(AN) Yay! Another chapter! Well. I have to update fast. See how much I care about all you guys!
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Oh yeah. Don't own Sparrow…blah blah blah.
He looked at the dark lump on his floor, " Who are you and what are you doing on my ship!"
"This isn't your ship!" Meg's voice countered. "This is the Winged Stallion, the fastest ship in the Caribbean. And this sir, is not your ship."
Jack, shaken at the fact that a woman had the nerve to tell him that this was not his ship. And at the fact that there was a woman on board, but that didn't concern him as much, "This is my ship. And don't you dare to tell me otherwise again or I shall have to tell you a story." he paused not quite satisfied with his threat, "An' it's a really long story too."
"Who are you?" she asked.
Puffing with pride he answered, "I, am Captain Jack Sparrow," He gave her a mock bow and a sweep of his hat, "Emphasis on the 'Captain'" He said while looking up, "And the ship you are currently on, the Black Pearl, is indeed mine."
She scoffed, poking a hole in his pride bubble, "You're not Jack Sparrow."
He straightened, "You're right, I am Captain Jack Sparrow."
"You can't be. You're not real." Meg countered.
Frustrated, he found a match and lit it. Meg cringed at the light and waited for her eyes to adjust to it. Jack looked upon her with a quizzical eye. He had never seen someone look like her, her facial structure was not one of those found in any of his ventures, except one. Her necklace caught his eye, those markings…but back to his point, "So I'm not real am I?" He proceeded to pat down his arms, chest, face, "Well, everything seems to prove the contrary love."
She was now thoroughly confused. "Am I dreaming?"
Jack had to laugh at that, "I seriously don't think so love. That would mean you and I were having the same dream at the same time and strangely interacting with each other's dream, and that is far too complicated a plot to consider so it's going out the window...or the port hole in this case.
"Now, love, you have yet to answer one of my questions. Who are you and what are you doing on my ship?"
"Uh. My name is Megan Crenshaw." she stopped to look up at Jack, to see if he was still there. He stopped pacing abruptly, and gave her his full attention, "And why am I on your ship."
He nodded, "Yes that was my other question."
"Well, I suppose the ship I was on is the ship you were attacking and so I came onto the deck and saw the fight, almost got into one, and went to hide. I think that is where I got mixed up. I went and hid on your ship instead of the Winged Stallion."
"And what, love, were you doing on that ship? The Navy doesn't let women to come on the kinds of voyages that particular ship was on."
"That I can't tell you, Mr.." Jack cleared his throat, "Captain Sparrow." Jack raised his eyebrows, "The reason being, I don't know the answer myself."
Jack stared at her for a while, as if he could see through her and discern the truth. He seemed entranced in his search, tilting his head to the side. He snapped back so quickly it made her jump, a flash of pain appeared across his face as the match he was holding burned his fingers and went out. He lit another one and lit a candle with it. "Alright then!" he took a deep breath and a thought occurred to him, "Megan Crenshaw is it?"
"Yes"
"Well, that name is a bit too long for stay on this ship. How bout…" He trailed off, mumbling to himself, his eyes lit up, "I've got it! Megan Cren. What do you think?"
She raised her eyebrow, "Why should I change my name?"
Visibly disappointed Jack looked down, "So you don't like it." looking up now, "I hope you know, that took a lot of thought."
"Well, no." Meg felt she had to explain, before he shot her as pirates are prone to do, "It's a fine name, but…"
"Ah! There's a "but". What do you mean by that 'but' Ms. Crenshaw"
She scowled slightly, "I just don't see the point in it. That's all."
"You don't, but I do, and I am the Captain of this ship. Savvy mate?"
"Fine be that way. Megan isn't what…. Did you say you are going to let me stay?"
A smile flickered across his face, but he quickly squelched it, "You'll have to work just like everyone else on this ship. Even though you are a woman. Say, how old are you?"
"Seventeen."
"Hmmmm…I'll tell the crew to keep distance."
She gave him a quizzical look and he rolled his eyes, "I'll tell them to treat you like you're their daughter."
"Oh." She got a visual and squirmed, "Thanks."
He reached out for her hand, "C'mon love."
"What?"
"I have to introduce you to the crew."
"Oh. Alright." She said while reaching up for his hand. She grimaced in pain from pushing on her right hand to get up.
"What's that love?"
"Oh," She thought hurriedly for an excuse. She'd tell him later, maybe, "I just got burned, that's all."
"Let me have a look." He reached for her other hand, and looked it over and saw bleeding flesh, oozing puss, "You got burned alright. I'll have someone patch this up for you and then I'll introduce you to me crew, savvy?"
"Very much so. Thanks."
