Title: Gypsy Revenge
Summary: Jack stumbles across a small band of rogue gypsy women, but has no idea that one of them is looking for *him*, with one thing on her mind – revenge.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Pirates of the Caribbean, the actors, or any of the merchandise. I've never even been on the ride! C'mon, do ya think I would have let them get through the whole movie without Jack takin' his shirt off? Seriously people!
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Chapter 2: Family Matters
The Pearl wasn't something easy to hide. Especially not when you wanted to make a quiet entrance. In the end, Jack decided to leave the Pearl as far around the corner as possible, and row/swim to Port Royal. The rest of the crew were free to do what they wanted, so long as Anamaria stayed onboard. No one knew why she'd jumped ship at Tortuga, and she wasn't about to tell.
Gibbs stayed onboard – as first mate, he felt it was his duty to do so. He walked past the door of Jack's cabin, pausing to hear if Anamaria was still inside. Hearing muffled thumps, and a half-cursed, "You'll pay for this, Jack"; he grinned to himself – she was still in there, and still tied to the chair.
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"Twenty shillings... you made the Commodore's sword, didn't you?" asked the stuffy man standing in the doorway to the Smithery. Will nodded absently – ever since he'd taken over the shop from Brown, people had seemed to come out of the woodwork looking for the maker of the Commodore's sword, and for the guy who'd sailed with Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl... well, that was the way the story went.
"I will pay twenty shillings for a replica of Jack Sparrow's sword," announced the noble with an air of finality. Before Will could reply, though, another voice cut in. "That's *Captain* Jack Sparrow to you, sir. An' unless ye want to see the sword up close an' slightly more personal, I'd be gone."
The man paled several shades, and left the smithery without turning to look at the pirate behind him. Will looked up, and let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Jack – you wouldn't believe how many idiots want a copy of your sword, or the Commodore's sword...." Jack laughed, "Aye, I can imagine. That's not what I want to talk t' ye about, though..."
Will let his hand come to rest on his sword, a subtle hint to Jack, which wasn't overlooked. Jack continued, "I know you're all shacked up, an' tied down, but I know ye hear about the goin's on around town, am I right?" Will nodded, still suspicious of his old friend's intentions. "Aye, I hear a fair bit about what goes on... what d'ye want t' know?"
Jack grinned, "Have ye heard about any gypsies in the whereabouts?" Will laughed, "That's all ye want? To know if there's any *gypsies*? Are ye daft, Jack?" Jack looked insulted. "What d'ye take me for, Will? There's a group o' them headin' this way, an' one of them 'as my money." Will nodded, "Aye, figured it'd have somethin' t' do with you bein' set back a dime. I'll let ye know when they get 'ere – where's the Pearl?"
Jack held a hand up,and shook his finger at Will as though he were scolding a child. "Now, I can't be tellin' ye that – the whole Navy's out lookin' for me, and how would you feel if they overheard an' then caught everyone on board?" Will laughed at Jack's expression, an exaggerated look of sincerity. "Aye, Jack, I won't ask ye then. But th' least ye could do is t' go an' see Elizabeth... tell *her* what ye want me to do, and then let me know, aye?"
Jack didn't like the sounds of that, and he turned and stalked from the room in his usual manner, leaving Will to deal with the countless amount of order's for replicas of the pirate's sword.
Instead of going to find Elizabeth, which Jack knew to be a bad idea, he headed past the dock towards the main tavern. Mulroy and Murtog were once again keeping the dock off limits to civilians, and they each raised a hand of greeting when Jack sauntered past, oblivious to the fact that they were meant to be looking for the pirate.
The tavern, even though it was early in the afternoon, was crowded, and it wasn't hard for Jack to blend in. "What'll it be, guv?" asked the slightly plump lady behind the counter. "Rum," answered Jack easily, taking a seat near a wooden beam that gave him a clear view of the floor.
The doors opened, and a woman wearing a dark hood and cloak walked in, almost completely unnoticed. When she looked up, Jack realised that she was the blonde who'd been dancing in Tortuga. The black of her clothes blended against the dark colours of her cloak, making it seem as though she were wearing one complete outfit, instead of the revealing dance outfit covered by a hood.
Taking a swig of his drink, he watched as the girl approached the bar, asked the 'lovely lady' of a barmaid something, and was rewarded with a nod towards the back storeroom. Twenty minutes later, another gypsy walked through the door, the other dancer, and did the same thing. "Interesting," thought Jack to himself as he turned away momentarily. As his back was turned though, the girl who'd kicked him in the knee cap walked in, bypassed the woman at the bar altogether, and headed for the back storeroom. It was what they always did.
Jack turned around to see the last two girls walk in, and sighed. He'd expected the thief to be early, but obviously, he was wrong. Oh well, he could wait, he decided. He could wait all week until the girl showed up....
