Pirates of the Caribbean:

The Legend of Captain Redd's Lost Treasure

Chapter 2: Meeting Mr Sparrow

By: Vipera berus

Disclaimer: Me? The owner of Pirates of the Caribbean? Oh, no, sorry, you came to the wrong girl, mate.

Author's Note: This chapter is a bit shorter than the previous and it's a lot talking. But like I've said, the plot is getting better all the time! Remember to review!

When Tony finally woke up, she had no memory of last night. Her head was throbbing painfully. She could feel warm sun rays shine upon her body from the windows in the cabin she was in. The ship rocked peacefully, trying to lure her back to sleep. But it seemed impossible to go back to sleep as her headache was only getting worse. Bloody hangover... she thought groggily and shifted her position on the soft bed. The sun was now shining on her face with its warm rays.

Why wasn't she getting any sleep? Oh what the hell...I need a bottle of rum anyways... she thought and raised herself to sit. She yawned hugely while her eyes were tightly shut and she rubbed them with her hands.

"G'morning, love." said a rough voice from her right.

Her eyes shot open, and she turned quickly to face a man who was sitting beside her on the bed. As she turned so quickly, her right hand, with which she had rubbed her eye with, hit the stranger square across his face, colliding with his nose rather painfully. The man had jumped off the bed and his hands were up to his nose as he groaned in pain. Tony became so surprised, when she saw him, that she backed away from him as fast as she could and fell to the floor with a thump on the opposite side of the man.

He was back on his feet and stood on the opposite side of the bed and Tony sat on the other side, looking at the man over the bed edge. He was still holding his hands up to his nose and groaning. Who the hell is he? she thought panicked and glanced around the cabin, noticing that it wasn't the cabin she had been in last night. Her blue eyes went back to the man and she looked at him up and down.

She could no way deny the fact that he was a very handsome with a well-built body. He had a tri-corner hat on his head above a dirty red scarf, which was wrapped around his forehead to control his unruly hair. His hair was dark brown, nearly black and it was filled with strange trinkets such as coins and pearls which were tangled in messy dreadlocks, braids or/and beads. His face was dirty and tanned and he had dark brown eyes rimmed with black kohl. He had a moustache and a goatee spread in two braids. He wore a dark leather coat (which reached his knees) above a blue vest over an off-white shirt that exposed a bit of his tanned and muscular chest. His breeches were dark blue and worn. The heavy leather boots he had on his feet, were quite similar to Tony's, except a bit bigger. From the belt around his hips, hanged a sword, a pistol and a compass with a sash in creamy white and red stripes. Almost every finger on his hand had a ring on it and he had a lot of strange bracelets, scarves and things around his wrists. His unusual and wild look would've made every person stare at him just like Tony did.

His hands were back to his sides, well, one hand was resting on his pistol and the other was just there. And now he was grinning at her like a fool and she found out that his mouth was filled with gold. What a place to waste his gold... she thought at that moment.

"Nice hit, lass. Slept well, I s'pose?" he asked her and noticed that her eyes were a clear blue colour. He was swaying as he stood. He looked down at her from the opposite side of the bed and smirked at her surprised face. Her mouth was slightly open and her eyes were big as she stared at him soundlessly.

Tony snapped out of her thoughts and quickly jumped to her feet, making sure she kept her distance to this man. Neither of them moved, she stared at him wondering why she was in a different cabin with a man who looked like a pirate. He was smirking and just looking at her in interest.

"Who the hell are you?" She asked fiercely. A thought that he was just her imagination was still on her mind, but he seemed to be real... and solid. It took a while until he answered. He was still swaying, which annoyed her.

Is he drunk? Or is the ship rocking? Or am I still drunk? Tony thought but his answer brought her back on earth.

"Jack Sparrow. Known as Captain Jack Sparrow." he said with a toothy smirk and a swish with his hand. Tony couldn't help but snort disbelieving. He raised his eyebrows.

"Jack Sparrow?" she repeated, he nodded. Then she couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Really? And I'm the Queen of England." she said sarcastically. His smirk faded.

"I am Jack Sparrow. Captain of the Black Pearl." He said to her. She shook her head with a huge grin and chuckled. Jack walked over to her so that he was standing in front of her. Tony backed away. "You don't believe me?" he asked, more like stated as he rolled his sleeve up to his elbow to show her a tattoo of a sparrow flying above the sea. Tony's grin faded and she backed away as much as she could, hitting a bookshelf with her back.

"You - you really are Jack Sparrow?" She asked and pointed at him with her index finger. She gazed at him first from his tattoo and then to his face.

"Aye, bu' it's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, love." He corrected and rolled his sleeve down again.

