Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean; therefore, I must resort
to writing fanfic. Believe me, as fun as fanfic is, I would rather be lying
on some beach with a mansion to my name but hopefully not watching anybody
sailing away with my ship. Anyway, Disney is the sole owner of Pirates of
the Caribbean but I own original characters such as Capt. Wym Aureillia,
original objects such as the Fathomless Crypt (sorry ship not object, my
mistake), and plot.
Keep reviewing as always! Thanks to Natalie, diversalworld and Little Grouse for the reviews!
The rest of the story is set a year after Jack gets the Pearl back; Will and Elizabeth (now married) have joined him again on the Pearl. R&R and enjoy!
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Her hair suddenly came loose and braided colourfully. The intricate braids were covered with a black bandana sporting an inky ostrich feather. That's not right, Jack thought and he snapped back to the present.
A spectacular foreign ship had pulled alongside the Pearl. Worn paint splashed the words "Fathomless Crypt" across the stern declaring that Captain Wym Aureillia's ship had arrived for all the Caribbean to see. The Captain herself was looking directly at Jack while ordering her crew around in an odd version of French and elaborate hand motions. She calmed her orders and studied the Pearl, letting her men get into position.
"Captain! We have a mite bit of trouble brewin'," Mr. Gibbs was yelling at Jack. It was then that Jack realized that he had done little to prepare the crew for battle and that Anamaria was handling the orders. Jack felt Will's eyes on the back of his filthy neck and he pivoted around self- confidently.
"Prepare for an attack! Three-point an' all!" Jack threw spittle in Will's disapproving yet resigned face. The crew was scrambling to fulfill orders when several blasts were heard from the other ship. "Cannons! What're you waitin' for ye scurvy worms!" Jack howled and he sprinted to Anamaria who was looking over the side of the Pearl in horror.
"What damage did their blasts cause?" Jack's face was rather impassive but inside he was seething. The cannon work that Wym's crew had done had not marred the surface of the Pearl but it had neatly disabled the cannons of the Pearl. "On deck the lot of you! Prepare to battle!" Jack stood on deck sword and pistol in the air and he started the onslaught of cursing, yelling, and intimidation.*
The crew of the "Crypt" boarded. Despite lack of preparation on Jack's behalf, the two crews began to fight immediately. Jack stayed back from the battle for a few minutes to assess the situation, leaning against a pile of wooden objects. He noticed that something was not right about the style of the fight. The foreign pirates were fighting to maim, disable, disarm, but not to kill. However, Jack brushed this aside, as long as his skin was safe he didn't particularly care how the other pirates fought, although it was "impossible" to kill the great Captain Jack Sparrow in the first place.
The Captain Wym, on the other hand was fighting furiously through the fray. Never once did her blade touch another's skin yet she was disarming and disabling at a terrific rate. Wym was in no way dazzling in her looks, not even pretty, but she made up for this in her manner and skill (in pirate ways, mais oui.) She wore provocative clothes and painted lips befitting a pirate lass but the clothes were tailored and offered more coverage for practicality and to denote rank.
Wym spotted a passage to the below deck and changed directions abruptly, spinning off one of the Pearl's crew. In her approach to the passage she met Jack who was scrabbling away from the collapsing pile that he had been leaning against. She whipped her sword across at Jack and he met it with his cutlass clumsily but quickly. As they started to fight Wym grinned at Jack and he noticed how much older she was, still a lass but older and, Jack noted as he narrowly missed the blur of a blade, more experienced.
"Hello, Jack," she greeted and Jack frowned imperceptibly at the lack of respect, the lass didn't know who she was dealing with! Sweat was beading ferociously on his forehead as he tried to defend himself but he simply returned a lazy smile. "Lovely ship ye have," she crooned swinging forward with a relish. Jack was immediately on the alarm at this statement and again noticed the rather benign style of fighting around him. What did these pirates want?
