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Oh, and I'm so sorry for the spelling errors. Damn spell check broke, or uninstalled or something. Sob. Left with my own brain :(
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Bonny found herself at the docks, just a little before sunrise. The sky had a sweet golden glow along the horizon, and there was a fresh breeze lifting the sails. The was no movement exept for the rats; everyone was still sleeping over the night before. Wrinkling her nose, she scanned the ships for something Captain Jack Sparrow might own. Something battered, she supposed, with an uncared for look.
"Hey!" A young voice yelled from below a wooden walkway. Bonny walked over and glanced down. A young boy in a rowing boat grinned up at her through a map of acne.
"Would you be the Bonny lass the captain sent me for?"
Scowling, she pointed out her name was Bonny, and she probably was.
She climbed carefully down the rope ladder, making sure to drop her bag on the boys head, and tried to get a seat without the small boat tipping.
"Is this it?" She frowned.
The boy burst out laughing. "No! Ya hardly think this is a pirate ship do ye? The ship is moored up the coast. Tha' don't let pirates dock ye know."
She glared at him, waiting for him to start rowing.
The boy noticed and laughed again.
"The Captain said you had to row. To prepare yerself for the work like."
Fixing him with a dangerous look she said "Oh did he now?"
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Gibbs watched the boats approach with a cross expression. The boat had made slow progress; the cabin boys arms were tired.
"Are ye sure ye know what yer doin' Captain?" he asked for the third time.
Jack wore an amused expression as he watched the girl climb on board. He planted a boot on the rail and turned to his first mate.
"Have I ever let you down Gibbsy?"
His mouth quirked when Gibbs let a volley of curses. "We'll find out soon enough," he muttered darkly and went to join the newcomers.
Jack allowed himself a self-satisfied smirk, patted some dust off his sleeves, tipped his hat to a jaunty angle, and inhaled deeply.
"Get to work ye scabberous dawgs!!"
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Bonny stayed well back from the crew, trying not to feel intimidated by the vastness of the ship and the sleek efficiency of the crew.
The Black Pearl was beautiful, even she had to admit it. The huge billowing sails toward above her. She had to keep a hand on the rail to keep from feeling dizzy.
The stout bad-tempered sailor called Gibbs had taken her bag, scowling a little at the weight.
"Ye'll have a cabin to yerself," he said with a grimace. "Don't want you distractin' the crew."
She shrugged, secretly quite relieved, but unwilling to show a pirate thanks.
"And ye'll be working 'ere. This aint no pleasure cruise."
"Wouldn't dream of it," she said in her sweetest voice. "Never been on one."
He growled in way of an agreement and left.
She glanced at Jack. He looked in his element, enjoying every creak and billow of the sails. Every splash of spray, every bite of the wind.
He stood, feet apart, and braced against the wheel. His hair and coat streamed behind him, his face tilted, eyes closed. He wore a lopsided grin, looking like he hadn't a care in the world.
That was when she felt it. The slight spark of guilt- the realisation that she would be the one who ended it for him- for them. To destroy the pearl.
Shaking her head, she ordered herself to forget it. She had herself to think of-any one of these pirates would sell her out for a farthing.
Plus, it had already been done. The commadore had been informed, his plan was in motion. Why should she feel sorry for a bunch of cut-throat pirates?
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An hour later and any vestige of sympathy had evaporated in the intense heat. 'Swabbin' the decks' was obviously the job (punishment) they saved for any newcomers. Struggling with the sleeves of her gown, she pushed them as far up her arm as they would go. Her skirts were soaking. The person who bought this dress had obviously not taken into account her height.
Head aching from the sun and shoulders screaming she cursed that she had ever gotten into this mess. Madam Molly had never bothered to make her clean- that had been a blessing at least. But now she wished she had done more manual labour, than skulking about the streets.
"Eh, sorry miss?" The cabin-boy was quite afraid of her now. Bonny smothered a grin. He handed her a jug of water and stammered," Cap'n said you'd want this."
She glanced up at Jack. He gave her an amused nod. Glancing away, she downed the jug in one, spilling most down her dress.
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Tee hee, thanks to all the reviewers, I love you guys!!! Does happy dance.
More coming soon...
