A/n: Yay next chappie and I know ya'll are sick of my apologies and just want to start reading so just go and read it. Disclaimer: I do not own nor stand to make any profit from PotC or this story. If I knew how to sew, I'd stitch stitch stitch, if I played baseball, I'd pitch pitch pitch, If I owned PotC I'd be rich rich rich! I now pop in every once in awhile, just for fun.
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You smile as Jack kisses your neck, his lips lightly lobbing (A/n: Nice alliteration, eh?) across your skin. Heavenly feeling, you wish it would never end. Suddenly (there's always a suddenly), the door blasts open, cracking against the wall, causing a candelabra to shatter on the floor. Jack stares at the broken glass.
"Ye broke me light" he says. You snort and Elizabeth huffs, looking surprisingly like Norrington.
"Shut up Jack, I need (you)," she says, grabbing your wrist and dragging you from the sturdy arms of a very vulnerable Jack. You lunge for the doorknob but Elizabeth drags you further. Damn her and her stupid flighty emotions!
"Noo," you whimper pitifully, giving Elizabeth your best puppy dog please-let-me-go eyes.
"No (you), I need to talk to you right now," she says forcefully. You look to the land approaching steadily.
"But why right now?" you plead. 'Stab in the dark here, we're going to talk about Will?' you think sarcastically. (A/n: The life of a pirate has penetrated your former sweetness, and sarcasm has now become your best friend and number one weapon! BWAHAHAHAHA! Thank Jack. *points to Jack* Jack: Aye, lass. Authoress: Back to the story now.) How many times have you talked about Will on this boat? Elizabeth stays in her room, Will works with the crew, the never see each other, why talk about it?
You sigh as you recognize Elizabeth's floorboards, relaxing you heels. Her room is much more elegant than your room, but that's probably because you've never actually slept in your room.
"What now Elizabeth?" you ask, trying not to sound VERY frustrated about being dragged away from a very good looking, very willing man.
"The engagement's back on."
(A/n: HA! Betcha never expected that! HA! Okay…I'll shut up now…)
-~¤~-~¤~- [Jack's P.o.v] (A/n: Yay! New p.o.v! *gets poked by muse* Okay, Okay, I'm going…)
After Elizabeth dragged 'er out, Will came in. Knowin' Will long as I have, he starts ramblin' 'bout the weddin' bein' back on (A/n: Man, how many syllables does Jack skip? Jack: Ye best not be makin' fun of me talkin' lady. *points cutlass* Authoress: He called me a lady. *sighs*). O' course I was 'appy but still annoyed at his bride for takin' the luv o' me life away.
"Bloody hell Will. Yer wife jus' took me woman," I complain and head onto deck.
"Sorry Jack, Elizabeth must have been excited," Will says.
"Why? Ye two have been engaged fer months now!" I yell. I need rum. (A/n: Yum, rum.)
"What's wrong Jack?" Will asks.
"I was…scallywags!" I yell and go back to me cabin. (A/n: *smiles malevolently* you'll never guess.)
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"He actually said that?!" you yell at Elizabeth, completely forgetting your anger.
"Yes!" Elizabeth squeals.
"How sweet!" you squeal. (A/n: She squeals, you squeal we all squeal!)
"Elizabeth, I'm sorry but I'm takin' 'er," Jack flies through the door, picks you up in his arms, and whisks you out the door. Whee!
"What is it Jack?" you ask, giggling all the way.
"I'm going to train ye, we're goin' on a raid soon, and I don't want ye stolen or yer guts all over the deck," he says fiercely. You imagine your guts all over the deck and thank whoever that you don't have to clean the deck.
"But why are we goin' on a raid, if we have enough loot?" you ask logically. You may have had to work in a bar for your whole life, but you're darn smart. Jack hands you a cutlass. (A/n: *wide eyes* Ohhh, pointy.)
Jack first teaches you the basics. You get a couple swipes on him but not enough to give him a scar. He smiles as you place the cutlass on the wooden deck and pull off your shirt, showing off your newly flattened abdomen, leaving on a thin undershirt. All this work sure is helping you physically, plus it makes your bust look bigger. (A/n: I know it makes you sound all over confident, but you deserve to have more self confidence, especially with miss toothpick thin on the ship.)
"Ye look great" Jack says and surveys you.
"Thanks Jack" you respond, blushing slightly.
"LAND HO!" you hear Mr. Green yell from the crow's nest. You've even got all the names down pat.
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"Finally, solid ground," you nearly kiss the dirt beneath your feet.
"What, ye don't like me ship?" Jack asks, wrapping his arm around your waist, as you survey Port Royal again.
"No, it's just nice to be able to walk without feeling the floor move beneath you," you say.
"Aye, it is nice sometimes, but I prefer the ocean," he says.
"Freedom" you say quietly. He kisses you deeply and slips a large bag of coins into your hand.
"Just in case ye find somethin' ye like, I'll be around," he says very mysteriously and walks off, you examine his butt. He has a great butt; you note quietly to yourself and walk into Port Royal.
First on the list:
1) Get new clothes, preferably dresses so no ugly men decide to mistake you as a pirate.
2) Get some jewelry.
3) Buy Jack a new hat, he had lost his in Isle De Muerta and decided it wasn't worth the trip back (which was odd because he loved that hat).
4) Find something for Gibbs, just as a thank you for telling you the rules of the pirates code, all 119 of 'em.
You stop there. First, the clothes. Money jingling merrily in your pocket, you head into a small shop filled with gorgeous dresses.
"Excuse me, could I get some help?" you ask a very nice looking lady. She looks you over, snorts, and walks away. You look offended.
"Oh, dear, never mind her, she'll soon be fired," a nice elderly looking lady whisks you into the racks of dresses.
"Hello" you say "I'm (you)."
"Hello dear, you don't mind if I call you dear? I'm Mrs. Callahan, I own the shop," she says, bringing you to a section all devoted to your size. You break down crying.
"Oh, dearie, what's the matter?" Mrs. Callahan asks you.
"It's just, I've never had, any pretty dresses, and no one, has ever been, very nice, to me," you sob.
"Oh, it's all right, you pick any dress and I'll give you a great price," she says and smiles at you in a grandmotherly way. You smile slightly back. Okay, maybe it was a bit mean to fool the old lady but if it got the job done, you were fine. You're a pirate now. Take what you can, give nothing back.
"Thank you" you say, graciously bowing to show your thankfulness.
"Dear, don't bow, you're not a man, curtsey."
"How do you curtsey?" you ask. Mrs. Callahan holds her hand to her forehead.
"Oh dear, I have so much to teach you."
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A/n: Okay, I'll continue soon, I'm just so excited to get this chapter posted!