Okay, yup, I don't own PotC, as if!!
Right, for anyone (this is mostly for you etheriums angel) that did not understand why Jack was calling Fen 'luv'' when he thinks she's a boy, the reason is that she said 'Captain' a little, to say the least, sarcastically. So he's getting his little victory over her for it - I mean if you're a boy in the 18th century, you don't really appreciate being called 'luv'' do you...
Hope that cleared it up a little - I'll go back and change it sometime, so it's better, if anyone else wants to read it... (you never know!)
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Chapter 8 : "The Four-Headed Horse"
(Fen)
Fen looked around her hopelessly. She was lost. Completely, one hundred and fifty percent. Wow, you have to clap at that one, she thought, first time in one of these blasted civilised places and I get lost. Wow, well done.
She collapsed to the ground under the only tree in sight. A bit of common land. Trees she understood. They grew if they had sun and a bit of water, otherwise they didn't. Simple as that. Whereas humans, really they were impossible. She gazed around her. Yeah, impossible was the word.
She'd got of the Pearl and walked in the same direction as the crew had. It was a rather untrustworthy part of Port Royal, that she'd realised easily. All was dark and shdowy, cruel looking even, and the people, it hadn't taken her long to find out, were just as bad.
After an hour or so of wandering around in cercles, she'd decided to ask her way. Fat lot of good that had done. "'Course mate, just round there, carry on walking, ye can't miss it," had been enough to put her in a better mood... at first. She'd followed the instructions and found herself in the middle of nowhere, in a place even darker than before. So she'd asked again, and again, and again. And found herself walking around in cercles.
The sun had now completely set, Jack was going to kill her. She put her head in her hands. Looks like her beautiful cleaning was to absolutely no avail. He'd never give her something decent to do, that was, if she ever found him again.
What was she thinking, she 'needed' Jack? Hardly. She could easily survive without him. Easily, wouldn't be at all hard. She could go to the navy or something, maybe they'd take her on, if they thought she was a boy? Or otherwise a maid. She shivered, that never. Rather dead.
She swallowed, trying to decide what to do. She stood up, closed her eyes and walked forwards.
After approximately 10 minutes of "Hey, watch where ye goin', mate", "Move!" and other scathing remarks, she found herself in a more populated part of the town and consequently, was forced to open her eyes.
She stared at the sight in front of her. Some kind of, well, yeah, box. Enormous, like the other ones she had passed, but had been to busy thinking to actually look at. Roaring singing, crashes, yelling, even the odd gun fire seemed to pour out of it. Her mouth fell open, 'civilised', yeah right!
A brightly painted sign swung from hinges above the door. "The Four-Headed Horse". That reminded her of something, hadn't Jack said... She had to go IN there. Oh, no. This just got worse and worse.
She took a deep breath and walked forwards. It took all of her courage to get her to the door, but she made it, just.
She pushed it open slowly.
(Jack)
Meanwhile, Jack had gotten tired of waiting. He'd ordered a couple of rums, but the little outcast still wasn't there. Probably didn't dare walk off the ship! That made him grin. Actually, the very thought of the lad made him grin. He was quite something else. Weird and naive, but he had something to him, some kind of secret that he was, anyone could see, trying as hard as possible to keep. But he was trying so hard that he kept making mistakes and saying strange things. Acting on the spur of the moment, basically.
Jack had ordered a couple more rums and there was still no sign of him, so he'd given up and accepted an invitation from one of the err... young ladies that were frequently in this type of bar.
(Fen)
Unfortunately for Fen, she couldn't think straight with all the noise and bustle and Jack was no longer waiting for her just by the door. So she had to walk all the way to the counter...
She got there, slightly green, clutching her head.
"Yer all right, mate?" The man behind it asked. "Yeah, I'll be all right..." She swallowed, "Has someone called Jack, erm, Sparrow been here, erm, recently?"
"E's in one of the back rooms, number ten." The bartender winked. "Err, thanks," Fen answered, not understanding. She went through the back door, into the corridor leading to a dozen narrow doors.
"But, wait, ye can't..." The bartender yelled after her. She counted the doors, yeah, that was the tenth one, she reached out for the handle. Footsteps pounded down the corridor behind her. "Wait, Jack'll kill me..." Too late she pulled on the door, it didn't open. She pulled harder, still nothing. She yanked it with all her strength causing it to rattle in its hinges, but still it didn't give way.
The bartender got to her. "Wait, you can't -" "What have you done with him?" She pulled a pistol out that had been left with the clothes Jack had given her on the chair and pointed it at his forehead. The poor man looked a bit put out, "Woah, calm down, I didn't mean it like tha -" "I said, and will now repeat, what have you done with him?"
A key turned in the lock and the door opened. Both Fen and the barteender turned around surprised. Jack stood there, chest bare, clutching a blanket around his waist and grinning like an idiot.
