PotC- Mistress of the Sea- Chapter three- What a tangled web we weave
Third chapter!!!
Disclaimers- I don't own any of the Disney characters (not fair!), but I do own Colette and all the characters that I make up.
They had only been sailing for a few days, but Colette was all ready sick of the journey. She was still confined to her rooms. Three times a day Gibbs or the youth Jimmy brought her food and news about the ship's progress.
Right now, Jimmy was at the door, carrying some concoction that was supposed to be lunch. "Miss Colette," Jimmy said, "I've got a question. Ye don't have to answer if ye don't wanna, but I was wonderin', what happened with you and the Cap'n?"
"Why?" Colette didn't really want to tell, but Jimmy was such an innocent boy, she didn't actually mind.
"Well," Jimmy said hesitatingly, "It's just that 'e's been kinda strange since whatever 'appened 'appened. I was just wonderin' why."
"Well Jimmy," Colette started, "The captain, he..." Colette was blushing, "he sort of, kissed me. Not on the lips," she said hurriedly, "Just on the neck."
"Oh," said Jimmy. Then he got up, gave a quick bow, and walked out of the room.
Within hours the entire ship knew what had happened between Colette and Jack. Jack found this out when he was on the deck, steering the wheel, and Jimmy came up behind him.
"Colette told me what 'appened, Cap'n." Jimmy could see the captain physically shaking.
"She did WHAT!" he bellowed.
"I said..."
"I know what you said!" Jack stormed off in the direction of where Colette was.
Colette was sitting on the bed when the door burst open. Jack was standing in the doorway. He looked furious. "What the HELL did you think you were doing!" "Excuse me?" Colette asked.
"Why did you have to Jimmy?'
"I'm sorry, I didn't think that it mattered so much to you." Colette rose from the bed.
"God! Don't you get it! The crew is going to use this against me for ever!"
Colette laughed. "You mean, the reason that you're so upset is because you don't want the crew to laugh at you! That's the funniest thing I've ever heard."
Jack stared at the girl in front of him, she [was] beautiful he reasoned. As she laughed she tipped her head back, again tempting the captain. What a tease! Jack thought.
Suddenly, Jack grabbed Colette's shoulders, squeezing them so tightly between his hands that Colette gasped. Jack decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her towards him, pressing his rough lips against her smooth ones. At first Jack sensed Colette's surprise, then anger, but as the kiss continued, he could feel her loosen, maybe giving in a little bit. Jack took his hands from Colette's shoulders and ran them up and down her back, his fingers mingling in with her long locks.
Colette stood, tensing at first, but eventually loosing herself in the captain's kiss.
Slowly, the two pulled apart, neither really wanting to separate their lips. Colette looked up at Jack with her emerald eyes, "I think you'd better go now." She said.
"Yes, I probably should," Jack said, not believing his words for an instant. But he knew that if he didn't what had happened before might just happen again. So he left.
Within a few days they had reached Port Royal. In that time, neither Colette nor Jack had spoken much to each other, the usually rambunctious captain uncharacteristically quiet.
In private, he told Gibbs what had happened, and Gibbs like always, had promised not to tell.
They docked at sundown, on June 25th. It was a very quiet night, it was almost silent out, and the only sound was that of the crickets.
Jack had decided that [he] would be the one to walk Colette over to Will's smithy, no matter how much Gibbs warned him against it.
By the time that the pair had reached the smithy, it was nighttime. The usual crowd was coming out, the whores, gigolos, and the wealthy men who hired them all. Turning down a street, Jack found that he had steered them into an open-air brothel. Quickly, he turned around, put an arm over Colette's eyes, and walked away.
"Hey! What was that for?" Colette asked, when Jack finally took off his arm.
"You really [don't] wanna know, trust me love."
"And tell me, why exactly am I trusting you?" Colette was, as anyone would be, slightly curious.
"Because. Now Will's shop is in this direction, not that one, savvy?"
"Fine," Colette said, rolling her eyes.
In only a few more minutes they reached her cousin's shop. Over the door hung a sign. 'Turner Smithy' it said. Jack strode forward, flung open the door, and in a voice so pompous Colette cringed said, "Will old boy! Ready to duel?"
Sitting at the table, Will, Colette recognized him from long ago, said, "Sparrow, good to see you too!"