"Why thank you," Jack replied mockingly running through a mental list of why a pirate would attack another ship. 1. To gain that ship, but there was not a chance that the limited crew could man the Pearl and the Crypt (besides, Jack would never surrender the Pearl for the world, he spat on the ground before parrying again). 2. Supplies, but this was too risky a raid to pull just for a bit of grog and lead. 3. Having a turn with a lass (Jack automatically thought of Elizabeth then eyed Wym and dropped the idea). 4. Booty, but... wait, just need to think on that one... BLOODY BLUE!!! Jack remembered raiding the tiny, yet prosperous, island of Port James and then the night of drinking and bragging about the tidy collection in Tortuga.
Jack slipped slightly in shock of his realization. He kept defending himself with his cutlass but his mind was a whirl of tactics. Then it hit him (not unlike the way a hangover of most miserable sorts hits). Only one man on his ship could possibly engage in a proper fight with Wym Aureillia and hope to outlast. Getting Wym to Will now be the tune, if I can spy the ruddy cur, Jack thought desperately.
"Ye be slight improvin'," Jack grinned almost suggestively, glancing at her sword and stalling. His face betrayed no emotion or plans.
"Aye, and ye be as unlikely with that bit of steel as the day ye were born," Wym shot back laughing. As if to prove her point she caught the underside of Jack's cutlass and transferred it to the blade of a fellow pirate's own cutlass. "Pray thank ye, Jack," she slurred and dashed to the passage, leaving Capt. Sparrow to fend off her first mate.
Wym flew through the lower decks, trying and kicking open doors. The booty, however, she found at the side of an open room. She advanced towards the riches and textiles but a glint and movement caught the corner of her eye. It took every ounce of her reflexes to ward of the flying metal cup with the hilt of her sword.
Wym whirled around to face the direction of the offensive flying object and found herself staring down a young woman but a few years older than herself.
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I have only one thing to say, it starts wit R and ends in &R. Keep R&Ring! AS always appreciate any civilized comments and I would love feedback rather than praise. Although don't be shy to mix the two!
*I used yelling and cursing as intimidation in the last chapter as well, you may have noticed. I have used this because it is historically correct. Pirates tried to shake up their opponents like this (especially regular sailors) in order to make them more susceptible to attack. If you watch PotC you will notice that both crews use this technique when the Pearl (under Barbossa) catches up with the Interceptor.
Keep reviewing as always! Thanks to Natalie, diversalworld and Little Grouse for the reviews!
The rest of the story is set a year after Jack gets the Pearl back; Will and Elizabeth (now married) have joined him again on the Pearl. R&R and enjoy!
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Her hair suddenly came loose and braided colourfully. The intricate braids were covered with a black bandana sporting an inky ostrich feather. That's not right, Jack thought and he snapped back to the present.
A spectacular foreign ship had pulled alongside the Pearl. Worn paint splashed the words "Fathomless Crypt" across the stern declaring that Captain Wym Aureillia's ship had arrived for all the Caribbean to see. The Captain herself was looking directly at Jack while ordering her crew around in an odd version of French and elaborate hand motions. She calmed her orders and studied the Pearl, letting her men get into position.
"Captain! We have a mite bit of trouble brewin'," Mr. Gibbs was yelling at Jack. It was then that Jack realized that he had done little to prepare the crew for battle and that Anamaria was handling the orders. Jack felt Will's eyes on the back of his filthy neck and he pivoted around self- confidently.
"Prepare for an attack! Three-point an' all!" Jack threw spittle in Will's disapproving yet resigned face. The crew was scrambling to fulfill orders when several blasts were heard from the other ship. "Cannons! What're you waitin' for ye scurvy worms!" Jack howled and he sprinted to Anamaria who was looking over the side of the Pearl in horror.
