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Happy dance! And through scientific research, we've discovered that
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do pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.
LotRseer3350: Your cameo hasn't been written in yet. We need to know what description you'd like and what name your character person should have.
And thank you to: liquidiamond, mixtapewonder, x-mangle, szhismine, Sabre, Kumiko *Kaylin* Eharu, luvlyGRLofLIFE, Braveheart and BeanoPessim. We love your all. And your ovaries, of course.
And now, another favourite Jack quote:
The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice, unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him.
*
In all his life, Captain Jack Sparrow had never been so glad to feel his feet touch solid ground. For a moment, he let his eyes remain closed, savouring the feeling of the air moving through his lungs; his heart beating in his chest. In the amount of time it took him to open his eyes, he realized he was alive for one reason: to save his daughter.
Ripping the severed noose from around his neck, he clambered up onto the rough wooden planking. The knife Will had thrown to cut the rope was imbedded in the post above his head. He ducked as the executioner aimed a blow at him. Rapidly approaching where he stood, Will was being chased by a group of the red coated soldiers. Barely glancing in his direction, Will threw Jack a sword to defend himself. Throwing himself into the fight, Jack Sparrow could feel a grin break out on his face as the harsh clang of clashing swords echoed through the air. Lost in the thrill of combat, Jack's worries melted away. For a few moments, his world didn't revolve around his daughter, around his ship, around his crew. For a few moments this world revolved around the men approaching him, the iron weapon in his hands that flowed as if it was an extension of his own arm.
Hearing Will call to him to fall back, Jack Sparrow retreated to the sea. Following Will's lead, he dove off the wall, landing in the ocean far below. As he and Will took off swimming for the Pearl, they heard Norrington order his soldiers after them from above. They had no chance, of course. Elizabeth and her son, having snuck off for the rowboats when the fighting began, had taken care of that. Any usable oars had been conveniently relocated in the middle of the bay, and the ships would take several minutes to prepare for sea.
The crew of the Pearl had, of course, been made aware of the situation previously through Will. What they did not expect was the effect it had on their captain. He had obviously cared for his daughter more than anything, but they had never seen him look so exhausted. His eyes held only a trace of their former mockery as he ordered Anamaria to set sail for Tortuga and retreated to his cabin.
When Jack returned to the deck nearly an hour later, he had obviously been drinking.
"So Will, what took you so long to rescue me?"
"I had to throw a knife. The bloody bastards took my sword."
"Then where'd you get the others?" Elizabeth laughed.
"Hidden in my bodice." Jack eyed her respectfully.
"Nice trick. Jade would have loved it." Abruptly he took a huge swig from the bottle of rum they hadn't noticed in the right hand.
"Jack, I'm so sorry," Elizabeth told him. "We should have been better prepared. It's entirely our fault."
"No, no it's not. I should never have left her." An awkward silence settled over them, broken by the loud squawk of Mr. Cotton's parrot. Jack Turner stepped back in alarm.
"It's suck a pretty bird, I couldn't help myself but try to pat it," he explained. Jack Sparrow grinned, showing off his gold teeth.
"Fatal as well. That bird's pecked out more 'n one eye." Eyes widening, Jack
Turner backed even further away.
"Jack, why exactly are we heading for Tortuga anyway?" Will asked. Jack's head snapped up.
"We're headin' for Tortuga?" You bloody bastards!" he cried, running up to the helm two stairs at a time. "What in hell are ye headin' to Tortuga for?"
"That's where you told me to go!" Anamaria retorted. Glaring at her, Jack pushed her out of the way.
"Honestly, ye'd fall apart without yer captain. We're headin' due south." The spun the wheel violently. "Tortuga," he snorted. "You've cost me half a day."
*
"Yo-ho, yo- finally." As the last of her bonds fell free from her arms, Jade listened carefully for any sound of approach. She glanced around the room. There was a small cot along one wall and a table along the opposite. Other than that, the room was empty.
"Bloody lovely," she muttered, lying backwards. It was then that she noticed the rafters lining the ceiling of the small room. She stood up, examining their height and structure. Her mind raced. No rum for two months had sharpened it somewhat. She took the rope from her arms and flung it over the lowest beam, looping it once. She pulled on it, making sure it remained secure.
