Chapter Nine
"Jack! Blast ye, wake up!"
"Whassah... Gibbs? Wha' 's it?"
"Cap'n we're bein' attacked!"
Jack suddenly sat bolt upright, staring at Gibbs.
"Attacked? Who?"
"I don' recognize 'er. Italian I think, Cap'n"
"Her colors?"
"Black flag, with a naked women crossed by a spear an' a pistol."
"What kind o' ship is she?"
"A schooner- built fer coastal raids- dunno what she's doin' attackin' a ship like the Pearl."
Jack sat on the edge of the bed, then, without a thought for his modesty, began dressing, rapping out orders all the while.
"Run out th' long nines. Haul th' colors an' make ready. Done attack 'less she does first."
Gibbs scurried out, drawing his cutlass as he did. Jack knotted the striped sash about his waist, sticking his sword and pistol in it. He rushed out of his cabin, and quickly assessed the scene before him. It was about four in the morning. In the half-light of early dawn he beheld a ship advancing on them, a sleek, low-slung craft with a shallow hull, meant for, as Gibbs had said, coastal raiding. The crew were loading and readying the cannons, being as quiet about it as they could.
As the ship neared, a gun fired, sending a plume of spray up scant yards from the Black Pearl. Jack raised his sword arm, blade at the ready, glinting with the deadly sheen of tempered steel. He remembered Finn talking about his father
"Some calle'd 'im Steelsheen, fer 'e were famed fer 'is skill wi't th' Sco'ish claymore."
For us he thought For me and Finn and with that he surged forward to the gunwale with a bloodcurdling battle cry, cracking off shot after shot and the ship now parallel to them.
The battle was over. Captain Jack Sparrow and the crew of The Black Pearl had lost. The crew was bound to the mainmast; Jack had his hands tied behind his back. The captain of the enemy ship, the Bloody Rose, stood in a cocksure manner on the gunwale, holding a rope with one hand, leaning in a way which made her curvaceous body most obvious against the sun, supervising her crew. Suddenly she spoke, in a thick Italian accent:
"M' name is Tatiana Torrini, and I am... how d'you say... commandeering this ship."
Jack winced as he heard that, struggling against his bonds, no one commandeered his ship, no one took the Pearl from him. Barbossa had done it twice, that was bad enough, but this woman... no, she would not get away with this. The hulking black man standing behind him growled deep in his throat
"Silence when de capitana speaks."
Jack cheekily made as if to bite him, then called aloud
"A parlay, if ye will, Captain Torrini."
She looked at him, a smug feline look playing across her striking features.
"Right then, Sparrow. Shall we retire to your cabin?"
"Fine wi' me- s' a'right wi't ye."
"Oswaldo." She called over her shoulder "Porti le bevande dell'alimento anche. Qualcosa si è adattare per questo uomo fine qui."
"Sì naturalmente, Capitana."
"È un tal idiot- li ha lasciati vedere che cosa posso uscire di lui comunque, noi. Osserva... seducable." "Vedremo. Scaturite solitamente comunque Capitana."
Jack was nonplussed. He couldn't understand a word the two were speaking, so he decided to ignore it.
When they reached the door of Jack's quarters, he opened the door and stepped back, affecting the manners of a gentleman.
Captain Tatiana Torrini demurely inclined her head, thanking him as she glided into the cabin.
Jack sat on his bed, his feet on the chest at the foot of his bed, leaning his head back, hips elevating - comfort was of the utmost, it always was.
Capitana Torrini watched; seducing this one might be well merited- a specimen worthy of conquest.
"So." Said Jack "What is it yer wantin'?"
"Well, Capitano," she purred, "I was wondering if perhaps we could not work out a... deal, as it were."
Jack quirked an eyebrow at her
"An' wot kin' o' deal are ye thinkin'?"
'He sounds intrigued- all I need to do is get into his bed and then he'll be putty in my hands.' Tatiana Torrini thought, narrowing her eyes to catlike slits. She unbuttoned her collar a bit more, and leaned forward, making sure he got a straight-on view of her cleavage.
"Well- If I were to do you a favor- surely you would be willing to, ah... repay me in some way."
