The Sparrow and the Rose
By Latanya
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Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own anything to do with Pirates of the Caribbean though I'm almost certain that Captain Jack Sparrow has a strong hold on my poor soul now… he won't let me have a moment's rest.
Chapter Four: Dresses and Threats.
Later on in the afternoon during their third day at Tortuga, Morgance deiced to make a trip to a dressmaker to have more clothes made. She went there in the company of Tara, a French woman named Jacqueline who had joined the crew on their last trip to Europe; and Marie, a young woman who Morgance had rescued from an unwanted marriage to a man by the name of Andre DePierre. They left behind Hannah, the fifth woman who was a member of Wave Dancer's crew. She had chosen to stay behind because she was busy working on repairs to one of the smaller sails… at least, that is what she told everyone.
It took the four women a while to find a dressmaker but when they did, Jacqueline became the one that the others turned to for advice. Looking around, Morgance's eyes fell upon an elegant red dress that was embroidered with roses along the hems and the neckline. She smiled, picking it up and holding it to her in order to see if it would fit. Marie joined her, a look of wonder on her young face.
"Morgan, you'd look lovely in that dress! Like a real lady…. You should see if you could try it on." She fingered one of the sleeves thoughtfully.
Seeking out the dressmaker, Morgance obtained her permission to try on the dress. However, the dressmaker insisted that she wear a corset otherwise the dress wouldn't sit right. Marie helped her, lacing the corset tightly though not so tight as the pirate captain was in pain. When the dress was finally on her, Morgance was beginning to wonder if it was worth the trouble… up until the point that the dressmaker showed her to a mirror where she could see her reflection.
"It's beautiful Morgan." Jacqueline had followed Marie over to their captain. "I bet Angus and the rest of the crew wouldn't believe their eyes if they saw ye. Ye should buy it for ye self."
Morgance stared at her reflection in the mirror before turning to Jacqueline and Marie with a faint smile on her face. "Do ye all really think I should get it? I mean, the dress is lovely and all but I don't wear them often."
"I'm sure you could find reasons to wear it Morgan." The younger woman smiled at Jacqueline as she spoke.
At their insistence, Morgance walked to the front of the shop to show Tara. The pirate woman rolled her eyes at the sight of her captain in a dress but she had an idea come to her. "Why don't we each buy ourselves a nice dress and we can shock the crew."
"I'll admit that your idea strikes me as being one that would give us all something to laugh about but what would they think if they did see us in dresses? We're meant to be unfeminine women seeing how we're pirates." Marie glanced out the window before gasping.
They'd all met Captain Jack Sparrow when he'd come to speak to Morgance a second time. When she looked out of the window, Marie had noticed him walking towards the shop. She pushed Morgance behind a rack of clothes before pulling Jacqueline to stand in the window so that he wouldn't see the captain.
Jack stopped still and turned towards the dress shop. He was sure he'd seen Morgan Rose standing there but when he looked again, the only women he could see were… very familiar. They were two of the women from the Wave Dancer and if he remembered them correctly, their names were Marie and Jacqueline. Grinning, he entered the shop with the intention of finding out more information, if he could, about Morgance.
"No." Tara launched herself out in front of him to give Marie time to hide their captain. "Ye can't go over there."
"Why not? I can look around a dressmaker's shop if I want to." Jack looked over her should and he could have sworn he saw Morgance again.
She cringed, "Ye can't because Marie is trying on a dress."
"Really? That gives me even more of an incentive to go over there. A woman in very little clothes."
He pushed past her and stalked towards where he'd last seen Marie and Jacqueline. Tara ran after him, shouting at him to stop. Marie pushed Morgance between two clothing racks and bolted off to try and lead Jack away from her while she changed. He wasn't fooled and stood at the end of the rack, staring at the famous pirate queen with an amused smile on his face.
"Well, well, well, what 'ave I here?" His eyes traveled over her shapely figure, which was encased in the red dress.
"Jack Sparrow, yer going to die if ye breathe a single word about this. I'll make it slow and painful." She pushed him out of her way and stormed after Marie, shouting for her to help her out of the dress.
Following, Jack was having trouble staying up right he was laughing so much. "Captain Morgan Rose in a pretty red dress. Gibbs would never believe me if I told him."