"Go to hell, Mara," she growled, pulling herself up.
*
Jack Sparrow stared into the horizon, mentally urging the Pearl to sail faster. The younger Jack Turner was standing in awe at everything on the ship. Jack smiled to himself, reminded of Will. At that moment, Will himself stepped beside the infamous captain.
"Seem familiar?" he asked with a slight grin.
"Why, he's the spittin' image of our dear Elizabeth." Will laughed.
"He was terribly upset when they took Jade," he mentioned casually. Jack looked at him, but Will was gazing off in the other direction. "Jack, who is Mara? What does he want with Jade?"
"He doesn't want Jade," Jack answered heavily. "He wants me. Captain Nathan Mara is the son of an Italian jewelry merchant. I knew him before he was Captain Nathan, when he was just Emilio Mara, waiting to join his father in the family business. I was only nineteen at the time, and had just gotten the Pearl." Jack's eyes unfocused as his memories drifted. "I headed for Italy. It was there that I found the compass and heard the legend of the Isla de Muerta. I found something else there as well- a lovely young lass. Nathan Mara's younger sister."
"And you slept with her?" Jack glared at Will.
"I s'pose you might put it that way. Isabella was beautiful. Black hair, brilliant green eyes, olive skin. But the little peach did the one thing I told her not to- fell in love with me. When I left, as I had to eventually, Isabella was heartbroken and Nathan was furious. I had broken his sister, savvy? The pearl of their family."
"And that's enough for him to kill you?"
"Oh no, dear William. It gets much better."
"What doesn't that surprise me?"
"Isabella pined away after I left, watching for my ship for months. When winter came and she finally realized I wasn't returning, she cast herself into the sea. Mara blames me for her death and THAT is why he has been searching for me for the past twenty-seven years. I took what meant most to him, and in return he's taken what means most to me. In exchange for my life. That is the debt he thinks I owe him."
LotRseer3350: Your cameo hasn't been written in yet. We need to know what description you'd like and what name your character person should have.
And thank you to: liquidiamond, mixtapewonder, x-mangle, szhismine, Sabre, Kumiko *Kaylin* Eharu, luvlyGRLofLIFE, Braveheart and BeanoPessim. We love your all. And your ovaries, of course.
And now, another favourite Jack quote:
The Black Pearl is gone and unless you have a rudder and a lot of sails hidden in that bodice, unlikely, young Mr. Turner will be dead long before you can reach him.
*
In all his life, Captain Jack Sparrow had never been so glad to feel his feet touch solid ground. For a moment, he let his eyes remain closed, savouring the feeling of the air moving through his lungs; his heart beating in his chest. In the amount of time it took him to open his eyes, he realized he was alive for one reason: to save his daughter.
Ripping the severed noose from around his neck, he clambered up onto the rough wooden planking. The knife Will had thrown to cut the rope was imbedded in the post above his head. He ducked as the executioner aimed a blow at him. Rapidly approaching where he stood, Will was being chased by a group of the red coated soldiers. Barely glancing in his direction, Will threw Jack a sword to defend himself. Throwing himself into the fight, Jack Sparrow could feel a grin break out on his face as the harsh clang of clashing swords echoed through the air. Lost in the thrill of combat, Jack's worries melted away. For a few moments, his world didn't revolve around his daughter, around his ship, around his crew. For a few moments this world revolved around the men approaching him, the iron weapon in his hands that flowed as if it was an extension of his own arm.
Hearing Will call to him to fall back, Jack Sparrow retreated to the sea. Following Will's lead, he dove off the wall, landing in the ocean far below. As he and Will took off swimming for the Pearl, they heard Norrington order his soldiers after them from above. They had no chance, of course. Elizabeth and her son, having snuck off for the rowboats when the fighting began, had taken care of that. Any usable oars had been conveniently relocated in the middle of the bay, and the ships would take several minutes to prepare for sea.
