PotC- Mistress of the Sea- Chapter two- The ship
All right, here's the second chapter. R&R!
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Disney characters (humph!) but I do own Colette, and any other characters that I make up.
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She had been sailing almost a week now, with barely any clean water, and fish being the only food. Colette had no idea where she was going, just knowing that she wanted to get away from that awful London street. The moon was full and the stars seemed particularly bright tonight. Colette lay down in the bottom of her vessel, staring up at the sky. Within no time the gentle rocking and swaying of the boat lulled her to sleep.
Later that night, she was woken up by a smash into the side of the boat that almost made it tip over. Colette sat bolt upright, wondering what was happening. Suddenly another crash struck the boat. Colette looked up, and for the first time, noticed a giant ship looming above her. She tried to scream, to somehow get the notice of the other ship, but before she could, the ship ploughed through her own little boat, ripping it to shreds and flinging Colette out into the open sea. She uttered a weak shriek before her world faded into darkness.
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"Man over board! Man overboard!" the cry rang through the ship, calling to attention the entire crew. They all ran over to the sound, peering over the railings of the boat at the human figure floating in the water below.
"Well don't just stand there," a voice called, "Do something!"
Captain Jack Sparrow was all ready diving over the side, in one of his classic, perfect swan dives. He plunged into the murky waters, and came up inches away from the figure. He gasped and cried up to the crew, "It's a girl!" Before any of the crew shouted down their response, he called back up, "Give me a line!"
The crew obeyed and threw him down a rope. Jack grabbed on, holding onto the line and the girl until they were safely on the deck. Once on deck, Jack turned the girl over, searching for any wounds or abrasions. When he didn't find any, he called out to his crew, "She's all right. Gibbs, bring her to my cabin. I'll be there soon."
Gibbs walked over, hoisting the girl up in his strong arms. He soon disappeared beneath the deck, walking towards the captain's cabin.
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Jack hovered over the bed, staring at the girl on it. She looked about eighteen, slender, but muscular and strong. Her brown hair fell all the way down to her waist, long and unbound. Jack pried open her eyelids, and found himself staring at emerald green eyes.
Her chest rose and fell softly to the rhythm of her breathing. The dress that she wore was loose, still a little damp from being in the sea. It was just a brown cotton dress, like a commoner's. However, unlike a commoner's, most specifically a girl commoner, she had a belt with a dagger on it. The dagger was long and sharp looking, with an ancient looking design on it.
Jack was still staring at the girl when she suddenly coughed violently and started moving. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin, surprised. He bent over the girl, who had by now calmed down a little bit. "Ye're awake."
Coughing and spluttering, the girl sat upright, "Glad you noticed," she said sarcastically.
Jack hesitated, exactly what was one supposed to do in this type of situation? "Umm, are ye okay?" he asked.
"What do you think?" the girl said, "Anyways, who are you exactly?"
"I," the man in front of her continued, "am Captain Jack Sparrow, captain o' the Black Pearl, which ye are currently on."
"Oh, are you the man that destroyed my boat, and nearly killed me then?"
"Well, yes, I guess. But, well..." Jack was trying to think of what to say, "I'm very sorry about that. Anyways, who are [ye]?" Jack was completely blown away, never had anyone, let alone a girl, and tied his tongue like that. He kind of liked it he realized.
With a final cough, the girl replied, "Colette Marie Turner, now if you'd please inform me, just what happened?"
"Did ye say that ye're last name was [Turner]?"
"Yes, are you deaf or something?"
Jack was even more confused now, "Do ye happen to know anyone by the name o' William Turner?"
"Yes, second cousin of mine I think. Now, will you please tell me [why] exactly you're so interested with my last name. And how do you know Will?" Colette was slightly annoyed. After all, she had just woken up on a random ship somewhere in the Atlantic. Now a strange captain was drilling her for answers. You'd probably be a little annoyed too.
"Long story. Anyways, I thought ye wanted to know what [ye're] doing."
"Yes, I do."
"Well, let me have the honor of informing ye. Ye're aboard the pirate ship The Black Pearl, with yours truly, [Captain] Jack Sparrow."
"Yes, I know that already. I mean, where in the [world] am I?" Colette was (a) very close to screaming at this man in front of her, and (b) just realizing the how many aches she had, all over her body. "You know, if you have any brandy on board, or even some ice, I would really appreciate it."
Jack, thankful to get away from this confusing, tongue-tying girl, jumped up and went to fetch her these things.
When he was on the deck, Gibbs came up to him. "So, how is she?" he asked.
"Interesting. I [think] she just sent me to go get her ice." Jack walked past.
