Disclaimer: Once again for the millionth time I do not own Pirates of the
Caribbean, and that includes Jack, sorry *Captain* Jack Sparrow *Sob*.
Author's note: 'Allo there! I 'ave decided that I shall continue, not that ever wasn't. I'm havin' to much fun writing this to stop. An' thank ye once again to every one that reviewed. Now on to Chapie 4.
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Last Chapie: "Captain, come 'ere quick," Gibbs shouted with concern in his voice. Jack sprinted to where Gibbs stood, followed by Christie. There in front of them was an unconscious Danny lying before the center mast. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Jack sprinted to where Gibbs stood before the main mast, Christie following right on his heels. There on the ground Jack saw his son, Danny, lying there unconscious. "Danny boy, wake up," Jack shouted as he dove onto the deck next to his son, and started to shake him like no tomorrow in hope that his son would wake up.
"Quick, some one get me some water, or somtin'," Jack yelled to the crew. They scurried about and finally some one handed Jack a bottle of rum. With out even thinking about it Jack opened the bottle and splashed some rum in Danny's face in an attempt to stir him. After Jack had done so he realized what he had just doused Danny in. "Which one o' ye idiots gave me this...," Jack fumed.
*Cough, Cough* "Aauhh..," Danny moaned.
"He's alive. Danny can you 'ere me," Jack asked forgetting all about his rant. Jack helped Danny sit up and lean against the mast. Danny was about to answer when his face changed and his eyebrows peaked with interest and question shown in his eyes.
"What is this stuff you pored on me," Danny asked sniffing his clothes. Then he licked his lips, and tasted it. "It's quite good," Danny added liking what he tasted. Jack laughed at this comment made by the ten year old.
"It's rum, an' you're not supposed to 'ave any until yer older," Jack stated a glint in his eyes. Then reality came back to Jack, he became more serious.
"Where's yer mum, an' what the bloody 'ell happened," asked Jack seriously, while noticing the bruise on Danny's cheek for the first time.
"Jesus Christ!" Danny jumped up quickly and looked around. "They took 'er. I tried to stop them, but there were to many, an'...," Danny spat out with fear in his eyes. Jack cut him off before he could finish.
" Watch the language, an' calm down. Start from the beginning, savvy," Jack said trying to get the story. "What `bout you," retorted Danny seeing how his father just swore. "That's different," answered Jack. "No, it's not," Danny argued. "Don't argue with the captain" Jack shouted, being cornered but not wanting to admit that his son was right. Danny grinned.
"I w's sitting up against the mast, eating an apple. When I hear a man's voice from behind. So, I turn around and there in front of me were a whole crew of men. The captain asked me if you were 'ome, and I called for mum. Then he teased me so I pulled my sword out and pointed it at him. The he said I was clearly your son," Danny told the story, using his hands to tell it. Jack grinned at the part that they knew it was his son. " He teased me again so I threw an apple at 'im. Then he ordered his crew after me, so I ran and fought them off me but there were to many. I ran into a dead end by accident, an they cornered me. Then mum came into the corner, between me an' them. The captain asked her why she protected me, an' she told them I was her son. Then he said sometin' bout you havin' a girl, an' mom told him an awful lie. Bout' how they would have a better chance of you rescuing her, if they took mum instead o' me."
"Probably true. Owww," Christie whispered and then yelled in pain as Jack hit her in the back of the head. Danny continued with his story until he was finished. "Then one o' the men punched me; I hit the mast and w's out."Danny sobbed exhausted, and sat back down against the mast.
"Oooohh, they hit you hard. Did the captain mention a name," Jack asked first looking at Danny's bruise then trying to figure out what to do. "Dad, I think this'll answer every thin'," Christie said handing Jack a letter she found near the mast. Jack read it, as he did his expression changed to anger and he griped the paper tightly.
"Barbosa! I'll make 'im wish he had never come back from the dead." Jack growled, then his face filled with confusion about what he had just said.
"Whoa, the one you fought in the story," Danny asked excited, then silenced by a glare from his father. "I mean, how come he's still alive," Danny asked his father changing the subject. Christie rolled her eyes.