Jack, looking at the way the was flaunting her chest, taking note of her seductive tone, and the way the smiled cattishly at his silence, and knew exactly what she was doing.
Oh God- not now. Jack, find some way to keep this woman away from you.
Jack bit his lip, he had no idea how to keep a woman away from his bed- he knew plenty about how to get them into it, but... He decided to play the fool.
"Wot kind o' favor were ye thinkin' o' doin' me?"
"Well- say I let you go about your way... I won't harm any of your crew... and... I can give you an enjoyable time..."
"The bit abou' no' harmin' me crew soun's good- but, t' be quite honest wi't ye, I 'aven't go' time fer enjoyment right now."
He looked up at her cheekily; she just smiled
"Of course you have... what's life without a little fun, eh?"
"Well- y'see, ordinarily I'd agree with ye. Wholeheartedly, e'en. But these circumstances 're, well- diff'rent."
She leaned forward, her raven dark hair brushing his chest, her voice husky in his ear
"Come now- you're Captain Jack Sparrow- this is not what you want."
Jack leaned away, attempting to estrange himself from the woman forcing herself on him.
"Actually, miss, 't is."
However, she was not deterred
"Jack," she breathed "You know you want me... I want you... come on. See how close the bed is, just a few paces that way, and there we are... just us, alone... no one would have to know."
Jack knew that ordinarily he'd have been utterly aroused by this talk, but now... He didn't even need to think of Finn for this woman to disgust him. He stood up.
"Tha's Cap'n Jack t'ye, an' if ye 'aven't got anything be'er t'do here than try'n seduce me, I'll be goin'."
She also got up, wondering why on earth she had failed, then it hit her
"You've got a lover haven't you?"
Jack didn't answer. Suddenly she was in front of him, pressing her full red lips upon his, clutching at him. He made a muffled noise of protest, and struggled to get out of her lustful grasp. However, she was clinging too hard to his shirt, so he settled for biting her tongue, as it forced entry into his mouth.
"Thamn oo- Thack Spa'ow" She lisped, attempting to examine her injured tongue. He grinned cheekily, reviving, now that she was farther away from him.
"My pleasure."
"Jack! Blast ye, wake up!"
"Whassah... Gibbs? Wha' 's it?"
"Cap'n we're bein' attacked!"
Jack suddenly sat bolt upright, staring at Gibbs.
"Attacked? Who?"
"I don' recognize 'er. Italian I think, Cap'n"
"Her colors?"
"Black flag, with a naked women crossed by a spear an' a pistol."
"What kind o' ship is she?"
"A schooner- built fer coastal raids- dunno what she's doin' attackin' a ship like the Pearl."
Jack sat on the edge of the bed, then, without a thought for his modesty, began dressing, rapping out orders all the while.
"Run out th' long nines. Haul th' colors an' make ready. Done attack 'less she does first."
Gibbs scurried out, drawing his cutlass as he did. Jack knotted the striped sash about his waist, sticking his sword and pistol in it. He rushed out of his cabin, and quickly assessed the scene before him. It was about four in the morning. In the half-light of early dawn he beheld a ship advancing on them, a sleek, low-slung craft with a shallow hull, meant for, as Gibbs had said, coastal raiding. The crew were loading and readying the cannons, being as quiet about it as they could.
As the ship neared, a gun fired, sending a plume of spray up scant yards from the Black Pearl. Jack raised his sword arm, blade at the ready, glinting with the deadly sheen of tempered steel. He remembered Finn talking about his father
"Some calle'd 'im Steelsheen, fer 'e were famed fer 'is skill wi't th' Sco'ish claymore."
For us he thought For me and Finn and with that he surged forward to the gunwale with a bloodcurdling battle cry, cracking off shot after shot and the ship now parallel to them.
The battle was over. Captain Jack Sparrow and the crew of The Black Pearl had lost. The crew was bound to the mainmast; Jack had his hands tied behind his back. The captain of the enemy ship, the Bloody Rose, stood in a cocksure manner on the gunwale, holding a rope with one hand, leaning in a way which made her curvaceous body most obvious against the sun, supervising her crew. Suddenly she spoke, in a thick Italian accent:
"M' name is Tatiana Torrini, and I am... how d'you say... commandeering this ship."