"Amazing," Gibbs said to another crewman, "I think our little visitor has done something to the Captain."
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When he returned, Colette was sitting up in her bed, or rather, Jack's bed, stretching herself out and trying to ignore the shooting pain up and down her body.
"Here's your ice," he said, "I brought you the brandy too. You wouldn't mind if I had a little sip too?"
"No, go ahead," Colette winced as she stretched a particularly sore part of her back.
"Let me help you. I [do] know a thing or two about sore muscles. Lord knows I've pulled me back too many times to count. All right love?"
"Fine." Colette was absolutely [too] tired to care who went near her. However, she realized as he came closer, that maybe she wasn't as enthusiastic to be around men anymore.
When Colette flinched at his touch, Jack asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Colette said, deciding that if she were on a boat full of pirates, [male] pirates, she would have to get over her petty little fears.
Jack did indeed know his muscles; within minutes Colette was feeling better. Jack sat behind her, kneading the muscles, finding all the tender spots with an amazing accuracy. Jack didn't exactly care that he was doing this; he was in fact sitting behind a gorgeous girl who he had rescued from the sea. (He had conveniently forgotten [why] he had to rescue her.) Her long dark hair swirled around his hands. Colette reached a hand up, sweeping the hair around her neck and off her back. By doing this she exposed the white, pale part of her neck. Jack was [very] tempted to lean in, just a little bit closer, and kiss that revealed skin, but something told him that this girl, Colette he remembered, wouldn't take anything like that. But still, it was very tempting.
Colette let out a moan, and Jack took this as invitation. Bad move on his part. When his lips touched her skin, Colette whirled around, looking like she had just been struck by lightning. "[Out]," she growled. When Jack didn't move, Colette held up a warning hand. Jack had been slapped enough times to know just how much a well placed female palm could hurt. He jumped up off the bed and basically sprinted off the bed.
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Once he was gone, Colette lay down on her bed. "{Men}," she thought, "{they're all the same.}" With that, she turned over on her back and cried.
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In his cabin, Jack was speaking to Gibbs, "It was just so, [perfect]. And all the other girls liked it when I did that."
"Captain, I 'ave known ye since you were ten years old. But honestly, 'aven't you learned [anything]? Why would ye think that ye could do that?"
"I [told] ye Gibbs, anyways, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
Gibbs had never seen his captain like this. However, Gibbs doubted that Jack had ever been turned down like this. It was a first for the captain. Finally, Gibbs decided that the best thing to do was to leave Jack alone right now. He needed to deal with his own feelings himself, no matter how stupid those feelings were.
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The next day, Colette woke up to find that her muscles did indeed feel better. Maybe Jack's massage had actually done something, she thought. But that absolutely [did not] give him the right to do what he had done.
Looking around, she found that during the night someone had put a large chest in the room.
When Colette opened the chest, she gasped in delight. Filling the chest was magnificent dress upon dress upon dress. Colette never had wanted to admit, but she had always had a weakness for dresses.
Rummaging through the fabric, she pulled out a green velvet one that perfectly matched her eyes. She yanked the delicate dress over her head. Somehow, it fit like a glove. The soft material hugged all the right places, but was still flowing and loose enough for her to walk easily in it.
Colette had just finished putting on the dress, when the door opened. Much to her dismay, the very person that she really [didn't] want to see walked in, or rather slunk in.
"Colette," Jack Sparrow said, "I 'ave come 'ere to say 'ow [dreadfully] sorry I am for invading your personal space like that."
"Did you think that up on your own or did you get someone else to think of it for you," Colette had just gone from having what looked like a good day, to a bad day, all in the course of about thirty seconds.
"Well, if you're not going to accept my apology, then you don't 'ave to!" Jack turned around and strode to the door, "I just wanted to say sorry, and that you look awfully nice in that dress."
"{Oh god.}" Thought Colette, "{now I've really screwed things up haven't I.}"
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Later that day, Colette decided to venture out of her, or rather Jack's, cabin. It was a wonderful day out.
Colette walked over to the railing of the boat and looked over. She saw, that in the matter of only about three days, they had managed to go from the murky waters of the Atlantic, to the aquamarine waters of what she could only assume was the Caribbean. In fact, at this moment, the ship was passing over a particularly interesting reef right now. Colette could see bright shapes swaying and drifting under the water. Fish of every shape and color swan underneath them. However, Colette soon saw a large shadow by them. Further examination revealed it to be a gigantic shark! Colette had never been a great lover or truster of sharks, and she promptly jumped back away from the railing in fright.
When she finally saw the shark swim away into the deeper part of the ocean, Colette moved back to the railing.