"We'll find out soon enough. Gibbs," Jack hollered. "Yes, cap'n," responded Gibbs to his name being called. "Set a course for Port Royal, my wife has been kidnapped by Barbosa," Jack said trying to stay calm. "Aye, but why do ye want to go there," asked Gibbs. "Because, I know some people who can help," answered Jack smiling.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* About five hours later, the Black Pearl was on its way to Port Royal. Jack was at the helm steering the ship in the right direction. It was now dark out and most of the crew had gone to bed. The only other man up was the look out, sitting atop the crows' nest with a lantern.
"What ye doin' up, luv," asked Jack not even bothering to turn around. "I couldn't sleep," Christie responded while looking out into the night. "Do ye think mum's alright," Christie asked a hint of worry in her voice. "Yer mum's a force not to be reckoned with, She'll be fine," Jack assured, but in his heart felt otherwise. He knew though that he must stay positive for Danny and Christie. "Who's in Port Royal, that we be goin' to see," Christie asked curious. "It's a surprise," Jack answered with a sly grin on his face. "G'night," Christie yawned and headed down the stairs. "G'night, luv," Jack responded turning his attention back to steering.
Danny approached Christie's bed cautiously; like a predator approached it's pray. There in Christie's bed, slept Christie happily. When Danny was at the side of the bed he pulled out a pistol, pointing it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. Christie sat up with a fright. Then she looked over to see Danny smiling at her. "Ye gonna be dead when I catch ye," Christie shouted as she leapt out of bed with incredible speed. Danny was prepared to run but didn't know she would get up that fast. Christie already had her sword drawn and was catching up to Danny as they made their way up the stairs. "Dad," shouted Danny as he ran onto the deck "Fight ye coward," Christie roared furious. Gibbs tossed Danny a sword as he ran. Then Danny turned around and pointed the blade at Christie. "Ye gonna regret this," Christie taunted. "Come on, give me yer best shot," Danny retorted. The duel had begun. Danny advanced on Christie who parried with ease. He was no match for her and she knew it, it wouldn't last long. "Now, the fun begins," Christie teased grinning. At that statement Christie moved faster and with more strength. Danny parried her attack, and jumped up the steps trying to avoid Christie's sword as he went.
Jack looked on watching his kids with interest, and decided to let them battle it out. He knew sooner or later one would play dirty and corner the other, then he would intervene and tell them not to fight. He really didn't want to, but if Anamaria found out there would be hell to pay.
Now the siblings were back on the deck, Danny was ready to slash Christie's head off but she spun and his sword hit the mast. Then she grabbed a line and swung to the bow, Danny following. Christie landed on her feet just in time to see Danny coming she grinned. Christie looked around and grabed a bottle of rum and hid it behind her back. Danny was ready to lunge when she dodged and threw the bottle of rum on him and as it broke cut Danny's hand. He dropped his sword in pain. Jack figured it was a good time to intervene.
"Yer done," Jack cut in, stepping in front of them. He had to admit they were both very good, he grinned at that fact. "He started it," argued Christie glaring at Danny who returned it. "You, stop blowin' holes in my ship," Jack scolded Danny, and then turned to Christie. "You stop puttin' holes in yer brother, and why did ye halfta use a bottle o' rum," Jack scolded Christie. Then Christie walked off to the galley with a smirk on her face from her victory. First Jack helped Danny with his cut hand, and then Danny went to the bow looking out at the sunny horizon.
Jack had resumed his spot at the helm, steering the Black Pearl. Then Gibbs approached him and stood by the side of Jack. "That w's an interesting start of the day," stated Gibbs with a small smile that hung from his lips. Jack laughed and returned the smile. " They're somthin'. One can cause enough trouble to kill a man, an' the other can strike fear into a man's heart enough to make him shiver. They'll be the best pirates on the whole ocean." Jack stated looking out at the ocean, thinking about the future. "One thing I still don't get is why Christie used the rum to throw at Danny, that was a good bottle too," Jack mourned at the loss of his bottle, while Gibbs listened smiling.
