Oooh, get me! 2 chapters in the space of less than 2 days! I'm on fire!
Just a quick note today. I seem to spend more time on these than my
chapters!
Would just like to say to Captain Aunna Borgonia – Nope there was no method to my madness, I just wasn't thinking straight and logically! (Then again I never do :D) Oh well...CJS saved Meg, that's all that matters! (Great fic btw, my comp won't let me submit reviews!)
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. I do own CJS! He's in my cupboard of love! He's currently mocking Glen's hair! (I swear that mop has a mind of it's own! Freddy Krueger was nothing compared to his hair!) Can someone please take Raoul off my hands? He's pissing on everyone! I own all the original character's you're likely to come across.
Well, so much for a short note! Anyhoo, on with the story!
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Chapter 4
Meg was stood open mouthed in shock. Standing in front of her was THE Captain Jack Sparrow. Not Johnny Depp dressed up and acting but the actual pirate captain.
He was even more attractive in the flesh. His near black eyes, heavily outlined in kohl. His sun-kissed skin. His high cheekbones. Everything was more intense. Meg couldn't help but lose herself in his curious gaze.
"Ye welcome, luv." Jack said.
Meg shook her head and pulled herself out of his eyes: "Oh yeah, sorry." She smiled, "Thank you."
"Ye welcome." Jack repeated, with a warm smile.
He studied her for a moment with great curiosity, before turning to leave.
"Um, excuse me." Meg started, stepping forward.
Jack turned back to her with a quizzical look on his face: "Aye?"
"I'm kinda new around here and I'm a little lost." Meg admitted, "I could do with a little..."
"Ye want me ta look after ye?" Jack guessed.
"I could just do with having a friendly face around." Meg said.
"How do ye know I'm friendly?" Jack asked, with a mischievous smile.
Well you were friendly enough in Pirates... Meg thought.
"I don't." She admitted.
Well it was the truth. She didn't know if this Captain Jack Sparrow was anything like the one Johnny Depp portrayed.
Meg sighed: "Sometimes you have to take chances."
Jack considered this for a moment before answering: "Captain Jack Sparrow, at yer service."
He stuck his hand out for Meg to shake.
"Megan Carpenter." She said, taking it.
It was rough, probably from years of handling ships. Jack's shake was firm but gentle.
"Well, Megan Carpenter (A/N: Does anybody else hate it when people do that in films and the like? Using someone's full name...very personal!), I swear on pain of death to protect ye from these drunks, ragamuffins and perverts until mornin' if ye'll grace me with yer presence for a drink in 'The Rusty Bull'" Jack said, releasing her hand, "Do we have an accord?"
Meg smiled: "Aye."
Jack grinned a toothy grin, his gold teeth glinting in the moonlight: "To 'The Rusty Bull'"
As Jack led her through the dark streets, Meg found herself being stared at by everyone. She could forgive them though. I must stick out like a sore thumb, she thought looking down at her outfit and the sword in her hand.
Dammit! Why didn't I use that on Greasy? She thought, as Jack led her into 'The Rusty Bull'.
The odour of rum and other alcoholic drinks hit Meg hard as she and Jack snaked their way through the drunkards and whores to an empty table by a roaring fire.
"Stay here, luv." Jack said, as Meg sat down. Jack turned around and disappeared into the sea of people, leaving Meg alone in the corner of the pub (A/N: Great word, pub!)
After a few long moments, Jack returned carrying two tankards of what Meg could only guess was rum. Jack placed one down in front of her and sat on the opposite side of the table.
Meg peered at the liquid the tankard contained. As she'd expected, it was rum.
"Drink up, luv." Jack said.
Meg smiled. She'd had rum a few times before and she'd liked it but after a mishap at New Year's with her cousins Daiquiri's she'd sworn off the stuff.*
She looked at Jack, who was chugging away and then back at her tankard. Gritting her teeth, she picked it up and took a drink. The crimson liquid burnt her throat in a not unpleasant way (A/N: I've only ever drunk white rum, so I'm not sure if the red stuff has the same effect!). Her head swam as she slammed her tankard down on the table in front of her.
Jack was laughing at her.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
Jack shook his head, "Nothin'" He lied, "Ye not from around these parts, are ye?"
"No." Meg admitted.
"So how did ye end up in Tortuga?" Jack asked.
Meg smiled, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me." Jack said. His voice was full of seriousness.
"Okay." Meg said.
She launched into her story. Jack hung on her every word and seemed particularly interested whenever he was mentioned.
