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L.J had acquired his father's ease on the sea and his mother's grace on land. He was thankful for both as he opened the window in Charlie's room and tightened his belt around his waist, checking to make sure his sword still hung firmly there. It was secure. Assured, he slung his pack of belongings out the window and heard it land with a loud thump. The Turner family had been asleep and silent for an hour, and in that time he had packed his things. He put his hand in the pocket and found his father's compass, tucked it back inside, and patted the necklace around his neck. All of his things together, he slipped out the window and shut it gently behind him. He grinned and felt the night wind ruffle his hair. He climbed down off the roof, picked up his things, and ran towards the docks.
Jen
It was night when the Angel's Fury came upon another ship. It was a clear night, the black sky speckled with stars and lit by a gleaming moon. Jen was sitting on the bow, idly turning her knife over in her fingers. The first mate of Reynold strolled up to the captain and nodded his head towards the solitary figure.
"Is that her idea of a 'sentry'?" He asked rudely. The captain laughed softly.
"She isn't on sentry. She's off duty right now."
"Why isn't she asleep like the others?"
"That one hasn't slept in three days." Reynold said softly and admiringly. Jen felt the rise and fall of the waves beneath her and looked down to the see the figurehead, a gracefully made angel with wings spread wide and a terrible expression on her beautiful face. Suddenly, Jen stood up.
"There's a ship! That's the Black Pearl!" She shouted back to Reynold.
"I'll be. Old Jack is back again." Reynold murmured. The Angel's Fury seemed to fly towards the Black Pearl.
Jack
Gibbs tapped Jack on the shoulder.
"Jack." Jack ignored Gibbs, instead staring straight ahead.
"Jack! Ye stubborn ass, turn around!" Gibbs snapped. Jack suddenly realized that Gibbs was addressing him and turned around. There was a ship approaching fast.
'The Angel's Fury. I'll be. Reynold has returned the scabberous dog!" Jack laughed. Gibbs shot Jack a strange, confused look. He had no idea whether Jack liked this Reynold or not.
"Cap'n, should we lose 'im?"
"No. Let's see what he wants."
Jen
Jen was holding so tightly to the knife, she barely noticed the blade digging into her palm.
"When I get my hands on him, he's going to wish he had never left me. I intend to make him wish he'd never heard of that treasure." Jen sneered slowly. She noticed the blood dripping out of her hands and slipped the knife into her pocket. Reynold turned over the helm to his first mate and stood beside Jen.
"Married Jack Sparrow, did ye?" He asked with interest.
"Yes. What's it to you?" Jen asked icily. She didn't trust other pirate captains. You could never tell what side they were on, or if they'd switch. For all she knew, Reynold was going to shoot Jack for some old grudge. But she didn't think so. Although she knew in the back of her mind the ship was going fast, she didn't think the ship was moving at all. Finally, the boats drew level with each other. Jack stood at the edge of his ship, waiting. Two figures were on the other ship, getting ready to speak with him. Jack waited, though impatiently. Finally, when neither of the figures began speaking after five minutes, Jack opened his mouth to begin. Suddenly, he was knocked flat on his back and there was a dagger in his face.
"Jack Sparrow, I'm going to KILL you!" Jen hissed. Jack gulped and coughed weakly. He noted with some apprehension that the dagger was already smeared with blood.
"Captain luv, captain. Lovely to see you again. Here. On this ship. Where you're not supposed to be." Jen stood up and kicked Jack's thigh angrily. Wincing, Jack got up too. He heard someone laughing.
"Who's there?" Jack asked. Reynold swung over onto the ship.
"Well well well. Captain Jack Sparrow. Never thought any man could take ye down. I guess a man can't, but a woman can." Reynold drawled. Jack grinned.
"Are you calling this thing a woman? More like a mercenary." Jack grumbled, rubbing his thigh. Jen glared at him and crossed her arms.
"How have you been, Reynold?" Jack asked.
"Good. And yourself, I don't need to ask. Now tell me, what treasure would be so precious, ye left yer wife at home?" Jack grinned proudly.
"I'm going after Bloodbath's treasure." Jack announced. Reynold's jaw dropped.
"Are ye daft, Jack? Been out in the sun too long...does things to a man." Reynold mumbled darkly. "Jack, no fool that ever went after that treasure has lived to tell the tale!"
"Good thing I'm no fool." Jack retorted. Reynold shook his head.
"Good luck Jack. But I'm no fool, I'm old. I'll leave treasure hunts to the young. Good fortune to ye Jack." Reynold said slowly. Jack nodded.