"That's [Captain] Sparrow to you mate, and I wasn't kidding about the duel."
"Fine," Will retorted, reaching over to the nearby wall and pulling off one of the swords there. He threw it up in the air, making it spin around and around, and then caught it with one hand. Colette was tempted to applaud.
Then the match began. Two things were clear from the beginning. (A) That these two men were evenly matched, and (b) that they were both the best swordsmen that Colette had ever seen.
The fight was pointless, as far as Colette could tell, neither would win.
Suddenly, Jack lunged for Will, his sword tip almost grazing Will's leg. Will jumped up, landing on a platform. This definitely took Jack by surprise, and for a second, he looked like Will would get him. But within no time, the agile captain had regained his composer.
Colette soon realized that this fight was going no where anytime soon, so she decided to take things into her own hands. Picking up a stray sword, she weaved her way towards the two men, being careful to avoid any stray blows coming from them. When she was in front of the duelists, she did a quick eenie-meenie-minie-moe, and hit Jack over the head with blunt edge of the sword. He swayed and then fell on the ground, unconscious.
Will looked up, surprised; he hadn't noticed his cousin coming up to them. "Colette, is that you?"
"Hello Will. I'm sorry about..." she motioned to Jack, "but I figured that neither of you were going to win this, and I was getting bored. I'm sorry."
"I can't believe it! I haven't seen you since you were ten! How many years has it been now, four, five?" Will asked her, managing to give her a hug at the same time.
"Six years, I'm almost seventeen now." Colette said proudly.
"You know Colette, I'm a little curious, what were you doing with Jack Sparrow?" Like any older male figure, Will was of course concerned about Colette's safety.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. But it's sort of a long story. To put it shortly, Sparrow here sunk my boat, with me in it, took me aboard the Black pearl, and brought me here."
At the part when Jack sunk the boat, Will was livid. Colette may only be a second cousin, but they were each other's only family. Will's parents were both dead, and Colette's mother, the only parent that she knew, had been killed years ago. "He did WHAT!"
"Calm down Will, it was an accident!" Colette wished she hadn't brought it up.
Jack was finally stirring. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looking [very] dazed. Then he looked at the two people above standing above him, "You cheated." He said bluntly.
"Pirate," Will said innocently, as if that explained it all. In fact, that was just an inside joke of theirs, but that's a different story.
"Well 'elp me up, you scoundrels," Jack ordered.
Will and Colette both reached down, hoisting the captain onto his feet.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I 'ave some places to go, mainly the bar." Jack, fully recovered, sauntered off out the door.
"Do you want to follow?" Will asked Colette.
"Well," she said hesitatingly, "What's to loose!"
Colette had only been to Port Royal once. Her impression from that time was that it was a very civilized city. Now, however, she found that lining the streets were bars and taverns, most of them not [too] seedy looking, but there were some that gave Colette the shivers.
They followed Jack into, thankfully, one of the more respectable looking bars. He was already sitting at one of the tales, asking the pretty barmaid for a jug of rum. He nodded, and soon came back with the rum.
"Do you think we should go sit with him?" Colette asked. She had never been in a bar before.
"Just, follow me," Will answered.
They walked over to Jack's table, who had by now half finished the gigantic bottle of rum in front of him, and sat down.
Jack greeted them. "'Ello there Colette," the already drunk pirate captain said, "Couldn't bear to be away from me eh?"
"You pig!" Colette snarled.
Will jumped in before anything else could happen, "Um, Jack! Found any new treasure hordes lately?" Will asked.
"Nah, been pursuin' me own fancies." Whatever that meant was lost to both Colette and Will. They decided to leave him alone.
Soon, actually within seconds, Jack had finished his first bottle of rum. Calling the waitress over, he ordered two rums, and two beers. When they asked him who this was for, he said as if it had been obvious all along, "The beers are for you two, and the rum is for me!"
The drinks came, and both Will and Jack greedily gulped theirs. Colette, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant.
"I think I'd better go," she said, getting up from the table.
"Ye can' go now!" Jack called, "Ye're wastin' a perfectly good beer!" His pirate accent was thickened by the amount of alcohol he consumed.
"S'alright Jack, [I'll] finish it off," Will too was now drunk.
"Good ol' Will, knew I could always count on ye mate!"