Jack winced as he heard that, struggling against his bonds, no one commandeered his ship, no one took the Pearl from him. Barbossa had done it twice, that was bad enough, but this woman... no, she would not get away with this. The hulking black man standing behind him growled deep in his throat
"Silence when de capitana speaks."
Jack cheekily made as if to bite him, then called aloud
"A parlay, if ye will, Captain Torrini."
She looked at him, a smug feline look playing across her striking features.
"Right then, Sparrow. Shall we retire to your cabin?"
"Fine wi' me- s' a'right wi't ye."
"Oswaldo." She called over her shoulder "Porti le bevande dell'alimento anche. Qualcosa si è adattare per questo uomo fine qui."
"Sì naturalmente, Capitana."
"È un tal idiot- li ha lasciati vedere che cosa posso uscire di lui comunque, noi. Osserva... seducable." "Vedremo. Scaturite solitamente comunque Capitana."
Jack was nonplussed. He couldn't understand a word the two were speaking, so he decided to ignore it.
When they reached the door of Jack's quarters, he opened the door and stepped back, affecting the manners of a gentleman.
Captain Tatiana Torrini demurely inclined her head, thanking him as she glided into the cabin.
Jack sat on his bed, his feet on the chest at the foot of his bed, leaning his head back, hips elevating - comfort was of the utmost, it always was.
Capitana Torrini watched; seducing this one might be well merited- a specimen worthy of conquest.
"So." Said Jack "What is it yer wantin'?"
"Well, Capitano," she purred, "I was wondering if perhaps we could not work out a... deal, as it were."
Jack quirked an eyebrow at her
"An' wot kin' o' deal are ye thinkin'?"
'He sounds intrigued- all I need to do is get into his bed and then he'll be putty in my hands.' Tatiana Torrini thought, narrowing her eyes to catlike slits. She unbuttoned her collar a bit more, and leaned forward, making sure he got a straight-on view of her cleavage.
"Well- If I were to do you a favor- surely you would be willing to, ah... repay me in some way."
Jack, looking at the way the was flaunting her chest, taking note of her seductive tone, and the way the smiled cattishly at his silence, and knew exactly what she was doing.
Oh God- not now. Jack, find some way to keep this woman away from you.
Jack bit his lip, he had no idea how to keep a woman away from his bed- he knew plenty about how to get them into it, but... He decided to play the fool.
"Wot kind o' favor were ye thinkin' o' doin' me?"
"Well- say I let you go about your way... I won't harm any of your crew... and... I can give you an enjoyable time..."
"The bit abou' no' harmin' me crew soun's good- but, t' be quite honest wi't ye, I 'aven't go' time fer enjoyment right now."
He looked up at her cheekily; she just smiled
"Of course you have... what's life without a little fun, eh?"
"Well- y'see, ordinarily I'd agree with ye. Wholeheartedly, e'en. But these circumstances 're, well- diff'rent."
She leaned forward, her raven dark hair brushing his chest, her voice husky in his ear
"Come now- you're Captain Jack Sparrow- this is not what you want."
Jack leaned away, attempting to estrange himself from the woman forcing herself on him.
"Actually, miss, 't is."
However, she was not deterred
"Jack," she breathed "You know you want me... I want you... come on. See how close the bed is, just a few paces that way, and there we are... just us, alone... no one would have to know."
Jack knew that ordinarily he'd have been utterly aroused by this talk, but now... He didn't even need to think of Finn for this woman to disgust him. He stood up.
"Tha's Cap'n Jack t'ye, an' if ye 'aven't got anything be'er t'do here than try'n seduce me, I'll be goin'."
She also got up, wondering why on earth she had failed, then it hit her
"You've got a lover haven't you?"
Jack didn't answer. Suddenly she was in front of him, pressing her full red lips upon his, clutching at him. He made a muffled noise of protest, and struggled to get out of her lustful grasp. However, she was clinging too hard to his shirt, so he settled for biting her tongue, as it forced entry into his mouth.
"Thamn oo- Thack Spa'ow" She lisped, attempting to examine her injured tongue. He grinned cheekily, reviving, now that she was farther away from him.
"My pleasure."