Disclaimer- Honestly. The mouse owns it. If you honestly thought I
owned this stuff, especially Jaq, Will, and Jack, do you think I would
share them? On another note, if I owned Jack, I would probably be very
drunk and very naked.
A.N. Hey y'all, what's hanging? I am so so sorry for not updating, but my mother banished me from the computer. These next chapters are actually saved on a floppy, and my friend is posting them. Ok, I'm thinking that the next few chapters are going to be short. Sorry. Although I might combine some chapters I have written down in my notebook. I have a lovely little notebook that I carry around and write in during useless subjects in school, such as BASE, or lunch/recess, or math. So far I'm up to chapter SIX! Wowee! .Well, actually, I'm combining chapter 3 w/ chapter 4 so it will be longer. Lucky you. Cheers ~Twilight
Chapter Three~~~ In which our Favorite Pirate Returns! Also the Chapter Where Jaq has some emotional issues!
The next morning Vivian rolled over and made the mistake of looking straight out her window immediately. "Ahhhh! I'm blinded! I can't seee!" she yelped, shutting her eyes quickly against the sun's early glare. She flipped over and cautiously opened her eyes, ready to shut them again if necessary. Suddenly she was aware of hushed voices coming from the next room. Inwardly she groaned. 'Way to go Vivian, if those are robbers, then you just let warned them of your presence. Brilliant.' She thought. Judging by the position of the sun, it was just after dawn. Quickly she pulled on her breeches and yanked on a shirt, half tucking it in. Vivian then grabbed twin daggers and slid them into leg straps. She then tiptoed over to her ajar door and peeked her head through. Two men sat at the great wooden table, going over a couple of swords. Sliding one of the daggers out of its sheath, Vivian announced her presence to the unsuspecting men by tossing the dagger into the middle of the table.
"You'd best leave, because you woke me up and I am NOT a morning person!" she called from behind the door. One of the men, shorter then the other, cursed colorfully when the dagger hit the table.
"Damnit, lass! You just abou' took my hand off, luv." Vivian immediately recognized the voice and tore out from behind the door, plowing into the shorter man and tightly hugging him. From the light coming from the window, she could see Jack clearly, Will sitting across from him.
For Captain Jack Sparrow, time stood still. Not a wisp of gray could be seen in his mane of hair, no lines crossed his face.
"Jack! It's taken' you long enough! You haven't visited us for over a year and a half!" Vivian cried, extracting herself somewhat from the embrace. Jack grinned.
"Well, see luv, the last time I came, we had a rather nasty incident with out dear Commodore, so I thought I'd give him time to cool down a bit. Now Vivi, you're 18, now aren't you? Twirl, for Ol' Jack now I want to look at you." Vivian laughed, stepped back, and twirled pouting prettily over her shoulder. Jack grinned and clapped. His eyes held a new light in them as they slowly traveled over her body.
"Well, well, well. Miss Vivi has finally grown up." He said in a low voice. Jack's eyes gave another unsubtle glance at her body.
Vivian, noticing the change in him, jutted out a hip and tossed her hair back. A teasing glint came into her eyes.
"And just what is that supposed to mean, Captain Sparrow?" she purred huskily. Will, who'd been watching this reunion calmly, cleared his throat, interrupting. He did not like the look Jack had when he looked her over. He did not like Vivian's reaction to the look. The last time she had flipped her hair and jutted out that hip, a grown man succumbed to her charms. He would know, he caught the man sneaking out of her room the next morning. Will also knew that Jack would not hesitate to sleep with Vivian, if his Tortuga visits said anything. At the sound of Will's intrusion, both pirate captain and apprentice looked up. Vivian smiled, seemingly oblivious of the murderous looks Jack was receiving from Will.
"Good Morning, Will. How's everybody down at the house?" she asked. Will stopped glaring long enough to reply.
"Morning to you, Vivi. Everybody was asleep when I left, but they are well. Would you mind getting properly dressed and heat the forge up?" Vivian nodded and, with a quick smile for Jack went back to her room. As soon as she shut the door, Will rounded on Jack.
