, but the guards looked unimpressed.
"What's your name?" one asked.
"Smith. Or Smithy, if you like," "Smith" replied. Somehow I didn't think this was his real name, especially if he's a pirate. Pirates don't give their real names to anyone but other pirates.
One of the guards asked "Smith" what he was doing there to which he replied "Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out."
"I said no lies!"
I had watched this whole exchange in silence, and had used the two guards' preoccupation with "Smith" to my advantage, and slipped unnoticed off the ship.
"Well, that was interesting," I muttered to myself, amused despite the fact I no longer had a ship to commandeer.
I wandered into town, and, at the rumbling of my stomach, decided I was hungry. Looking around I noticed a fruit stand. Looking unobtrusive, I walked by casually and grabbed a couple of oranges, and continued on my way down the lane. I peeled the oranges as walked, and surveyed the scenery around me. There were lots of little shops and businesses, but one in particular caught my eye. It was obviously the local smithy. 'Don't they make swords,' I wondered. I had been needing one for a while. A pistol can only get one so far. Though I didn't have any money I figured I could either steal one or sweet talk my way to one. Either worked almost every time.
Feeling pleased with my discovery, I pushed open the door. The interior was quite dim and, as far as I could tell, empty. I sighed with relief, and made my way over to a rack containing about twenty of them. It was then I noticed the blacksmith passed out in his chair, clutching an empty rum bottle. He seemed to be incapacitated at the moment, so I figured it was safe to continue with my sword commandeering.
There were so many different types. There were cutlasses, long swords, rapiers, and sabers, all beautifully crafted. I felt like a kid in a candy shop, and I'm sure I looked like one too. There were so many to choose from. Long swords weren't too practical as a pirate weapon, so I settled for a cutlass. It was elegantly plain, with a simple black leather hilt with silver inlayed in it.
I pulled it out and tested it. It was perfectly balanced. This was definitely a much finer cutlass then my previous one. Of course, at the time, I thought it was quite a good one. Now I know better.
I was about to place the cutlass in my belt and get the hell out of there when the door opened. And there was no place for me to hide. I froze in mid sword-sheathing and looked up into the eyes of "Smith". I don't know who was more surprised, me or him, but I recovered sooner.
"Would ye stop following me?" I spat. I noticed he was in handcuffs and was quick to point it out. "Seems they didn't fancy you taking their ship," I commented.
"Actually love, they didn't fancy me saving a certain govenor's daughter," he replied, grinning cheekily. I was a bit surprised at this. "Now, would you be so kind as to help me get this bloody things off?" he asked impatiently.
I smirked at him. "Well, ya see, I would, but I see no profit in it for me." He gave me an exasperated look and walked over to the anvil. He took his hat off and tried using a hammer (A/N: I don't know if that's the right word for what he used in the movie.) to break the chains. It clearly wasn't working. "It would work better if you used that," I pointed out, motioning at the gear things (A/N: Again, I don't know the names for it. I apologize.). He pressed his palms together and bowed slightly in thanks, and pretty soon he had the cuffs' links broken.
And then the door creaked open for a second time, and "Smith" and I jumped behind a crate. A young man of about twenty or so walked in and surveyed the interior of the shop. He looked over at the sleeping drunk. "Right where I left you," he said, smiling slightly. He walked over to the anvil, where "Smith" had carelessly left the hammer out. He frowned. "Not where I left you." He then spied "Smith's" hat, and made to pick it up. "Smith" leaped up and slapped the man's hand with his sword, and then pointed it at him. '*Idiot*!" I thought.
"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?"
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."
As seemingly interesting as this was, I really wanted to be on my merry way. I emerged from behind the crate. "Then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me." I said, and made for the door. The man looked a bit shocked at my appearance, but quickly recovered and reached for his own sword. I turned around to look at him.
"Do you think this wise, boy - crossing blades with a pirate?" "Smith" asked, apparently taking the challenge for the fight.
"You threatened Miss Swann," the lad snapped.
"Only a little." And they parried. I had to admit, the boy was quite good, and so was "Smith".
I shouldn't have stayed to watch the whole fight. I went against my better judgment. It was an interesting fight, to be sure. It ended when "Smith" blinded the man with sand and then pointed his pistol at him.
"You cheated!"
"Pirate," "Smith" replied pointedly.
