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A/N - Sorry, that last chapter must have been a little hard to read. I'll try to get the formatting right in this one. And I know I said that I wasn't going to post before I got a review - oh well, I lied.
Chapter One - Tiger
Tiger Carter growled at the insistent clanging of the Black Pearl's shipboard bell. Why right now? he thought to himself as he strode through the streets of St. Andrew's. We weren't supposed to sail until high tide tomorrow. I should have found out who she was, at least... His mind wandered back to a few minutes before the bell had begun to chime. The town had felt stuffy, and his Captain had been visiting the governor without him. Though Tiger loved to be with Governor White, who was like an uncle to him, ever since he had turned fifteen he had not been allowed to visit him in his own home. The servants spoke of the governor's daughters, three young beauties who were jealously guarded from men. He didn't know if this was true, but in any case, he had wandered out onto the spit seeking solitude.
On the spit opposite had been a girl, a bit younger than he, dressed in a simple dress made from expensive material. She was facing the ocean, her arms out, hair and dress fluttering behind her, like she was about to jump out into the sea like a fish. At first he had thought her to be a vision, with the setting sun warming her coloring to an almost unnatural glow. When she turned to face him, his breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. Her dark brown curls framed green eyes, pale skin, and perfect features. She stared across the water at him, obviously surprised. A closer look told him that she was a noble lady, most likely a passenger sailing with the French merchant ship Jeanette. He had bowed courteously, trying to distance himself from her beauty. He would probably never see her again, anyway. Besides.a French girl? Nah.
To his surprise, the girl curtsied back. Perhaps she didn't realize that he was a pirate, the scum of the waves? They had stared at each other for a long moment before the Pearl's bell began to ring. He knew better than to ignore that - it meant that they would be leaving within the next ten minutes. Girl or no girl, he would not be left behind.
Tiger hailed his fellow crew members, Pintel and Ragetti, as he approached the dock. They carried a barrel between them - rum, no doubt.
"Oy, you two. Why the swift sailin'?"
"Heard word that an English inspector is on 'is way. Don't want ta get ol' Whiteface in trouble, do we?" Pintel replied as the two of them shimmied up the gangplank. Tiger shook his head and followed. Those two - they were always together. Rumors ran rampant about them. They were the sneakiest, nastiest, dirtiest, most motley members of the Black Pearl's crew; one had lost an eye, the other had a bullet lodged in his chest. They were also two of the strongest, most humorous, and most loyal people Tiger had ever met. They had always been that way, ever since Tiger could remember. And Tiger had been on the Pearl for twelve years.
"Well, Tomcat. Did you enjoy your little rest on land?"
Tiger grinned and spoke to his captain, mentor and adopted father without turning.
"'Course, Jack. But I didn't get to see Whitey this time. Why won't you let me visit the old geezer in his own home?"
"Because White wants to keep his girls close to home. His boycrazed daughters would run away with any dashing young pirate they chanced to meet." Captain Jack Sparrow grinned, showing off his four metal-capped teeth. Tiger chuckled as Jack began bellowing orders to the crew. Within minutes they were underway.
As they passed out of the harbor, Tiger glanced over the side. She was still there. He jumped up to the rail with all the grace of his namesake and leaned out towards her, one hand gripping the rigging for support. She met his eyes, he tipped his hat. They watched each other until they had passed from each other's sight.
A/N: Yes, I know. *ducks flying fruit* The love story is SUPPOSED to be a little Mary-Sue-y. Sorry, but both Carol and Tiger are hopeless romantics, okay? It fits. Trust me, the non-romantic part will not be sappy. I have a really good plot, all ready to go. If only I could write it! Review!!
A/N - Sorry, that last chapter must have been a little hard to read. I'll try to get the formatting right in this one. And I know I said that I wasn't going to post before I got a review - oh well, I lied.
Chapter One - Tiger
Tiger Carter growled at the insistent clanging of the Black Pearl's shipboard bell. Why right now? he thought to himself as he strode through the streets of St. Andrew's. We weren't supposed to sail until high tide tomorrow. I should have found out who she was, at least... His mind wandered back to a few minutes before the bell had begun to chime. The town had felt stuffy, and his Captain had been visiting the governor without him. Though Tiger loved to be with Governor White, who was like an uncle to him, ever since he had turned fifteen he had not been allowed to visit him in his own home. The servants spoke of the governor's daughters, three young beauties who were jealously guarded from men. He didn't know if this was true, but in any case, he had wandered out onto the spit seeking solitude.
On the spit opposite had been a girl, a bit younger than he, dressed in a simple dress made from expensive material. She was facing the ocean, her arms out, hair and dress fluttering behind her, like she was about to jump out into the sea like a fish. At first he had thought her to be a vision, with the setting sun warming her coloring to an almost unnatural glow. When she turned to face him, his breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful. Her dark brown curls framed green eyes, pale skin, and perfect features. She stared across the water at him, obviously surprised. A closer look told him that she was a noble lady, most likely a passenger sailing with the French merchant ship Jeanette. He had bowed courteously, trying to distance himself from her beauty. He would probably never see her again, anyway. Besides.a French girl? Nah.
To his surprise, the girl curtsied back. Perhaps she didn't realize that he was a pirate, the scum of the waves? They had stared at each other for a long moment before the Pearl's bell began to ring. He knew better than to ignore that - it meant that they would be leaving within the next ten minutes. Girl or no girl, he would not be left behind.
Tiger hailed his fellow crew members, Pintel and Ragetti, as he approached the dock. They carried a barrel between them - rum, no doubt.
"Oy, you two. Why the swift sailin'?"
"Heard word that an English inspector is on 'is way. Don't want ta get ol' Whiteface in trouble, do we?" Pintel replied as the two of them shimmied up the gangplank. Tiger shook his head and followed. Those two - they were always together. Rumors ran rampant about them. They were the sneakiest, nastiest, dirtiest, most motley members of the Black Pearl's crew; one had lost an eye, the other had a bullet lodged in his chest. They were also two of the strongest, most humorous, and most loyal people Tiger had ever met. They had always been that way, ever since Tiger could remember. And Tiger had been on the Pearl for twelve years.
"Well, Tomcat. Did you enjoy your little rest on land?"
Tiger grinned and spoke to his captain, mentor and adopted father without turning.
"'Course, Jack. But I didn't get to see Whitey this time. Why won't you let me visit the old geezer in his own home?"
"Because White wants to keep his girls close to home. His boycrazed daughters would run away with any dashing young pirate they chanced to meet." Captain Jack Sparrow grinned, showing off his four metal-capped teeth. Tiger chuckled as Jack began bellowing orders to the crew. Within minutes they were underway.
As they passed out of the harbor, Tiger glanced over the side. She was still there. He jumped up to the rail with all the grace of his namesake and leaned out towards her, one hand gripping the rigging for support. She met his eyes, he tipped his hat. They watched each other until they had passed from each other's sight.
A/N: Yes, I know. *ducks flying fruit* The love story is SUPPOSED to be a little Mary-Sue-y. Sorry, but both Carol and Tiger are hopeless romantics, okay? It fits. Trust me, the non-romantic part will not be sappy. I have a really good plot, all ready to go. If only I could write it! Review!!