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Jack went out of his cabin and looked for Andrew, "Crenshaw, I haven't heard of that name in a very long time. Can't say that I miss it much." He stopped and looked around. Andrew was still at the helm. A short and rather round pirate scurried past him. "You! Sailor!…uh…" He snapped his fingers trying to think, "…Pig Toed Pete!"
The pirate turned and jiggled back to him, "Just call me Pig Cap'n."
"Right. Pig." Jack looked the man over again. Well, it suited him, "Do you know how to steer a ship?"
Pig looked at Jack like he was daft, "Yes sir."
Jack nodded, "Alright then." Jack gave an anxious sigh, "Take the helm, keep her steady, and tell Andrew the Cap'n needs to see him."
"Aye sir." and with that Pig wobbled away.
"You better move fatter, uh faster than that, or we'll be havin' pork tonight." It was an interesting sight to see that much fat jiggle that fast.
Moments later Andrew came with a worried look, "Jack, Pig just took the helm."
Jack looked toward the helm and smiled. Pig was just barely tall enough to reach the pegs, "Aye, I know."
"So what was so urgent?"
Jack's smile faded, "I need your help with something." Jack walked toward his cabin and motioned for Andrew to follow.
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Meg tried to look around the cabin with the little light she had from the candle Jack had lit earlier. It wasn't quite as neat and orderly as Captain Royal's, but it worked. A little cluttered in places with maps and half empty bottles of rum. Her makeshift dress was starting to bother her. All the layers didn't allow for much air circulation. Her silk gown was still on board the Winged Stallion.
What happened to that ship?
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Captain Royal fumed, "What do you mean we can't move!"
The marine flinched, "Well, Sir, y-you see, I, uh."
"No I don't see! What, did he destroy every rudder, every sail, every bed sheet we have?"
"Y-Yes Sir."
Captain Royal grabbed the marine's shirt collar, pushed him against the bulkhead, and lifted the sailor off the ground, "AAAAHHHHHHH!!!" He dropped the sailor and regained his composure, straightening the invisible wrinkles in his uniform. "Supplies?"
His Lieutenant answered from behind him, "We have enough to eat comfortably for about a month sir."
"Minimum rations for everyone." He turned to the sailor still on the ground, "Check everything again."
After the sailor scurried out of the room, the Lieutenant turned to Captain Royal, "How long will it take the search parties to find us?"
He turned around to face his Lieutenant, his expression grim, "There's a search party?"
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Meg continued to look the cabin over, finding…interesting articles of clothing she seriously didn't think Jack would be enough nimble enough to fit in. She picked up another one and arched her eyebrow, it might as well have been strategically placed rope.
Something fell and she jumped, dropping the…rope. It was the sphere. This must have been what Jack was after. She looked at it feeling drawn to it. She bent down, longing to touch it, to hold it, to protect it. Her eyes glazed over and she crept into a trance-like state. Her hand inched toward it with her fingers outstretched. Her necklace began to glow.
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"Jack, you're really start'n to worry me." Andrew said while following Jack to his cabin.
Jack stopped at the door and turned to Andrew, "Andrew, there is something in my cabin that is to remain in that room until I give the word." He gave Andrew a stern look, making sure he understood, and he gave a nod.
Jack took a deep breath, "'Ere we go." and he pushed through the door.
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"Almost." She whispered. The light was now congregating to the bottom of her necklace. Her hand barely grazed the surface of the sphere when Jack opened he door. She jerked her hand away and straightened up, pulling her hands behind her. Her face looked somewhat less than innocent.
Jack, a little more than curious, looked down at the floor. And smiled. He walked over and picked up the rope. "Love, if you wanted to try it on, all ye had to do was ask." he said with a wink and a smirk.
Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in shock and embarrassment, "Oh!" She gave him a slap that left a red outline of her hand on his cheek, and spun him back. He caught himself on his desk.
He chuckled while rubbing his cheek, "I didn't deserve that."
"Ah! Oh yes you did!"
"Love, I was only joking, you're not my type anyway." and with that he brushed it off, leaving her with a scowl. "Oh, an' 'afore I forget. This is my first mate, Andrew Bennings," he pointed to the man standing in the doorway. "Andrew, Miss. Megan Cren."
Andrew didn't say anything. He didn't move. He seemed altogether too shocked to think.
"Um. Alright then!" Jack hurried around him and closed the door. "Ahem… Mr. Bennings!"
Andrew snapped to and looked at Jack, still obviously bewildered. "Miss. Cren has seemed to injure herself. And I have taken the liberty to volunteer you for the job."
Andrew blinked twice.
"Ok then, I'll take that as a yes. I already have all the supplies, so get to it Mr. Bennings."
(AN) Bwa ha ha ha! Another cliff hanger! Well…sort of. Hope you enjoyed lots! Sorry it's kinda short.
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