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A thick fog had settled around the Pearl by midday. Jack Sparrow was at the helm, his dark eyes staring into the fog. He could just make out the masts of another ship that was closing in. Jack grinned and kept the Pearl at the same slow, steady pace. He didn't need to outrun this ship. In fact, he had slowed down on purpose. The other ship, from what he could tell, was ordinary enough. It wasn't a navy ship at least. It had white sails true enough, but the tell tale pirate flag hung limply from the top mast. Jack glanced up. Although he could barely see through the fog, he was happy to note his own pirate flag was waving grandly. Jack patted the helm in content, pleased to be doing so well. He turned around to see the other ship. The captain rolled his eyes. The ship was gaining so slowly that even now if Jack changed his mind, the ship would be out of sight in minutes. Finally though, the other pirate ship pulled up so that the two ships were side by side.
"Gibbs! Take the helm!" Jack ordered.
"Aye, Cap'n." Gibbs said gruffly, taking the helm.
"Keep her steady." Jack said in a low voice, clapping Gibbs on the back and then pushing past him. Jack stood by the side of the ship, waiting patiently. A few seconds later, a dirty looking pirate swung over on a rope. A sword dangled at the man's side, and he held a gun in the other. He cocked the gun and pointed it straight between Jack's eyes. The man's few teeth were rotting and brown, his hair hung in matted tangles in his face, and his hands were so covered in grit he could have blended in with sand on a beach.
"Ah, Rat's Tail Robert. What can I do for you?" Jack asked amiably, clasping his hands behind his back. Robert leered at Jack.
"Well well well. Jack Sparrow, innit!" The man rasped.
"In the flesh." Jack replied. The man grinned, showing his half empty mouth.
"From what I 'eard, you've gone soft! Got a little whelp runnin' round, and that ye've got a 'hore of a wife!" Robert sneered with a grin. Jack was examining the fingernails on his left hand intently. He looked up when Robert finished his tirade.
"Really?" He asked in a bored voice.
"It true?" Robert asked curiously. Jack grinned and leaned in.
"True mate. But I wouldn't have said that about my wife. She can be very...temperamental." Jack confided. The guy cocked an eyebrow, confused. One moment, he was standing before Jack, looking slightly nervous, the next he was pinned on his back. What had happened was Jack's wife. Jen had overhead the man, and as soon as Jack stepped away from the man, she was running full speed and tackled the man. In the next two seconds, her sword was out and pointed at his throat, with her free arm she had his arm pinned, and her knee was digging painfully into Robert's stomach. Robert gasped, startled and in pain. Jack stood over him, looking amused.
"I did warn ya, mate. Let 'im up, luv." He said to Jen. Jen glared at Robert but got up, sheathing her sword as she went. Robert got up, rubbing his throat and glaring at them both.
"Now what is it you wanted from us?" Jack asked lazily. Robert grinned and stepped back warily.
"Yer holds are burstin' with swag, Sparrow. So ye wouldn't mind if we just...took some." This said, five pirates swung through the fog and landed heavily on the deck of the Black Pearl, all brandishing swords. Jack grinned even broader despite the fact that his hand moved down to the hilt of his own sword.
"I'll do you a favor, gentlemen. You can take any swag you can carry off my ship from the hold. But you have to get there and back as well."
"You'll cut us ta ribbons!" One man growled. Jack raised his hands innocently and motioned for Jen to do the same.
"No. We'll stand by and let it happen. It's the rest of the crew you've got to watch out for." Jack said carefully. The other pirates looked up to see most of the crew busy at work up in the rigging.
"Hah! Easy pickings, boys! They won't even notice a thing!" One man snickered. The pirates ran towards the door leading down to the hold. Then they stopped, five paces before the door.
"What is it?" One man asked.
"It's....it's a kid!" Robert said, peering down at the thing before him. Indeed it was. Little Jack. Actually, his full name was Jack Mason Sparrow, but everyone called him Jack or L.J (Little Jack). His mother sometimes called him Mason just to avoid confusion though. (We'll call him Mason most of the time too) Mason stood defiantly, holding his own little sword confidently.
"Sparrow must be losing it if he's usin' a two year old to guard 'is gold!" Robert sneered. The little boy glared through his own dark eyes.