"And then I ended up here, where you saved me from that pervert." Meg finished.
Jack nodded as if to acknowledge the end of Meg's story: "So, ye're saying that ye're from the future an' ye travelled back in time cuz ye cut yeself on ye sword?"
"Well, I'm not sure how I get here but that's what I'm guessing, yeah." Meg said.
Jack considered this for a moment.
"You think I'm completely insane, don't you?" Meg said, full of embarrassment.
"Who am I ta judge sanity?" Jack asked, with a smile.
"So you believe me?" Meg asked.
"I don't not believe ye." Jack said, cryptically, "But ye story is a bit far-fetched for ma liking."
"So you don't believe me."
"I never said that."
"Well it sounds that way." Meg said, taking another drink of her rum, which she'd almost forgotten about.
"I never said I didn't believe ye, luv. I just said ye're story was a bit far-fetched." Jack explained, "It'll take some getting' used ta."
Meg sighed. Thinking back on her story, it did sound a little unbelievable. She didn't blame Jack for blatantly not believing her.
They drank the rest of their drinks in silence. Jack was mulling over Meg's story. He was a good judge of character and he could tell that Meg was telling the truth but that didn't make her story any less unbelievable.
The pair finished up their rum.
"Ye ready ta go luv?" Jack asked.
"Go where?" Meg asked, in return.
"Well, I can't leave ye out here all by ye onesies." Jack started, "So ye'll have to spend the night with me an' the crew on the Pearl."
Meg gulped, "The Pearl?"
"Aye, The Pearl." Jack said, his teeth gleaming by the light of the fire.
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Jeeze, that was a long, hard one (said the whore to the pirate!) for me! I hope you all appreciate that I've actually started talking like CJS after writing that!
Just a little request...but can someone please fill me in on the meanings of some of these fanfic terms like flames and OC and stuff? I haven't the faintest idea what a lot of them mean although I've managed to guess a few. It would be really handy. Ta very muchly!
* Oh the whole mishap with the daiquiri? Yeah, based on truth only it was my lesbian friend who put a huge amount of rum in and a teeny amount of the other ingredients. I was 'flying' round her house on the back of my gay friends broomstick then I slumped in a chair feeling very ill.
Anyhoo, new chapter coming soon.
Would just like to say to Captain Aunna Borgonia – Nope there was no method to my madness, I just wasn't thinking straight and logically! (Then again I never do :D) Oh well...CJS saved Meg, that's all that matters! (Great fic btw, my comp won't let me submit reviews!)
Disclaimer: I don't own PotC. I do own CJS! He's in my cupboard of love! He's currently mocking Glen's hair! (I swear that mop has a mind of it's own! Freddy Krueger was nothing compared to his hair!) Can someone please take Raoul off my hands? He's pissing on everyone! I own all the original character's you're likely to come across.
Well, so much for a short note! Anyhoo, on with the story!
******
Chapter 4
Meg was stood open mouthed in shock. Standing in front of her was THE Captain Jack Sparrow. Not Johnny Depp dressed up and acting but the actual pirate captain.
He was even more attractive in the flesh. His near black eyes, heavily outlined in kohl. His sun-kissed skin. His high cheekbones. Everything was more intense. Meg couldn't help but lose herself in his curious gaze.
"Ye welcome, luv." Jack said.
Meg shook her head and pulled herself out of his eyes: "Oh yeah, sorry." She smiled, "Thank you."
"Ye welcome." Jack repeated, with a warm smile.
He studied her for a moment with great curiosity, before turning to leave.
"Um, excuse me." Meg started, stepping forward.
Jack turned back to her with a quizzical look on his face: "Aye?"
"I'm kinda new around here and I'm a little lost." Meg admitted, "I could do with a little..."
"Ye want me ta look after ye?" Jack guessed.
"I could just do with having a friendly face around." Meg said.
"How do ye know I'm friendly?" Jack asked, with a mischievous smile.
Well you were friendly enough in Pirates... Meg thought.
"I don't." She admitted.
Well it was the truth. She didn't know if this Captain Jack Sparrow was anything like the one Johnny Depp portrayed.
Meg sighed: "Sometimes you have to take chances."
Jack considered this for a moment before answering: "Captain Jack Sparrow, at yer service."
He stuck his hand out for Meg to shake.
"Megan Carpenter." She said, taking it.
It was rough, probably from years of handling ships. Jack's shake was firm but gentle.