"Excuse me Miss," a voice from behind Colette nearly made her scream, instead, she just turned around sharply, "I didn't mean to surprise you, but the Cap'n would like to see you in his study." It was a youth of what looked to be around fourteen. Only a few years younger than herself, she thought. He had very blond hair, bordering on white, and startling blue eyes, the same color as the Caribbean Sea.
Colette didn't even know that there was a study on the ship, but followed the youth anyways.
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Soon they had reached the study. The youth, Colette had learned that his name was James, but called Jimmy by the crew, opened the door. "Go in," he whispered to Colette, giving her a friendly nudge.
The captain was sitting at his desk, looking at a map in front of him. Too afraid to do anything, Colette just stared. When she did so, she noticed that the Captain was in fact quite handsome. He was wearing a beige shirt, which barely covered his tanned, broad shoulders. His hands were pianist hands, slim and delicate, but [his] hands had a look about them that told that they were in fact capable of many, many things. He had perhaps the strangest hair that Colette had ever seen. He wore it shoulder length, in dreadlocks. But that wasn't the interesting part; at the end of each strand there were beads and charms. The strangest feeling passed over Colette, never had she seen anything like this man, maybe that was what made him so alluring.
"If you're going to just stand there, would you mind closing the door?" Colette, now very embarrassed, closed the door. However, she didn't just stand there, she walked over to the Captain.
Looking up from his desk, Jack motioned for Colette to take a seat.
She sat.
Jack started talking again, "We need to arrange what ye are goin' to do on this ship." His voice, she noticed was slightly angry, he probably hadn't gotten over what she had said. "Right now, we are sailing to Port Royal, where you shall be deposited with you're cousin Will. In the mean time, I expect you to give utter respect for my ship. That means that you must not do anything that would in anyway endanger anything or anyone on my ship. You will not leave your cabin until we get to Port Royal. Am I clear?"
For some reason, Colette got the strangest notion that he was mad at her. "Like crystal," she replied.
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How do you like it so far? I'm having some serious problems with how Jack is supposed to speak. Incase you didn't notice, I switched his speech halfway through the story. If you guys could give me some feedback on which is better, I'd be very happy. And don't worry; it's my vacation, so I'll be posting the next chapter soon. Also, I pretty sure that we meet Will in the next chapter.
~maskedcat
All right, here's the second chapter. R&R!
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Disney characters (humph!) but I do own Colette, and any other characters that I make up.
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She had been sailing almost a week now, with barely any clean water, and fish being the only food. Colette had no idea where she was going, just knowing that she wanted to get away from that awful London street. The moon was full and the stars seemed particularly bright tonight. Colette lay down in the bottom of her vessel, staring up at the sky. Within no time the gentle rocking and swaying of the boat lulled her to sleep.
Later that night, she was woken up by a smash into the side of the boat that almost made it tip over. Colette sat bolt upright, wondering what was happening. Suddenly another crash struck the boat. Colette looked up, and for the first time, noticed a giant ship looming above her. She tried to scream, to somehow get the notice of the other ship, but before she could, the ship ploughed through her own little boat, ripping it to shreds and flinging Colette out into the open sea. She uttered a weak shriek before her world faded into darkness.
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"Man over board! Man overboard!" the cry rang through the ship, calling to attention the entire crew. They all ran over to the sound, peering over the railings of the boat at the human figure floating in the water below.
"Well don't just stand there," a voice called, "Do something!"
Captain Jack Sparrow was all ready diving over the side, in one of his classic, perfect swan dives. He plunged into the murky waters, and came up inches away from the figure. He gasped and cried up to the crew, "It's a girl!" Before any of the crew shouted down their response, he called back up, "Give me a line!"
The crew obeyed and threw him down a rope. Jack grabbed on, holding onto the line and the girl until they were safely on the deck. Once on deck, Jack turned the girl over, searching for any wounds or abrasions. When he didn't find any, he called out to his crew, "She's all right. Gibbs, bring her to my cabin. I'll be there soon."
Gibbs walked over, hoisting the girl up in his strong arms. He soon disappeared beneath the deck, walking towards the captain's cabin.
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Jack hovered over the bed, staring at the girl on it. She looked about eighteen, slender, but muscular and strong. Her brown hair fell all the way down to her waist, long and unbound. Jack pried open her eyelids, and found himself staring at emerald green eyes.
Her chest rose and fell softly to the rhythm of her breathing. The dress that she wore was loose, still a little damp from being in the sea. It was just a brown cotton dress, like a commoner's. However, unlike a commoner's, most specifically a girl commoner, she had a belt with a dagger on it. The dagger was long and sharp looking, with an ancient looking design on it.
