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but I wish I did.
Chapter Three Daughter of Dishonesty
The crew and their new Captain, Telk, watched as their former captain and their new greatest enemy disappeared over the horizon.
The Corazon del Mar moved out of the cove and headed in some obscure direction out across the clear blue waters of the Caribbean. Jack watched as his ship was parted from him, so quickly and yet so terribly slow. He knew something would go wrong on their trip to the Isla del Muerta, but he hadn't suspected this. He sighed and searched the deck for the Captain whose orders he was under for the moment. Instead, she walked up to him.
"Captain Sparrow, from this point on, you are my shadow, I don't want you out of my sight." She said, loud enough so that, not only Jack, but the entire crew could hear her. There go any chances for escape Jack thought. "I'll let the members of your crew that I have in my possession be dropped at Tortuga when we come to it, but first we're gettin' supplies." She said in a voice that she lowered enough so only Jack could hear.
Jack took a good look at the Captain as she beckoned for him to follow her. She was covered almost head to toe in clothing, including the green half gloves that she wore on her hands. Her clothing consisted of brown leather chinos, black leggings, gold washed boots and a strange reddish waist- corset thing that looked as if it used to be a dress but the sides were cut out so that it wore more like an over lengthened loin cloth. On top she was wearing a billowy sand colored blouse with gold cuffs and an equally billowy high collared green vest over the top. On her head was the hat Jack had admired from afar. It was mahogany colored leather with a brim going out six inches (15.5 cm) in every direction. Tucked in a green sash tied around the main part of the hat were a pair of long black feathers. All in all, the outfit proved that she had good taste in hats but didn't say anything about her amount of muscle or how slim she was. She was cloaked in obscurity.
Eventually they entered the Captain's Quarters on the ship. Mikella unlocked the door and ushered Jack in. The room was simple and elegant, it held a large bed, a modest desk and table and a bookcase in one corner. It was well lit with hanging lanterns and a few portholes that served as windows. Mikella shut and locked the door and gestured for Jack to have a seat at the table.
"I think I'll stand luv." Jack replied.
"Suit yourself, but from now on, my word is law." Mikella said. She knew Jack's attitude, he was notorious for it, and she was not about to let him get away with it on her ship. She began to open her waist corset thing and Jack's eyebrows shot to the ceiling. "Calm down mate, I'm not strippin down or anything, just getting' my keys." She undid the buttons and opened one side to display a large amount of pockets; out of one she took a ring of keys. She took two of the keys off and tossed them to Jack who caught them with ease. She put the key ring back and buttoned up her corslet (AN: that's what I'll call it from now on.).
"What're these for?" Jack asked.
"One," she pointed "Is for the rum cabinet" she said and pointed to a cabinet that Jack hadn't previously noticed. A wide but questioning smile crossed his face.
"Why're you givin' me rum?" He asked suspiciously.
"Because, I know you would have drived me insane until you got some otherwise." She said in reply. She had done her homework on Captain Jack Sparrow, and while she wasn't about to put him in the lap of luxury, she wasn't about to let him drive her crazy either.
"Fair enough luv, what's this one for?" He asked, holding up the other key.
"That one, will get you into my cabin, but not out." She said, indicating the door they had just walked through.
"Why would I want that?" He asked.
"Because if yer not sleepin' in here, yer sleepin' in the brig and I'm not about to watch ye in the brig, so yer sleepin' in here." Mikella said.
"Oh." Jack said. He shrugged, seemed reasonable enough. "So luv, what's to be done with me?"
"You." Mikella grinned a dirty, evil grin as she looked at him. "I'm taking my revenge on you. I'm takin' you to my good friend Commodore Norrington in Port Royal where he can have his merry way with ye."
Jack blanched at the thought of returning to the Commodore and then grinned at the thought of playing his game again. He noticed that she hadn't said anything about killing him herself. But then a question came to his head. "What makes ye think he won't hang ye too luv?"
"I'm not a pirate Sparrow." She said. She leaned toward him and pulled up her golden cuffs to demonstrate the absence of a brand. The only thing on her fore arm was a small tattoo of a bright green apple crossed with scarlet rapiers. Jack stared at the apple for a second and it all clicked to him.
"Yer the daughter of that bilge rat Barbossa!" Jack yelled. Before he could blink, Mikella had pulled her own rapier and it was a hair's breadth away from Jack's jugular vein. Jack balked at the sight and swallowed nervously as he looked at her.
"Don't ye dare insult me father on me ship ye mutinous scalawag." She spat at him with venom in her voice and murder in her eyes. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Inescapably luv." He said as he lightly pushed the rapier away from his throat. Mikella quickly pulled it back as he touched it, causing a minor cut on Jack's palm. "Ow." He muttered under his breath.
"Besides, the Commodore will be grantin' me clemency as a reward for returnin the great Captain Jack Sparrow." She said as if the conversation had never turned. Jack cocked his eyebrows at her as she continued but made a face of disgust as she mentioned the word clemency.
"What would make ye want that luv?" He questioned.
"Like I said Captain Sparrow, I'm not a pirate, just a daughter of dishonesty."