A banging was heard at the door. I glanced at it nervously. "Damn it!" I cursed. The boy shot me a look of surprise that I'd spoken and then turned his gaze back to the pirate threatening him.
"Move away," "Smith" ordered.
"No."
I moved up to stand next to Jack, brandishing my pistol menacingly.
"Please move," I snarled.
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."
"This shot was not meant for you," "Smith" ground out, when all of a sudden: *CRACK!* "Smith" fell onto the floor unconscious. I spun around to see the hung over blacksmith holding a broken alcohol bottle. 'Oh shit,' was all I could think before the door flew open and a swarm of red coats flew in.
A very familiar looking one was leading them. "Excellent work, Mr. Brown . You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive," he said, looking at the disheveled blacksmith.
"Just doing my civic duty sir," he replied. I couldn't help but grin at the look on the young man's face.
'Norrington!' I realized suddenly. 'That's who he is!'
"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped," said Norrington.
'Captain Jack Sparrow!!' I thought in astonishment. 'That's certainly not how I would've imagined 'im!"
Norrington then seemed to notice me standing there for the first time. He looked at me distastefully. "Obviously another pirate," he said. I tried to look innocent.
"Maybe," I simpered.
"Arrest her!" he ordered, and his little soldiers hastened to hand cuff me.
"Take it easy!" I whined. The redcoats just shot me an annoyed look.
Norrington grabbed my arm, and pushed up the sleeves, revealing my tattoo. "I should have known," he hissed after studying the star shaped tattoo. "Rachel Harris."
I glared at him. "*Captain*" I reminded. "*Captain* Rachel Harris."
He looked a bit peeved at this. "You don't have a ship any more, ergo you are not a captain," he snorted.
"That's where you're wrong mate," I argued, but it fell on deaf ears.
"Take them away," he commanded.
They proceeded to drag Sparrow and I away to the jail. 'This is just *peachy*' I thought bitterly. 'All I wanted was a bloody ship. But *nooooo*. I have to meet an infamous pirate captain, watch him fight a some blacksmith's apprentice, be insulted by that bloody Norrington character, and then get hauled away to a damned prison! Most likely to be hanged tomorrow morning!' I was pissed, and I let everyone know it too. Let's just say I didn't go quietly, and the soldiers ended up with quite a few more bruised shins and egos then before.
TBC
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A/N: Hey everyone! I know this might be a bit cliché...but it'll get better! It's my second attempt at a POTC story. My first one shriveled up and died. *looks guilty* Well, y'all know what to do! Review!! Savvy???
If you like Harry Potter, check out my HP fanfic Another Marauder: Book 1. It's great! haha. Bye!
Until next time, ~TheSiriusSparrow~
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"Thanks for the lift mate," I said and handed over a few shillings.
" 'Twas no problem Miss Harris."
"It's *Captain*, Captain Harris," I reminded irritably.
"Whatever, Miss," he replied, rolling his eyes. I shot him a glare before turning on my heel and stalking off down the docks.
'Quite a picturesque town really,' I thought. 'I think he said 'twas named Port King...or maybe it was Port Royal?' I shrugged, and continued my way down the docks.
'First order of business is to find me a ship." After looking around I surmised that was going to prove quite a difficult task seeing as how all the ships were either Navy ships or colossal trading ships. 'Well, best try for the most practical one to navigate by me onesies.'
The day was quite nice really. Sunny skies with only a few cloud wisps here and there. The docks were bustling with activity and the town as well. It had the air of a port with immense wealth, which was an advantage. Even if I couldn't commandeer a ship, I could at least borrow some money off the towns folk to barter passage to Tortuga.
The suspicious looks I was receiving was really starting to bug me, so I turned my icy stare at said lookers and they promptly found something more interesting to look at. Truth be told, I was used to that kind of treatment. It's not everyday you see a women dressed in men's trousers and shirt, her hair in cornrows held back by a scarf, and sporting a pistol in her belt. It just wasn't natural by most standards.
I reached the end of the docks and stuck to the shadows as I continued my exploring. Just as I thought I had seen all of the ships, I came to one that caught my fancy. It wasn't very large, especially compared to the Man O'War docked further down, but it looked like it could be quite fast, which it needed to be. There was only one problem. It was guarded. Fortunately for me, the two guards, one quite fat and the other quite thin, looked very incompetent and weren't paying attention.