"Beg ye pardon, Jack , I told 'im not teh -" "Don't get all worked up, Jacob, would ye leave us?" He barely even glanced at the bartender who hurried in the other direction.
(Jack)
Fen's face was a picture of blushing surprise, rapidly changing to anger. "You-" "I know, but I thought ye 'ad decided to spite me an' not come." He interrupted, "Now look, ye can't jus' go runnin' inter these back rooms, for the simple reason tha' the people in 'em won't appreciate it." He looked mockingly at the bundle of emotions in front of him. "Now, I suggest that you ask fer a couple o' rums and tha' yer meet me in about 3 hours in the main room. Then we'll go back ter the Pearl an' 'ave tha' talk all right?"
"I don't drink" Fen mumbled. "I know, but it'll do you some good," Jack answered wryly.
He closed the door, leaving Fen standing somewhat confused in front of it, locked it and collapsed onto the bed. A couple of lice were bounced into the air, but he didn't pay attention. The lad didn't know a first thing - when you think about it, it's amazing he even managed to come in here without fainting.
Soft lips touched his shoulder. He nearly shrugged them off, then decided against it - he was paying, after all.
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Hours later, as promised, or rather, as ordered, Fen sat waiting for Jack behind one of the wooden tables lining the wall. She kept her head down, ignoring her surroundings and, squinting, tried to force a seventh bottle of rum down her throat.
"I think you've had quite enough," a rough hand took the bottle from her hand. She sat back, relieved. "Thought you'd never come, Jack. That's vile stuff."
"Captain... And it might be vile stuff, but it does a world of good, doesn't it?"
"Aye, that it does." She agreed
"Come on lad, we need to 'ave that little talk of ours." He walked out into the night sky and back to the Pearl, Fen in full pursuit.
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I know, more suspense. But I'm on holiday and, thanks to a pretty sore knee, stuck inside, so the next chapter'll be coming soon.
Thanks for the other two reviews, Novalea. How about we make a deal? I'll not go on at you about suspense, if you don't go on at me?! You'll have to forgive me it again, but I'll try to get on with the next chapter so as not to leave you in the dark...
DaydreamBeliever14 : Glad you liked it, the little 'talk' will be in the next chapter, promise...
etheriums angel : sorry I confused you, hope I cleared it up, but if I didn't then set all hell loose on me, and I'll change the story somewhat. Just one question, did you mean to send the same review 3 times??!
Right, for anyone (this is mostly for you etheriums angel) that did not understand why Jack was calling Fen 'luv'' when he thinks she's a boy, the reason is that she said 'Captain' a little, to say the least, sarcastically. So he's getting his little victory over her for it - I mean if you're a boy in the 18th century, you don't really appreciate being called 'luv'' do you...
Hope that cleared it up a little - I'll go back and change it sometime, so it's better, if anyone else wants to read it... (you never know!)
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Chapter 8 : "The Four-Headed Horse"
(Fen)
Fen looked around her hopelessly. She was lost. Completely, one hundred and fifty percent. Wow, you have to clap at that one, she thought, first time in one of these blasted civilised places and I get lost. Wow, well done.
She collapsed to the ground under the only tree in sight. A bit of common land. Trees she understood. They grew if they had sun and a bit of water, otherwise they didn't. Simple as that. Whereas humans, really they were impossible. She gazed around her. Yeah, impossible was the word.
She'd got of the Pearl and walked in the same direction as the crew had. It was a rather untrustworthy part of Port Royal, that she'd realised easily. All was dark and shdowy, cruel looking even, and the people, it hadn't taken her long to find out, were just as bad.
After an hour or so of wandering around in cercles, she'd decided to ask her way. Fat lot of good that had done. "'Course mate, just round there, carry on walking, ye can't miss it," had been enough to put her in a better mood... at first. She'd followed the instructions and found herself in the middle of nowhere, in a place even darker than before. So she'd asked again, and again, and again. And found herself walking around in cercles.
The sun had now completely set, Jack was going to kill her. She put her head in her hands. Looks like her beautiful cleaning was to absolutely no avail. He'd never give her something decent to do, that was, if she ever found him again.
What was she thinking, she 'needed' Jack? Hardly. She could easily survive without him. Easily, wouldn't be at all hard. She could go to the navy or something, maybe they'd take her on, if they thought she was a boy? Or otherwise a maid. She shivered, that never. Rather dead.
She swallowed, trying to decide what to do. She stood up, closed her eyes and walked forwards.
After approximately 10 minutes of "Hey, watch where ye goin', mate", "Move!" and other scathing remarks, she found herself in a more populated part of the town and consequently, was forced to open her eyes.
