Sorry it's taken me so long to post, and the story is going kinda slow, things have not been going my way lately. The story is going to get going in a couple of chapters, but I've got to get all my character description out of the way and "all my pawns in place" so to speak. I do hope this extra long chapter makes all you beautiful people a little bit happier though!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, no matter how much I want to own PotC it's not going to happen...but hey, I can borrow can't I?
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Chapter 6: The Gilded Storm...
They soon reached the spot where the food was hidden and Will pulled it into the open. Alexandra untangled her arm from Jack's, and gracefully sat down facing the ocean. Liz and Will sat on one side of her, while Jack sat on the other. While the three friends chatted a little Alexandra gazed out at the waves, becoming almost entranced by the late afternoon sun glinting off of them. She was snapped out of her reverie when Jack tried to hand her a small roll of bread and a piece of cheese. Her eyes flashed and glinted in the sun as she came back to herself, and looked at Jack. The sudden flash of color from Alexandra's eyes surprised him. They were not a light brown, as he had first thought, at least not completely. There were traces of grey, emerald green, and upon closer inspection, a rich golden color, that he had mistaken for light brown. The green and gold made her eyes shine in the sun, like some kind of treasure had been melted down to create a cover for the storm that raged behind. "Yes, Mr?" she trailed off.
"Sparrow...Captain Sparrow," he added automatically.
"Captain Jack Sparrow? Of the Black Pearl?" He nodded. "Well, Capitan Sparrow, what is it that you want?" (No, not a typo, that's how it's pronounced) Jack looked confused; Alexandra had to try hard not to laugh. "You were staring quite intently at me, so I thought you had a question."
"Yes, actually. I've never seen eyes your color before. I was wondering just what color eyes ye have."
"Green brown. Or as one of my friends calls it, Breen."
"Ah. Well, breen it is then!"
As he continued his conversation with her, he noticed her voice was like her eyes, smooth as silver, with chords of gold, and inflections that stood out like emeralds. All of these had then been melted together to make a beautiful music, but all of it covering the thunder and crashing of waves that followed the lightning flashing behind her eyes. In fact her entire person seemed to be infused with gold...even her hair had strands of gold, and her skin was tanned a golden brown.
By the time the group was done talking about the ways of the port, they had long finished eating, the sun was setting over the waves, causing the sky to turn orange, red and purple. "I suppose we had best start heading home before it gets too rough out here," Will commented. Alexandra raised an elegant eyebrow at this, but said nothing and turned to help pack what was left of the food.
As they walked in the gathering dusk Alexandra watched the crowd of people going home for the evening swirl and move, ebb and tide...like the ocean; nothing staying the same for long. From time to time she would glance at a shop out of the corner of her eye, and more often than not a pub would meet her gaze. A pub, a bar, a tavern, an inn, a bookstore. 'Bookstore?' she thought, actually bothering to turn her head to look at it properly. She hadn't been in a bookstore since she was a nina in Spain! 'No, wait, correction' she thought 'I haven't been into a proper bookstore since then.' The library at the school just didn't count.
"Like to read luv?"
She stopped and looked at Jack.
"What? Why would you think that, Mr. Sparrow?" He too had stopped walking, and now fixed his intent gaze on her. His trademark grin noticeably absent from his face, shown clearly in his eyes. She wondered if he was mocking her. "For your information, Cap-i-tan Sparrow," he flinched inwardly at her suddenly cold tone, and how she was able to make his title sound like an insult, "I do like to read, but it is really none of your business whether I do, or do not. Is that clear?" He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes, making him look rather threatening.
"Perfectly." He growled back at her and walked off.
"Estupido hombre.(stupid man)" She huffed, and followed after him, not wanting to be lost...yet.
Will and Liz had gotten to the house before him, as they had expected. Liz was in the dining room setting the table, and Will was tending to the fire when Jack stormed up the front walk and entered the house, not bothering to knock. The Turners watched from their respective places as he walked moodily through, muttering to himself about "bloody women", and went to the guestroom he was staying in. Will and Liz simply looked at each other and waited for the second wave of the storm to come bursting into their home.
Jack lay on the bed, right arm thrown over his forehead. Why did women have to be so...so...INFURIATING!? He racked his brain for something, anything, that he could have done to make her lash out at him like she had. Nothing. He couldn't think of a single thing he had done to elicit such a reaction from her. He hadn't goaded her, he hadn't made fun, he hadn't been suggestive. No, there was no excuse for her reaction. Jack could hear Liz show Alexandra to her room and walk away, then everything was quiet again. He shut his eyes and counted down from ten to try and calm his steadily rising anger. Finally he felt he had calmed himself sufficiently, got up, and left the room.
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Okay now everyone, don't forget to kiss and tell. I mean, jump and jive. I mean, read and review...yeah, that's the one!