He waited. The performance was that night, and he watched, entranced like the rest of the men, as the two dancers put on their show. One or two of the locals accompanied them with instruments of some kind, adding a tribal beat to the rhythmic movements of the gypsies.
He sensed, rather than felt, the leather bag being removed from his belt, and he turned only to find himself eye to eye with a familiar face. "You," he said, under his breath. "I thought lightening never struck the same place twice." The gypsy paled a shade, and looked behind her. Obviously, she hadn't realised he was the same pirate she'd robber the week before.
Before the girl had a chance to kick him like last time, Jack grabbed her around the waist and carried her from the room. From the corner of his eye, he could see the other four watching them closely, but remembered enough of the gypsy code to know that they wouldn't come after them until they were finished. In some ways, gypsies were worse than pirates.
Jack walked along the street, the gypsy over his shoulder, until he reached an alley near the dock. "Put me down," the girl protested, and Jack complied, dropping her ungracefully in a heap at his feet. "Who are you? And why do you keep robbing me?" Jack asked, looking down at her. She glared up at him, refusing to say a word, until Jack drew his sword and held it at her neck.
She stood slowly, her eyes flicking towards the sword every so often. When she was standing, Jack realised how tiny she actually was, barely reaching his shoulders in height. "My name..." she began, but Jack cut her off. "Real name – I'm gypsy, I know the laws." Her eyes flickered in anger, and she began again, "Romani. My name is Romani. And if you know the laws so well, reply the correct way."
Jack laughed, "Women are the leaders still, and you know your laws well – rogue. I have to answer to no woman who has been outcast – but in your case, I will. Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service, ma'am. And if you'd be so kind as to return my money...."
He stopped speaking when he saw the look upon the girl's face. Romani took a breath, grabbed the sword, ignoring the pain as it cut into her hands, and flipped it she was holding it at Jack's neck, instead of the other way round. "I'm bound to kill you, for the murder of my mother."
Jack looked at the girl closer, and suddenly remembered where he'd seen her before, who she really was.... "And so you should... sister."
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A/N: I'm leaving it at a bit of a cliffhanger, I'm sorry. I'm not going to be able to have access to a computer much over the next few weeks, maybe even months, but I will try to update ASAP. This is a pre-warning, and I am really sorry.
Summary: Jack stumbles across a small band of rogue gypsy women, but has no idea that one of them is looking for *him*, with one thing on her mind – revenge.
Disclaimer: I own no part of Pirates of the Caribbean, the actors, or any of the merchandise. I've never even been on the ride! C'mon, do ya think I would have let them get through the whole movie without Jack takin' his shirt off? Seriously people!
~*~*~
Chapter 2: Family Matters
The Pearl wasn't something easy to hide. Especially not when you wanted to make a quiet entrance. In the end, Jack decided to leave the Pearl as far around the corner as possible, and row/swim to Port Royal. The rest of the crew were free to do what they wanted, so long as Anamaria stayed onboard. No one knew why she'd jumped ship at Tortuga, and she wasn't about to tell.
Gibbs stayed onboard – as first mate, he felt it was his duty to do so. He walked past the door of Jack's cabin, pausing to hear if Anamaria was still inside. Hearing muffled thumps, and a half-cursed, "You'll pay for this, Jack"; he grinned to himself – she was still in there, and still tied to the chair.
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"Twenty shillings... you made the Commodore's sword, didn't you?" asked the stuffy man standing in the doorway to the Smithery. Will nodded absently – ever since he'd taken over the shop from Brown, people had seemed to come out of the woodwork looking for the maker of the Commodore's sword, and for the guy who'd sailed with Jack Sparrow and the Black Pearl... well, that was the way the story went.
"I will pay twenty shillings for a replica of Jack Sparrow's sword," announced the noble with an air of finality. Before Will could reply, though, another voice cut in. "That's *Captain* Jack Sparrow to you, sir. An' unless ye want to see the sword up close an' slightly more personal, I'd be gone."
The man paled several shades, and left the smithery without turning to look at the pirate behind him. Will looked up, and let out a sigh of relief. "Thanks, Jack – you wouldn't believe how many idiots want a copy of your sword, or the Commodore's sword...." Jack laughed, "Aye, I can imagine. That's not what I want to talk t' ye about, though..."
Will let his hand come to rest on his sword, a subtle hint to Jack, which wasn't overlooked. Jack continued, "I know you're all shacked up, an' tied down, but I know ye hear about the goin's on around town, am I right?" Will nodded, still suspicious of his old friend's intentions. "Aye, I hear a fair bit about what goes on... what d'ye want t' know?"
