Disclaimer: The only character I own is Kat Sparrow. Steal her and die.
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The first two days passed without much of an incident. Kat and Jack did their jobs as best as they could, and the sea was beginning to seem more
and more like the home they never left. Kat's eyes opened to the sun streaming in through the porthole. Dawn had just begun to sprout from the horizon and the waves were calmly breaking against the hull of the ship. She slowly sat up on the seat and rubbed the nights sleep from her eyes. She looked around the room, trying to get her eyes readjusted to the light of day. She saw Jack sitting at the table, his body limp in his chair and
his hat drawn over his eyes. She snickered as he snored quietly. He
probably hadn't gotten to sleep much earlier than her awakening.
"Good morning to you too." She whispered under her breath. She dropped her legs from the seat and stretched out. The morning had brought a chill to the air, and she shivered. She grabbed Jack's coat and flung it on to keep warm. She then grabbed her waist bandana and retied it back into its
skirt-like fashion. She listened for footsteps, but couldn't find any
except hers when she walked to a mirror. Her hair was messed from the night and she hated to keep it like that. She opened a drawer just below the mirror and pulled out a brush she had found many years before. It was
bend and broken, but still did the trick.
"Ah, beautiful." She smiled to her reflection. She replaced the brush to
its drawer and walked for the quarters doors. She looked back at her brother to see if she had wakened him. She breathed a sigh of relief when
she saw that he hadn't moved an inch. She quietly opened the door and stepped out. She was immediately greeted by a nice, cool wind that almost
blew the door back closed. She dodged out and shut it before it could
slam.
"That was close." She said, wiping a hand across her forehead. The deck
was completely empty. Everyone was still asleep from the night before. Most of them probably hadn't slept for days, so this would be a very good
thing if they wanted to have a successful voyage. She looked up to the crows nest to see that the night watchman had left his post already. She scoffed in disgust at this. She knew that he was supposed to stay up there until the captain gave orders for him to return to the ground. The sails had been lowered for the night, but were easy enough to raise once the crew was ready to ship off. For the first time in a while, she felt that she
was home.
"Well, isn't it the little Sparrow." A voice from behind her made her jump about a foot off the ground. She whirled around to see First Mate Barbossa standing there. Kat felt a bit weary about this, being alone on deck with
him. She sort of wished that she had a pistol of her for protection.
"Yes, I am always up this early. And the name is Katrina." She said through her teeth. Barbossa just gave her sly sneer. She couldn't tell
what he was thinking, but didn't think it was anything good.
"Tis a bit hazardous for such a child to be on board with such an unwelcoming crowd." He said as he circled around her, his eyes moving up
and down her body. Her comfort level was very low at this point.
"I have done it many times. I may just be one of the most experienced
sailors on the Pearl, savvy?" She said sternly, not breaking the viper like gaze of this sinful man. His sneer quickly faded, replaced by a look
of disgust.
"Is that so?" He hissed. Kat stood her ground.
"Indeed. I have been doing this since I was just a child. According to
most, I am one of the best climbers and the best lookout that they have ever seen. Even better than the captain." She answered. She could feel that Barbossa wasn't really enjoying the fact that she was beating him at his own game. Inside she was laughing, but on the outside she kept a stone
face.
"The best, eh? Then ye might just be an asset to this ship after all." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but he held
on. She wasn't entirely what he meant by that comment.
"Barbossa!" Jacks voice shot past them. They both looked up to see the
captain standing there. How long he had been there, neither had known.
"Aye Captain?" Barbossa answered, taking his hand off of Kat's shoulder.
"Wake the others. We best be heading off." He ordered. Barbossa looked
back at Kat with a sideways glance, before heading to the stairs to the
lower level.
"Looks like ye two have made quite the fellowship." Jack said as Kat
watched the last bit of Barbossa's head disappear.
"You could say that." She said, shrugging and placing her hand into the jackets pockets. She was surprised when she found something there. She pulled it out to find that it was a small box. It wasn't much of anything, nothing designed on it. She opened it up to see that it was nothing but a
compass. She did notice something about it was different. "Jack, your compass doesn't point north." She looked up. Jack swaggered over and took
it from her.
"I know." He answered. Kat expected to hear more of an explanation as she took off his jacket and handed it too him, but none came. He just replaced
it in his pocket.