"So, you're telling me that you're really Jack Sparrow? Captain of the Black Pearl?" she asked with raised eyebrows. He nodded once again. "Right... The Jack Sparrow who was marooned on an island in the middle of nowhere?" he nodded with a grin. "And then you got rescued by rumrunners, right? I heard you drank three days rum in a row. Oh, well, I also heard that one stupid Barbossa, or what's his name, stole you're ship before that? Let me add, you suck being a Captain!" Tony spat. "You say this is the Black Pearl? Urgh?! This rotten piece of wood? But I've seen worse..." she said casually and watched him stare at her, his temper rising slowly. She smirked evilly.

"Quite right ye are, love. Although with a few wrong details." Jack began with a finger in the air in front of him. Tony had thought he was going to explode at her in anger. His face was calm. "No insults, if I were ye..." he trailed off, looking around him in the cabin as if he had just noticed that he was in it. She was also looking around her.

"Why am I here?" she asked and her eyes flashed dangerously, when she noticed that she was on a different ship with pirates. "Ye kidnapped me, you bastard!"

"I was just - " Jack started but was cut off by her.

"Don't tell me that this is a great honour to be kidnapped by the infamous Jack Sparrow?! Ha! You're the worst pirate I've ever heard of!" Tony said loudly and placed her hands on her hips.

"I didn't kidnap ye, Miss Mayfield - "

"Mayfield?" Tony questioned without thinking what she said. "Oh! Yeah... t - that's me!" she added nervously and gave a laugh. Jack eyed her curiously.

"I know tha', Miss. Now I've heard about yer big fortune in Port Royal," he paused. "I've taken ye hostage until ye're willin' to give all the gold to us." Jack finished with a smirk. Tony stared at him with her mouth slightly open.

She took a minute to answer him. Who does he think he is? Honestly... Tony thought and eyed Jack coldly.

"Ok, yeah sure whatever. Guess I have no other choice, have I, Sparrow?" Tony said lazily. "I have a question, though. What did you do with the Lady Jane?" she asked him before he had managed to answer her previous statement.

"The lovely Lady is left behind. Ye didn't 'ave relatives aboard, did you?" Jack asked her as an afterthought.

"No." she replied angrily after a moment. "Did ye kill lots of people? Attacked our ship just to get some loot, huh?" Tony spat rather angrily and crossed her arms over her chest. Jack didn't answer.

He glanced at her before walking to the other end of the cabin and he took a seat in a chair behind his desk which was filled with maps and papers. He flopped his feet on top of all the papers and rested his hands behind his head, while looking at her in interest.

"I didn't harm any passengers, if ye had a fiancé or somethin' aboard. Killed those who I had teh." Jack said calmly. "Don't look at me like that. I had a very good reason to attack the boat. And what I found was more than I bargained for. I'm talking 'bout yer 80 000 shillings, love." Jack smirked. Tony scowled.

"When are we in Port Royal?" she asked. "Just to get this over with. I hope ye release me after you get your gold, Sparrow. Otherwise there will be hell to pay."

"An hour, I s'pose. Ye were out a day, Miss Mayfield. The blow ye got in yer head was no light hit." Jack said and closed his eyed as if he was going to take a nap. Tony raised her hand to her forehead and felt a bruise.

"I thought it was hangover." She said suddenly and Jack laughed. He took an apple from the bowl on the table and took a bite, then chewing it a bit before grinning at her with his gold teeth glittering in the sun that shone in from the windows. Tony rolled her eyes.

"I never knew yer kind o' people could 'ave hangovers, never knew they even drank anythin'." Jack said and chewed a bit more.

"Right..." she muttered and eyed the apple in his hand.

"These apples are poisoned, love. Wouldn't want ye to be poisoned, now would we?" Jack said matter-of-factly with a smirk as he noticed her gaze. Tony said nothing just watched the apple and the bowl.

She gave him a smirk and walked over to the desk where he sat, stopped in front of him and took an apple from the bowl. She gave him a sarcastic grin and took a bite and chewed.

"Don't taste like they're poisoned, darling." Tony mocked and took another bite. Jack had stopped chewing his apple and looked annoyed at her.

"Aye, it's tasteless poison, love." Jack mocked back with a grin and swung his feet back to the floor. He leaned a bit over the desk to be closer to her. "We should start our having fun, lass, while we have the time, unless ye 'ave a story how ye came across 80 000 shillings, eh? Bu' fun sounds better in me ears, wha' about ye?" he asked seductively and glanced at the bed.

She got his point and snorted. "Find a whore for all the fun you're planning to have. I'm not interested." she answered sweetly. "Or have it all by yourself, Sparrow."

"Bu' I don't like being alone. It gets kinda cold, y'know?" he said.