Jack grinned, "Have ye heard about any gypsies in the whereabouts?" Will laughed, "That's all ye want? To know if there's any *gypsies*? Are ye daft, Jack?" Jack looked insulted. "What d'ye take me for, Will? There's a group o' them headin' this way, an' one of them 'as my money." Will nodded, "Aye, figured it'd have somethin' t' do with you bein' set back a dime. I'll let ye know when they get 'ere – where's the Pearl?"
Jack held a hand up,and shook his finger at Will as though he were scolding a child. "Now, I can't be tellin' ye that – the whole Navy's out lookin' for me, and how would you feel if they overheard an' then caught everyone on board?" Will laughed at Jack's expression, an exaggerated look of sincerity. "Aye, Jack, I won't ask ye then. But th' least ye could do is t' go an' see Elizabeth... tell *her* what ye want me to do, and then let me know, aye?"
Jack didn't like the sounds of that, and he turned and stalked from the room in his usual manner, leaving Will to deal with the countless amount of order's for replicas of the pirate's sword.
Instead of going to find Elizabeth, which Jack knew to be a bad idea, he headed past the dock towards the main tavern. Mulroy and Murtog were once again keeping the dock off limits to civilians, and they each raised a hand of greeting when Jack sauntered past, oblivious to the fact that they were meant to be looking for the pirate.
The tavern, even though it was early in the afternoon, was crowded, and it wasn't hard for Jack to blend in. "What'll it be, guv?" asked the slightly plump lady behind the counter. "Rum," answered Jack easily, taking a seat near a wooden beam that gave him a clear view of the floor.
The doors opened, and a woman wearing a dark hood and cloak walked in, almost completely unnoticed. When she looked up, Jack realised that she was the blonde who'd been dancing in Tortuga. The black of her clothes blended against the dark colours of her cloak, making it seem as though she were wearing one complete outfit, instead of the revealing dance outfit covered by a hood.
Taking a swig of his drink, he watched as the girl approached the bar, asked the 'lovely lady' of a barmaid something, and was rewarded with a nod towards the back storeroom. Twenty minutes later, another gypsy walked through the door, the other dancer, and did the same thing. "Interesting," thought Jack to himself as he turned away momentarily. As his back was turned though, the girl who'd kicked him in the knee cap walked in, bypassed the woman at the bar altogether, and headed for the back storeroom. It was what they always did.
Jack turned around to see the last two girls walk in, and sighed. He'd expected the thief to be early, but obviously, he was wrong. Oh well, he could wait, he decided. He could wait all week until the girl showed up....
He waited. The performance was that night, and he watched, entranced like the rest of the men, as the two dancers put on their show. One or two of the locals accompanied them with instruments of some kind, adding a tribal beat to the rhythmic movements of the gypsies.
He sensed, rather than felt, the leather bag being removed from his belt, and he turned only to find himself eye to eye with a familiar face. "You," he said, under his breath. "I thought lightening never struck the same place twice." The gypsy paled a shade, and looked behind her. Obviously, she hadn't realised he was the same pirate she'd robber the week before.
Before the girl had a chance to kick him like last time, Jack grabbed her around the waist and carried her from the room. From the corner of his eye, he could see the other four watching them closely, but remembered enough of the gypsy code to know that they wouldn't come after them until they were finished. In some ways, gypsies were worse than pirates.
Jack walked along the street, the gypsy over his shoulder, until he reached an alley near the dock. "Put me down," the girl protested, and Jack complied, dropping her ungracefully in a heap at his feet. "Who are you? And why do you keep robbing me?" Jack asked, looking down at her. She glared up at him, refusing to say a word, until Jack drew his sword and held it at her neck.
She stood slowly, her eyes flicking towards the sword every so often. When she was standing, Jack realised how tiny she actually was, barely reaching his shoulders in height. "My name..." she began, but Jack cut her off. "Real name – I'm gypsy, I know the laws." Her eyes flickered in anger, and she began again, "Romani. My name is Romani. And if you know the laws so well, reply the correct way."
Jack laughed, "Women are the leaders still, and you know your laws well – rogue. I have to answer to no woman who has been outcast – but in your case, I will. Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service, ma'am. And if you'd be so kind as to return my money...."
He stopped speaking when he saw the look upon the girl's face. Romani took a breath, grabbed the sword, ignoring the pain as it cut into her hands, and flipped it she was holding it at Jack's neck, instead of the other way round. "I'm bound to kill you, for the murder of my mother."
Jack looked at the girl closer, and suddenly remembered where he'd seen her before, who she really was.... "And so you should... sister."
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A/N: I'm leaving it at a bit of a cliffhanger, I'm sorry. I'm not going to be able to have access to a computer much over the next few weeks, maybe even months, but I will try to update ASAP. This is a pre-warning, and I am really sorry.
