A little note before we begin: Seeing as I have no idea how to get the
italics to work on the site, all thoughts are starred. Example: *I'm really
hungry* Cleo thought, running up the stairs.
Also, I figured that it wouldn't be so much fun if I changed all the
characters, so some are still men. The British navy takes both men and
women in this version.
Out in the harbor, a boat was coming in. Nothing too extraordinary about it until you noticed that it's sinking. And that the girl who was sailing wasn't paying any attention to it.
The girl would have been peculiar enough without her looks. But that just added to her oddness. Her long, black hair was braided at random places, and laced with beads of a variety of colors. Her skin was tanned to the point where it would take years of living in a root cellar for it to fade. Her eyes, heavily lined with black kohl, were a deep, chocolaty brown, and held a glint of mischief. She was dressed very abnormally. Her tight, tan pants were tucked into her knee-high, big, black, boots. Over the pants she wore a skirt, cut to flare out at the sides (A/N: aka, an A-Line Skirt) bright red in color. Her white shirt was low-cut, showing off a perfectly molded chest. Over it all, she wore a black overcoat. Strapped to her was a sword, pistol, and dagger. She had a ring on three fingers of each hand, her favorite being the red one that held a secret compartment, which always held poison. Numerous silver bangles glinted at both wrist, and her neck was laden with necklaces. Silver hoops and studs sparkled from her ears.
She stood on the mast of her slowly sinking boat, not noticing a thing. Suddenly, she looked down, and saw the water sloshing in the bottom. She jumped down, grabbed a bucket, and started to bail herself out. She the noticed three hanging pirate skeletons, holding a warning to all pirates, and setting an example. She smiled, observing that all three were men. *Men are stupid* she thought, not for the first time. *But they deserve as much respect as the rest of us* She took off her hat, paying homage to them.
She finally reached the port, her boat sinking lower and lower until
she was at the dock and able to simply walk off the boat's mast.
She strutted right past the harbormaster, who turned towards her, insulted "What? Hold up there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the docks." They both look at the sunken boat, the pirate with her eyebrows raised. The harbormaster turned back to her. " And I shall need to know your name."
Now this pirate was probably the most well known pirate in the Caribbean. She was Captain Jacklynn Sparrow, known for charming her way into men's hearts, then leaving them without a thing to their name. Now she put that reputation to the test. She leaned towards him, and whispered in his ear "You wouldn't be able to pronouns my name. This'll be easier for you." She pulled him into one of the soft, bribery kisses that she was known for. She slipped three shillings into his hand while doing this.
When she pulled away, he said, hoarsely "Welcome to Port Royal, Ms. Smith." As Jacklynn walked away, she spotted the harbormaster's money pouch and slipped it into her pocket.
She continued down to the docks, looking at all the ships that she could commander out to Tortuga. She heard a commotion behind her. Jacklynn sighed. She had hoped that the soldiers would go on being stupid and not notice her.
They both ran in front of her, blocking her way. "This dock is off limits to civilians." One said.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know." She whispered, still flirting like mad. " If I see one, I shall inform you immediately." She tried to push through gracefully, but the stopped her yet again. *Time to get physical.* she thought. "Apparently there's some sort of a high toned and fancy to do up at the fort." She put her arms around both of their necks, bring them closer to each other and to her. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"
"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." The first one spoke again.
"It's a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that" She tried again to move past them, and failed. "a ship like that" she pointed out the Dauntless "makes this one here a bit superfluous, really."
"Ah, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough," the second one finally took his eyes off Jacklynn and spoke. "but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed."
Jacklynn hid her smile, pretending to think. "I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh un-catchable," She left them hanging for a second, while she looked at them through her long, dark eyelashes, "the Black Pearl."
One laughed "Well." He said, his laughter dieing with the look she sent him "There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."
"The Black Pearl is a real ship." The other spoke up, with a glance at Jacklynn.
"No," His friend muttered, also glancing at the woman in front of them. "No it's not.