Jack was still staring at the girl when she suddenly coughed violently and started moving. Jack nearly jumped out of his skin, surprised. He bent over the girl, who had by now calmed down a little bit. "Ye're awake."
Coughing and spluttering, the girl sat upright, "Glad you noticed," she said sarcastically.
Jack hesitated, exactly what was one supposed to do in this type of situation? "Umm, are ye okay?" he asked.
"What do you think?" the girl said, "Anyways, who are you exactly?"
"I," the man in front of her continued, "am Captain Jack Sparrow, captain o' the Black Pearl, which ye are currently on."
"Oh, are you the man that destroyed my boat, and nearly killed me then?"
"Well, yes, I guess. But, well..." Jack was trying to think of what to say, "I'm very sorry about that. Anyways, who are [ye]?" Jack was completely blown away, never had anyone, let alone a girl, and tied his tongue like that. He kind of liked it he realized.
With a final cough, the girl replied, "Colette Marie Turner, now if you'd please inform me, just what happened?"
"Did ye say that ye're last name was [Turner]?"
"Yes, are you deaf or something?"
Jack was even more confused now, "Do ye happen to know anyone by the name o' William Turner?"
"Yes, second cousin of mine I think. Now, will you please tell me [why] exactly you're so interested with my last name. And how do you know Will?" Colette was slightly annoyed. After all, she had just woken up on a random ship somewhere in the Atlantic. Now a strange captain was drilling her for answers. You'd probably be a little annoyed too.
"Long story. Anyways, I thought ye wanted to know what [ye're] doing."
"Yes, I do."
"Well, let me have the honor of informing ye. Ye're aboard the pirate ship The Black Pearl, with yours truly, [Captain] Jack Sparrow."
"Yes, I know that already. I mean, where in the [world] am I?" Colette was (a) very close to screaming at this man in front of her, and (b) just realizing the how many aches she had, all over her body. "You know, if you have any brandy on board, or even some ice, I would really appreciate it."
Jack, thankful to get away from this confusing, tongue-tying girl, jumped up and went to fetch her these things.
When he was on the deck, Gibbs came up to him. "So, how is she?" he asked.
"Interesting. I [think] she just sent me to go get her ice." Jack walked past.
"Amazing," Gibbs said to another crewman, "I think our little visitor has done something to the Captain."
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When he returned, Colette was sitting up in her bed, or rather, Jack's bed, stretching herself out and trying to ignore the shooting pain up and down her body.
"Here's your ice," he said, "I brought you the brandy too. You wouldn't mind if I had a little sip too?"
"No, go ahead," Colette winced as she stretched a particularly sore part of her back.
"Let me help you. I [do] know a thing or two about sore muscles. Lord knows I've pulled me back too many times to count. All right love?"
"Fine." Colette was absolutely [too] tired to care who went near her. However, she realized as he came closer, that maybe she wasn't as enthusiastic to be around men anymore.
When Colette flinched at his touch, Jack asked, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Colette said, deciding that if she were on a boat full of pirates, [male] pirates, she would have to get over her petty little fears.
Jack did indeed know his muscles; within minutes Colette was feeling better. Jack sat behind her, kneading the muscles, finding all the tender spots with an amazing accuracy. Jack didn't exactly care that he was doing this; he was in fact sitting behind a gorgeous girl who he had rescued from the sea. (He had conveniently forgotten [why] he had to rescue her.) Her long dark hair swirled around his hands. Colette reached a hand up, sweeping the hair around her neck and off her back. By doing this she exposed the white, pale part of her neck. Jack was [very] tempted to lean in, just a little bit closer, and kiss that revealed skin, but something told him that this girl, Colette he remembered, wouldn't take anything like that. But still, it was very tempting.
Colette let out a moan, and Jack took this as invitation. Bad move on his part. When his lips touched her skin, Colette whirled around, looking like she had just been struck by lightning. "[Out]," she growled. When Jack didn't move, Colette held up a warning hand. Jack had been slapped enough times to know just how much a well placed female palm could hurt. He jumped up off the bed and basically sprinted off the bed.
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Once he was gone, Colette lay down on her bed. "{Men}," she thought, "{they're all the same.}" With that, she turned over on her back and cried.
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In his cabin, Jack was speaking to Gibbs, "It was just so, [perfect]. And all the other girls liked it when I did that."
"Captain, I 'ave known ye since you were ten years old. But honestly, 'aven't you learned [anything]? Why would ye think that ye could do that?"
"I [told] ye Gibbs, anyways, it seemed like a good idea at the time."