Colette somehow managed to find her way back to the ship. She climbed aboard, and walked over to the cabin. Jimmy, the only one to see her got on, ran over to her.
"Miss Colette," he began, "I don't wanna be rude, but could ye mind tellin' me where the Cap'n is?"
"Yes, he's at some bar in Port Royal," Colette paused, "I was something with an animal, horse maybe, horse something... I don't know, sorry Jimmy."
"Thank ye miss," Jimmy said, bowed, and ran away.
Colette went back into her room, and sat on the bed. She could only imagine what wild, stupid things the captain and her cousin were doing at this time. Slowly, she pulled off her dress (she had changed from the green one to a more inconspicuous brown cotton one) and folded it neatly onto a chair. Then she pulled down the covers on her bed and lay down.
Back at the pub, Jack and Will were indeed acting a little wild. Both of them had consumed more than seven times the recommended alcohol amount in about half the time recommended time.
The next time that they were ordering, or as close to ordering as you can get when you're that drunk, Jack's hand somehow slipped. It slipped down and under the barmaid's skirt, and then managed to have a convulsion, squeezing the poor girl's derriere. But it was all by accident of course. It was also by accident that they were thrown out onto the street for this.
Amazing how many accidents happened tonight!
Stumbling down the cobblestone street, Jack and Will managed to walk a good ten yards before collapsing, unconscious, and one right after the other.
When they woke up, Jack and Will found that it was morning. The two of them were lying in some back alleyway, a ways off the main street. Will woke up first, groaning as the hangover sledgehammers pounded his head. He shook awake Jack, who collapsed back onto the road as soon as he sat up.
Suddenly, Will gasped, "I forgot about Elizabeth!"
Jack had forgotten that Will had just gotten married to Elizabeth Swan, the very pretty governor's daughter who [he] had rescued from the evil (but now dead) mutinous pirate captain Barbossa. "Good luck then mate," Jack said, rolling onto his side and falling asleep again. At least he tried to. His hangover made this impossible.
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Third chapter!!!
Disclaimers- I don't own any of the Disney characters (not fair!), but I do own Colette and all the characters that I make up.
They had only been sailing for a few days, but Colette was all ready sick of the journey. She was still confined to her rooms. Three times a day Gibbs or the youth Jimmy brought her food and news about the ship's progress.
Right now, Jimmy was at the door, carrying some concoction that was supposed to be lunch. "Miss Colette," Jimmy said, "I've got a question. Ye don't have to answer if ye don't wanna, but I was wonderin', what happened with you and the Cap'n?"
"Why?" Colette didn't really want to tell, but Jimmy was such an innocent boy, she didn't actually mind.
"Well," Jimmy said hesitatingly, "It's just that 'e's been kinda strange since whatever 'appened 'appened. I was just wonderin' why."
"Well Jimmy," Colette started, "The captain, he..." Colette was blushing, "he sort of, kissed me. Not on the lips," she said hurriedly, "Just on the neck."
"Oh," said Jimmy. Then he got up, gave a quick bow, and walked out of the room.
Within hours the entire ship knew what had happened between Colette and Jack. Jack found this out when he was on the deck, steering the wheel, and Jimmy came up behind him.
"Colette told me what 'appened, Cap'n." Jimmy could see the captain physically shaking.
"She did WHAT!" he bellowed.
"I said..."
"I know what you said!" Jack stormed off in the direction of where Colette was.
Colette was sitting on the bed when the door burst open. Jack was standing in the doorway. He looked furious. "What the HELL did you think you were doing!" "Excuse me?" Colette asked.
"Why did you have to Jimmy?'
"I'm sorry, I didn't think that it mattered so much to you." Colette rose from the bed.
"God! Don't you get it! The crew is going to use this against me for ever!"
Colette laughed. "You mean, the reason that you're so upset is because you don't want the crew to laugh at you! That's the funniest thing I've ever heard."
Jack stared at the girl in front of him, she [was] beautiful he reasoned. As she laughed she tipped her head back, again tempting the captain. What a tease! Jack thought.
Suddenly, Jack grabbed Colette's shoulders, squeezing them so tightly between his hands that Colette gasped. Jack decided that he couldn't take it anymore. He pulled her towards him, pressing his rough lips against her smooth ones. At first Jack sensed Colette's surprise, then anger, but as the kiss continued, he could feel her loosen, maybe giving in a little bit. Jack took his hands from Colette's shoulders and ran them up and down her back, his fingers mingling in with her long locks.
