Disclaimer - Same as the Prologue. Just click the back button and save
yourself the trouble of suing me.
AN: You guys, I am SOOOOO sorry this has been so long in coming, but the last two weeks I've barely been at home at all... between the play, the choir concert, the band concert, my trip to New York and homework, I haven't had a chance to write at all...waaaaahhh!!
And I just realized how horribly Mary-Sue-ish this is. I'm sorry, but I promise it will get better in the future, okay? But it will get fluffier before it gets deeper. It has to, or my surprises don't work. This story is nowhere near done, and I have several surprises up my sleeve. Suffice to say that none of the characters are as perfect as they seem right now...
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Chapter 8 - Tortuga Harbor
"Tortuga," Tiger called from his position as lookout, "dead ahead!"
Carol smiled, humming a pirate chantey under her breath as she patched up Mary's ripped dress. Carol's wound had been painful for a few days, but now that the wound had been cleaned and re-bound by the Pearl's medic, the pain had lessened, and her shoulder was stiff but not unusable.
Despite everything that had happened, though, the three girls had begun to enjoy their adventure. Just getting off the island was good enough for Carol, who was reveling in the freedom the sea offered. Mary, now clad in just her shift and one of Tiger's old shirts, had picked up some piratical jargon and was conversing amiably with Pintel and Ragetti. Seeing as the Bluehawk's old crew was ... indisposed, the Pearl had loaned several of her crew members until the two ships reached Tortuga, including Pintel, Ragetti and Tiger. Gina and Will were sitting side-by-side by the mast, deep in conversation. Carol, watching them, smiled wider. Those two acted as if they had always known each other. Carol had never seen Gina open up so well to anyone else, save her sisters. She was even laughing.
As a matter of fact, all three of them had come to see Will as a kind of uncle - even Mary, who had gotten over her affections for him. (Or so she said.) Mary's attention had turned to the dashing Jack Sparrow, and hang the world's opinion. So what if he was twice as old as she? Jack, amused by the lass's attention, had responded by flirting outrageously.
Speaking of flirting...
Carol glanced up at the crow's nest, where Tiger was gazing pensively out to sea. Tiger was an enigma. He was calm and quiet, even shy, most of the time, yet she had seen him lash out quite a few times in fits of passionate emotion. He was obviously interested in her, yet he kept his distance, and had barely spoken to her. It was almost as if her was afraid of her. And on top of that, he had an exaggerated sense of his own honor which left all but the oldest and most respected crew members walking on eggshells around him. The only person who could speak frankly to him was his Captain.
Tiger glanced down at her, his eyes unreadable. He looked away immediately, his ears turning pink.
Carol sighed in exasperation.
* * *
"But, Will!!" Mary cried.
"No 'but's, lass. You're not going. I don't care how capable you are, or how many crewmen pledge to protect you," Will added with a glare at Pintel and Ragetti, "you are not going into that pit of immorality if I have anything to say about it!" Will grimaced. "It's bad enough I have to go."
Mary stomped her foot childishly.
"Who are you to order me about? You're not my father!"
Will winced, hurt. Jack jumped to his rescue.
"Lass. When last I looked, you were his prisoner." He gave her a look. "What makes you think he won't just..." he looked around for inspiration, "...tie you to the mast?"
Mary's jaw dropped, an indignant expression pasted across her features.
"You wouldn't DARE." she gasped. Will sighed and glared at Jack, as if to say 'that did NOT help.'
"No, Mary, I won't. But I WILL be acting as your...guardian...while you are under my care. No Tortuga. End of conversation."
Mary's eyes welled with tears. Sniffling, she bolted away.
Will sighed, leaning on the rail next to Jack.
"So is this what it means to be a father?" he asked, keeping his voice low. Jack chuckled.
"Regretting your decisions, lad?" he asked. Will shrugged.
"No. I still think I was right to leave Elizabeth. Pirate marriages are too difficult to maintain. But..." He sighed. "I would have liked to have raised those three."
