**Disclaimer: I don't own PotC- except on DVD *chortle* Ahem. Well, folks, I've so terribly sorry to make you wait for these chapters. November was full of horrendous papers for Lit. Theory and Greek Poetry etc... I got swamped, then I was really sick from Dec. 6th to the 26th! You can catch the icky details at my livejournal ;-) Anyhoo, I thought that there was something wrong with this story... I've come to think the idea is a little improbable- a good challenge but I had... briefly, concidered dropping the whole thing. I won't do that. Rest assured. In fact, I think I'll be taking more risks from now on, since this is my first serious fic. I need to stretch my writing muscles and try to sober up my muse... So, to the individual responces!
Rae Roberts: Well... we all know how blurred the time frame for PotC is. I mean, it should be in the 1600's but the clothes- and the music (Norrington's ceremony)- is definately late 1700's. I was thinking that Jack had some knowledge of the Civil War in England- Charles being the King they beheaded before the theocracy. I'm not too sure when Bonny Charlie was... in the 1600's for sure, a little earlier than the war?
ErinRua: That review was so amazing that it may have saved the life of this fic, in fact. Yes, I thought that it was getting rather bogged down, but I'm newly dedicated to doing better (in my mind) in the upcoming chapters, as I get better at this- hopefully ;-) I can always go back and revise! Thanks for the support. *hugs*
One last thing- I wrote chapters 8-10 in one go (more or less). Can you tell? Hm. There's going to be a quiz on this later ;-)
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Jack found his way back to what was now his cabin. It was a strange feeling, but less than he had imagined. He threw back the door and saw Alex and Tom had been waiting for him. They sat on the lower bunk and looked serious and grim. Jack waved to them.
"I'm still here, captain didn't throw me to the sharks," Tom looked at him sidelong. "We had a little talk. I'm stayin'." The two men sighed and walked over to Jack.
"Welcome to the crew Mr. Sparrow," said Alex.
"Jackie, well done. Charmed the ol' man on 'is first day!" Tom patted his shoulder. "Aye, I knew there were a privateer in there somewhere. A natural y'are." Jack climbed up into the higher bunk and leaned against his elbow. "Gettin' bold as brass as well!"
"What'ye mean?" said Jack, rolling the scabbard of his new sword in his hand.
"Look at 'im!" said Tom to Alex. "Taken in to see the captain an' 'e's all 'we had a little talk' says 'e!" The two looked with disbelief at Jack. "That is passing strange. What are you that talkin' wi' a captain's no new thing? I'd wet myself talkin' te the ol' man in his own cabin, aye!" They all laughed, but none more than Jack.
"Perhaps I remind him of someone from them books of his," said Jack with a smirk. "I have a lot of charisma, so I do, Mr. McCory." Tom laughed. "I do!" said Jack with mock indignation.
"Aye, yer somethin' Mr. Sparrow," said Alex with a shrug. "Not sure what exactly, not yet anyways!" He rolled his eyes. "Heaven help us! We've got Mr. Sparrow onboard! What' ll become of us now?" There was a knock at the door. "Come in," said Alex. A swarthy young man stuck his head in the door.
"Mr. Sparrow?" Jack nodded. The man stuck a thumb into the passage. "To do below. Heard the cap'n gave you the sign. 'S all in yer honour." Jack's eyes widened, he grinned as he swung himself down from bunk. He tried not to give him a funny look but it was hard not to think of how just a few hours ago he had tired to jump ship, and now he was invited to a bit of diversion with a crew of privateers, himself one. He nodded to the young man. "Aye, Alex, Tom," he nodded at each before turning back.
"Don't," said Tom warily. "Don't let it get to yer head, boy." Alex smirked. "Aye, lads below just want to nick into the rum s'all," he gave Jack a cavalier look. He followed Jack and Tom out of the cabin.
Rae Roberts: Well... we all know how blurred the time frame for PotC is. I mean, it should be in the 1600's but the clothes- and the music (Norrington's ceremony)- is definately late 1700's. I was thinking that Jack had some knowledge of the Civil War in England- Charles being the King they beheaded before the theocracy. I'm not too sure when Bonny Charlie was... in the 1600's for sure, a little earlier than the war?
ErinRua: That review was so amazing that it may have saved the life of this fic, in fact. Yes, I thought that it was getting rather bogged down, but I'm newly dedicated to doing better (in my mind) in the upcoming chapters, as I get better at this- hopefully ;-) I can always go back and revise! Thanks for the support. *hugs*
One last thing- I wrote chapters 8-10 in one go (more or less). Can you tell? Hm. There's going to be a quiz on this later ;-)
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Jack found his way back to what was now his cabin. It was a strange feeling, but less than he had imagined. He threw back the door and saw Alex and Tom had been waiting for him. They sat on the lower bunk and looked serious and grim. Jack waved to them.
"I'm still here, captain didn't throw me to the sharks," Tom looked at him sidelong. "We had a little talk. I'm stayin'." The two men sighed and walked over to Jack.
"Welcome to the crew Mr. Sparrow," said Alex.
"Jackie, well done. Charmed the ol' man on 'is first day!" Tom patted his shoulder. "Aye, I knew there were a privateer in there somewhere. A natural y'are." Jack climbed up into the higher bunk and leaned against his elbow. "Gettin' bold as brass as well!"
"What'ye mean?" said Jack, rolling the scabbard of his new sword in his hand.
"Look at 'im!" said Tom to Alex. "Taken in to see the captain an' 'e's all 'we had a little talk' says 'e!" The two looked with disbelief at Jack. "That is passing strange. What are you that talkin' wi' a captain's no new thing? I'd wet myself talkin' te the ol' man in his own cabin, aye!" They all laughed, but none more than Jack.
"Perhaps I remind him of someone from them books of his," said Jack with a smirk. "I have a lot of charisma, so I do, Mr. McCory." Tom laughed. "I do!" said Jack with mock indignation.
"Aye, yer somethin' Mr. Sparrow," said Alex with a shrug. "Not sure what exactly, not yet anyways!" He rolled his eyes. "Heaven help us! We've got Mr. Sparrow onboard! What' ll become of us now?" There was a knock at the door. "Come in," said Alex. A swarthy young man stuck his head in the door.
"Mr. Sparrow?" Jack nodded. The man stuck a thumb into the passage. "To do below. Heard the cap'n gave you the sign. 'S all in yer honour." Jack's eyes widened, he grinned as he swung himself down from bunk. He tried not to give him a funny look but it was hard not to think of how just a few hours ago he had tired to jump ship, and now he was invited to a bit of diversion with a crew of privateers, himself one. He nodded to the young man. "Aye, Alex, Tom," he nodded at each before turning back.
"Don't," said Tom warily. "Don't let it get to yer head, boy." Alex smirked. "Aye, lads below just want to nick into the rum s'all," he gave Jack a cavalier look. He followed Jack and Tom out of the cabin.