Chapter 1
Summary: When a girl's mother is murdered, the finger is pointed at Captain
Jack Sparrow. Katherine sets out with intentions to take revenge for her
mother's death, but will fate of heart play another roll?
Hey Vxangelkissxv & Jack's Pirate Girl here, and we're bringing you guys a co-written fanfic, but before we move on let's get the disclaimer out of the way.
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns Pirates Of The Caribbean, we do however own our Pirates DVD's. Jack's Pirate Girl: Oh and a Jack Sparrow Poster. Vxangelkissxv: Oh! And I will own a Jack Sparrow cardboard cutout for my birthday! Well we hope you guys like the chapter. If you want more please review!
The messy-haired girl looked around the pitch-black room, feeling salty tears race down her cheeks. The valve within her chest pumped blood about her body with full force, making her head spin and a cold sweat continue to stream from her pores. She noticed a small beam of light cast about the floor from a crack in the wooden shutters over the windows.
Without much thought about it, she walked stiffly towards the window, casting open the shutters to meet a bright night sky. A single ship was docked in the port below and a few lonely souls sulked around the city.
~*~ I remember that night, that horrible figure, a cloaked shadow of a man, like a panther stalking its prey before pouncing. My mother, her eyes so round and horrified. The man, that mysterious man, had gripped her throat, squeezing so hard! Her breath sounded like the death of a small animal, and it only got worse. He held a knife above her neck, in an almost sacrificial manor! It shone in a quick flash, a glint of light, but that was soon gone and the blade was suddenly dripping in the blood of my mother. The sound of her slow death caused my stomach to lurch and my back to curl in a moment of horror. Her breath remained short and strained as she clawed helplessly at the ground until all stopped and the night was still and innocent again. That image, that mind-troubling image hung heavy in my head... My mother, a lady of the night, was dead and all I could see were her eyes open, empty, devoid of a soul. Her once beautiful eyes now staring up into the sky with no more emotion or feeling. The warm sticky blood now pooled around her body, the gasps for breath now gone. I was so afraid that I only stood there like a helpless child. A child now without a mother.
~*~
Katherine awoke breathing heavily. Sweat beaded on her brow as well as her whole body, matting down her clothes upon her slim figure. Her creamy milky skin paler than usual. This was the third night she'd had this dream. The terrible dream that always returned the horrible scene of her mother's death and projected into her mind. She walked over her mirror her feet padding lightly over the cold hardwood floor. Looking at her reflection she noticed her face was flushed of all color. Her bright rosy cheeks were now pale, pale like a fresh blossoming orchid covered with misty dew. Her hair highlighted with light brown streaks seemed to glow from the light of the eerie moon that projected shadows through her window. She had gained her father's eyes and her mother's hair. Her eyes were a piercing green color and her hair a dark brown, now lighted by the Caribbean sun. She looked once again towards her reflection before turning away. Instead of going back to sleep and returning to her horrible dream she turned towards her drawer. Word had gotten out that Jack Sparrow had killed her mother. The only family she had that was dear to her. She rummaged through her drawer and pulled out a dagger, the dagger that the navy had found at the crime scene. She had kept it for an unknown reason to her but now it seemed to come in handy. She walked briskly over to her closet and pulled out a knapsack within the knapsack she placed the dagger. This dagger she would use to kill Jack Sparrow. She dressed herself quickly in one of the lightest dresses she had. The last thing she took was some money she may need, and a locket that held her mom's picture. "Jack Sparrow, beware for I'm coming for you," she said as she went out the door of her room and ran down the steps. She opened the door with a small creak and shut it silently behind her.
~*~ Jack slid behind one of the crumbling buildings. Since word had somehow gotten out that he had murdered a woman he had never heard of he had to be careful about who saw him. Mostly everyone thought he was innocent, in Tortuga that was, but some doubted the Captain's word. He went around like a sly fox finding a way to get away from Tortuga's noisy pubs and hotels. He slicked around for awhile. From the places he'd been in Tortuga he'd heard that the navy was coming hunting for him. Jack knew he had many-an enemy, but stooping so low, what honorable pirate would do such a thing? Jack knew of no one he had been cruel to... lately. As Jack was deep in thought he hadn't noticed the white sails coming up. But as he looked up he saw them clearly the navy was now here and he was their target.