"I assure you, ye would have much colder with me than without me. I am a bit...chilly." Tony said glaring at him angrily but her voice was steady. How dares he think I'm a whore?!?!? The bastard! she thought angrily.

The door to the cabin burst open and in walked a dark woman. She stopped in her tracks as she saw Jack leaning over the desk where Tony stood with her arms crossed over her chest. She eyed them both with raised eyebrows and an amused expression on her face.

"Ever heard o' a thing called knocking, Anamaria?" Jack asked annoyed.

The woman was a few years older than Tony. She had pitch black hair which fell to her mid-back from underneath a grey hat. She wore an off-white shirt with long sleeves she had rolled up to her elbows and a pair of dirty brown breeches. She had dark brown eyes, Tony thought they were black first.

"Nah, didn't bother to do tha', Cap'n." she said and glanced at Tony who was looking very angry. "Port Royal in the horizon, Jack." she said as she turned her eyes back to Jack.

"Good. I'll be right up." Jack said and stood up. "Ah, yes, Anamaria, this be Miss Mayfield from the Lady Jane. Miss Mayfield, this be Anamaria, one o' me faithful crew." Jack said to them both. Tony was still a bit angry at Jack and gave them both a glare. Anamaria smirked at the girl's hateful mood.

"And what are ye smirking about?" Tony snapped at the woman. "Wipe it off your face, it doesn't suit you." she added with narrowed eyes. Anamaria's action was quick. Before Tony was able to speak some more, a pistol was pointing in her face. It was pointing right between her eyes...

"Watch it, little wench. You don't want to anger me or I might pull the trigger." Anamaria said dangerously. They glared at each other daggers.

"Then your dear Captain won't get his gold. You don't want to disappoint him do ye?" said Tony, equal danger in her voice. Anamaria glared at her then at Jack who was eyeing them in interest. She lowed her pistol slowly.

"You're nothing but a snobby strumpet with a sharp tongue." Anamaria stated coldly. Tony said nothing this time. "Ye had yer way with 'er already, Cap'n? They really need ye up on deck." she added to Jack and placed her pistol in its hold.

"Aye. Bu' we need to tie the lass when I'm leaving." Jack said to Anamaria. She nodded and they both glanced at Tony.

"What? I'm not that stupid that I'll jump off board and be eaten by sharks." said Tony and rolled her eyes.

The pirates walked over to her without a word and tied her to the bed-post. Tony said nothing as they did this.

When she was tied tightly, Jack and Anamaria straightened up and looked down at her.

"Stay with the missy. Don't want her doin' anything...stupid." Jack said glancing at Tony from the corner of his eye.

"I'm not stupid. You'd be jealous of me if we took an brain test, Sparrow." Tony spat and tried to wriggle her hands free from the rope.

Jack walked to the door and opened it. He turned to look at the two women once again. "Do behave, Miss Mayfield. Ye might just be rewarded if ye act real nicely like ladies should." Jack said with a grin before he walked out of the cabin. They heard his boots as he walked up the stairs to the deck.

Anamaria went to Jack's desk and sat on top of it, looking at Tony who was at the other side of the cabin.

She was staring at Tony with disgust. "Ye have it easy, Mayfield." Anamaria said to her icily. Tony glared at her angrily.

"I wish I'd had it easy, ye mean." Tony replied icily. They stared at each other with hate again for a few minutes without a word.

"How come ye 'ave so much money then?" Anamaria asked after a while.

"I pillage and plunder, of course. And now I have a big fortune your idiot Captain is after! It's buried on the beach, did I mention?" Tony said sarcastically. Anamaria frowned annoyed.

"A little lying whore, ye are." came Anamaria's poisonous sweet statement. "Besides, Jack's not an idiot." she added as an afterthought. Tony looked at her curiously at the same time she was trying to get her hands free from the rope.

"I knew it. You're knocking boots with the blighter!?" Tony retorted mischievously with a smirk. She seemed to anger her with those words because the next thing she knew was that her cheek was red and stinging as Anamaria's hand had collided with it in a haste. Anamaria had slapped her. She was now standing above her, looking down at her with anger flashing in her eyes. Tony's mouth hung open from surprise and her head was forced to the side.

"No, I'm not doing such things with the Captain. That's why you're here." Anamaria said with her hands on her hips. Tony brought her head back in Anamaria's direction to glare at her in anger.

"I'm not a whore. And why the hell did ye slap me for?!" Tony said.

"Just felt like it." Anamaria answered coldly nodding her head. Tony frowned and looked away from her as she returned to the desk and sat on it again. Their eyes met for a while, pure hatred in both.

I'll show that thing a real slap some day...when I get my hands free, that is... Tony thought, sulking.

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To Be Continued...

Author's Note: Yay! The end of chapter two! :) Hope you liked it?!