"Yes, it is." The other said, turning to the bigger man. "I've seen it."
Jacklynn rolled her eyes. They were going to be at this for a while. She returned to staring at the Interceptor.
"You've seen it?" He said, disbelievingly.
"Yes." He said, strongly.
"You haven't seen it." The second one scorned.
"Yes, I have." He insisted.
"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"
"No." The first said.
"No." The second agreed, and turned back to Jacklynn. She looked back to them, pretending that she had found the entire conversation fascinating.
"But I have seen a ship with black sails." The first spoke up.
The other man turned, exasperated. "Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?" While he made his speech, Jacklynn slipped away, sauntering aboard the Interceptor.
"No." The first one said, nodding.
"Like I said," He said, turning back to where Jacklynn was. "There's no real ship as can match the Interceptor." Then he noticed Jacklynn at the wheel of the "fastest" ship in the Caribbean.
"Hey! You! Get away from there." One of them yelled, climbing aboard.
"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate." The other said, following.
"I'm sorry, it's just it's such a pretty boat – ship." She said, acting sweet, innocent, and naïve.
"What's your name?" The first asked.
"Smith," She piped up. "Or Smithy, if you like."
"What's your purpose in Port Royal , Ms. Smith ?" The second remarked, sassily.
"Yeah, and no lies." The other added.
*Men are stupid* she thought again, and said "Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!"
"I said no lies!" The first one interjected.
"I think she's telling the truth." The other muttered, as though he didn't want Jacklynn to hear.
"If she were telling the truth, she wouldn't have told us." The first said, annoyed.
Jacklynn piped up again. "Unless, of course, she knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if she told it to you." She smiled as the two soldiers looked at her, confused.
Out in the harbor, a boat was coming in. Nothing too extraordinary about it until you noticed that it's sinking. And that the girl who was sailing wasn't paying any attention to it.
The girl would have been peculiar enough without her looks. But that just added to her oddness. Her long, black hair was braided at random places, and laced with beads of a variety of colors. Her skin was tanned to the point where it would take years of living in a root cellar for it to fade. Her eyes, heavily lined with black kohl, were a deep, chocolaty brown, and held a glint of mischief. She was dressed very abnormally. Her tight, tan pants were tucked into her knee-high, big, black, boots. Over the pants she wore a skirt, cut to flare out at the sides (A/N: aka, an A-Line Skirt) bright red in color. Her white shirt was low-cut, showing off a perfectly molded chest. Over it all, she wore a black overcoat. Strapped to her was a sword, pistol, and dagger. She had a ring on three fingers of each hand, her favorite being the red one that held a secret compartment, which always held poison. Numerous silver bangles glinted at both wrist, and her neck was laden with necklaces. Silver hoops and studs sparkled from her ears.
She stood on the mast of her slowly sinking boat, not noticing a thing. Suddenly, she looked down, and saw the water sloshing in the bottom. She jumped down, grabbed a bucket, and started to bail herself out. She the noticed three hanging pirate skeletons, holding a warning to all pirates, and setting an example. She smiled, observing that all three were men. *Men are stupid* she thought, not for the first time. *But they deserve as much respect as the rest of us* She took off her hat, paying homage to them.
She finally reached the port, her boat sinking lower and lower until
she was at the dock and able to simply walk off the boat's mast.
She strutted right past the harbormaster, who turned towards her, insulted "What? Hold up there, you. It's a shilling to tie up your boat at the docks." They both look at the sunken boat, the pirate with her eyebrows raised. The harbormaster turned back to her. " And I shall need to know your name."
Now this pirate was probably the most well known pirate in the Caribbean. She was Captain Jacklynn Sparrow, known for charming her way into men's hearts, then leaving them without a thing to their name. Now she put that reputation to the test. She leaned towards him, and whispered in his ear "You wouldn't be able to pronouns my name. This'll be easier for you." She pulled him into one of the soft, bribery kisses that she was known for. She slipped three shillings into his hand while doing this.