Morgance snapped at him, "Ye'll not be telling anyone on pain of death Jack Sparrow."
Tara and Jacqueline managed to take him away from her while Maria and the dressmaker got her changed back into her normal clothes. Putting the dress and corset with the ones chosen by the other three women, the dressmaker watched along with the other women in surprise as Morgance walked over to Jack and kissed him passionately, her hand grabbing his 'crown jewels' at the same time. Jack's face twisted in pain and he groaned.
"Like I said Sparrow, on pain of death and I know how to make yer death very, very painful." Morgance whispered, pulled away from him.
His eyes were filled with anger and he grabbed her arm as she went to the counter, "Ye'll pay for that Morgan Rose."
Before she could reply, he had kissed her neck, grazing his teeth over her skin to leave a bruise and sending a shiver coursing through her body. Growling, Morgance slapped him.
"I don't think I deserved that." He rolled his eyes, hoping that she wouldn't hit him again.
"Oh ye deserved it alright Sparrow." She hissed, her normally calm eyes flashing angrily. "I should kill ye now and get it over with."
"If ye hadn't started this argument lass, I wouldn't 'ave done anything. Ye 'ave no one but ye self to blame." Jack shrugged.
If Morgance had been a cat, her back would have been arched and her claws would have been out and ready to attack. "You bit me! I only touched your precious manhood gently. Nothing that merited being bitten!"
"Gently touched! Ye lie about that. I know now what it's like to 'ave the threat of 'aving one's parts removed. Sorry luv but I get pleasure from women to much to let ye turn me into a eunuch." His voice was low and he sounded as angry as Morgance did.
She paused, staring at him with wide eyes while she thought for a moment. "Typical male, thinking only of he can do with his manhood when a female is involved. You sicken me Jack Sparrow and I'm going to take great delight in destroying you."
Jack laughed, remembering the taste of her lips on his. "Sicken ye? From what I could tell before, I do more than sicken ye."
Her hand lashed out and she slapped him again. "Jacqueline, can you please pay for those clothes and then we'd best be heading back to the Wave Dancer."
The three women could tell that she was furious from the way she spoke. Her voice was cold and her accent showed itself in her words. Everything she said came out as being carefully calculated for effect. Jack watched her warily, waiting for her to slap him again. When she simply left with the other women, he relaxed and leant against a rack of clothes.
"Holy Mary, that woman is incredible. She has no fear nor does she back down from a challenge." He murmured to himself while remaining totally and blissfully unaware that the dressmaker was regarding him thoughtfully as he stood there.
By the time they had reached the Wave Dancer, Tara and Marie had managed to calm Morgance down significantly. It was a good thing too because if they hadn't, any man who'd looked twice at her would have found himself in dire trouble. Angus took one look at the anger still in her eyes and bolted off in a different direction. However, Xavier wasn't as luck and he was sent off yelping when Morgance launched an attack on him over something he'd done.
Hannah calmly observed it all and chuckled. Pulling Marie to one side, she asked her a question. "What happened to put our dear captain in such a fine mood? I've not seen Angus or Xavier run that fast… ever."
She shook her head and replied, "The infamous Captain Jack Sparrow chanced upon us in the dress shop and saw our sweet lady in a dress. He was making jokes and she ended up playing with him, and I mean playing as in she had her hand firmly clasped around him to cause pain. He bit her, hence the bruise on her neck and she slapped him a few times. Words were exchanged and now we're back here. You should be glad you didn't come with us."
Laughing even more, Hannah clapped a hand over her mouth to try and muffle the sound. "I guess I don't want to be stirring her wrath then today. Did you at least buy the dress that caused so much trouble?"
"Certainly. But I have to admit that seeing Morgan Rose in a corset wearing a dress was a sight to treasure for the rest of my days. I don't think I'll ever see that sight again… well, not like that anyway." Marie grinned, seeing the humor in the situation.
"Perhaps we should get the good Captain Sparrow and lock him in a room with the charming Captain Rose? They could at least learn the differences between males and females." The blond pirate woman said to her friend, watching Morgance warily.
"Sounds like fun to me. Say, do you want to find a nice tavern tonight and we can drink ourselves blind without Jacqueline standing over us lecturing us on how a woman should behave?"
Hannah nodded happily and grinned at Marie, "Perhaps we might find the good Captain Sparrow and distract him from thoughts of She Who Is Unattainable."