Colette stood, tensing at first, but eventually loosing herself in the captain's kiss.
Slowly, the two pulled apart, neither really wanting to separate their lips. Colette looked up at Jack with her emerald eyes, "I think you'd better go now." She said.
"Yes, I probably should," Jack said, not believing his words for an instant. But he knew that if he didn't what had happened before might just happen again. So he left.
Within a few days they had reached Port Royal. In that time, neither Colette nor Jack had spoken much to each other, the usually rambunctious captain uncharacteristically quiet.
In private, he told Gibbs what had happened, and Gibbs like always, had promised not to tell.
They docked at sundown, on June 25th. It was a very quiet night, it was almost silent out, and the only sound was that of the crickets.
Jack had decided that [he] would be the one to walk Colette over to Will's smithy, no matter how much Gibbs warned him against it.
By the time that the pair had reached the smithy, it was nighttime. The usual crowd was coming out, the whores, gigolos, and the wealthy men who hired them all. Turning down a street, Jack found that he had steered them into an open-air brothel. Quickly, he turned around, put an arm over Colette's eyes, and walked away.
"Hey! What was that for?" Colette asked, when Jack finally took off his arm.
"You really [don't] wanna know, trust me love."
"And tell me, why exactly am I trusting you?" Colette was, as anyone would be, slightly curious.
"Because. Now Will's shop is in this direction, not that one, savvy?"
"Fine," Colette said, rolling her eyes.
In only a few more minutes they reached her cousin's shop. Over the door hung a sign. 'Turner Smithy' it said. Jack strode forward, flung open the door, and in a voice so pompous Colette cringed said, "Will old boy! Ready to duel?"
Sitting at the table, Will, Colette recognized him from long ago, said, "Sparrow, good to see you too!"
"That's [Captain] Sparrow to you mate, and I wasn't kidding about the duel."
"Fine," Will retorted, reaching over to the nearby wall and pulling off one of the swords there. He threw it up in the air, making it spin around and around, and then caught it with one hand. Colette was tempted to applaud.
Then the match began. Two things were clear from the beginning. (A) That these two men were evenly matched, and (b) that they were both the best swordsmen that Colette had ever seen.
The fight was pointless, as far as Colette could tell, neither would win.
Suddenly, Jack lunged for Will, his sword tip almost grazing Will's leg. Will jumped up, landing on a platform. This definitely took Jack by surprise, and for a second, he looked like Will would get him. But within no time, the agile captain had regained his composer.
Colette soon realized that this fight was going no where anytime soon, so she decided to take things into her own hands. Picking up a stray sword, she weaved her way towards the two men, being careful to avoid any stray blows coming from them. When she was in front of the duelists, she did a quick eenie-meenie-minie-moe, and hit Jack over the head with blunt edge of the sword. He swayed and then fell on the ground, unconscious.
Will looked up, surprised; he hadn't noticed his cousin coming up to them. "Colette, is that you?"
"Hello Will. I'm sorry about..." she motioned to Jack, "but I figured that neither of you were going to win this, and I was getting bored. I'm sorry."
"I can't believe it! I haven't seen you since you were ten! How many years has it been now, four, five?" Will asked her, managing to give her a hug at the same time.
"Six years, I'm almost seventeen now." Colette said proudly.
"You know Colette, I'm a little curious, what were you doing with Jack Sparrow?" Like any older male figure, Will was of course concerned about Colette's safety.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. But it's sort of a long story. To put it shortly, Sparrow here sunk my boat, with me in it, took me aboard the Black pearl, and brought me here."
At the part when Jack sunk the boat, Will was livid. Colette may only be a second cousin, but they were each other's only family. Will's parents were both dead, and Colette's mother, the only parent that she knew, had been killed years ago. "He did WHAT!"
"Calm down Will, it was an accident!" Colette wished she hadn't brought it up.
Jack was finally stirring. He sat up, rubbing his eyes, and looking [very] dazed. Then he looked at the two people above standing above him, "You cheated." He said bluntly.
"Pirate," Will said innocently, as if that explained it all. In fact, that was just an inside joke of theirs, but that's a different story.
"Well 'elp me up, you scoundrels," Jack ordered.