"Same to you." Reynold returned to his ship, and slowly, the Angel's Fury receded from sight. Jack turned hesitantly to his wife.
"Jen. Wonderful to see you!" He said in a fake tone of cheerfulness. Jen restrained herself from slapping him.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." She growled. Jack slumped and sat down, patting the ground next to him.
"Well, there's not much time left. So let's begin."
L.J
L.J reached the docks as Jonathon appeared out of the darkness.
"L.J, I'll take you to my friend's ship. But I want to warn you, he isn't very friendly. His name is Captain Robert Muerte." L.J's eyebrows raised, but he said nothing, just held tighter to his bag of belongings. His father had taught him the Spanish he knew, and L.J knew 'muerte' meant death. The two walked along until they reached the gangplank of a ship.
"Bye Jonathon." L.J said bravely, unable to help himself from letting his hand snake down to the hilt of his sword.
"Luck to you L.J. The captain's waiting. Go on." He advised, disappearing once more into dark. As soon as Jonathon disappeared, a dark figure showed himself at the top of the gangplank.
"Ah, so you'll be L.J." The captain said softly, his voice soft but edged like steel. L.J swallowed hard, nervous.
"Yes. I need passage to find the Black Pearl. I can work as a sailor on your ship." L.J offered, again sounding braver than he felt. From where he stood, he could see the captains' eyes glitter like black diamonds and the flash of his gold teeth. L.J restrained himself from shuddering.
"Such a little thing like you? It would be like hiring a little girl to work." The captain laughed. L.J scowled.
"I'm a hard worker. I've worked on the Black Pearl since I was born." L.J snapped. The captain stepped down the gangplank towards L.J. L.J, despite his fear, lifted his chin defiantly. A weather worn hand came up from the darkness and tilted L.J's face up towards Robert Muerte. The captain recognized the defiance and the stubborn tone. He recognized the tan skin and the tangle of black hair, although L.J's was pulled back into a messy tail. He didn't recognize the eyes, but the nose was the same.
"Yer mother's eyes, but ye belong to yer father, and in due time, the sea, boy. You may be the son of Jack Sparrow, but there's more to a man than his lineage. I want you to fight a member of my crew."
MORE LATER! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! I'm playing with something about Muerte....more on that!
L.J had acquired his father's ease on the sea and his mother's grace on land. He was thankful for both as he opened the window in Charlie's room and tightened his belt around his waist, checking to make sure his sword still hung firmly there. It was secure. Assured, he slung his pack of belongings out the window and heard it land with a loud thump. The Turner family had been asleep and silent for an hour, and in that time he had packed his things. He put his hand in the pocket and found his father's compass, tucked it back inside, and patted the necklace around his neck. All of his things together, he slipped out the window and shut it gently behind him. He grinned and felt the night wind ruffle his hair. He climbed down off the roof, picked up his things, and ran towards the docks.
Jen
It was night when the Angel's Fury came upon another ship. It was a clear night, the black sky speckled with stars and lit by a gleaming moon. Jen was sitting on the bow, idly turning her knife over in her fingers. The first mate of Reynold strolled up to the captain and nodded his head towards the solitary figure.
"Is that her idea of a 'sentry'?" He asked rudely. The captain laughed softly.
"She isn't on sentry. She's off duty right now."
"Why isn't she asleep like the others?"
"That one hasn't slept in three days." Reynold said softly and admiringly. Jen felt the rise and fall of the waves beneath her and looked down to the see the figurehead, a gracefully made angel with wings spread wide and a terrible expression on her beautiful face. Suddenly, Jen stood up.
"There's a ship! That's the Black Pearl!" She shouted back to Reynold.
"I'll be. Old Jack is back again." Reynold murmured. The Angel's Fury seemed to fly towards the Black Pearl.
Jack
Gibbs tapped Jack on the shoulder.
"Jack." Jack ignored Gibbs, instead staring straight ahead.
"Jack! Ye stubborn ass, turn around!" Gibbs snapped. Jack suddenly realized that Gibbs was addressing him and turned around. There was a ship approaching fast.
'The Angel's Fury. I'll be. Reynold has returned the scabberous dog!" Jack laughed. Gibbs shot Jack a strange, confused look. He had no idea whether Jack liked this Reynold or not.
"Cap'n, should we lose 'im?"
"No. Let's see what he wants."
Jen
Jen was holding so tightly to the knife, she barely noticed the blade digging into her palm.