~*~
The doors opened noisily and slammed against the walls loudly, knocking some of the paintings that tried to make the tavern more decorative. "What ye be wantin?" asked a burly man from behind the bar, a sly grin was curled across his lips. "We'll be looking for a pirate," replied the stuffy Norrington with a sneer. A roar of laughter erupted from the tavern, causing Norrington and his men to look about.
"Which Pirate in particular ye be lookin for?" asked the bartender leaning over the rotting wooden bar, still chuckling. "Jack Sparrow," said Norrington with the utmost of disgust in his voice.
"Well, he not be here..." Piped up a man at one table, "He ain't in Tortuga."
"How are we to know you're telling the truth?" asked Norrington, his brow furrowing. "Ye callin me a liar?!" asked the man as he stood up with great intimidation, towering over Norrington. Not physically, but psychologically. "Well, then" stammered Norrington, "I see that our business is not in this tavern..." he turned his back, readying to leave, but he quickly swished around, "That is if you really are telling the truth," he added with a smirk.
"Come men," he ordered his group of soldiers, "We won't find who we want here."
"I ain't finished with ye yet!" said the now angry man who still stood in front of Norrington, spitting off to the side as he rolled up his sleeves.
~*~
Jack creeped around behind a noisy pub. He'd dashed out the back of the tavern when a gang of red-clad soldiers came rushing in behind a blue dressed, and quite ruffled Norrington. He was someone you could always trust to be involved in matters that concerned Jack. As Jack peered around the alleyway to make a dash towards the docks, many-a cheering drunkard could be heard from within the dimly lit tavern. Jack supposed there was a fight going on inside, although what it really was, he could only imagine, but couldn't really care at the time. Jack made a hasty mad dash towards the dock where earlier he'd heard that there was a merchant trading ship that was going to leave dock around this time. As he approached the dock, he tipped his hat over his eyes and lowered his head into shadow in an attempt to conceal his identity. His boots thumped heavily on the wood with every step he took until he finally reached the ship. A scrawny man, younger than Jack but older than Will Turner, approached the fugitive pirate, while wrapping a rope around his biceps and palm and his stringy blond hair hung in his eyes. "What be yer business?" asked the man, throwing the rope beside a post on the dock. "I'll be needing to speak with your captain," said Jack simply, looking up for a moment at the man. "We'll be setting sail in a little under an hour. What be yer business with the Captain?" he inquired further and looked up at Jack who quickly looked down, pulling the hat down on his face. "To state me business, savvy?" replied Jack. "Alright," sighed the man, "Then follow me," he took off up a gangplank leading to the deck of the ship.
~*~ Katherine walked down the docks nervously, swishing her dark hair over her shoulders. She prayed that there was a ship docked in the port on that night. She heard of none being in port and saw nothing in the darkness. Her heart was begining to sink, when she walked down the final plank leading to the last set of docks. Suddenly she spotted a single ship loading up, readying itself to depart. She approached this ship, poking her head in front of a crewmember that busied himself, roping together a few crates marked "RUM"
~*~
The Captain looked over Jack smugly. He seemed to dislike Jack, but he did find some of Jack's remarks rather amusing. "Have you come to yer decision yet?" asked Jack impatiently. The bearded man looked at Jack with a cocked eyebrow. "Captain," added Jack, flashing a cheeky smile. "Well it seems as though you have skill Mr...?" he looked at him with question. After a long pause Jack's eyes widened in realization that the man was asking for his name. "Oh," he stammered, "...Smith," he said, again, flashing a smile of approval. "Well I suppose..." mused the captain to himself, "Right... Welcome aboard The Neptune, Mr. Smith," he said, smiling. "My thanks, captain...?" said Jack, as if asking the bearded man's name. "Plourde" he said simply, "Now, you may retire below deck. Tomorrow the work begins," said the captain. Jack clasped his hands together and slightly bowed in thanks.