Will and Colette both reached down, hoisting the captain onto his feet.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I 'ave some places to go, mainly the bar." Jack, fully recovered, sauntered off out the door.
"Do you want to follow?" Will asked Colette.
"Well," she said hesitatingly, "What's to loose!"
Colette had only been to Port Royal once. Her impression from that time was that it was a very civilized city. Now, however, she found that lining the streets were bars and taverns, most of them not [too] seedy looking, but there were some that gave Colette the shivers.
They followed Jack into, thankfully, one of the more respectable looking bars. He was already sitting at one of the tales, asking the pretty barmaid for a jug of rum. He nodded, and soon came back with the rum.
"Do you think we should go sit with him?" Colette asked. She had never been in a bar before.
"Just, follow me," Will answered.
They walked over to Jack's table, who had by now half finished the gigantic bottle of rum in front of him, and sat down.
Jack greeted them. "'Ello there Colette," the already drunk pirate captain said, "Couldn't bear to be away from me eh?"
"You pig!" Colette snarled.
Will jumped in before anything else could happen, "Um, Jack! Found any new treasure hordes lately?" Will asked.
"Nah, been pursuin' me own fancies." Whatever that meant was lost to both Colette and Will. They decided to leave him alone.
Soon, actually within seconds, Jack had finished his first bottle of rum. Calling the waitress over, he ordered two rums, and two beers. When they asked him who this was for, he said as if it had been obvious all along, "The beers are for you two, and the rum is for me!"
The drinks came, and both Will and Jack greedily gulped theirs. Colette, on the other hand, was a little more hesitant.
"I think I'd better go," she said, getting up from the table.
"Ye can' go now!" Jack called, "Ye're wastin' a perfectly good beer!" His pirate accent was thickened by the amount of alcohol he consumed.
"S'alright Jack, [I'll] finish it off," Will too was now drunk.
"Good ol' Will, knew I could always count on ye mate!"
Colette somehow managed to find her way back to the ship. She climbed aboard, and walked over to the cabin. Jimmy, the only one to see her got on, ran over to her.
"Miss Colette," he began, "I don't wanna be rude, but could ye mind tellin' me where the Cap'n is?"
"Yes, he's at some bar in Port Royal," Colette paused, "I was something with an animal, horse maybe, horse something... I don't know, sorry Jimmy."
"Thank ye miss," Jimmy said, bowed, and ran away.
Colette went back into her room, and sat on the bed. She could only imagine what wild, stupid things the captain and her cousin were doing at this time. Slowly, she pulled off her dress (she had changed from the green one to a more inconspicuous brown cotton one) and folded it neatly onto a chair. Then she pulled down the covers on her bed and lay down.
Back at the pub, Jack and Will were indeed acting a little wild. Both of them had consumed more than seven times the recommended alcohol amount in about half the time recommended time.
The next time that they were ordering, or as close to ordering as you can get when you're that drunk, Jack's hand somehow slipped. It slipped down and under the barmaid's skirt, and then managed to have a convulsion, squeezing the poor girl's derriere. But it was all by accident of course. It was also by accident that they were thrown out onto the street for this.
Amazing how many accidents happened tonight!
Stumbling down the cobblestone street, Jack and Will managed to walk a good ten yards before collapsing, unconscious, and one right after the other.
When they woke up, Jack and Will found that it was morning. The two of them were lying in some back alleyway, a ways off the main street. Will woke up first, groaning as the hangover sledgehammers pounded his head. He shook awake Jack, who collapsed back onto the road as soon as he sat up.
Suddenly, Will gasped, "I forgot about Elizabeth!"
Jack had forgotten that Will had just gotten married to Elizabeth Swan, the very pretty governor's daughter who [he] had rescued from the evil (but now dead) mutinous pirate captain Barbossa. "Good luck then mate," Jack said, rolling onto his side and falling asleep again. At least he tried to. His hangover made this impossible.
Hi guys! You know, you can review anytime, anytime at all.... Well, you already know that, I have exciting news! I can put on eyeliner by myself! Without poking myself in the eye!!!!!!! It amazing, I know. And the weirdest thing happened, for the first time in my life, I actually [wanted] to watch the Dr. Phil show. It was good too. The show was all about "mean girls". I thought that he did a really good job on that. Okay, now I'm trusting that you are going to REVIEW my story now! PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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