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The Grave Revenge rocked in the ocean, moving to the movement of the waves. On board the crew was busy at work. They were preparing the meal of their captain and his guest, more like prisoner. In the dinning room, Brabosa and Anamaria sat at the table which was being filled with a banquet of food. Barbaosa sat on the windowsill while Anamaria sat crossly in a chair. "Eat somthin'. You must be hungary," Barbosa stated. Anamaria spit at his feet. Brabosa's expression turned to anger. "You better 'ave more respect for me, cause Jack's not around to save ye," Barbosa grinned as he thought of the torture he would use. He finally saw that she wouldn't eat. "Pintel, Ragetti," Barbosa hollered. Two pirates came in upon hearing their names. "Take 'er back to the brige," Barbosa ordered as he left the room with his pet monkey Jack on his shoulder. Pintel and Ragetti draged a fighting Anamaria to the brig. "Here we are popit. In ye go," Pintel said as they tossed Anamaria into a cell. When the two pirates were gone Anamaria picked her self up off the dirty floor. The she sat on the bench and looked out the porthole. The ocean was calm and there was a beautiful sunset. As Anamaria looked out at this sight, her mind thought about Jack, and the kids. She wondered if they knew where she was, and if they were coming. Well she knew Jack would rescue her, because if he didn't there would be a certain Captain that would be in pain when she found him. Anamaria also knew that this method was not necessary, because they loved each other. After a bit another thought came to her. How were her kids, did they kill each other. This made her worry. With their personalities one would end up dead if they were left alone, she hoped her husband wasn't that stupid, although if he had rum there wasn't a chance.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* How was the chapter, please review and let me know if something is missing. It feels so good to read reviews, so please make my day. An' once again thank you to every one that has reviewed since Chapter 1. So , here is their prize, a bottle o' rum. *Hands out bottles of rum*
Jack: "Can I get some, luv? After all Christie broke one o' me good bottles."
Christie: "No, Danny did. I just threw it."
Danny: "No, it's your fault!"
*The siblings both start fist fighting*
Jack: "Why me?"
Me: "Here, ye need it, for more is to come." *evil laugh*
Author's note: 'Allo there! I 'ave decided that I shall continue, not that ever wasn't. I'm havin' to much fun writing this to stop. An' thank ye once again to every one that reviewed. Now on to Chapie 4.
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Last Chapie: "Captain, come 'ere quick," Gibbs shouted with concern in his voice. Jack sprinted to where Gibbs stood, followed by Christie. There in front of them was an unconscious Danny lying before the center mast. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Jack sprinted to where Gibbs stood before the main mast, Christie following right on his heels. There on the ground Jack saw his son, Danny, lying there unconscious. "Danny boy, wake up," Jack shouted as he dove onto the deck next to his son, and started to shake him like no tomorrow in hope that his son would wake up.
"Quick, some one get me some water, or somtin'," Jack yelled to the crew. They scurried about and finally some one handed Jack a bottle of rum. With out even thinking about it Jack opened the bottle and splashed some rum in Danny's face in an attempt to stir him. After Jack had done so he realized what he had just doused Danny in. "Which one o' ye idiots gave me this...," Jack fumed.
*Cough, Cough* "Aauhh..," Danny moaned.
"He's alive. Danny can you 'ere me," Jack asked forgetting all about his rant. Jack helped Danny sit up and lean against the mast. Danny was about to answer when his face changed and his eyebrows peaked with interest and question shown in his eyes.
"What is this stuff you pored on me," Danny asked sniffing his clothes. Then he licked his lips, and tasted it. "It's quite good," Danny added liking what he tasted. Jack laughed at this comment made by the ten year old.
"It's rum, an' you're not supposed to 'ave any until yer older," Jack stated a glint in his eyes. Then reality came back to Jack, he became more serious.
"Where's yer mum, an' what the bloody 'ell happened," asked Jack seriously, while noticing the bruise on Danny's cheek for the first time.
"Jesus Christ!" Danny jumped up quickly and looked around. "They took 'er. I tried to stop them, but there were to many, an'...," Danny spat out with fear in his eyes. Jack cut him off before he could finish.