Jack's lips twisted into a characteristic smirk. "A spicy little piece, that one. Real spitfire. Don't suppose Daddy would let her have a little fun with ol' Nuncle Jack?"
Will glared. "Not funny."
"I thought not. Ah, well, plenty of other women in Tortuga."
"Not that don't want to slap you." Will retorted without thinking. Then, suddenly, he grinned. "That's it!"
Jack was confused. "That's what?"
Will grinned, slapping Jack on the back.
"Think Anamaria would mind having a few guests tonight?"
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AN: Thank you to my reviewers!! But, I don't have 30 yet!! Come on guys, I'm really close...plus I respond personally to every review I get! So review!!
u-ne-korn: Brilliant? *blush* I wouldn't go THAT far...
Gypsy: Uh, sorry, this one's short. Only because I have homework yet and this is a logical place to stop. No cliffhangers this time!
E-chan: Oh. You mean Pintel. Sorry.
...ESP?
Caudio: Thanks... read the rest of the chapters now!
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Review! Now! Go!
...Please?
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(Again, FF.net forced me to remove my author's notes. I don't really understand why, but I don't want to get kicked off. So just so you know, there were, like, three weeks in between this note and the last post.)
Guys. I'm sorry. But it looks like I won't be able to post much for quite a while.
School is in full swing, and Dance Group and homework are demanding much of my time and energy. On top of that, I'm trying to get my college applications in by Christmas Break . . . trust me, it's crazy.
On top of that . . . I'm just . . . not in a very pirate-y mood. To save you all from bad writing, I'll wait until I'm back in the mood before I write more. Because otherwise, it's gonna suck.
But if you really liked this fic, (which isn't a lot of you anyway, because I have, like, five constant reviewers) then leave me a review, put me in your favorites, and check on my fic from time to time. I promise that I will continue posting, maybe around Thanksgiving or Christmas Break.
Thank you, and my love to all my loyal friends and new readers who stuck with me enough to read this far.
Aura-chan
AN: You guys, I am SOOOOO sorry this has been so long in coming, but the last two weeks I've barely been at home at all... between the play, the choir concert, the band concert, my trip to New York and homework, I haven't had a chance to write at all...waaaaahhh!!
And I just realized how horribly Mary-Sue-ish this is. I'm sorry, but I promise it will get better in the future, okay? But it will get fluffier before it gets deeper. It has to, or my surprises don't work. This story is nowhere near done, and I have several surprises up my sleeve. Suffice to say that none of the characters are as perfect as they seem right now...
----------------------- ------------------------------ --------------------- ------------------------
Chapter 8 - Tortuga Harbor
"Tortuga," Tiger called from his position as lookout, "dead ahead!"
Carol smiled, humming a pirate chantey under her breath as she patched up Mary's ripped dress. Carol's wound had been painful for a few days, but now that the wound had been cleaned and re-bound by the Pearl's medic, the pain had lessened, and her shoulder was stiff but not unusable.
Despite everything that had happened, though, the three girls had begun to enjoy their adventure. Just getting off the island was good enough for Carol, who was reveling in the freedom the sea offered. Mary, now clad in just her shift and one of Tiger's old shirts, had picked up some piratical jargon and was conversing amiably with Pintel and Ragetti. Seeing as the Bluehawk's old crew was ... indisposed, the Pearl had loaned several of her crew members until the two ships reached Tortuga, including Pintel, Ragetti and Tiger. Gina and Will were sitting side-by-side by the mast, deep in conversation. Carol, watching them, smiled wider. Those two acted as if they had always known each other. Carol had never seen Gina open up so well to anyone else, save her sisters. She was even laughing.
As a matter of fact, all three of them had come to see Will as a kind of uncle - even Mary, who had gotten over her affections for him. (Or so she said.) Mary's attention had turned to the dashing Jack Sparrow, and hang the world's opinion. So what if he was twice as old as she? Jack, amused by the lass's attention, had responded by flirting outrageously.