Oh, and I'm so sorry for the spelling errors. Damn spell check broke, or uninstalled or something. Sob. Left with my own brain :(
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Bonny found herself at the docks, just a little before sunrise. The sky had a sweet golden glow along the horizon, and there was a fresh breeze lifting the sails. The was no movement exept for the rats; everyone was still sleeping over the night before. Wrinkling her nose, she scanned the ships for something Captain Jack Sparrow might own. Something battered, she supposed, with an uncared for look.
"Hey!" A young voice yelled from below a wooden walkway. Bonny walked over and glanced down. A young boy in a rowing boat grinned up at her through a map of acne.
"Would you be the Bonny lass the captain sent me for?"
Scowling, she pointed out her name was Bonny, and she probably was.
She climbed carefully down the rope ladder, making sure to drop her bag on the boys head, and tried to get a seat without the small boat tipping.
"Is this it?" She frowned.
The boy burst out laughing. "No! Ya hardly think this is a pirate ship do ye? The ship is moored up the coast. Tha' don't let pirates dock ye know."
She glared at him, waiting for him to start rowing.
The boy noticed and laughed again.
"The Captain said you had to row. To prepare yerself for the work like."
Fixing him with a dangerous look she said "Oh did he now?"
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Gibbs watched the boats approach with a cross expression. The boat had made slow progress; the cabin boys arms were tired.
"Are ye sure ye know what yer doin' Captain?" he asked for the third time.
Jack wore an amused expression as he watched the girl climb on board. He planted a boot on the rail and turned to his first mate.
"Have I ever let you down Gibbsy?"
His mouth quirked when Gibbs let a volley of curses. "We'll find out soon enough," he muttered darkly and went to join the newcomers.
Jack allowed himself a self-satisfied smirk, patted some dust off his sleeves, tipped his hat to a jaunty angle, and inhaled deeply.
"Get to work ye scabberous dawgs!!"
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Bonny stayed well back from the crew, trying not to feel intimidated by the vastness of the ship and the sleek efficiency of the crew.
The Black Pearl was beautiful, even she had to admit it. The huge billowing sails toward above her. She had to keep a hand on the rail to keep from feeling dizzy.
The stout bad-tempered sailor called Gibbs had taken her bag, scowling a little at the weight.
"Ye'll have a cabin to yerself," he said with a grimace. "Don't want you distractin' the crew."
She shrugged, secretly quite relieved, but unwilling to show a pirate thanks.
"And ye'll be working 'ere. This aint no pleasure cruise."
"Wouldn't dream of it," she said in her sweetest voice. "Never been on one."
He growled in way of an agreement and left.
She glanced at Jack. He looked in his element, enjoying every creak and billow of the sails. Every splash of spray, every bite of the wind.
He stood, feet apart, and braced against the wheel. His hair and coat streamed behind him, his face tilted, eyes closed. He wore a lopsided grin, looking like he hadn't a care in the world.
That was when she felt it. The slight spark of guilt- the realisation that she would be the one who ended it for him- for them. To destroy the pearl.
Shaking her head, she ordered herself to forget it. She had herself to think of-any one of these pirates would sell her out for a farthing.
Plus, it had already been done. The commadore had been informed, his plan was in motion. Why should she feel sorry for a bunch of cut-throat pirates?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
An hour later and any vestige of sympathy had evaporated in the intense heat. 'Swabbin' the decks' was obviously the job (punishment) they saved for any newcomers. Struggling with the sleeves of her gown, she pushed them as far up her arm as they would go. Her skirts were soaking. The person who bought this dress had obviously not taken into account her height.
Head aching from the sun and shoulders screaming she cursed that she had ever gotten into this mess. Madam Molly had never bothered to make her clean- that had been a blessing at least. But now she wished she had done more manual labour, than skulking about the streets.
"Eh, sorry miss?" The cabin-boy was quite afraid of her now. Bonny smothered a grin. He handed her a jug of water and stammered," Cap'n said you'd want this."
She glanced up at Jack. He gave her an amused nod. Glancing away, she downed the jug in one, spilling most down her dress.
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Tee hee, thanks to all the reviewers, I love you guys!!! Does happy dance.
More coming soon...