"I'm four years old, mate." He growled. One of the men laughed and tried to step by him. Instantly, Mason lashed out and cut the man's leg with his sword. The man howled in pain and lunged forward to get back at the child. Jack watched on, looking highly amused. Jen was nervous, and moved in to protect her baby. Mason was doing fine on his own though. As the pirate moved in, Mason lunged for as well and sliced the man's arm with his sword. The pirate gasped and clutched his sword. Robert moved in to attack and before he could swing at the boy, Mason had stabbed his leg. Robert fell back and the others moved in. Jen was too nervous to let him take on the other four alone, and moved in, her sword joining her son's. Together, they drove back the pirates until all six of them fell over the side of the Pearl and swam back to their own ship. Jack grinned and picked up his son, tossing him in the air.
"Perfect, Jack! As usual." Jack said smugly to his son as Mason laughed, his sword clattering to the deck as he played with his father. You never would have guessed the same child had just injured four grown pirates on his own and not gotten a scratch.
"I got them, Father!" Mason laughed as Jack tossed him up again. Jack grinned.
"Yes, you did. But no, go and help Gibbs steer. He's not doing a very good job of keeping her steady." Jack ordered, putting Mason down. Mason nodded, his dark eyes now hard set with the idea of a task at hand.
"Yes sir." He raced off to scold Gibbs. Jen sidled up to Jack.
"I ought to slap you for putting our son on display like that." Jen growled. Jack looked down warily at Jen's hands and backed away. As he was well aware, she could slap VERY hard.
"Yes, but luv, I would have saved him from any harm. You know that!" Jack said nervously. Jen closed the distance.
"Fair enough. But still, I should slap you for not setting that scum straight about your family." Jack realized she was talking about Robert, who had, as he so delicately put it, called his wife a whore. Jack however, was amazingly at thinking on his feet.
"Yes darling, but I wanted to let YOU set him straight, savvy?" Jack said with a smile. Jen sighed and smiled in return.
"Fine. You win for that. You've also won the right to sleep in your side of the bed tonight. But you better hope you stay as cute as you are now, or I may not be so generous!" Jen teased. Jack grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"That would a bloody shame." He whispered in her ear, and then leaning in closer.
"Captain! We're coming up on Port Royal!" Gibbs called. Jack straightened.
"Good. The Turners could use a visit from us."
A thick fog had settled around the Pearl by midday. Jack Sparrow was at the helm, his dark eyes staring into the fog. He could just make out the masts of another ship that was closing in. Jack grinned and kept the Pearl at the same slow, steady pace. He didn't need to outrun this ship. In fact, he had slowed down on purpose. The other ship, from what he could tell, was ordinary enough. It wasn't a navy ship at least. It had white sails true enough, but the tell tale pirate flag hung limply from the top mast. Jack glanced up. Although he could barely see through the fog, he was happy to note his own pirate flag was waving grandly. Jack patted the helm in content, pleased to be doing so well. He turned around to see the other ship. The captain rolled his eyes. The ship was gaining so slowly that even now if Jack changed his mind, the ship would be out of sight in minutes. Finally though, the other pirate ship pulled up so that the two ships were side by side.
"Gibbs! Take the helm!" Jack ordered.
"Aye, Cap'n." Gibbs said gruffly, taking the helm.
"Keep her steady." Jack said in a low voice, clapping Gibbs on the back and then pushing past him. Jack stood by the side of the ship, waiting patiently. A few seconds later, a dirty looking pirate swung over on a rope. A sword dangled at the man's side, and he held a gun in the other. He cocked the gun and pointed it straight between Jack's eyes. The man's few teeth were rotting and brown, his hair hung in matted tangles in his face, and his hands were so covered in grit he could have blended in with sand on a beach.
"Ah, Rat's Tail Robert. What can I do for you?" Jack asked amiably, clasping his hands behind his back. Robert leered at Jack.
"Well well well. Jack Sparrow, innit!" The man rasped.
"In the flesh." Jack replied. The man grinned, showing his half empty mouth.
"From what I 'eard, you've gone soft! Got a little whelp runnin' round, and that ye've got a 'hore of a wife!" Robert sneered with a grin. Jack was examining the fingernails on his left hand intently. He looked up when Robert finished his tirade.
"Really?" He asked in a bored voice.
"It true?" Robert asked curiously. Jack grinned and leaned in.