~*~
"Excuse me..." inquired Katherine to the towering man. "Yes?" he asked, exasperated, putting his hands to his hips. "I'm here to board the ship," she stated firmly. He began to laugh a hearty laugh, bending back down to finish the knot he tied to the crate. "I'm not joking!" she protested, throwing a lock of curly hair back. "Listen, sweetheart," he said, giving the rope a tug, "A ships no place for a woman, especially not a young lass as yeself," another chuckle escaped from his throat, "A woman joining a crew, that'll be the day!" he mused to himself as the crate was lifted up by the tugging of three men on deck. "Well!" she huffed and turned to leave, "We'll see about that now won't we," she spoke under her breath and walked off.
~*~ As she came to the gangplank, which led back to shore, she glanced back at the ship. A few sailors shuffled around on deck, shouting to one another, but all those who were on dock before had gone. This was her golden opportunity. She ran in a sprint back to the dock before the ship. She searched for a way abroad - none to her eyes. As she looked around in a worry, she noticed a small wooden window, propped open about 9 feet up the length of the ship. Jumping wouldn't do, no, not at all. A loud shout caused her to jump from her skin and stifle a yelp. She looked about and saw a rope lying by it's lonesome on the dock. Knotting it into a loop, she tossed it into the window, latching it onto something and pulling herself into the room. She found herself in some unoccupied quarters, smelling of old things and the sea. Taking a look out of the door, she saw a dark hallway and stairwell leading below She ran down the stairs and stumbled to the bottom, a brighter, candle-lit storeroom filled with sacks of flour, and grain, barrels of water and ale, and the large crates of rum that had been lifted on earlier. Among these were hammock strung from posts, swaying slightly in the calm waves. As she looked about, she suddenly felt her bloody freeze when she spotted a man asleep on one of the hammocks. She looked around, trying to find a way out or something to hide behind. "There's no use hiding love," said the man from the hammock, breaking the silence of the room and creaking wood. He hadn't gotten up but still had his hat over his eyes. "You..." she spoke softly, "You aren't going to report me, are you?" she asked, unsure of the man's intentions. "Me?" he asked, sitting up and pushing the hat up off of his face, "Now why would I do that, lass? Of all me time at the sea one lesson I've learned is that women are not such bad luck aboard a ship," he said, giving her a golden smile. She smiled back, for some reason, trusting the man. "Now what be your name love?" he asked, while studying her carefully. "Tell me your name, and then I will tell you mine" she bargained. "Me name be Smith. Colin Smith," said Jack. "I'm Katherine, nice to meet you Mr. Smith," she said, "And thank you," she added. "No problem lass, now the only matter is that ye have to hide untill I tell ye to come out," he said. "Ok, Mr. Smith I'll do it, I'll do anything to stay aboard," she said. "Well then go hide," he said winking. Katherine gave him a simple smile as she walked off to hide.
~*~
Jack fumbled around in the dark, tripping about and mumbling a few curses all while trying to find the young girl. He held his hands out in front of him, felling around for anything he may bump into. The swaying room was mostly lit by the moon, but certain corners remained in shadow. His hands entwined themselves in a stringy mess, it felt like hair, most likely... was. Katherine let out a small yelp as Jack pulled on her hair. Untangling his hands from her brown hair, he found her shoulders and shook her in attempt to wake her, placing a hand over her mouth - even though she squirmed about, quite awake. She looked up to see Jack staring down, down at her with deep brown eyes. "It's just me love," he said in a soft whisper, smirking at her. As they quietly spoke, a crewmember listened in to their conversation. "Come with me love," said Jack with a nod of the head, slowly letting his hand slip from her mouth She stood up, shaking off her clothes, watching dust fly about. "Is it safe?" she asked her voice not going above a whisper as she approached Jack's hammock. "Aye, it's safe," replied Jack, shaking his head, narrowing his eyes. "You sure?" asked Katherine wanting to be reassured. "Would I lie to ye, lass?" asked Jack, smiling. His smile wouldn't have been visible had if not from the light of the moon that reflected off his gold teeth. "So what are we to do if and when the captain finds out?" she asked, feeling unsafe, still. "Aye that may pose as a problem," said Jack. "Yes indeed" an unfamiliar voice rang out from the dark room, "It may pose as a problem."