The crew of the Pearl had, of course, been made aware of the situation previously through Will. What they did not expect was the effect it had on their captain. He had obviously cared for his daughter more than anything, but they had never seen him look so exhausted. His eyes held only a trace of their former mockery as he ordered Anamaria to set sail for Tortuga and retreated to his cabin.
When Jack returned to the deck nearly an hour later, he had obviously been drinking.
"So Will, what took you so long to rescue me?"
"I had to throw a knife. The bloody bastards took my sword."
"Then where'd you get the others?" Elizabeth laughed.
"Hidden in my bodice." Jack eyed her respectfully.
"Nice trick. Jade would have loved it." Abruptly he took a huge swig from the bottle of rum they hadn't noticed in the right hand.
"Jack, I'm so sorry," Elizabeth told him. "We should have been better prepared. It's entirely our fault."
"No, no it's not. I should never have left her." An awkward silence settled over them, broken by the loud squawk of Mr. Cotton's parrot. Jack Turner stepped back in alarm.
"It's suck a pretty bird, I couldn't help myself but try to pat it," he explained. Jack Sparrow grinned, showing off his gold teeth.
"Fatal as well. That bird's pecked out more 'n one eye." Eyes widening, Jack
Turner backed even further away.
"Jack, why exactly are we heading for Tortuga anyway?" Will asked. Jack's head snapped up.
"We're headin' for Tortuga?" You bloody bastards!" he cried, running up to the helm two stairs at a time. "What in hell are ye headin' to Tortuga for?"
"That's where you told me to go!" Anamaria retorted. Glaring at her, Jack pushed her out of the way.
"Honestly, ye'd fall apart without yer captain. We're headin' due south." The spun the wheel violently. "Tortuga," he snorted. "You've cost me half a day."
*
"Yo-ho, yo- finally." As the last of her bonds fell free from her arms, Jade listened carefully for any sound of approach. She glanced around the room. There was a small cot along one wall and a table along the opposite. Other than that, the room was empty.
"Bloody lovely," she muttered, lying backwards. It was then that she noticed the rafters lining the ceiling of the small room. She stood up, examining their height and structure. Her mind raced. No rum for two months had sharpened it somewhat. She took the rope from her arms and flung it over the lowest beam, looping it once. She pulled on it, making sure it remained secure.
"Go to hell, Mara," she growled, pulling herself up.
*
Jack Sparrow stared into the horizon, mentally urging the Pearl to sail faster. The younger Jack Turner was standing in awe at everything on the ship. Jack smiled to himself, reminded of Will. At that moment, Will himself stepped beside the infamous captain.
"Seem familiar?" he asked with a slight grin.
"Why, he's the spittin' image of our dear Elizabeth." Will laughed.
"He was terribly upset when they took Jade," he mentioned casually. Jack looked at him, but Will was gazing off in the other direction. "Jack, who is Mara? What does he want with Jade?"
"He doesn't want Jade," Jack answered heavily. "He wants me. Captain Nathan Mara is the son of an Italian jewelry merchant. I knew him before he was Captain Nathan, when he was just Emilio Mara, waiting to join his father in the family business. I was only nineteen at the time, and had just gotten the Pearl." Jack's eyes unfocused as his memories drifted. "I headed for Italy. It was there that I found the compass and heard the legend of the Isla de Muerta. I found something else there as well- a lovely young lass. Nathan Mara's younger sister."
"And you slept with her?" Jack glared at Will.
"I s'pose you might put it that way. Isabella was beautiful. Black hair, brilliant green eyes, olive skin. But the little peach did the one thing I told her not to- fell in love with me. When I left, as I had to eventually, Isabella was heartbroken and Nathan was furious. I had broken his sister, savvy? The pearl of their family."
"And that's enough for him to kill you?"
"Oh no, dear William. It gets much better."
"What doesn't that surprise me?"
"Isabella pined away after I left, watching for my ship for months. When winter came and she finally realized I wasn't returning, she cast herself into the sea. Mara blames me for her death and THAT is why he has been searching for me for the past twenty-seven years. I took what meant most to him, and in return he's taken what means most to me. In exchange for my life. That is the debt he thinks I owe him."