"What damage did their blasts cause?" Jack's face was rather impassive but inside he was seething. The cannon work that Wym's crew had done had not marred the surface of the Pearl but it had neatly disabled the cannons of the Pearl. "On deck the lot of you! Prepare to battle!" Jack stood on deck sword and pistol in the air and he started the onslaught of cursing, yelling, and intimidation.*
The crew of the "Crypt" boarded. Despite lack of preparation on Jack's behalf, the two crews began to fight immediately. Jack stayed back from the battle for a few minutes to assess the situation, leaning against a pile of wooden objects. He noticed that something was not right about the style of the fight. The foreign pirates were fighting to maim, disable, disarm, but not to kill. However, Jack brushed this aside, as long as his skin was safe he didn't particularly care how the other pirates fought, although it was "impossible" to kill the great Captain Jack Sparrow in the first place.
The Captain Wym, on the other hand was fighting furiously through the fray. Never once did her blade touch another's skin yet she was disarming and disabling at a terrific rate. Wym was in no way dazzling in her looks, not even pretty, but she made up for this in her manner and skill (in pirate ways, mais oui.) She wore provocative clothes and painted lips befitting a pirate lass but the clothes were tailored and offered more coverage for practicality and to denote rank.
Wym spotted a passage to the below deck and changed directions abruptly, spinning off one of the Pearl's crew. In her approach to the passage she met Jack who was scrabbling away from the collapsing pile that he had been leaning against. She whipped her sword across at Jack and he met it with his cutlass clumsily but quickly. As they started to fight Wym grinned at Jack and he noticed how much older she was, still a lass but older and, Jack noted as he narrowly missed the blur of a blade, more experienced.
"Hello, Jack," she greeted and Jack frowned imperceptibly at the lack of respect, the lass didn't know who she was dealing with! Sweat was beading ferociously on his forehead as he tried to defend himself but he simply returned a lazy smile. "Lovely ship ye have," she crooned swinging forward with a relish. Jack was immediately on the alarm at this statement and again noticed the rather benign style of fighting around him. What did these pirates want?
"Why thank you," Jack replied mockingly running through a mental list of why a pirate would attack another ship. 1. To gain that ship, but there was not a chance that the limited crew could man the Pearl and the Crypt (besides, Jack would never surrender the Pearl for the world, he spat on the ground before parrying again). 2. Supplies, but this was too risky a raid to pull just for a bit of grog and lead. 3. Having a turn with a lass (Jack automatically thought of Elizabeth then eyed Wym and dropped the idea). 4. Booty, but... wait, just need to think on that one... BLOODY BLUE!!! Jack remembered raiding the tiny, yet prosperous, island of Port James and then the night of drinking and bragging about the tidy collection in Tortuga.
Jack slipped slightly in shock of his realization. He kept defending himself with his cutlass but his mind was a whirl of tactics. Then it hit him (not unlike the way a hangover of most miserable sorts hits). Only one man on his ship could possibly engage in a proper fight with Wym Aureillia and hope to outlast. Getting Wym to Will now be the tune, if I can spy the ruddy cur, Jack thought desperately.
"Ye be slight improvin'," Jack grinned almost suggestively, glancing at her sword and stalling. His face betrayed no emotion or plans.
"Aye, and ye be as unlikely with that bit of steel as the day ye were born," Wym shot back laughing. As if to prove her point she caught the underside of Jack's cutlass and transferred it to the blade of a fellow pirate's own cutlass. "Pray thank ye, Jack," she slurred and dashed to the passage, leaving Capt. Sparrow to fend off her first mate.
Wym flew through the lower decks, trying and kicking open doors. The booty, however, she found at the side of an open room. She advanced towards the riches and textiles but a glint and movement caught the corner of her eye. It took every ounce of her reflexes to ward of the flying metal cup with the hilt of her sword.
Wym whirled around to face the direction of the offensive flying object and found herself staring down a young woman but a few years older than herself.
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I have only one thing to say, it starts wit R and ends in &R. Keep R&Ring! AS always appreciate any civilized comments and I would love feedback rather than praise. Although don't be shy to mix the two!
*I used yelling and cursing as intimidation in the last chapter as well, you may have noticed. I have used this because it is historically correct. Pirates tried to shake up their opponents like this (especially regular sailors) in order to make them more susceptible to attack. If you watch PotC you will notice that both crews use this technique when the Pearl (under Barbossa) catches up with the Interceptor.