When she pulled away, he said, hoarsely "Welcome to Port Royal, Ms. Smith." As Jacklynn walked away, she spotted the harbormaster's money pouch and slipped it into her pocket.
She continued down to the docks, looking at all the ships that she could commander out to Tortuga. She heard a commotion behind her. Jacklynn sighed. She had hoped that the soldiers would go on being stupid and not notice her.
They both ran in front of her, blocking her way. "This dock is off limits to civilians." One said.
"I'm terribly sorry, I didn't know." She whispered, still flirting like mad. " If I see one, I shall inform you immediately." She tried to push through gracefully, but the stopped her yet again. *Time to get physical.* she thought. "Apparently there's some sort of a high toned and fancy to do up at the fort." She put her arms around both of their necks, bring them closer to each other and to her. "How could it be that two upstanding gentlemen such as yourselves did not merit an invitation?"
"Someone has to make sure this dock stays off limits to civilians." The first one spoke again.
"It's a fine goal to be sure but it seems to me that" She tried again to move past them, and failed. "a ship like that" she pointed out the Dauntless "makes this one here a bit superfluous, really."
"Ah, the Dauntless is the power in these waters, true enough," the second one finally took his eyes off Jacklynn and spoke. "but there's no ship that can match the Interceptor for speed."
Jacklynn hid her smile, pretending to think. "I've heard of one, supposed to be very fast, nigh un-catchable," She left them hanging for a second, while she looked at them through her long, dark eyelashes, "the Black Pearl."
One laughed "Well." He said, his laughter dieing with the look she sent him "There's no real ship that can match the Interceptor."
"The Black Pearl is a real ship." The other spoke up, with a glance at Jacklynn.
"No," His friend muttered, also glancing at the woman in front of them. "No it's not.
"Yes, it is." The other said, turning to the bigger man. "I've seen it."
Jacklynn rolled her eyes. They were going to be at this for a while. She returned to staring at the Interceptor.
"You've seen it?" He said, disbelievingly.
"Yes." He said, strongly.
"You haven't seen it." The second one scorned.
"Yes, I have." He insisted.
"You've seen a ship with black sails, that's crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out?"
"No." The first said.
"No." The second agreed, and turned back to Jacklynn. She looked back to them, pretending that she had found the entire conversation fascinating.
"But I have seen a ship with black sails." The first spoke up.
The other man turned, exasperated. "Oh, and no ship that's not crewed by the damned and captained by a man so evil that Hell itself spat him back out could possibly have black sails therefore couldn't possibly be any other ship than the Black Pearl. Is that what you're saying?" While he made his speech, Jacklynn slipped away, sauntering aboard the Interceptor.
"No." The first one said, nodding.
"Like I said," He said, turning back to where Jacklynn was. "There's no real ship as can match the Interceptor." Then he noticed Jacklynn at the wheel of the "fastest" ship in the Caribbean.
"Hey! You! Get away from there." One of them yelled, climbing aboard.
"You don't have permission to be aboard there, mate." The other said, following.
"I'm sorry, it's just it's such a pretty boat – ship." She said, acting sweet, innocent, and naïve.
"What's your name?" The first asked.
"Smith," She piped up. "Or Smithy, if you like."
"What's your purpose in Port Royal , Ms. Smith ?" The second remarked, sassily.
"Yeah, and no lies." The other added.
*Men are stupid* she thought again, and said "Well, then, I confess, it is my intention to commandeer one of these ships, pick up a crew in Tortuga, raid, pillage, plunder and otherwise pilfer my weasely black guts out!"
"I said no lies!" The first one interjected.
"I think she's telling the truth." The other muttered, as though he didn't want Jacklynn to hear.
"If she were telling the truth, she wouldn't have told us." The first said, annoyed.
Jacklynn piped up again. "Unless, of course, she knew you wouldn't believe the truth even if she told it to you." She smiled as the two soldiers looked at her, confused.