I slipped past them and onto the ship easily, and was in the process of exploring the decks when I heard the guards yelling something. Thinking they were yelling at me, I froze immediately. Instead, there was a man down there talking to them and he seemed to have been trying to board the ship as well. 'He must've been really out of place for those two louts to have noticed him,' I thought.
Though he really was conspicuous. He was dressed in the traditional pirate garb, and that alone was out of place on this island. Aside from that his long dark hair had many trinkets woven into it, and he was walking in a very unnatural way. Swaggering was more what he was doing.
He now had the two inept redcoats in deep conversation and was making his way over. I promptly ducked behind a crate, not wanting to be seen. From my viewpoint, he was turning the helm like he was steering it, and looking only mildly interested in what he was doing.
His actions were annoying me, and I decided I would kick him off and continue with my commandeering. I stood up slowly but he didn't seem to notice. Rolling my eyes, I cleared my throat noisily. He whirled around in surprise and looked quite amused at what he saw.
" 'ello love," he drawled, and grinned at me. I gave him a vexed look before speaking.
"Get off me ship," I snapped.
"Your ship?" I nodded. "Well, love, I don't see your name on it."
"That's because I haven't gotten around to take it yet." "Now, if you'd be so kind," I growled, waving my hand toward the gang plank.
He raised an eyebrow and was about to retort, when the two guards noticed us. 'Great,' I thought. 'He's ruined everything.'
"Hey! You two! Get away from there!" they called. "You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate," one of them said.
The man who'd ruined my big escape answered them. "I'm sorry, it's just - it's such a pretty boat. Ship." I smirked at this, but the guards looked unimpressed.
"What's your name?" one asked.
"Smith. Or Smithy, if you like," "Smith" replied. Somehow I didn't think this was his real name, especially if he's a pirate. Pirates don't give their real names to anyone but other pirates.
One of the guards asked "Smith" what he was doing there to which he replied "Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out."
"I said no lies!"
I had watched this whole exchange in silence, and had used the two guards' preoccupation with "Smith" to my advantage, and slipped unnoticed off the ship.
"Well, that was interesting," I muttered to myself, amused despite the fact I no longer had a ship to commandeer.
I wandered into town, and, at the rumbling of my stomach, decided I was hungry. Looking around I noticed a fruit stand. Looking unobtrusive, I walked by casually and grabbed a couple of oranges, and continued on my way down the lane. I peeled the oranges as walked, and surveyed the scenery around me. There were lots of little shops and businesses, but one in particular caught my eye. It was obviously the local smithy. 'Don't they make swords,' I wondered. I had been needing one for a while. A pistol can only get one so far. Though I didn't have any money I figured I could either steal one or sweet talk my way to one. Either worked almost every time.
Feeling pleased with my discovery, I pushed open the door. The interior was quite dim and, as far as I could tell, empty. I sighed with relief, and made my way over to a rack containing about twenty of them. It was then I noticed the blacksmith passed out in his chair, clutching an empty rum bottle. He seemed to be incapacitated at the moment, so I figured it was safe to continue with my sword commandeering.
There were so many different types. There were cutlasses, long swords, rapiers, and sabers, all beautifully crafted. I felt like a kid in a candy shop, and I'm sure I looked like one too. There were so many to choose from. Long swords weren't too practical as a pirate weapon, so I settled for a cutlass. It was elegantly plain, with a simple black leather hilt with silver inlayed in it.
I pulled it out and tested it. It was perfectly balanced. This was definitely a much finer cutlass then my previous one. Of course, at the time, I thought it was quite a good one. Now I know better.
I was about to place the cutlass in my belt and get the hell out of there when the door opened. And there was no place for me to hide. I froze in mid sword-sheathing and looked up into the eyes of "Smith". I don't know who was more surprised, me or him, but I recovered sooner.
"Would ye stop following me?" I spat. I noticed he was in handcuffs and was quick to point it out. "Seems they didn't fancy you taking their ship," I commented.
"Actually love, they didn't fancy me saving a certain govenor's daughter," he replied, grinning cheekily. I was a bit surprised at this. "Now, would you be so kind as to help me get this bloody things off?" he asked impatiently.
I smirked at him. "Well, ya see, I would, but I see no profit in it for me." He gave me an exasperated look and walked over to the anvil. He took his hat off and tried using a hammer (A/N: I don't know if that's the right word for what he used in the movie.) to break the chains. It clearly wasn't working. "It would work better if you used that," I pointed out, motioning at the gear things (A/N: Again, I don't know the names for it. I apologize.). He pressed his palms together and bowed slightly in thanks, and pretty soon he had the cuffs' links broken.