"What is your problem, Jack? You've got your whores in Tortuga, why flirt with someone who is half you age?" he asked quietly. Jack staggered back, as if wounded, then he leaned in close.
"If I recall correctly, which I do, the wench was flirting with me, not the other way around. Although the maid has turned into quite the pretty woman." He said. Will snorted at the word 'maid'.
"No maid is she. Vivian goes through men as you go through whores." Jack's eyes widened and he leaned back impossibly far. "Does she now? That's...interesting." He said under his breath. Will shot him a sharp look.
"Don't you even think about it..." he warned. Just then Vivian returned, smiling ending all possibilities for ending the conversation.
~*~*~*~*~* Jaq sat on his bed, lost in thought. Yesterday had been a day for revelation for him. It had really surprised him to think that Vivian was that beautiful. It surprised him even more that he hadn't noticed it before. All of his mates said that she was pretty, but he had just waved those opinions away. Now he really knew. Suddenly there was a sharp rap on his door.
"Oh, come in." Jaq said. Elizabeth slipped though the door, face flushed and lips pressed into thin lines. All of the tell tale signs that someone was here that she didn't like.
"The, ah, Moody's are here, wanting to talk about an engagement between you and their daughter Melissa." Jaq wrinkled his nose. He didn't like Melissa Moody. She was stuck up, prejudiced and not very smart. Worse yet, she was from a very good family, which almost ensured the engagement.
"Yes well, could you perhaps tell the Moody's that I am not feeling ill?" he asked hopefully. Unfortunately, Elizabeth shook her head.
"No, I told them you would be right down. And, may I remind you, you have been 'sick' the last two times they have visited." Elizabeth and Jaq both sighed resignedly. They grinned at each other and left Jaq's room. They continued down the stairs, into the parlor where the Moody's were waiting. Melissa was a tall dark haired girl. She wasn't that pretty, with an upturned nose and too-pale skin. Melissa wore too much make-up, and wore way too fancy dresses. Even still, Jaq kissed her hand like gentle man and sat across from the family.
"Good Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Moody, Miss Melissa." Jaq said. Elizabeth took a seat next to Jaq. Mr. Moody, a big man with a huge mustache and red face, began the conversation.
"We ere wondering, Mrs. Turner, when you had decided to get Jaq engaged to our Melissa?" he asked brusquely. Elizabeth looked taken aback for a second, then regained her composure, and coolly replied.
"Mr. Moody, I do not believe that my husband, Jaq, or I had agreed to an engagement of any kind." Melissa looked slightly upset at this. Her mother, who was a little bit more tolerable, looked almost relieved. Mrs. Moody did not want Melissa to marry Jaq, but a lord who resided in Port Royale. Mrs. Moody also sensed that the Turners did not want the engagement as well. Melissa's father, though, was adamant about his daughter marrying the Governor's grandson, and thus looked angry at this statement.
"I thought we had agreed that Melissa was a possibility for Jaq's future bride." Not liking the tone that was directed at her, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes.
"Yes. A possibility. Not meaning set in stone. We will let you know as soon as possible if we decide that Melissa is to be Jaq's betrothed." Elizabeth's tone clearly dismissed them. The Moody's somewhat reluctantly got up and was ushered to the door. As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth flopped onto the couch in the most unladylike way. Closing her eyes, called to a nearby servant.
"Bertha, would you mind getting me a cloth for my head?" she asked. Bertha nodded and went on her way. Jaq, sitting next to her, rubbed her shoulders sympathetically.
"Lord that man is a prick." She said. Jaq chuckled and stood up. He looked down at his mother.
"I'm gonna go see Dad, alright, Mum? "Elizabeth nodded. Jaq walked out the door, to the stables. There he saddled his gray gelding and mounted up, and took off towards the smith.