"Well, Megan Carpenter (A/N: Does anybody else hate it when people do that in films and the like? Using someone's full name...very personal!), I swear on pain of death to protect ye from these drunks, ragamuffins and perverts until mornin' if ye'll grace me with yer presence for a drink in 'The Rusty Bull'" Jack said, releasing her hand, "Do we have an accord?"
Meg smiled: "Aye."
Jack grinned a toothy grin, his gold teeth glinting in the moonlight: "To 'The Rusty Bull'"
As Jack led her through the dark streets, Meg found herself being stared at by everyone. She could forgive them though. I must stick out like a sore thumb, she thought looking down at her outfit and the sword in her hand.
Dammit! Why didn't I use that on Greasy? She thought, as Jack led her into 'The Rusty Bull'.
The odour of rum and other alcoholic drinks hit Meg hard as she and Jack snaked their way through the drunkards and whores to an empty table by a roaring fire.
"Stay here, luv." Jack said, as Meg sat down. Jack turned around and disappeared into the sea of people, leaving Meg alone in the corner of the pub (A/N: Great word, pub!)
After a few long moments, Jack returned carrying two tankards of what Meg could only guess was rum. Jack placed one down in front of her and sat on the opposite side of the table.
Meg peered at the liquid the tankard contained. As she'd expected, it was rum.
"Drink up, luv." Jack said.
Meg smiled. She'd had rum a few times before and she'd liked it but after a mishap at New Year's with her cousins Daiquiri's she'd sworn off the stuff.*
She looked at Jack, who was chugging away and then back at her tankard. Gritting her teeth, she picked it up and took a drink. The crimson liquid burnt her throat in a not unpleasant way (A/N: I've only ever drunk white rum, so I'm not sure if the red stuff has the same effect!). Her head swam as she slammed her tankard down on the table in front of her.
Jack was laughing at her.
"What's so funny?" She asked.
Jack shook his head, "Nothin'" He lied, "Ye not from around these parts, are ye?"
"No." Meg admitted.
"So how did ye end up in Tortuga?" Jack asked.
Meg smiled, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me." Jack said. His voice was full of seriousness.
"Okay." Meg said.
She launched into her story. Jack hung on her every word and seemed particularly interested whenever he was mentioned.
"And then I ended up here, where you saved me from that pervert." Meg finished.
Jack nodded as if to acknowledge the end of Meg's story: "So, ye're saying that ye're from the future an' ye travelled back in time cuz ye cut yeself on ye sword?"
"Well, I'm not sure how I get here but that's what I'm guessing, yeah." Meg said.
Jack considered this for a moment.
"You think I'm completely insane, don't you?" Meg said, full of embarrassment.
"Who am I ta judge sanity?" Jack asked, with a smile.
"So you believe me?" Meg asked.
"I don't not believe ye." Jack said, cryptically, "But ye story is a bit far-fetched for ma liking."
"So you don't believe me."
"I never said that."
"Well it sounds that way." Meg said, taking another drink of her rum, which she'd almost forgotten about.
"I never said I didn't believe ye, luv. I just said ye're story was a bit far-fetched." Jack explained, "It'll take some getting' used ta."
Meg sighed. Thinking back on her story, it did sound a little unbelievable. She didn't blame Jack for blatantly not believing her.
They drank the rest of their drinks in silence. Jack was mulling over Meg's story. He was a good judge of character and he could tell that Meg was telling the truth but that didn't make her story any less unbelievable.
The pair finished up their rum.
"Ye ready ta go luv?" Jack asked.
"Go where?" Meg asked, in return.
"Well, I can't leave ye out here all by ye onesies." Jack started, "So ye'll have to spend the night with me an' the crew on the Pearl."
Meg gulped, "The Pearl?"
"Aye, The Pearl." Jack said, his teeth gleaming by the light of the fire.
******
Jeeze, that was a long, hard one (said the whore to the pirate!) for me! I hope you all appreciate that I've actually started talking like CJS after writing that!
Just a little request...but can someone please fill me in on the meanings of some of these fanfic terms like flames and OC and stuff? I haven't the faintest idea what a lot of them mean although I've managed to guess a few. It would be really handy. Ta very muchly!
* Oh the whole mishap with the daiquiri? Yeah, based on truth only it was my lesbian friend who put a huge amount of rum in and a teeny amount of the other ingredients. I was 'flying' round her house on the back of my gay friends broomstick then I slumped in a chair feeling very ill.
Anyhoo, new chapter coming soon.