"Is there a reason for it?" She asked as he started up the stairs to the
helm. She was soon to follow him.
"Ye will know soon enough Kat." He said, sounded a tad annoyed. Down on deck, the men began to emerge groggily from the sleeping area. Among them was William, and the two Kat had met the day before. Bootstrap looked up at her and flashed a smile, before resuming his hard face in front of the others. All of them headed to their stations and began to get the sails ready for the day. There was much to be done. Immediately, Jack noticed that the wind was blowing much harder than the day before. Almost like a prayer had been answered. The only thing problem was that he was concerned
about the wind blowing a certain someone off the top of the sails.
"Kat, I don't think ye will be going up there today. Ye will be blown right off into the sea." He said, looking at the top of the mast with a
keen eye. Kat just let out a scoff.
"But Jack, I have done it during a storm! What makes this day any
different?" She complained. She hated to be grounded.
"First off, I didn't even know ye were up there. Secondly, I make the
rules around here so when I say ye can't do something; ye can't do it,
savvy?" He answered as he checked the compass once more. There was nothing Kat could do. When her brother got into captain mode, there was no
bringing him down. Admitting defeat, she just shook her head.
"Yes Captain. What would you like for me to do?" She asked. She hoped
that he would have some sort of job for her to keep busy for the day.
"Why not work on the little parchment book ye have? Ye seem to enjoy that bit of a hobby." He suggested, not even looking at her while he talked.
Kat brought a hand to the side of her head.
"I almost forgot about that! Alright then, I shall do that and one of this
fine crew may take my place." She said her voice with just a hint of
sarcasm. Jack didn't seem to notice.
"If ye are needed, I will send Bootstrap to fetch ye." He said as Kat started down the stairs. She quickly dodged into the captain's quarters and began to frantically search for her item. She prayed that she hadn't
left it behind in Tortuga.
"Where are you?" She said out loud as she rustled through one of the drawers. Finally, her hand felt an object that was familiar. She closed
her hand around it and pulled it out.
"Ah ha!" She exclaimed as she looked at her book. She had begun writing
in it after she received it from Jack for her fifteenth birthday. She never went anywhere without it. Attached to the beaten book was a small
bottle of ink and a pen she had fashioned out of a stick and a piece of metal. She clutched the items tightly as she shut the drawer and departed from the quarters. She didn't want to stay on the noisy deck with all of the men. It was bad enough when they weren't tired. She found her way to
the stairs leading to below the deck and descended into the darkness.
"Haven't these men ever thought of bathing?" She whispered to herself as a whiff of the crews sleeping area touched her nose. She carefully walked around heavy objects and storage to make it to the brig area. This was her ideal quiet spot. Normally no one ventured to this area unless they had
taken someone hostage. She had never been in there before hand, but
marveled at the fact that it was much larger than their old ship. The
heavy doors would be able to keep even the strongest of men at bay.
Looking around, she found the key hanging on the wall nearby. She
sauntered over and grabbed it. She then proceeded to unlock one of the
holding cells and tie the door back with a bit of rope. Yes, this was going to be a very relaxing area if she ignored the fact that most people that entered these cells were usually put to death. She went inside and
sat down, leaning her back against the wooden wall.
"Perfect." She smiled as she opened her book, her bottle of ink, and began
to write. She tried to write in it as often as she possibly could.
Everything she did, went, or was going to do was to be documented. She hoped that one day, when all of this was in her past; she would be able to
read it to her children. She didn't want to forget even the slightest detail. Of course, now she was writing about the first day on The Black
Pearl, her multiple scuffles and her budding friendship with what she considered the man of her dreams. Time slipped by as she scratched down everything that was locked away in her brain. Suddenly, her concentration was broken when she heard hard footsteps above her head. She looked up in
case it was someone coming her way, but found that she was still alone. She looked back down at her book. She had already written about ten pages before that happened. Again, the footsteps started above her. She looked up to see a bit of light coming from a knot hole in the ceiling. Slowly,
she closed her book and placed it where she had been sitting.
"Have ye finished mapping the course?" She heard Barbossas voice coming fro above. It took her a few seconds to realized that the brig must have been below the captain's quarters. She heard Jack say something next, but it was too soft for her ears to catch. She had to get closer. She looked around and spotted a support beam that would take her right up to that knot
hole. She quietly climbed it and brought her eye up to that hole. She couldn't see very much, but she could now hear everything. She tried to
stay as silent in her uncomfortable position as she possibly could.