They laughed and Morgance shot them a look from the helm where she was "speaking" to Angus in a very loud voice about the stupidity and arrogance of men. He looked around, searching for an escape but none was available and most of the crew had backed away as to avoid her anger. No one ever wanted to deal with Morgance Rosewyn when she was angry and with good reason to. Having been brought up as a Lady, she knew exactly how to punish them with words and Angus was one of the few who could stand up and take her talking like a brave man.
Not even the other women were willing to stay around for long and Marie, Hannah and Tara had soon disappeared off the ship and headed towards the town. They intended to fine a peaceful tavern where they could wait out her fury and avoid any of it being directed their way.
Walking into the tavern, Hannah was the first to notice Jack Sparrow seated at a table with Gibbs and Anamaria. They were obviously deep in thought and since she was the only one he hadn't met, she smiled at her friends and walked over. He looked up at her curiously and Hannah dumped herself in his lap, putting an arm around his neck.
"Ye are going to buy me a drink aren't ye Captain?" She purred, putting her lips near his ear.
Anamaria looked over to where Marie and Tara stood giggling and rose. "Capt'n, I just spotted some friends I 'ave to talk to." She excused herself and walked over to the two women from the Wave Dancer. "I take it ye are from the Wave Dancer? As is that woman in Jack's lap."
They nodded and the three women turned to watch Hannah teasing Jack in a way that was totally her own. She wasn't a whore and she never would be but Hannah knew exactly how to convince a man to do what she wanted him to. Jack had noticed Marie and Tara with Anamaria and from the way they were watching him, he came to the conclusion that this woman was one of their friends as well.
"Ye know luv, I can think of just the place for us to finish this little conversation." He smiled suggestively at her.
"Really?" Hannah raised her eyebrows thoughtfully. "Do tell me where this place is magnificent Captain."
"Yer cabin back aboard the Wave Dancer would be a good place. I'm sure Captain Morgan Rose would love to know where ye 'ave been."
She stared at him with an open mouth for a moment before shaking her head, "How'd you know I was from the Wave Dancer?"
"Firstly, yer Irish accent gave ye away as not being from around here and secondly, yer friends, Marie and Tara are watching us in the company of one of me crew."
Looking over at them, Hannah shrugged. "They're a bit obvious, I'll give them that but does it really matter what ship I'm from?"
"I met most of the crew of the Wave Dancer yesterday and there was only one woman missing so I'll figure ye to be the lovely Hannah McCorry from County Kerry. And yes, it does matter what ship yer from because I'm already in deep enough trouble with ye captain and I don't want to be in any deeper. Which I would be if she found out ye'd placed ye self in my lap and pretty much asked for a good fun game." Jack picked her up out of his lap and stood her up.
Anamaria laughed, "I think the Capt'n figured us out. Pity."
Agreeing with her, Maria had to admit that the older woman was an interesting person to know. "Do you mind awfully if the three of us came back to the Black Pearl with you? I mean, your captain was the one who put our captain in such a wonderful mood and none of us dare go back there at the moment for fear of loosing our heads. Morgan does more than bark when she's as angry as she is."
"Hannah and Marie figured that we should lock Jack Sparrow in a room with Morgan so they can get over their differences and learn about the differences between men and women." Tara added, giggling at the thought. "You could do that to Xavier and me any day."
Staring at them, Anamaria's lips turned up in a wicked grin, "Ye know, that's an awfully good idea. If the two of them are going to be fighting over the Caribbean, the least they could do is contend with desire for each other as well."
Jack walked over to them with Hannah in tow, "What are the three of ye planning? Whatever it is, the answer be no."
They exchanged looks and burst out laughing. Bewildered, Hannah shook her head and ordered herself a mug of rum while Jack tried to find out what was so funny to them.
"Nothing Jack, it just be that ye are so adorable when yer aroused." Anamaria grinned at Hannah. "Were ye hoping she'd get ye onto the Wave Dancer so ye can see the lovely Captain Morgan Rose?"
"Hardly want to go near that woman ever again. She's not shy about dealing a man pain." He cringed, his hands unconsciously covering his parts.
"This should be interesting." Marie murmured to Tara. "Very interesting."
"I know Marie, I know." She replied.