"When I get my hands on him, he's going to wish he had never left me. I intend to make him wish he'd never heard of that treasure." Jen sneered slowly. She noticed the blood dripping out of her hands and slipped the knife into her pocket. Reynold turned over the helm to his first mate and stood beside Jen.
"Married Jack Sparrow, did ye?" He asked with interest.
"Yes. What's it to you?" Jen asked icily. She didn't trust other pirate captains. You could never tell what side they were on, or if they'd switch. For all she knew, Reynold was going to shoot Jack for some old grudge. But she didn't think so. Although she knew in the back of her mind the ship was going fast, she didn't think the ship was moving at all. Finally, the boats drew level with each other. Jack stood at the edge of his ship, waiting. Two figures were on the other ship, getting ready to speak with him. Jack waited, though impatiently. Finally, when neither of the figures began speaking after five minutes, Jack opened his mouth to begin. Suddenly, he was knocked flat on his back and there was a dagger in his face.
"Jack Sparrow, I'm going to KILL you!" Jen hissed. Jack gulped and coughed weakly. He noted with some apprehension that the dagger was already smeared with blood.
"Captain luv, captain. Lovely to see you again. Here. On this ship. Where you're not supposed to be." Jen stood up and kicked Jack's thigh angrily. Wincing, Jack got up too. He heard someone laughing.
"Who's there?" Jack asked. Reynold swung over onto the ship.
"Well well well. Captain Jack Sparrow. Never thought any man could take ye down. I guess a man can't, but a woman can." Reynold drawled. Jack grinned.
"Are you calling this thing a woman? More like a mercenary." Jack grumbled, rubbing his thigh. Jen glared at him and crossed her arms.
"How have you been, Reynold?" Jack asked.
"Good. And yourself, I don't need to ask. Now tell me, what treasure would be so precious, ye left yer wife at home?" Jack grinned proudly.
"I'm going after Bloodbath's treasure." Jack announced. Reynold's jaw dropped.
"Are ye daft, Jack? Been out in the sun too long...does things to a man." Reynold mumbled darkly. "Jack, no fool that ever went after that treasure has lived to tell the tale!"
"Good thing I'm no fool." Jack retorted. Reynold shook his head.
"Good luck Jack. But I'm no fool, I'm old. I'll leave treasure hunts to the young. Good fortune to ye Jack." Reynold said slowly. Jack nodded.
"Same to you." Reynold returned to his ship, and slowly, the Angel's Fury receded from sight. Jack turned hesitantly to his wife.
"Jen. Wonderful to see you!" He said in a fake tone of cheerfulness. Jen restrained herself from slapping him.
"You have a lot of explaining to do." She growled. Jack slumped and sat down, patting the ground next to him.
"Well, there's not much time left. So let's begin."
L.J
L.J reached the docks as Jonathon appeared out of the darkness.
"L.J, I'll take you to my friend's ship. But I want to warn you, he isn't very friendly. His name is Captain Robert Muerte." L.J's eyebrows raised, but he said nothing, just held tighter to his bag of belongings. His father had taught him the Spanish he knew, and L.J knew 'muerte' meant death. The two walked along until they reached the gangplank of a ship.
"Bye Jonathon." L.J said bravely, unable to help himself from letting his hand snake down to the hilt of his sword.
"Luck to you L.J. The captain's waiting. Go on." He advised, disappearing once more into dark. As soon as Jonathon disappeared, a dark figure showed himself at the top of the gangplank.
"Ah, so you'll be L.J." The captain said softly, his voice soft but edged like steel. L.J swallowed hard, nervous.
"Yes. I need passage to find the Black Pearl. I can work as a sailor on your ship." L.J offered, again sounding braver than he felt. From where he stood, he could see the captains' eyes glitter like black diamonds and the flash of his gold teeth. L.J restrained himself from shuddering.
"Such a little thing like you? It would be like hiring a little girl to work." The captain laughed. L.J scowled.
"I'm a hard worker. I've worked on the Black Pearl since I was born." L.J snapped. The captain stepped down the gangplank towards L.J. L.J, despite his fear, lifted his chin defiantly. A weather worn hand came up from the darkness and tilted L.J's face up towards Robert Muerte. The captain recognized the defiance and the stubborn tone. He recognized the tan skin and the tangle of black hair, although L.J's was pulled back into a messy tail. He didn't recognize the eyes, but the nose was the same.
"Yer mother's eyes, but ye belong to yer father, and in due time, the sea, boy. You may be the son of Jack Sparrow, but there's more to a man than his lineage. I want you to fight a member of my crew."
MORE LATER! READ AND REVIEW PLEASE! I'm playing with something about Muerte....more on that!