Well we hope you guys liked the chapter. Please review! We also hope you guys had a great holiday!
Hey Vxangelkissxv & Jack's Pirate Girl here, and we're bringing you guys a co-written fanfic, but before we move on let's get the disclaimer out of the way.
Disclaimer: Neither of us owns Pirates Of The Caribbean, we do however own our Pirates DVD's. Jack's Pirate Girl: Oh and a Jack Sparrow Poster. Vxangelkissxv: Oh! And I will own a Jack Sparrow cardboard cutout for my birthday! Well we hope you guys like the chapter. If you want more please review!
The messy-haired girl looked around the pitch-black room, feeling salty tears race down her cheeks. The valve within her chest pumped blood about her body with full force, making her head spin and a cold sweat continue to stream from her pores. She noticed a small beam of light cast about the floor from a crack in the wooden shutters over the windows.
Without much thought about it, she walked stiffly towards the window, casting open the shutters to meet a bright night sky. A single ship was docked in the port below and a few lonely souls sulked around the city.
~*~ I remember that night, that horrible figure, a cloaked shadow of a man, like a panther stalking its prey before pouncing. My mother, her eyes so round and horrified. The man, that mysterious man, had gripped her throat, squeezing so hard! Her breath sounded like the death of a small animal, and it only got worse. He held a knife above her neck, in an almost sacrificial manor! It shone in a quick flash, a glint of light, but that was soon gone and the blade was suddenly dripping in the blood of my mother. The sound of her slow death caused my stomach to lurch and my back to curl in a moment of horror. Her breath remained short and strained as she clawed helplessly at the ground until all stopped and the night was still and innocent again. That image, that mind-troubling image hung heavy in my head... My mother, a lady of the night, was dead and all I could see were her eyes open, empty, devoid of a soul. Her once beautiful eyes now staring up into the sky with no more emotion or feeling. The warm sticky blood now pooled around her body, the gasps for breath now gone. I was so afraid that I only stood there like a helpless child. A child now without a mother.
~*~
Katherine awoke breathing heavily. Sweat beaded on her brow as well as her whole body, matting down her clothes upon her slim figure. Her creamy milky skin paler than usual. This was the third night she'd had this dream. The terrible dream that always returned the horrible scene of her mother's death and projected into her mind. She walked over her mirror her feet padding lightly over the cold hardwood floor. Looking at her reflection she noticed her face was flushed of all color. Her bright rosy cheeks were now pale, pale like a fresh blossoming orchid covered with misty dew. Her hair highlighted with light brown streaks seemed to glow from the light of the eerie moon that projected shadows through her window. She had gained her father's eyes and her mother's hair. Her eyes were a piercing green color and her hair a dark brown, now lighted by the Caribbean sun. She looked once again towards her reflection before turning away. Instead of going back to sleep and returning to her horrible dream she turned towards her drawer. Word had gotten out that Jack Sparrow had killed her mother. The only family she had that was dear to her. She rummaged through her drawer and pulled out a dagger, the dagger that the navy had found at the crime scene. She had kept it for an unknown reason to her but now it seemed to come in handy. She walked briskly over to her closet and pulled out a knapsack within the knapsack she placed the dagger. This dagger she would use to kill Jack Sparrow. She dressed herself quickly in one of the lightest dresses she had. The last thing she took was some money she may need, and a locket that held her mom's picture. "Jack Sparrow, beware for I'm coming for you," she said as she went out the door of her room and ran down the steps. She opened the door with a small creak and shut it silently behind her.
~*~ Jack slid behind one of the crumbling buildings. Since word had somehow gotten out that he had murdered a woman he had never heard of he had to be careful about who saw him. Mostly everyone thought he was innocent, in Tortuga that was, but some doubted the Captain's word. He went around like a sly fox finding a way to get away from Tortuga's noisy pubs and hotels. He slicked around for awhile. From the places he'd been in Tortuga he'd heard that the navy was coming hunting for him. Jack knew he had many-an enemy, but stooping so low, what honorable pirate would do such a thing? Jack knew of no one he had been cruel to... lately. As Jack was deep in thought he hadn't noticed the white sails coming up. But as he looked up he saw them clearly the navy was now here and he was their target.