A.N whooohooo. That chapter done. Listen I might go back and take out the Commodore's party and just make it Jaq's. Review and give me your opinion. Ok, now scroll down and click that very pretty review button. Go on. Push the button. Puuuushh the button. Cheers ~Twilight
A.N. Hey y'all, what's hanging? I am so so sorry for not updating, but my mother banished me from the computer. These next chapters are actually saved on a floppy, and my friend is posting them. Ok, I'm thinking that the next few chapters are going to be short. Sorry. Although I might combine some chapters I have written down in my notebook. I have a lovely little notebook that I carry around and write in during useless subjects in school, such as BASE, or lunch/recess, or math. So far I'm up to chapter SIX! Wowee! .Well, actually, I'm combining chapter 3 w/ chapter 4 so it will be longer. Lucky you. Cheers ~Twilight
Chapter Three~~~ In which our Favorite Pirate Returns! Also the Chapter Where Jaq has some emotional issues!
The next morning Vivian rolled over and made the mistake of looking straight out her window immediately. "Ahhhh! I'm blinded! I can't seee!" she yelped, shutting her eyes quickly against the sun's early glare. She flipped over and cautiously opened her eyes, ready to shut them again if necessary. Suddenly she was aware of hushed voices coming from the next room. Inwardly she groaned. 'Way to go Vivian, if those are robbers, then you just let warned them of your presence. Brilliant.' She thought. Judging by the position of the sun, it was just after dawn. Quickly she pulled on her breeches and yanked on a shirt, half tucking it in. Vivian then grabbed twin daggers and slid them into leg straps. She then tiptoed over to her ajar door and peeked her head through. Two men sat at the great wooden table, going over a couple of swords. Sliding one of the daggers out of its sheath, Vivian announced her presence to the unsuspecting men by tossing the dagger into the middle of the table.
"You'd best leave, because you woke me up and I am NOT a morning person!" she called from behind the door. One of the men, shorter then the other, cursed colorfully when the dagger hit the table.
"Damnit, lass! You just abou' took my hand off, luv." Vivian immediately recognized the voice and tore out from behind the door, plowing into the shorter man and tightly hugging him. From the light coming from the window, she could see Jack clearly, Will sitting across from him.
For Captain Jack Sparrow, time stood still. Not a wisp of gray could be seen in his mane of hair, no lines crossed his face.
"Jack! It's taken' you long enough! You haven't visited us for over a year and a half!" Vivian cried, extracting herself somewhat from the embrace. Jack grinned.
"Well, see luv, the last time I came, we had a rather nasty incident with out dear Commodore, so I thought I'd give him time to cool down a bit. Now Vivi, you're 18, now aren't you? Twirl, for Ol' Jack now I want to look at you." Vivian laughed, stepped back, and twirled pouting prettily over her shoulder. Jack grinned and clapped. His eyes held a new light in them as they slowly traveled over her body.
"Well, well, well. Miss Vivi has finally grown up." He said in a low voice. Jack's eyes gave another unsubtle glance at her body.
Vivian, noticing the change in him, jutted out a hip and tossed her hair back. A teasing glint came into her eyes.
"And just what is that supposed to mean, Captain Sparrow?" she purred huskily. Will, who'd been watching this reunion calmly, cleared his throat, interrupting. He did not like the look Jack had when he looked her over. He did not like Vivian's reaction to the look. The last time she had flipped her hair and jutted out that hip, a grown man succumbed to her charms. He would know, he caught the man sneaking out of her room the next morning. Will also knew that Jack would not hesitate to sleep with Vivian, if his Tortuga visits said anything. At the sound of Will's intrusion, both pirate captain and apprentice looked up. Vivian smiled, seemingly oblivious of the murderous looks Jack was receiving from Will.
"Good Morning, Will. How's everybody down at the house?" she asked. Will stopped glaring long enough to reply.
"Morning to you, Vivi. Everybody was asleep when I left, but they are well. Would you mind getting properly dressed and heat the forge up?" Vivian nodded and, with a quick smile for Jack went back to her room. As soon as she shut the door, Will rounded on Jack.
"What is your problem, Jack? You've got your whores in Tortuga, why flirt with someone who is half you age?" he asked quietly. Jack staggered back, as if wounded, then he leaned in close.