Speaking of flirting...
Carol glanced up at the crow's nest, where Tiger was gazing pensively out to sea. Tiger was an enigma. He was calm and quiet, even shy, most of the time, yet she had seen him lash out quite a few times in fits of passionate emotion. He was obviously interested in her, yet he kept his distance, and had barely spoken to her. It was almost as if her was afraid of her. And on top of that, he had an exaggerated sense of his own honor which left all but the oldest and most respected crew members walking on eggshells around him. The only person who could speak frankly to him was his Captain.
Tiger glanced down at her, his eyes unreadable. He looked away immediately, his ears turning pink.
Carol sighed in exasperation.
* * *
"But, Will!!" Mary cried.
"No 'but's, lass. You're not going. I don't care how capable you are, or how many crewmen pledge to protect you," Will added with a glare at Pintel and Ragetti, "you are not going into that pit of immorality if I have anything to say about it!" Will grimaced. "It's bad enough I have to go."
Mary stomped her foot childishly.
"Who are you to order me about? You're not my father!"
Will winced, hurt. Jack jumped to his rescue.
"Lass. When last I looked, you were his prisoner." He gave her a look. "What makes you think he won't just..." he looked around for inspiration, "...tie you to the mast?"
Mary's jaw dropped, an indignant expression pasted across her features.
"You wouldn't DARE." she gasped. Will sighed and glared at Jack, as if to say 'that did NOT help.'
"No, Mary, I won't. But I WILL be acting as your...guardian...while you are under my care. No Tortuga. End of conversation."
Mary's eyes welled with tears. Sniffling, she bolted away.
Will sighed, leaning on the rail next to Jack.
"So is this what it means to be a father?" he asked, keeping his voice low. Jack chuckled.
"Regretting your decisions, lad?" he asked. Will shrugged.
"No. I still think I was right to leave Elizabeth. Pirate marriages are too difficult to maintain. But..." He sighed. "I would have liked to have raised those three."
Jack's lips twisted into a characteristic smirk. "A spicy little piece, that one. Real spitfire. Don't suppose Daddy would let her have a little fun with ol' Nuncle Jack?"
Will glared. "Not funny."
"I thought not. Ah, well, plenty of other women in Tortuga."
"Not that don't want to slap you." Will retorted without thinking. Then, suddenly, he grinned. "That's it!"
Jack was confused. "That's what?"
Will grinned, slapping Jack on the back.
"Think Anamaria would mind having a few guests tonight?"
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AN: Thank you to my reviewers!! But, I don't have 30 yet!! Come on guys, I'm really close...plus I respond personally to every review I get! So review!!
u-ne-korn: Brilliant? *blush* I wouldn't go THAT far...
Gypsy: Uh, sorry, this one's short. Only because I have homework yet and this is a logical place to stop. No cliffhangers this time!
E-chan: Oh. You mean Pintel. Sorry.
...ESP?
Caudio: Thanks... read the rest of the chapters now!
--------------------------- ------------------------
Review! Now! Go!
...Please?
************************
(Again, FF.net forced me to remove my author's notes. I don't really understand why, but I don't want to get kicked off. So just so you know, there were, like, three weeks in between this note and the last post.)
Guys. I'm sorry. But it looks like I won't be able to post much for quite a while.
School is in full swing, and Dance Group and homework are demanding much of my time and energy. On top of that, I'm trying to get my college applications in by Christmas Break . . . trust me, it's crazy.
On top of that . . . I'm just . . . not in a very pirate-y mood. To save you all from bad writing, I'll wait until I'm back in the mood before I write more. Because otherwise, it's gonna suck.
But if you really liked this fic, (which isn't a lot of you anyway, because I have, like, five constant reviewers) then leave me a review, put me in your favorites, and check on my fic from time to time. I promise that I will continue posting, maybe around Thanksgiving or Christmas Break.
Thank you, and my love to all my loyal friends and new readers who stuck with me enough to read this far.
Aura-chan