A/N Hi all! I'm back again! You have no idea how much fun I am having
writing this and Saxony and Marauder Lupin your reviews just make it so
much sweeter! Marauder Lupin, learnt the little I know about ships from my
parents, they spent a lot of time as deck hands on the sister ship of the
Rainbow Warrior, which was captain by an evil insane man with no sense of
right or wrong, it's actually a really exciting story. I anyone wants to
here it email me I'll sum it up some time lol. Actually there are a few
random bits and pieces in here that are directly from my life but eh more
on that later.
On with the story!
Live for My Dying
Chapter Four
The Past lies Charred
Jack checked the girl rather thoroughly for injuries; she allowed in her weakened state, but she would struggle every time his hands drew anywhere near the chain around her neck, making sparrow even more curious. 'The more someone fights to hide something the more valuable it is.' However he once again pushed his curiosity aside and concentrated on the girl's wounds.
They were fairly minimal. Despite being extremely dehydrated, her wrists were blistered and her shoulders had been burnt terribly by the sun, but she would heal. Looking back at her face, he saw that her eyes had closed and her breathing was even. His eyes darted down to the chain around her neck, but she was clutching it tightly in her hand. He muttered under his breath about the stubbornness of women, and then lifted her up in his arms. Tempted though he was, he decided not to carry her thrown over his shoulder, he didn't really want to have her waking up and causing a fuss.
He headed below deck, still managing to maintain his relaxed but commanding saunter, despite being a little weighed down by the girl. Passing below deck, he nodded and grinned at Gibbs who was scowling at him from the helm. There was a small berth next to his cabin, it was barely more then a cupboard with a bed and a porthole, but the Pearl had a full crew at this point in time and a cargo as well, this was all there was. Besides he grinned, compared to her previous accommodations this was a vast improvement.
Placing her on the bed, he looked her over properly for the first time. Her face, a little bloated from her time in the sea, although not remarkably beautiful, was hardly without its charms, and her hair was a pleasant light brown colour. Jack's eyes, moved once again to the front of her shift, although this time he was not looking at the chain. He studied her closely, and wondered what she could be worth to him. If he was lucky, she came from a wealthy family and there would be a ransom, if not, well he wasn't averse to the idea of some female company on a long trip at sea. Either way, he decided, he had reason enough to keep her in some comfort while on board.
His eyes snapped back to her face when he heard her mutter something, she was still asleep but her eyelids were twitching.
"I'm sorry," she rasped, her voice was rather weak but he managed to make it out.
"Sorry 'bout what?" he replied trying to get some sort of information about her.
"I'm sorry I lost the knife," she muttered, then she sighed and her eyes stopped moving.
Captain Sparrow stood for a moment staring at the girl with one eyebrow raised. Finally he began to chuckle, quietly he closed the door and stepped out into the corridor. It was definitely worth his while to keep her around, even I only to settle his curiosity.
Meeting Gibbs disapproving gaze, Sparrow ascended the steps to reclaim the helm. He raised his eyebrow questioningly at Gibbs hostility.
"Are ye about te say what I think ye're goin' te say?" he asked grinning,
"It's cursed bad luck Jack, en ye know it!" Gibbs stated vehemently.
"Mate, what was I supposed te do? Leave 'er te die, without even knowing what she's worth?" he asked, in his extravagant voice, "If that's the case, I might begin to worry about you and this hatred for women!"
"Jack! Ye know I like women as much as the next man. But not at sea!" Gibbs said, passing over the helm and heading off to direct the crew, already shouting orders.
Sparrow grinned at the older man's retreating back, the amount of times and Gibbs had, had this exact conversation... He chuckled at the memories, and then turned his focus to the helm with good humour. The day however still had surprises in store for him.
The sun was slowly making its way towards the eastern horizon; Jack leaned slightly against the wheel. At the moment they were in water shallow enough to drop anchor and he was contemplating calling it a day. He was staring languidly out to sea when, he noticed a large black smudge on the horizon, he jolted upright at the sound of a cry from the nest.
"Ship Ho!"
For the second time that day Jack fished out his spyglass, and focussed in on the ship. There was something very wrong about it. Gibbs came up to the helm, and jack passed the glass to him wordlessly. He took one look through it and cursed,
"She's been set alight mate," he breathed, "She's out now but, I'm surprised she lasted this long."
"Let's move in and 'ave a look-see," Jack said, "D'ye know whose she is?" he asked.
"She's a merchantman by the look o' 'er." Gibb's replied, "Wishin' we'd found 'er first?"
"Aye," Jack nodded, "Burned ships can't come back with more cargo." He grinned thinly, "I'd like te know who did this, bloody amateurs." He muttered.
"You, Captain Jack Sparrow talking 'bout ethics?" Gibbs laughed,
Jack grinned evilly, "But Gibbs ye know how much more fun it is to get the same lot for the second time!" Their mood however, turned grave when they saw the name on the ships charred hull.
"It's the bloody Wind Skimmer," Gibbs said in an angry voice, "One of Marcus 'unters prize ships."
Jacks eyes flashed and he cursed under his breath, I think we aught te find out who did this an pay a small visit," he smiled dangerously.
It had become an unspoken law amongst pirates, in the years since Hunters rise to glory, that his ships were generally left alone. There wasn't a crooked Captain in the Caribbean who hadn't been done a favour by Hunter when he'd been a harbour master. He'd never asked for excessive bribes and had always made incriminating names disappear. Although every now and then one of Hunter's smaller vessels was boarded and its cargo appropriated, the crew would give up easily and all in all the plundering had a friendly air to it. It was the pirates' way of keeping Hunter honest, so to speak. In return his larger, richer ships were left alone, there were plenty of other self important merchants to loot from.