"If I recall correctly, which I do, the wench was flirting with me, not the other way around. Although the maid has turned into quite the pretty woman." He said. Will snorted at the word 'maid'.
"No maid is she. Vivian goes through men as you go through whores." Jack's eyes widened and he leaned back impossibly far. "Does she now? That's...interesting." He said under his breath. Will shot him a sharp look.
"Don't you even think about it..." he warned. Just then Vivian returned, smiling ending all possibilities for ending the conversation.
~*~*~*~*~* Jaq sat on his bed, lost in thought. Yesterday had been a day for revelation for him. It had really surprised him to think that Vivian was that beautiful. It surprised him even more that he hadn't noticed it before. All of his mates said that she was pretty, but he had just waved those opinions away. Now he really knew. Suddenly there was a sharp rap on his door.
"Oh, come in." Jaq said. Elizabeth slipped though the door, face flushed and lips pressed into thin lines. All of the tell tale signs that someone was here that she didn't like.
"The, ah, Moody's are here, wanting to talk about an engagement between you and their daughter Melissa." Jaq wrinkled his nose. He didn't like Melissa Moody. She was stuck up, prejudiced and not very smart. Worse yet, she was from a very good family, which almost ensured the engagement.
"Yes well, could you perhaps tell the Moody's that I am not feeling ill?" he asked hopefully. Unfortunately, Elizabeth shook her head.
"No, I told them you would be right down. And, may I remind you, you have been 'sick' the last two times they have visited." Elizabeth and Jaq both sighed resignedly. They grinned at each other and left Jaq's room. They continued down the stairs, into the parlor where the Moody's were waiting. Melissa was a tall dark haired girl. She wasn't that pretty, with an upturned nose and too-pale skin. Melissa wore too much make-up, and wore way too fancy dresses. Even still, Jaq kissed her hand like gentle man and sat across from the family.
"Good Morning, Mr. and Mrs. Moody, Miss Melissa." Jaq said. Elizabeth took a seat next to Jaq. Mr. Moody, a big man with a huge mustache and red face, began the conversation.
"We ere wondering, Mrs. Turner, when you had decided to get Jaq engaged to our Melissa?" he asked brusquely. Elizabeth looked taken aback for a second, then regained her composure, and coolly replied.
"Mr. Moody, I do not believe that my husband, Jaq, or I had agreed to an engagement of any kind." Melissa looked slightly upset at this. Her mother, who was a little bit more tolerable, looked almost relieved. Mrs. Moody did not want Melissa to marry Jaq, but a lord who resided in Port Royale. Mrs. Moody also sensed that the Turners did not want the engagement as well. Melissa's father, though, was adamant about his daughter marrying the Governor's grandson, and thus looked angry at this statement.
"I thought we had agreed that Melissa was a possibility for Jaq's future bride." Not liking the tone that was directed at her, Elizabeth narrowed her eyes.
"Yes. A possibility. Not meaning set in stone. We will let you know as soon as possible if we decide that Melissa is to be Jaq's betrothed." Elizabeth's tone clearly dismissed them. The Moody's somewhat reluctantly got up and was ushered to the door. As soon as they were gone, Elizabeth flopped onto the couch in the most unladylike way. Closing her eyes, called to a nearby servant.
"Bertha, would you mind getting me a cloth for my head?" she asked. Bertha nodded and went on her way. Jaq, sitting next to her, rubbed her shoulders sympathetically.
"Lord that man is a prick." She said. Jaq chuckled and stood up. He looked down at his mother.
"I'm gonna go see Dad, alright, Mum? "Elizabeth nodded. Jaq walked out the door, to the stables. There he saddled his gray gelding and mounted up, and took off towards the smith.
A.N whooohooo. That chapter done. Listen I might go back and take out the Commodore's party and just make it Jaq's. Review and give me your opinion. Ok, now scroll down and click that very pretty review button. Go on. Push the button. Puuuushh the button. Cheers ~Twilight