~*~
The doors opened noisily and slammed against the walls loudly, knocking some of the paintings that tried to make the tavern more decorative. "What ye be wantin?" asked a burly man from behind the bar, a sly grin was curled across his lips. "We'll be looking for a pirate," replied the stuffy Norrington with a sneer. A roar of laughter erupted from the tavern, causing Norrington and his men to look about.
"Which Pirate in particular ye be lookin for?" asked the bartender leaning over the rotting wooden bar, still chuckling. "Jack Sparrow," said Norrington with the utmost of disgust in his voice.
"Well, he not be here..." Piped up a man at one table, "He ain't in Tortuga."
"How are we to know you're telling the truth?" asked Norrington, his brow furrowing. "Ye callin me a liar?!" asked the man as he stood up with great intimidation, towering over Norrington. Not physically, but psychologically. "Well, then" stammered Norrington, "I see that our business is not in this tavern..." he turned his back, readying to leave, but he quickly swished around, "That is if you really are telling the truth," he added with a smirk.
"Come men," he ordered his group of soldiers, "We won't find who we want here."
"I ain't finished with ye yet!" said the now angry man who still stood in front of Norrington, spitting off to the side as he rolled up his sleeves.
~*~
Jack creeped around behind a noisy pub. He'd dashed out the back of the tavern when a gang of red-clad soldiers came rushing in behind a blue dressed, and quite ruffled Norrington. He was someone you could always trust to be involved in matters that concerned Jack. As Jack peered around the alleyway to make a dash towards the docks, many-a cheering drunkard could be heard from within the dimly lit tavern. Jack supposed there was a fight going on inside, although what it really was, he could only imagine, but couldn't really care at the time. Jack made a hasty mad dash towards the dock where earlier he'd heard that there was a merchant trading ship that was going to leave dock around this time. As he approached the dock, he tipped his hat over his eyes and lowered his head into shadow in an attempt to conceal his identity. His boots thumped heavily on the wood with every step he took until he finally reached the ship. A scrawny man, younger than Jack but older than Will Turner, approached the fugitive pirate, while wrapping a rope around his biceps and palm and his stringy blond hair hung in his eyes. "What be yer business?" asked the man, throwing the rope beside a post on the dock. "I'll be needing to speak with your captain," said Jack simply, looking up for a moment at the man. "We'll be setting sail in a little under an hour. What be yer business with the Captain?" he inquired further and looked up at Jack who quickly looked down, pulling the hat down on his face. "To state me business, savvy?" replied Jack. "Alright," sighed the man, "Then follow me," he took off up a gangplank leading to the deck of the ship.
~*~ Katherine walked down the docks nervously, swishing her dark hair over her shoulders. She prayed that there was a ship docked in the port on that night. She heard of none being in port and saw nothing in the darkness. Her heart was begining to sink, when she walked down the final plank leading to the last set of docks. Suddenly she spotted a single ship loading up, readying itself to depart. She approached this ship, poking her head in front of a crewmember that busied himself, roping together a few crates marked "RUM"
~*~
The Captain looked over Jack smugly. He seemed to dislike Jack, but he did find some of Jack's remarks rather amusing. "Have you come to yer decision yet?" asked Jack impatiently. The bearded man looked at Jack with a cocked eyebrow. "Captain," added Jack, flashing a cheeky smile. "Well it seems as though you have skill Mr...?" he looked at him with question. After a long pause Jack's eyes widened in realization that the man was asking for his name. "Oh," he stammered, "...Smith," he said, again, flashing a smile of approval. "Well I suppose..." mused the captain to himself, "Right... Welcome aboard The Neptune, Mr. Smith," he said, smiling. "My thanks, captain...?" said Jack, as if asking the bearded man's name. "Plourde" he said simply, "Now, you may retire below deck. Tomorrow the work begins," said the captain. Jack clasped his hands together and slightly bowed in thanks.