"Ye do know that the crew think ye are mad for this voyage. The place is
just a legend to them." She heard Barbossa say. She could see Jack
setting some maps onto the table.
"Oh, they shall believe soon enough. All of me life, I have been listening to tales of Isle de Muerta but not one of those stories contained a human that had been there. I would like to change this." Jack said, pointing to
a certain spot of the made. Kat raised her eyebrows in interest.
"Isle de Muerta? What's that?" She said to herself under her breath. She
continued to watched and listen with all of her might.
"Aye, but tis a fools mission. The place doesn't exist." Barbossa
answered, not paying attention to where Jack's finger lay.
"Oh, but it does! I have obtained a map to that very island from a black-
market dealer." Jack insisted. Kat gritted her teeth a bit. She know
that Jack liked to purchase things from the black dealers, but normally
they weren't the real deal.
"Well Captain, as ye said before, all of the loot is equal for all. Of course, that means the location of the swag." Barbossas voice hissed. The
very sound of it made Kat cringe.
"Of course, but ye are not to disclose this to the crew. They are beneath us and therefore are not rightfully entitled to such information." Jack answered. Kat began concerned. She already didn't trust the first mate, but having him know such valuable information was defiantly not the best
idea. As Jack began to explain the directions to Barbossa, his voice became too hushed for Kat's ears to pick up. She pressed closer to try and
catch something.
"Where are you doing Brother?" She whispered, struggling to get something.
She hadn't noticed the person coming up behind her. The only indication was went the person grabbed her. She tried to let out a scream, but they covered her month. This was it; the men were taking their evil minds out
on her. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
*This seems like a good place to end. I love doing cliffys! Muah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha! Anyway, I'm reading the scripted to try and match a few things up. In later chapters, you get to learn about the fate of Jack and how Kat takes it. I hope I can update more often, but school is in full force. I have 6 weeks left until I'm done, so I hope to get some work done
then! Bye bye!*
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The first two days passed without much of an incident. Kat and Jack did their jobs as best as they could, and the sea was beginning to seem more
and more like the home they never left. Kat's eyes opened to the sun streaming in through the porthole. Dawn had just begun to sprout from the horizon and the waves were calmly breaking against the hull of the ship. She slowly sat up on the seat and rubbed the nights sleep from her eyes. She looked around the room, trying to get her eyes readjusted to the light of day. She saw Jack sitting at the table, his body limp in his chair and
his hat drawn over his eyes. She snickered as he snored quietly. He
probably hadn't gotten to sleep much earlier than her awakening.
"Good morning to you too." She whispered under her breath. She dropped her legs from the seat and stretched out. The morning had brought a chill to the air, and she shivered. She grabbed Jack's coat and flung it on to keep warm. She then grabbed her waist bandana and retied it back into its
skirt-like fashion. She listened for footsteps, but couldn't find any
except hers when she walked to a mirror. Her hair was messed from the night and she hated to keep it like that. She opened a drawer just below the mirror and pulled out a brush she had found many years before. It was
bend and broken, but still did the trick.
"Ah, beautiful." She smiled to her reflection. She replaced the brush to
its drawer and walked for the quarters doors. She looked back at her brother to see if she had wakened him. She breathed a sigh of relief when
she saw that he hadn't moved an inch. She quietly opened the door and stepped out. She was immediately greeted by a nice, cool wind that almost
blew the door back closed. She dodged out and shut it before it could
slam.
"That was close." She said, wiping a hand across her forehead. The deck
was completely empty. Everyone was still asleep from the night before. Most of them probably hadn't slept for days, so this would be a very good
thing if they wanted to have a successful voyage. She looked up to the crows nest to see that the night watchman had left his post already. She scoffed in disgust at this. She knew that he was supposed to stay up there until the captain gave orders for him to return to the ground. The sails had been lowered for the night, but were easy enough to raise once the crew was ready to ship off. For the first time in a while, she felt that she
was home.
"Well, isn't it the little Sparrow." A voice from behind her made her jump about a foot off the ground. She whirled around to see First Mate Barbossa standing there. Kat felt a bit weary about this, being alone on deck with
him. She sort of wished that she had a pistol of her for protection.
