no unfortunately I don't own any of the characters exept the ones i made up myself.
Please be gentle with this its my first! I hoped you liked the first chapter enough to read this one I know its quite long winded but bear with me. Any reveiws welcome!
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Cassandra sat alone in a cabin, she pulled a blanket off of the cabin bed and wrapped it around her shoulders completely absorbed in her own self pity. She couldn't understand what it was that that captain had meant by his words. Sighing heavily she picked at the loose fibres of the worn blanket flicking them to the floor and glaring at them angrily. She heard the bolt of the cabin door slide open and the older pirate entered brandishing a pile of clothing and a steaming bowl of soup. Cassandra looked away stubbornly as he set the bowl down on the side table and threw the clothes in a pile onto a unstable looking chair in the corner.
"Try not and get yourself wound up lass," he said easing himself onto the bed and pulling a leather flask from his belt. He took a mouthful from the flask and extended his hand to her. She ignored it moving further away from the pirate.
"Its Mr Gibbs," he said dropping his hand and drinking from the flask again.
"What is his want for me?" she asked finally eyeing the soup with some interest, "If its money he wants my father will not pay a shilling." Mr Gibbs shook his head.
"Who's to tell? Jack has a plan, that I can be sure." he said thoughtfully replacing the cap on the flask, Cassandra looked up quickly.
"Jack? Jack Sparrow?" she said, she had no idea how she knew of the name, it seemed to lurk in her mind for unknown reasons.
"Aye," Mr Gibbs replied, "Na I don't think Jack'll be sniffing about for money, I think he is looking for the satisfaction of having you on his ship of your own accord." Cassandra snorted.
"It was hardly of my own accord."
"Aye lass but your father doesn't know that now does he?" the man grinned and Cassandra was sure that he knew more that he was letting on.
"Why has it got so much to do with my father?" Mr Gibbs stood and smiled down at her,
"Best speak to him about it lass," she watched him leave and to her satisfaction she heard him walk off without sliding the bolt. Getting to her feet she let the blanket fall to the floor and quickly changed into the clothes Mr Gibbs had given her, men's clothes, she looked into the tarnished mirror with distaste. She looked ridiculous, the trousers were so long that she had to role the legs up and the shirt hung on her like a bed sheet. She sat on the bed and contemplated what to do, her eyes fell on the soup, snatching the spoon from the table she delved it into the bowl.
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For a long moment after Cassandra woke she could not place where she was. The softest arrays of first light were just beginning to peer over the dark horizon. Quickly sitting up she cursed herself for falling asleep, she was lucky, it wasn't even morning yet, she would have to move now if she wanted to get off before the boat before it set sail, she wondered briefly if it could have already moved off and shook her head, it would be madness to set sail in the dead of the night. The thought comforted her as she crept out into the deserted passage cursing the ill fitting boots she wore as the heels scuffed loudly on the wooden floor. Bending she pulled them off and hurried toward the stairwell that let onto the deck. Seeing it was empty she stepped out and looked about in complete horror. There was not a peak or shadow of land in the sea, the ship was moving fast cutting deep into the ocean like a hot knife. Cassandra rubbed a hand over her eyes and lent over the barrier straining again to see anything at all other than the open waves. Spray settled gently on her face and the wind flapped her shirt making it flutter like a bed sheet too. Left alone for another minute Cassandra would have cried uncontrollably at her own stupidity.
"I'm wondering why you be sneakin around on deck at such times in the morning dressed like a man and not but a boot on your feet?" she spun round to face the captain.
"You filthy mongrel!" she snapped jamming a fist onto her hip and waving a finger at him. The pirate looked down at the tip of her finger and moved to the side as if dodging a bullet. "If you had any remorse in your foul body you'll let me off this boat at the next port."
"Ship luv, not a boat." he corrected narrowing his eyes and fidgeting his hands. Cassandra snorted.
"It's nout but a raft with sails," The captain looked around his dark eyes wide checking that the ship was indeed a ship and not a raft, satisfied her turned back to her and patted the ship's barrier fondly.
"You'll warm to it." he said swaying as he spoke. Cassandra scowled.
"I don't plan to be on it long enough to warm to it," she tried to turn her back to him but he grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to face him.
"Look luv, your getting what you want and I'm getting what I want, so lets just call it even savvy,?" she seethed with anger and lashed out her hand and caught him across the cheek with her slap. Sparrow closed his eyes briefly wishing away the sting.
"When was I wanting to be kidnapped by a boat full of scoundrels?" she snapped as the captain raised his hand.
"Ship." he corrected her again keeping a sharp eye on her hand in case she raised it again. Cassandra narrowed her eyes on him.
"I don't care what it is, its dirty and disgusting and over run with drunken louts." Sparrow gave her and small shrug and a smaller smile.
"Welcome to the Black Pearl luv," he swaggered off. Mr Gibbs rushed over to her.
"Have you lost your senses lass, I give you boots to wear and you still come out here with nothing on your blasted feet!" Cassandra scowled after the captain as Mr Gibbs led her back to the stairwell. From the helm he lifted his hat and grinned at her, the gold in his teeth catching the morning sun and winking.
"You tell me Mr Gibbs." Cassandra accepted to tankard of rum he offered her as she sat alone with him in the galley. "Tell me what he wants." Mr Gibbs perched himself on the stool opposite her and placed his own drink on the wobbling round table. His eyes gleamed with exitment at getting to tell the story.
"Well lass," he said rubbing his hands together, "I will tell you, you see Jack has unfinished business with Callis, your father, or rather," he said raising his bushy eyebrows, "your father has unfinished business with Jack. You see seven years ago your father made a bet with his union that he could catch Jack Sparrow." Mr Gibbs snorted at the thought, "And catch the Pearl he did and all that was on it save Jack of course, Mad with rage Callis had it so that every day that Jack didn't show himself he would sent a crew member to the Gallows. Seven days it took Jack to get himself to Dillon." Mr Gibbs lowered his eyes, "That was seven of his crew hung. Anyways Jack dives in saves the rest and makes off with his ship leaving your father a laughing stock of the union." the pirate looked at Cassandra's stricken face, "See lass your not a victim here, you're a trophy."
Cassandra understood at last how she came to know of Jack's name, she could here it now coming from her fathers lips as he had raged in his study. She glanced up at Mr Gibbs.
"He's using me to get back at my father?" Mr Gibbs nodded lifting his tankard to his lips, a small smile crept across Cassandra's lips as she lifted hers.