~*~
"Excuse me..." inquired Katherine to the towering man. "Yes?" he asked, exasperated, putting his hands to his hips. "I'm here to board the ship," she stated firmly. He began to laugh a hearty laugh, bending back down to finish the knot he tied to the crate. "I'm not joking!" she protested, throwing a lock of curly hair back. "Listen, sweetheart," he said, giving the rope a tug, "A ships no place for a woman, especially not a young lass as yeself," another chuckle escaped from his throat, "A woman joining a crew, that'll be the day!" he mused to himself as the crate was lifted up by the tugging of three men on deck. "Well!" she huffed and turned to leave, "We'll see about that now won't we," she spoke under her breath and walked off.
~*~ As she came to the gangplank, which led back to shore, she glanced back at the ship. A few sailors shuffled around on deck, shouting to one another, but all those who were on dock before had gone. This was her golden opportunity. She ran in a sprint back to the dock before the ship. She searched for a way abroad - none to her eyes. As she looked around in a worry, she noticed a small wooden window, propped open about 9 feet up the length of the ship. Jumping wouldn't do, no, not at all. A loud shout caused her to jump from her skin and stifle a yelp. She looked about and saw a rope lying by it's lonesome on the dock. Knotting it into a loop, she tossed it into the window, latching it onto something and pulling herself into the room. She found herself in some unoccupied quarters, smelling of old things and the sea. Taking a look out of the door, she saw a dark hallway and stairwell leading below She ran down the stairs and stumbled to the bottom, a brighter, candle-lit storeroom filled with sacks of flour, and grain, barrels of water and ale, and the large crates of rum that had been lifted on earlier. Among these were hammock strung from posts, swaying slightly in the calm waves. As she looked about, she suddenly felt her bloody freeze when she spotted a man asleep on one of the hammocks. She looked around, trying to find a way out or something to hide behind. "There's no use hiding love," said the man from the hammock, breaking the silence of the room and creaking wood. He hadn't gotten up but still had his hat over his eyes. "You..." she spoke softly, "You aren't going to report me, are you?" she asked, unsure of the man's intentions. "Me?" he asked, sitting up and pushing the hat up off of his face, "Now why would I do that, lass? Of all me time at the sea one lesson I've learned is that women are not such bad luck aboard a ship," he said, giving her a golden smile. She smiled back, for some reason, trusting the man. "Now what be your name love?" he asked, while studying her carefully. "Tell me your name, and then I will tell you mine" she bargained. "Me name be Smith. Colin Smith," said Jack. "I'm Katherine, nice to meet you Mr. Smith," she said, "And thank you," she added. "No problem lass, now the only matter is that ye have to hide untill I tell ye to come out," he said. "Ok, Mr. Smith I'll do it, I'll do anything to stay aboard," she said. "Well then go hide," he said winking. Katherine gave him a simple smile as she walked off to hide.
~*~
Jack fumbled around in the dark, tripping about and mumbling a few curses all while trying to find the young girl. He held his hands out in front of him, felling around for anything he may bump into. The swaying room was mostly lit by the moon, but certain corners remained in shadow. His hands entwined themselves in a stringy mess, it felt like hair, most likely... was. Katherine let out a small yelp as Jack pulled on her hair. Untangling his hands from her brown hair, he found her shoulders and shook her in attempt to wake her, placing a hand over her mouth - even though she squirmed about, quite awake. She looked up to see Jack staring down, down at her with deep brown eyes. "It's just me love," he said in a soft whisper, smirking at her. As they quietly spoke, a crewmember listened in to their conversation. "Come with me love," said Jack with a nod of the head, slowly letting his hand slip from her mouth She stood up, shaking off her clothes, watching dust fly about. "Is it safe?" she asked her voice not going above a whisper as she approached Jack's hammock. "Aye, it's safe," replied Jack, shaking his head, narrowing his eyes. "You sure?" asked Katherine wanting to be reassured. "Would I lie to ye, lass?" asked Jack, smiling. His smile wouldn't have been visible had if not from the light of the moon that reflected off his gold teeth. "So what are we to do if and when the captain finds out?" she asked, feeling unsafe, still. "Aye that may pose as a problem," said Jack. "Yes indeed" an unfamiliar voice rang out from the dark room, "It may pose as a problem."
Well we hope you guys liked the chapter. Please review! We also hope you guys had a great holiday!