"Yes, I am always up this early. And the name is Katrina." She said through her teeth. Barbossa just gave her sly sneer. She couldn't tell
what he was thinking, but didn't think it was anything good.
"Tis a bit hazardous for such a child to be on board with such an unwelcoming crowd." He said as he circled around her, his eyes moving up
and down her body. Her comfort level was very low at this point.
"I have done it many times. I may just be one of the most experienced
sailors on the Pearl, savvy?" She said sternly, not breaking the viper like gaze of this sinful man. His sneer quickly faded, replaced by a look
of disgust.
"Is that so?" He hissed. Kat stood her ground.
"Indeed. I have been doing this since I was just a child. According to
most, I am one of the best climbers and the best lookout that they have ever seen. Even better than the captain." She answered. She could feel that Barbossa wasn't really enjoying the fact that she was beating him at his own game. Inside she was laughing, but on the outside she kept a stone
face.
"The best, eh? Then ye might just be an asset to this ship after all." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. She tried to pull away, but he held
on. She wasn't entirely what he meant by that comment.
"Barbossa!" Jacks voice shot past them. They both looked up to see the
captain standing there. How long he had been there, neither had known.
"Aye Captain?" Barbossa answered, taking his hand off of Kat's shoulder.
"Wake the others. We best be heading off." He ordered. Barbossa looked
back at Kat with a sideways glance, before heading to the stairs to the
lower level.
"Looks like ye two have made quite the fellowship." Jack said as Kat
watched the last bit of Barbossa's head disappear.
"You could say that." She said, shrugging and placing her hand into the jackets pockets. She was surprised when she found something there. She pulled it out to find that it was a small box. It wasn't much of anything, nothing designed on it. She opened it up to see that it was nothing but a
compass. She did notice something about it was different. "Jack, your compass doesn't point north." She looked up. Jack swaggered over and took
it from her.
"I know." He answered. Kat expected to hear more of an explanation as she took off his jacket and handed it too him, but none came. He just replaced
it in his pocket.
"Is there a reason for it?" She asked as he started up the stairs to the
helm. She was soon to follow him.
"Ye will know soon enough Kat." He said, sounded a tad annoyed. Down on deck, the men began to emerge groggily from the sleeping area. Among them was William, and the two Kat had met the day before. Bootstrap looked up at her and flashed a smile, before resuming his hard face in front of the others. All of them headed to their stations and began to get the sails ready for the day. There was much to be done. Immediately, Jack noticed that the wind was blowing much harder than the day before. Almost like a prayer had been answered. The only thing problem was that he was concerned
about the wind blowing a certain someone off the top of the sails.
"Kat, I don't think ye will be going up there today. Ye will be blown right off into the sea." He said, looking at the top of the mast with a
keen eye. Kat just let out a scoff.
"But Jack, I have done it during a storm! What makes this day any
different?" She complained. She hated to be grounded.
"First off, I didn't even know ye were up there. Secondly, I make the
rules around here so when I say ye can't do something; ye can't do it,
savvy?" He answered as he checked the compass once more. There was nothing Kat could do. When her brother got into captain mode, there was no
bringing him down. Admitting defeat, she just shook her head.
"Yes Captain. What would you like for me to do?" She asked. She hoped
that he would have some sort of job for her to keep busy for the day.
"Why not work on the little parchment book ye have? Ye seem to enjoy that bit of a hobby." He suggested, not even looking at her while he talked.
Kat brought a hand to the side of her head.
"I almost forgot about that! Alright then, I shall do that and one of this
fine crew may take my place." She said her voice with just a hint of
sarcasm. Jack didn't seem to notice.
"If ye are needed, I will send Bootstrap to fetch ye." He said as Kat started down the stairs. She quickly dodged into the captain's quarters and began to frantically search for her item. She prayed that she hadn't
left it behind in Tortuga.
"Where are you?" She said out loud as she rustled through one of the drawers. Finally, her hand felt an object that was familiar. She closed
her hand around it and pulled it out.