" Watch the language, an' calm down. Start from the beginning, savvy," Jack said trying to get the story. "What `bout you," retorted Danny seeing how his father just swore. "That's different," answered Jack. "No, it's not," Danny argued. "Don't argue with the captain" Jack shouted, being cornered but not wanting to admit that his son was right. Danny grinned.
"I w's sitting up against the mast, eating an apple. When I hear a man's voice from behind. So, I turn around and there in front of me were a whole crew of men. The captain asked me if you were 'ome, and I called for mum. Then he teased me so I pulled my sword out and pointed it at him. The he said I was clearly your son," Danny told the story, using his hands to tell it. Jack grinned at the part that they knew it was his son. " He teased me again so I threw an apple at 'im. Then he ordered his crew after me, so I ran and fought them off me but there were to many. I ran into a dead end by accident, an they cornered me. Then mum came into the corner, between me an' them. The captain asked her why she protected me, an' she told them I was her son. Then he said sometin' bout you havin' a girl, an' mom told him an awful lie. Bout' how they would have a better chance of you rescuing her, if they took mum instead o' me."
"Probably true. Owww," Christie whispered and then yelled in pain as Jack hit her in the back of the head. Danny continued with his story until he was finished. "Then one o' the men punched me; I hit the mast and w's out."Danny sobbed exhausted, and sat back down against the mast.
"Oooohh, they hit you hard. Did the captain mention a name," Jack asked first looking at Danny's bruise then trying to figure out what to do. "Dad, I think this'll answer every thin'," Christie said handing Jack a letter she found near the mast. Jack read it, as he did his expression changed to anger and he griped the paper tightly.
"Barbosa! I'll make 'im wish he had never come back from the dead." Jack growled, then his face filled with confusion about what he had just said.
"Whoa, the one you fought in the story," Danny asked excited, then silenced by a glare from his father. "I mean, how come he's still alive," Danny asked his father changing the subject. Christie rolled her eyes.
"We'll find out soon enough. Gibbs," Jack hollered. "Yes, cap'n," responded Gibbs to his name being called. "Set a course for Port Royal, my wife has been kidnapped by Barbosa," Jack said trying to stay calm. "Aye, but why do ye want to go there," asked Gibbs. "Because, I know some people who can help," answered Jack smiling.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* About five hours later, the Black Pearl was on its way to Port Royal. Jack was at the helm steering the ship in the right direction. It was now dark out and most of the crew had gone to bed. The only other man up was the look out, sitting atop the crows' nest with a lantern.
"What ye doin' up, luv," asked Jack not even bothering to turn around. "I couldn't sleep," Christie responded while looking out into the night. "Do ye think mum's alright," Christie asked a hint of worry in her voice. "Yer mum's a force not to be reckoned with, She'll be fine," Jack assured, but in his heart felt otherwise. He knew though that he must stay positive for Danny and Christie. "Who's in Port Royal, that we be goin' to see," Christie asked curious. "It's a surprise," Jack answered with a sly grin on his face. "G'night," Christie yawned and headed down the stairs. "G'night, luv," Jack responded turning his attention back to steering.
Danny approached Christie's bed cautiously; like a predator approached it's pray. There in Christie's bed, slept Christie happily. When Danny was at the side of the bed he pulled out a pistol, pointing it at the ceiling and pulled the trigger. Christie sat up with a fright. Then she looked over to see Danny smiling at her. "Ye gonna be dead when I catch ye," Christie shouted as she leapt out of bed with incredible speed. Danny was prepared to run but didn't know she would get up that fast. Christie already had her sword drawn and was catching up to Danny as they made their way up the stairs. "Dad," shouted Danny as he ran onto the deck "Fight ye coward," Christie roared furious. Gibbs tossed Danny a sword as he ran. Then Danny turned around and pointed the blade at Christie. "Ye gonna regret this," Christie taunted. "Come on, give me yer best shot," Danny retorted. The duel had begun. Danny advanced on Christie who parried with ease. He was no match for her and she knew it, it wouldn't last long. "Now, the fun begins," Christie teased grinning. At that statement Christie moved faster and with more strength. Danny parried her attack, and jumped up the steps trying to avoid Christie's sword as he went.