"True mate. But I wouldn't have said that about my wife. She can be very...temperamental." Jack confided. The guy cocked an eyebrow, confused. One moment, he was standing before Jack, looking slightly nervous, the next he was pinned on his back. What had happened was Jack's wife. Jen had overhead the man, and as soon as Jack stepped away from the man, she was running full speed and tackled the man. In the next two seconds, her sword was out and pointed at his throat, with her free arm she had his arm pinned, and her knee was digging painfully into Robert's stomach. Robert gasped, startled and in pain. Jack stood over him, looking amused.
"I did warn ya, mate. Let 'im up, luv." He said to Jen. Jen glared at Robert but got up, sheathing her sword as she went. Robert got up, rubbing his throat and glaring at them both.
"Now what is it you wanted from us?" Jack asked lazily. Robert grinned and stepped back warily.
"Yer holds are burstin' with swag, Sparrow. So ye wouldn't mind if we just...took some." This said, five pirates swung through the fog and landed heavily on the deck of the Black Pearl, all brandishing swords. Jack grinned even broader despite the fact that his hand moved down to the hilt of his own sword.
"I'll do you a favor, gentlemen. You can take any swag you can carry off my ship from the hold. But you have to get there and back as well."
"You'll cut us ta ribbons!" One man growled. Jack raised his hands innocently and motioned for Jen to do the same.
"No. We'll stand by and let it happen. It's the rest of the crew you've got to watch out for." Jack said carefully. The other pirates looked up to see most of the crew busy at work up in the rigging.
"Hah! Easy pickings, boys! They won't even notice a thing!" One man snickered. The pirates ran towards the door leading down to the hold. Then they stopped, five paces before the door.
"What is it?" One man asked.
"It's....it's a kid!" Robert said, peering down at the thing before him. Indeed it was. Little Jack. Actually, his full name was Jack Mason Sparrow, but everyone called him Jack or L.J (Little Jack). His mother sometimes called him Mason just to avoid confusion though. (We'll call him Mason most of the time too) Mason stood defiantly, holding his own little sword confidently.
"Sparrow must be losing it if he's usin' a two year old to guard 'is gold!" Robert sneered. The little boy glared through his own dark eyes.
"I'm four years old, mate." He growled. One of the men laughed and tried to step by him. Instantly, Mason lashed out and cut the man's leg with his sword. The man howled in pain and lunged forward to get back at the child. Jack watched on, looking highly amused. Jen was nervous, and moved in to protect her baby. Mason was doing fine on his own though. As the pirate moved in, Mason lunged for as well and sliced the man's arm with his sword. The pirate gasped and clutched his sword. Robert moved in to attack and before he could swing at the boy, Mason had stabbed his leg. Robert fell back and the others moved in. Jen was too nervous to let him take on the other four alone, and moved in, her sword joining her son's. Together, they drove back the pirates until all six of them fell over the side of the Pearl and swam back to their own ship. Jack grinned and picked up his son, tossing him in the air.
"Perfect, Jack! As usual." Jack said smugly to his son as Mason laughed, his sword clattering to the deck as he played with his father. You never would have guessed the same child had just injured four grown pirates on his own and not gotten a scratch.
"I got them, Father!" Mason laughed as Jack tossed him up again. Jack grinned.
"Yes, you did. But no, go and help Gibbs steer. He's not doing a very good job of keeping her steady." Jack ordered, putting Mason down. Mason nodded, his dark eyes now hard set with the idea of a task at hand.
"Yes sir." He raced off to scold Gibbs. Jen sidled up to Jack.
"I ought to slap you for putting our son on display like that." Jen growled. Jack looked down warily at Jen's hands and backed away. As he was well aware, she could slap VERY hard.
"Yes, but luv, I would have saved him from any harm. You know that!" Jack said nervously. Jen closed the distance.
"Fair enough. But still, I should slap you for not setting that scum straight about your family." Jack realized she was talking about Robert, who had, as he so delicately put it, called his wife a whore. Jack however, was amazingly at thinking on his feet.
"Yes darling, but I wanted to let YOU set him straight, savvy?" Jack said with a smile. Jen sighed and smiled in return.
"Fine. You win for that. You've also won the right to sleep in your side of the bed tonight. But you better hope you stay as cute as you are now, or I may not be so generous!" Jen teased. Jack grinned and wrapped an arm around her waist.
"That would a bloody shame." He whispered in her ear, and then leaning in closer.
"Captain! We're coming up on Port Royal!" Gibbs called. Jack straightened.
"Good. The Turners could use a visit from us."