"Ah ha!" She exclaimed as she looked at her book. She had begun writing
in it after she received it from Jack for her fifteenth birthday. She never went anywhere without it. Attached to the beaten book was a small
bottle of ink and a pen she had fashioned out of a stick and a piece of metal. She clutched the items tightly as she shut the drawer and departed from the quarters. She didn't want to stay on the noisy deck with all of the men. It was bad enough when they weren't tired. She found her way to
the stairs leading to below the deck and descended into the darkness.
"Haven't these men ever thought of bathing?" She whispered to herself as a whiff of the crews sleeping area touched her nose. She carefully walked around heavy objects and storage to make it to the brig area. This was her ideal quiet spot. Normally no one ventured to this area unless they had
taken someone hostage. She had never been in there before hand, but
marveled at the fact that it was much larger than their old ship. The
heavy doors would be able to keep even the strongest of men at bay.
Looking around, she found the key hanging on the wall nearby. She
sauntered over and grabbed it. She then proceeded to unlock one of the
holding cells and tie the door back with a bit of rope. Yes, this was going to be a very relaxing area if she ignored the fact that most people that entered these cells were usually put to death. She went inside and
sat down, leaning her back against the wooden wall.
"Perfect." She smiled as she opened her book, her bottle of ink, and began
to write. She tried to write in it as often as she possibly could.
Everything she did, went, or was going to do was to be documented. She hoped that one day, when all of this was in her past; she would be able to
read it to her children. She didn't want to forget even the slightest detail. Of course, now she was writing about the first day on The Black
Pearl, her multiple scuffles and her budding friendship with what she considered the man of her dreams. Time slipped by as she scratched down everything that was locked away in her brain. Suddenly, her concentration was broken when she heard hard footsteps above her head. She looked up in
case it was someone coming her way, but found that she was still alone. She looked back down at her book. She had already written about ten pages before that happened. Again, the footsteps started above her. She looked up to see a bit of light coming from a knot hole in the ceiling. Slowly,
she closed her book and placed it where she had been sitting.
"Have ye finished mapping the course?" She heard Barbossas voice coming fro above. It took her a few seconds to realized that the brig must have been below the captain's quarters. She heard Jack say something next, but it was too soft for her ears to catch. She had to get closer. She looked around and spotted a support beam that would take her right up to that knot
hole. She quietly climbed it and brought her eye up to that hole. She couldn't see very much, but she could now hear everything. She tried to
stay as silent in her uncomfortable position as she possibly could.
"Ye do know that the crew think ye are mad for this voyage. The place is
just a legend to them." She heard Barbossa say. She could see Jack
setting some maps onto the table.
"Oh, they shall believe soon enough. All of me life, I have been listening to tales of Isle de Muerta but not one of those stories contained a human that had been there. I would like to change this." Jack said, pointing to
a certain spot of the made. Kat raised her eyebrows in interest.
"Isle de Muerta? What's that?" She said to herself under her breath. She
continued to watched and listen with all of her might.
"Aye, but tis a fools mission. The place doesn't exist." Barbossa
answered, not paying attention to where Jack's finger lay.
"Oh, but it does! I have obtained a map to that very island from a black-
market dealer." Jack insisted. Kat gritted her teeth a bit. She know
that Jack liked to purchase things from the black dealers, but normally
they weren't the real deal.
"Well Captain, as ye said before, all of the loot is equal for all. Of course, that means the location of the swag." Barbossas voice hissed. The
very sound of it made Kat cringe.
"Of course, but ye are not to disclose this to the crew. They are beneath us and therefore are not rightfully entitled to such information." Jack answered. Kat began concerned. She already didn't trust the first mate, but having him know such valuable information was defiantly not the best
idea. As Jack began to explain the directions to Barbossa, his voice became too hushed for Kat's ears to pick up. She pressed closer to try and
catch something.
"Where are you doing Brother?" She whispered, struggling to get something.
She hadn't noticed the person coming up behind her. The only indication was went the person grabbed her. She tried to let out a scream, but they covered her month. This was it; the men were taking their evil minds out
on her. No matter how hard she struggled, she couldn't break free.
*This seems like a good place to end. I love doing cliffys! Muah ha ha ha
ha ha ha ha! Anyway, I'm reading the scripted to try and match a few things up. In later chapters, you get to learn about the fate of Jack and how Kat takes it. I hope I can update more often, but school is in full force. I have 6 weeks left until I'm done, so I hope to get some work done
then! Bye bye!*