Gibbs had never seen his captain like this. However, Gibbs doubted that Jack had ever been turned down like this. It was a first for the captain. Finally, Gibbs decided that the best thing to do was to leave Jack alone right now. He needed to deal with his own feelings himself, no matter how stupid those feelings were.
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The next day, Colette woke up to find that her muscles did indeed feel better. Maybe Jack's massage had actually done something, she thought. But that absolutely [did not] give him the right to do what he had done.
Looking around, she found that during the night someone had put a large chest in the room.
When Colette opened the chest, she gasped in delight. Filling the chest was magnificent dress upon dress upon dress. Colette never had wanted to admit, but she had always had a weakness for dresses.
Rummaging through the fabric, she pulled out a green velvet one that perfectly matched her eyes. She yanked the delicate dress over her head. Somehow, it fit like a glove. The soft material hugged all the right places, but was still flowing and loose enough for her to walk easily in it.
Colette had just finished putting on the dress, when the door opened. Much to her dismay, the very person that she really [didn't] want to see walked in, or rather slunk in.
"Colette," Jack Sparrow said, "I 'ave come 'ere to say 'ow [dreadfully] sorry I am for invading your personal space like that."
"Did you think that up on your own or did you get someone else to think of it for you," Colette had just gone from having what looked like a good day, to a bad day, all in the course of about thirty seconds.
"Well, if you're not going to accept my apology, then you don't 'ave to!" Jack turned around and strode to the door, "I just wanted to say sorry, and that you look awfully nice in that dress."
"{Oh god.}" Thought Colette, "{now I've really screwed things up haven't I.}"
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Later that day, Colette decided to venture out of her, or rather Jack's, cabin. It was a wonderful day out.
Colette walked over to the railing of the boat and looked over. She saw, that in the matter of only about three days, they had managed to go from the murky waters of the Atlantic, to the aquamarine waters of what she could only assume was the Caribbean. In fact, at this moment, the ship was passing over a particularly interesting reef right now. Colette could see bright shapes swaying and drifting under the water. Fish of every shape and color swan underneath them. However, Colette soon saw a large shadow by them. Further examination revealed it to be a gigantic shark! Colette had never been a great lover or truster of sharks, and she promptly jumped back away from the railing in fright.
When she finally saw the shark swim away into the deeper part of the ocean, Colette moved back to the railing.
"Excuse me Miss," a voice from behind Colette nearly made her scream, instead, she just turned around sharply, "I didn't mean to surprise you, but the Cap'n would like to see you in his study." It was a youth of what looked to be around fourteen. Only a few years younger than herself, she thought. He had very blond hair, bordering on white, and startling blue eyes, the same color as the Caribbean Sea.
Colette didn't even know that there was a study on the ship, but followed the youth anyways.
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Soon they had reached the study. The youth, Colette had learned that his name was James, but called Jimmy by the crew, opened the door. "Go in," he whispered to Colette, giving her a friendly nudge.
The captain was sitting at his desk, looking at a map in front of him. Too afraid to do anything, Colette just stared. When she did so, she noticed that the Captain was in fact quite handsome. He was wearing a beige shirt, which barely covered his tanned, broad shoulders. His hands were pianist hands, slim and delicate, but [his] hands had a look about them that told that they were in fact capable of many, many things. He had perhaps the strangest hair that Colette had ever seen. He wore it shoulder length, in dreadlocks. But that wasn't the interesting part; at the end of each strand there were beads and charms. The strangest feeling passed over Colette, never had she seen anything like this man, maybe that was what made him so alluring.
"If you're going to just stand there, would you mind closing the door?" Colette, now very embarrassed, closed the door. However, she didn't just stand there, she walked over to the Captain.
Looking up from his desk, Jack motioned for Colette to take a seat.
She sat.
Jack started talking again, "We need to arrange what ye are goin' to do on this ship." His voice, she noticed was slightly angry, he probably hadn't gotten over what she had said. "Right now, we are sailing to Port Royal, where you shall be deposited with you're cousin Will. In the mean time, I expect you to give utter respect for my ship. That means that you must not do anything that would in anyway endanger anything or anyone on my ship. You will not leave your cabin until we get to Port Royal. Am I clear?"
For some reason, Colette got the strangest notion that he was mad at her. "Like crystal," she replied.
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How do you like it so far? I'm having some serious problems with how Jack is supposed to speak. Incase you didn't notice, I switched his speech halfway through the story. If you guys could give me some feedback on which is better, I'd be very happy. And don't worry; it's my vacation, so I'll be posting the next chapter soon. Also, I pretty sure that we meet Will in the next chapter.
~maskedcat