Jack looked on watching his kids with interest, and decided to let them battle it out. He knew sooner or later one would play dirty and corner the other, then he would intervene and tell them not to fight. He really didn't want to, but if Anamaria found out there would be hell to pay.
Now the siblings were back on the deck, Danny was ready to slash Christie's head off but she spun and his sword hit the mast. Then she grabbed a line and swung to the bow, Danny following. Christie landed on her feet just in time to see Danny coming she grinned. Christie looked around and grabed a bottle of rum and hid it behind her back. Danny was ready to lunge when she dodged and threw the bottle of rum on him and as it broke cut Danny's hand. He dropped his sword in pain. Jack figured it was a good time to intervene.
"Yer done," Jack cut in, stepping in front of them. He had to admit they were both very good, he grinned at that fact. "He started it," argued Christie glaring at Danny who returned it. "You, stop blowin' holes in my ship," Jack scolded Danny, and then turned to Christie. "You stop puttin' holes in yer brother, and why did ye halfta use a bottle o' rum," Jack scolded Christie. Then Christie walked off to the galley with a smirk on her face from her victory. First Jack helped Danny with his cut hand, and then Danny went to the bow looking out at the sunny horizon.
Jack had resumed his spot at the helm, steering the Black Pearl. Then Gibbs approached him and stood by the side of Jack. "That w's an interesting start of the day," stated Gibbs with a small smile that hung from his lips. Jack laughed and returned the smile. " They're somthin'. One can cause enough trouble to kill a man, an' the other can strike fear into a man's heart enough to make him shiver. They'll be the best pirates on the whole ocean." Jack stated looking out at the ocean, thinking about the future. "One thing I still don't get is why Christie used the rum to throw at Danny, that was a good bottle too," Jack mourned at the loss of his bottle, while Gibbs listened smiling.
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The Grave Revenge rocked in the ocean, moving to the movement of the waves. On board the crew was busy at work. They were preparing the meal of their captain and his guest, more like prisoner. In the dinning room, Brabosa and Anamaria sat at the table which was being filled with a banquet of food. Barbaosa sat on the windowsill while Anamaria sat crossly in a chair. "Eat somthin'. You must be hungary," Barbosa stated. Anamaria spit at his feet. Brabosa's expression turned to anger. "You better 'ave more respect for me, cause Jack's not around to save ye," Barbosa grinned as he thought of the torture he would use. He finally saw that she wouldn't eat. "Pintel, Ragetti," Barbosa hollered. Two pirates came in upon hearing their names. "Take 'er back to the brige," Barbosa ordered as he left the room with his pet monkey Jack on his shoulder. Pintel and Ragetti draged a fighting Anamaria to the brig. "Here we are popit. In ye go," Pintel said as they tossed Anamaria into a cell. When the two pirates were gone Anamaria picked her self up off the dirty floor. The she sat on the bench and looked out the porthole. The ocean was calm and there was a beautiful sunset. As Anamaria looked out at this sight, her mind thought about Jack, and the kids. She wondered if they knew where she was, and if they were coming. Well she knew Jack would rescue her, because if he didn't there would be a certain Captain that would be in pain when she found him. Anamaria also knew that this method was not necessary, because they loved each other. After a bit another thought came to her. How were her kids, did they kill each other. This made her worry. With their personalities one would end up dead if they were left alone, she hoped her husband wasn't that stupid, although if he had rum there wasn't a chance.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* How was the chapter, please review and let me know if something is missing. It feels so good to read reviews, so please make my day. An' once again thank you to every one that has reviewed since Chapter 1. So , here is their prize, a bottle o' rum. *Hands out bottles of rum*
Jack: "Can I get some, luv? After all Christie broke one o' me good bottles."
Christie: "No, Danny did. I just threw it."
Danny: "No, it's your fault!"
*The siblings both start fist fighting*
Jack: "Why me?"
Me: "Here, ye need it, for more is to come." *evil laugh*