For one of Hunter's prize ships to be utterly destroyed did not bode well for future relations.
"I s'pose your lass came from here." Gibbs said.
"Aye," Jack replied, thoughtfully. His curiosity in the girl had just reached a new level of importance.
On with the story!
Live for My Dying
Chapter Four
The Past lies Charred
Jack checked the girl rather thoroughly for injuries; she allowed in her weakened state, but she would struggle every time his hands drew anywhere near the chain around her neck, making sparrow even more curious. 'The more someone fights to hide something the more valuable it is.' However he once again pushed his curiosity aside and concentrated on the girl's wounds.
They were fairly minimal. Despite being extremely dehydrated, her wrists were blistered and her shoulders had been burnt terribly by the sun, but she would heal. Looking back at her face, he saw that her eyes had closed and her breathing was even. His eyes darted down to the chain around her neck, but she was clutching it tightly in her hand. He muttered under his breath about the stubbornness of women, and then lifted her up in his arms. Tempted though he was, he decided not to carry her thrown over his shoulder, he didn't really want to have her waking up and causing a fuss.
He headed below deck, still managing to maintain his relaxed but commanding saunter, despite being a little weighed down by the girl. Passing below deck, he nodded and grinned at Gibbs who was scowling at him from the helm. There was a small berth next to his cabin, it was barely more then a cupboard with a bed and a porthole, but the Pearl had a full crew at this point in time and a cargo as well, this was all there was. Besides he grinned, compared to her previous accommodations this was a vast improvement.
Placing her on the bed, he looked her over properly for the first time. Her face, a little bloated from her time in the sea, although not remarkably beautiful, was hardly without its charms, and her hair was a pleasant light brown colour. Jack's eyes, moved once again to the front of her shift, although this time he was not looking at the chain. He studied her closely, and wondered what she could be worth to him. If he was lucky, she came from a wealthy family and there would be a ransom, if not, well he wasn't averse to the idea of some female company on a long trip at sea. Either way, he decided, he had reason enough to keep her in some comfort while on board.
His eyes snapped back to her face when he heard her mutter something, she was still asleep but her eyelids were twitching.
"I'm sorry," she rasped, her voice was rather weak but he managed to make it out.
"Sorry 'bout what?" he replied trying to get some sort of information about her.
"I'm sorry I lost the knife," she muttered, then she sighed and her eyes stopped moving.
Captain Sparrow stood for a moment staring at the girl with one eyebrow raised. Finally he began to chuckle, quietly he closed the door and stepped out into the corridor. It was definitely worth his while to keep her around, even I only to settle his curiosity.
Meeting Gibbs disapproving gaze, Sparrow ascended the steps to reclaim the helm. He raised his eyebrow questioningly at Gibbs hostility.
"Are ye about te say what I think ye're goin' te say?" he asked grinning,
"It's cursed bad luck Jack, en ye know it!" Gibbs stated vehemently.
"Mate, what was I supposed te do? Leave 'er te die, without even knowing what she's worth?" he asked, in his extravagant voice, "If that's the case, I might begin to worry about you and this hatred for women!"
"Jack! Ye know I like women as much as the next man. But not at sea!" Gibbs said, passing over the helm and heading off to direct the crew, already shouting orders.
Sparrow grinned at the older man's retreating back, the amount of times and Gibbs had, had this exact conversation... He chuckled at the memories, and then turned his focus to the helm with good humour. The day however still had surprises in store for him.
The sun was slowly making its way towards the eastern horizon; Jack leaned slightly against the wheel. At the moment they were in water shallow enough to drop anchor and he was contemplating calling it a day. He was staring languidly out to sea when, he noticed a large black smudge on the horizon, he jolted upright at the sound of a cry from the nest.
"Ship Ho!"
For the second time that day Jack fished out his spyglass, and focussed in on the ship. There was something very wrong about it. Gibbs came up to the helm, and jack passed the glass to him wordlessly. He took one look through it and cursed,
"She's been set alight mate," he breathed, "She's out now but, I'm surprised she lasted this long."
"Let's move in and 'ave a look-see," Jack said, "D'ye know whose she is?" he asked.
"She's a merchantman by the look o' 'er." Gibb's replied, "Wishin' we'd found 'er first?"
"Aye," Jack nodded, "Burned ships can't come back with more cargo." He grinned thinly, "I'd like te know who did this, bloody amateurs." He muttered.
"You, Captain Jack Sparrow talking 'bout ethics?" Gibbs laughed,
Jack grinned evilly, "But Gibbs ye know how much more fun it is to get the same lot for the second time!" Their mood however, turned grave when they saw the name on the ships charred hull.
"It's the bloody Wind Skimmer," Gibbs said in an angry voice, "One of Marcus 'unters prize ships."
Jacks eyes flashed and he cursed under his breath, I think we aught te find out who did this an pay a small visit," he smiled dangerously.
It had become an unspoken law amongst pirates, in the years since Hunters rise to glory, that his ships were generally left alone. There wasn't a crooked Captain in the Caribbean who hadn't been done a favour by Hunter when he'd been a harbour master. He'd never asked for excessive bribes and had always made incriminating names disappear. Although every now and then one of Hunter's smaller vessels was boarded and its cargo appropriated, the crew would give up easily and all in all the plundering had a friendly air to it. It was the pirates' way of keeping Hunter honest, so to speak. In return his larger, richer ships were left alone, there were plenty of other self important merchants to loot from.
For one of Hunter's prize ships to be utterly destroyed did not bode well for future relations.
"I s'pose your lass came from here." Gibbs said.
"Aye," Jack replied, thoughtfully. His curiosity in the girl had just reached a new level of importance.