She stared at the sight in front of her. Some kind of, well, yeah, box. Enormous, like the other ones she had passed, but had been to busy thinking to actually look at. Roaring singing, crashes, yelling, even the odd gun fire seemed to pour out of it. Her mouth fell open, 'civilised', yeah right!
A brightly painted sign swung from hinges above the door. "The Four-Headed Horse". That reminded her of something, hadn't Jack said... She had to go IN there. Oh, no. This just got worse and worse.
She took a deep breath and walked forwards. It took all of her courage to get her to the door, but she made it, just.
She pushed it open slowly.
(Jack)
Meanwhile, Jack had gotten tired of waiting. He'd ordered a couple of rums, but the little outcast still wasn't there. Probably didn't dare walk off the ship! That made him grin. Actually, the very thought of the lad made him grin. He was quite something else. Weird and naive, but he had something to him, some kind of secret that he was, anyone could see, trying as hard as possible to keep. But he was trying so hard that he kept making mistakes and saying strange things. Acting on the spur of the moment, basically.
Jack had ordered a couple more rums and there was still no sign of him, so he'd given up and accepted an invitation from one of the err... young ladies that were frequently in this type of bar.
(Fen)
Unfortunately for Fen, she couldn't think straight with all the noise and bustle and Jack was no longer waiting for her just by the door. So she had to walk all the way to the counter...
She got there, slightly green, clutching her head.
"Yer all right, mate?" The man behind it asked. "Yeah, I'll be all right..." She swallowed, "Has someone called Jack, erm, Sparrow been here, erm, recently?"
"E's in one of the back rooms, number ten." The bartender winked. "Err, thanks," Fen answered, not understanding. She went through the back door, into the corridor leading to a dozen narrow doors.
"But, wait, ye can't..." The bartender yelled after her. She counted the doors, yeah, that was the tenth one, she reached out for the handle. Footsteps pounded down the corridor behind her. "Wait, Jack'll kill me..." Too late she pulled on the door, it didn't open. She pulled harder, still nothing. She yanked it with all her strength causing it to rattle in its hinges, but still it didn't give way.
The bartender got to her. "Wait, you can't -" "What have you done with him?" She pulled a pistol out that had been left with the clothes Jack had given her on the chair and pointed it at his forehead. The poor man looked a bit put out, "Woah, calm down, I didn't mean it like tha -" "I said, and will now repeat, what have you done with him?"
A key turned in the lock and the door opened. Both Fen and the barteender turned around surprised. Jack stood there, chest bare, clutching a blanket around his waist and grinning like an idiot.
"Beg ye pardon, Jack , I told 'im not teh -" "Don't get all worked up, Jacob, would ye leave us?" He barely even glanced at the bartender who hurried in the other direction.
(Jack)
Fen's face was a picture of blushing surprise, rapidly changing to anger. "You-" "I know, but I thought ye 'ad decided to spite me an' not come." He interrupted, "Now look, ye can't jus' go runnin' inter these back rooms, for the simple reason tha' the people in 'em won't appreciate it." He looked mockingly at the bundle of emotions in front of him. "Now, I suggest that you ask fer a couple o' rums and tha' yer meet me in about 3 hours in the main room. Then we'll go back ter the Pearl an' 'ave tha' talk all right?"
"I don't drink" Fen mumbled. "I know, but it'll do you some good," Jack answered wryly.
He closed the door, leaving Fen standing somewhat confused in front of it, locked it and collapsed onto the bed. A couple of lice were bounced into the air, but he didn't pay attention. The lad didn't know a first thing - when you think about it, it's amazing he even managed to come in here without fainting.
Soft lips touched his shoulder. He nearly shrugged them off, then decided against it - he was paying, after all.
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Hours later, as promised, or rather, as ordered, Fen sat waiting for Jack behind one of the wooden tables lining the wall. She kept her head down, ignoring her surroundings and, squinting, tried to force a seventh bottle of rum down her throat.
"I think you've had quite enough," a rough hand took the bottle from her hand. She sat back, relieved. "Thought you'd never come, Jack. That's vile stuff."
"Captain... And it might be vile stuff, but it does a world of good, doesn't it?"
"Aye, that it does." She agreed
"Come on lad, we need to 'ave that little talk of ours." He walked out into the night sky and back to the Pearl, Fen in full pursuit.
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I know, more suspense. But I'm on holiday and, thanks to a pretty sore knee, stuck inside, so the next chapter'll be coming soon.
Thanks for the other two reviews, Novalea. How about we make a deal? I'll not go on at you about suspense, if you don't go on at me?! You'll have to forgive me it again, but I'll try to get on with the next chapter so as not to leave you in the dark...
DaydreamBeliever14 : Glad you liked it, the little 'talk' will be in the next chapter, promise...
etheriums angel : sorry I confused you, hope I cleared it up, but if I didn't then set all hell loose on me, and I'll change the story somewhat. Just one question, did you mean to send the same review 3 times??!