And then the door creaked open for a second time, and "Smith" and I jumped behind a crate. A young man of about twenty or so walked in and surveyed the interior of the shop. He looked over at the sleeping drunk. "Right where I left you," he said, smiling slightly. He walked over to the anvil, where "Smith" had carelessly left the hammer out. He frowned. "Not where I left you." He then spied "Smith's" hat, and made to pick it up. "Smith" leaped up and slapped the man's hand with his sword, and then pointed it at him. '*Idiot*!" I thought.
"You seem somewhat familiar. Have I threatened you before?"
"I make a point of avoiding familiarity with pirates."
As seemingly interesting as this was, I really wanted to be on my merry way. I emerged from behind the crate. "Then it would be a shame to put a black mark on your record. So, if you'll excuse me." I said, and made for the door. The man looked a bit shocked at my appearance, but quickly recovered and reached for his own sword. I turned around to look at him.
"Do you think this wise, boy - crossing blades with a pirate?" "Smith" asked, apparently taking the challenge for the fight.
"You threatened Miss Swann," the lad snapped.
"Only a little." And they parried. I had to admit, the boy was quite good, and so was "Smith".
I shouldn't have stayed to watch the whole fight. I went against my better judgment. It was an interesting fight, to be sure. It ended when "Smith" blinded the man with sand and then pointed his pistol at him.
"You cheated!"
"Pirate," "Smith" replied pointedly.
A banging was heard at the door. I glanced at it nervously. "Damn it!" I cursed. The boy shot me a look of surprise that I'd spoken and then turned his gaze back to the pirate threatening him.
"Move away," "Smith" ordered.
"No."
I moved up to stand next to Jack, brandishing my pistol menacingly.
"Please move," I snarled.
"No! I cannot just step aside and let you escape."
"This shot was not meant for you," "Smith" ground out, when all of a sudden: *CRACK!* "Smith" fell onto the floor unconscious. I spun around to see the hung over blacksmith holding a broken alcohol bottle. 'Oh shit,' was all I could think before the door flew open and a swarm of red coats flew in.
A very familiar looking one was leading them. "Excellent work, Mr. Brown . You've assisted in the capture of a dangerous fugitive," he said, looking at the disheveled blacksmith.
"Just doing my civic duty sir," he replied. I couldn't help but grin at the look on the young man's face.
'Norrington!' I realized suddenly. 'That's who he is!'
"Well, I trust you will always remember this as the day that Captain Jack Sparrow almost escaped," said Norrington.
'Captain Jack Sparrow!!' I thought in astonishment. 'That's certainly not how I would've imagined 'im!"
Norrington then seemed to notice me standing there for the first time. He looked at me distastefully. "Obviously another pirate," he said. I tried to look innocent.
"Maybe," I simpered.
"Arrest her!" he ordered, and his little soldiers hastened to hand cuff me.
"Take it easy!" I whined. The redcoats just shot me an annoyed look.
Norrington grabbed my arm, and pushed up the sleeves, revealing my tattoo. "I should have known," he hissed after studying the star shaped tattoo. "Rachel Harris."
I glared at him. "*Captain*" I reminded. "*Captain* Rachel Harris."
He looked a bit peeved at this. "You don't have a ship any more, ergo you are not a captain," he snorted.
"That's where you're wrong mate," I argued, but it fell on deaf ears.
"Take them away," he commanded.
They proceeded to drag Sparrow and I away to the jail. 'This is just *peachy*' I thought bitterly. 'All I wanted was a bloody ship. But *nooooo*. I have to meet an infamous pirate captain, watch him fight a some blacksmith's apprentice, be insulted by that bloody Norrington character, and then get hauled away to a damned prison! Most likely to be hanged tomorrow morning!' I was pissed, and I let everyone know it too. Let's just say I didn't go quietly, and the soldiers ended up with quite a few more bruised shins and egos then before.
TBC
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A/N: Hey everyone! I know this might be a bit cliché...but it'll get better! It's my second attempt at a POTC story. My first one shriveled up and died. *looks guilty* Well, y'all know what to do! Review!! Savvy???
If you like Harry Potter, check out my HP fanfic Another Marauder: Book 1. It's great! haha. Bye!
Until next time, ~TheSiriusSparrow~