Chapter Three Daughter of Dishonesty
The crew and their new Captain, Telk, watched as their former captain and their new greatest enemy disappeared over the horizon.
The Corazon del Mar moved out of the cove and headed in some obscure direction out across the clear blue waters of the Caribbean. Jack watched as his ship was parted from him, so quickly and yet so terribly slow. He knew something would go wrong on their trip to the Isla del Muerta, but he hadn't suspected this. He sighed and searched the deck for the Captain whose orders he was under for the moment. Instead, she walked up to him.
"Captain Sparrow, from this point on, you are my shadow, I don't want you out of my sight." She said, loud enough so that, not only Jack, but the entire crew could hear her. There go any chances for escape Jack thought. "I'll let the members of your crew that I have in my possession be dropped at Tortuga when we come to it, but first we're gettin' supplies." She said in a voice that she lowered enough so only Jack could hear.
Jack took a good look at the Captain as she beckoned for him to follow her. She was covered almost head to toe in clothing, including the green half gloves that she wore on her hands. Her clothing consisted of brown leather chinos, black leggings, gold washed boots and a strange reddish waist- corset thing that looked as if it used to be a dress but the sides were cut out so that it wore more like an over lengthened loin cloth. On top she was wearing a billowy sand colored blouse with gold cuffs and an equally billowy high collared green vest over the top. On her head was the hat Jack had admired from afar. It was mahogany colored leather with a brim going out six inches (15.5 cm) in every direction. Tucked in a green sash tied around the main part of the hat were a pair of long black feathers. All in all, the outfit proved that she had good taste in hats but didn't say anything about her amount of muscle or how slim she was. She was cloaked in obscurity.
Eventually they entered the Captain's Quarters on the ship. Mikella unlocked the door and ushered Jack in. The room was simple and elegant, it held a large bed, a modest desk and table and a bookcase in one corner. It was well lit with hanging lanterns and a few portholes that served as windows. Mikella shut and locked the door and gestured for Jack to have a seat at the table.
"I think I'll stand luv." Jack replied.
"Suit yourself, but from now on, my word is law." Mikella said. She knew Jack's attitude, he was notorious for it, and she was not about to let him get away with it on her ship. She began to open her waist corset thing and Jack's eyebrows shot to the ceiling. "Calm down mate, I'm not strippin down or anything, just getting' my keys." She undid the buttons and opened one side to display a large amount of pockets; out of one she took a ring of keys. She took two of the keys off and tossed them to Jack who caught them with ease. She put the key ring back and buttoned up her corslet (AN: that's what I'll call it from now on.).
"What're these for?" Jack asked.
"One," she pointed "Is for the rum cabinet" she said and pointed to a cabinet that Jack hadn't previously noticed. A wide but questioning smile crossed his face.
"Why're you givin' me rum?" He asked suspiciously.
"Because, I know you would have drived me insane until you got some otherwise." She said in reply. She had done her homework on Captain Jack Sparrow, and while she wasn't about to put him in the lap of luxury, she wasn't about to let him drive her crazy either.
"Fair enough luv, what's this one for?" He asked, holding up the other key.
"That one, will get you into my cabin, but not out." She said, indicating the door they had just walked through.
"Why would I want that?" He asked.
"Because if yer not sleepin' in here, yer sleepin' in the brig and I'm not about to watch ye in the brig, so yer sleepin' in here." Mikella said.
"Oh." Jack said. He shrugged, seemed reasonable enough. "So luv, what's to be done with me?"
"You." Mikella grinned a dirty, evil grin as she looked at him. "I'm taking my revenge on you. I'm takin' you to my good friend Commodore Norrington in Port Royal where he can have his merry way with ye."
Jack blanched at the thought of returning to the Commodore and then grinned at the thought of playing his game again. He noticed that she hadn't said anything about killing him herself. But then a question came to his head. "What makes ye think he won't hang ye too luv?"
"I'm not a pirate Sparrow." She said. She leaned toward him and pulled up her golden cuffs to demonstrate the absence of a brand. The only thing on her fore arm was a small tattoo of a bright green apple crossed with scarlet rapiers. Jack stared at the apple for a second and it all clicked to him.
"Yer the daughter of that bilge rat Barbossa!" Jack yelled. Before he could blink, Mikella had pulled her own rapier and it was a hair's breadth away from Jack's jugular vein. Jack balked at the sight and swallowed nervously as he looked at her.
"Don't ye dare insult me father on me ship ye mutinous scalawag." She spat at him with venom in her voice and murder in her eyes. "Do I make myself clear?"
"Inescapably luv." He said as he lightly pushed the rapier away from his throat. Mikella quickly pulled it back as he touched it, causing a minor cut on Jack's palm. "Ow." He muttered under his breath.
"Besides, the Commodore will be grantin' me clemency as a reward for returnin the great Captain Jack Sparrow." She said as if the conversation had never turned. Jack cocked his eyebrows at her as she continued but made a face of disgust as she mentioned the word clemency.
"What would make ye want that luv?" He questioned.
"Like I said Captain Sparrow, I'm not a pirate, just a daughter of dishonesty."