Jack: That's the one! Review! Re-view!!!
(from somewhere in the background) Damn to the depths whatever idiot thought up Review!
Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, no matter how much I want to own PotC it's not going to happen...but hey, I can borrow can't I?
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Chapter 6: The Gilded Storm...
They soon reached the spot where the food was hidden and Will pulled it into the open. Alexandra untangled her arm from Jack's, and gracefully sat down facing the ocean. Liz and Will sat on one side of her, while Jack sat on the other. While the three friends chatted a little Alexandra gazed out at the waves, becoming almost entranced by the late afternoon sun glinting off of them. She was snapped out of her reverie when Jack tried to hand her a small roll of bread and a piece of cheese. Her eyes flashed and glinted in the sun as she came back to herself, and looked at Jack. The sudden flash of color from Alexandra's eyes surprised him. They were not a light brown, as he had first thought, at least not completely. There were traces of grey, emerald green, and upon closer inspection, a rich golden color, that he had mistaken for light brown. The green and gold made her eyes shine in the sun, like some kind of treasure had been melted down to create a cover for the storm that raged behind. "Yes, Mr?" she trailed off.
"Sparrow...Captain Sparrow," he added automatically.
"Captain Jack Sparrow? Of the Black Pearl?" He nodded. "Well, Capitan Sparrow, what is it that you want?" (No, not a typo, that's how it's pronounced) Jack looked confused; Alexandra had to try hard not to laugh. "You were staring quite intently at me, so I thought you had a question."
"Yes, actually. I've never seen eyes your color before. I was wondering just what color eyes ye have."
"Green brown. Or as one of my friends calls it, Breen."
"Ah. Well, breen it is then!"
As he continued his conversation with her, he noticed her voice was like her eyes, smooth as silver, with chords of gold, and inflections that stood out like emeralds. All of these had then been melted together to make a beautiful music, but all of it covering the thunder and crashing of waves that followed the lightning flashing behind her eyes. In fact her entire person seemed to be infused with gold...even her hair had strands of gold, and her skin was tanned a golden brown.
By the time the group was done talking about the ways of the port, they had long finished eating, the sun was setting over the waves, causing the sky to turn orange, red and purple. "I suppose we had best start heading home before it gets too rough out here," Will commented. Alexandra raised an elegant eyebrow at this, but said nothing and turned to help pack what was left of the food.
As they walked in the gathering dusk Alexandra watched the crowd of people going home for the evening swirl and move, ebb and tide...like the ocean; nothing staying the same for long. From time to time she would glance at a shop out of the corner of her eye, and more often than not a pub would meet her gaze. A pub, a bar, a tavern, an inn, a bookstore. 'Bookstore?' she thought, actually bothering to turn her head to look at it properly. She hadn't been in a bookstore since she was a nina in Spain! 'No, wait, correction' she thought 'I haven't been into a proper bookstore since then.' The library at the school just didn't count.
"Like to read luv?"
She stopped and looked at Jack.
"What? Why would you think that, Mr. Sparrow?" He too had stopped walking, and now fixed his intent gaze on her. His trademark grin noticeably absent from his face, shown clearly in his eyes. She wondered if he was mocking her. "For your information, Cap-i-tan Sparrow," he flinched inwardly at her suddenly cold tone, and how she was able to make his title sound like an insult, "I do like to read, but it is really none of your business whether I do, or do not. Is that clear?" He furrowed his brow and narrowed his eyes, making him look rather threatening.
"Perfectly." He growled back at her and walked off.
"Estupido hombre.(stupid man)" She huffed, and followed after him, not wanting to be lost...yet.
Will and Liz had gotten to the house before him, as they had expected. Liz was in the dining room setting the table, and Will was tending to the fire when Jack stormed up the front walk and entered the house, not bothering to knock. The Turners watched from their respective places as he walked moodily through, muttering to himself about "bloody women", and went to the guestroom he was staying in. Will and Liz simply looked at each other and waited for the second wave of the storm to come bursting into their home.
Jack lay on the bed, right arm thrown over his forehead. Why did women have to be so...so...INFURIATING!? He racked his brain for something, anything, that he could have done to make her lash out at him like she had. Nothing. He couldn't think of a single thing he had done to elicit such a reaction from her. He hadn't goaded her, he hadn't made fun, he hadn't been suggestive. No, there was no excuse for her reaction. Jack could hear Liz show Alexandra to her room and walk away, then everything was quiet again. He shut his eyes and counted down from ten to try and calm his steadily rising anger. Finally he felt he had calmed himself sufficiently, got up, and left the room.
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Okay now everyone, don't forget to kiss and tell. I mean, jump and jive. I mean, read and review...yeah, that's the one!
Jack: That's the one! Review! Re-view!!!
(from somewhere in the background) Damn to the depths whatever idiot thought up Review!