Disclaimer: See chapter one
Thanks to... White roses for me- thanks for the advice! I really appreciate it.
Bvixen- thanks for reviewing!
Maren L P- Thank you for the encouragement!
A/N: I'm looking for a beta on this story and my Peter Pan fic. If anyone is interested, let me know. On with the story...
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Dusk was an hour hence when Brigid, back in her pirate garb, snuck onto the slippery quay. One small vessel was docked beside it. The sails were down, and no one seemed to be on board. The warm ocean water was splashing gently against the ship's hull.
"Gibbs," she hissed. "GIBBS!" The man appeared, awake for once, and looking very alert.
"Ah, young lass, ye ready then?" he asked hurriedly.
In response, she jumped onto the deck. The wood creaked beneath her feet as she made her way firmly to the hold, and walked down into the ship's lower level. She stashed her stuff in a little cubby, and went back topside. Gibbs had cast off the mooring lines, and was standing at the helm.
"Where to Miss?" the aging man inquired.
She grinned. "Tortuga Gibbs. We're going home."
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After a day and night at sea Brigid felt completely herself again. She missed being on a ship, and her shedding of the "governor's maid" persona was exhilarating. She stepped up onto the deck, shading her eyes with one hand, looking out over the vast expanse of rippling water before her. She was wearing an over-sized lace up shirt and a pair of black, cotton woman's trousers. A very rare thing to find outside of a pirate port. She strolled casually over to Gibbs.
"How much longer?"
"We'll be there by noon if the wind holds up, and we stay on our present course," he replied.
"Go rest my friend," she said, patting his shoulder. "I'll man the helm."
"I'd like a break, but I won't sleep until after your business in Tortuga is done," he sighed, handing over control of his ship none the less.
"Then I shall do my best to hurry!" she laughed.
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True to her promise, she concluded her business quickly, and Gibbs went off to get drunk. Night had fallen, and the nightlife found her standing outside an inn. Her companion stood in the shadows, waiting. Dark cloaks hid their faces, and as such they gave off an air that made others leave them be. Cloaked figures were never to be underestimated, especially in Tortuga.
"This is ridiculous," she growled. "How long is this going to take?"
"How do you know they will not room here?" the man beside her asked.
"Jack uses this inn only for drinking," she explained quietly. She knew Sparrow's habits well from years of study. "Here they are."
Jack and Will left the inn, and started off down the street. Brigid and her companion flew through the shadows after them. The stench of rum, vomit, and various types or excrement surrounded the city like an invading army. She didn't notice. To her it was just another sign that she was home.
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Will followed Jack through the unfamiliar streets. His mind was reeling from all that had happened in the past two days. He was worried for Elizabeth, all alone with those damned pirates. He must save her!
He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice the two men following him. Will would have cried out if a hand hadn't been clamped over his mouth. They pulled him into an alley, and started ripping at his clothes. They touched him in ways that they had no right to, and he closed his eyes in terror. They wouldn't leave him be. He was too scared to move. Suddenly, the men's hands were gone. Will opened his eyes and gasped in shock.
One of the men was lying dead at the feet of a cloaked stranger. There was a terrible cut across his throat, and the rich crimson blood still pumped from the severed veins and arteries. The other attacker was held at a stranger's swordpoint. The man unsheathed his own blade and attacked.
Will's defender moved into a graceful, deadly dance of blades. His attacker wasn't well trained, and as such soon found himself impaled on a thin blade. The tip, protruding from his back, glowed red in the light from the street. He fell to his knees, but didn't collapse into death. The stranger approached him, nursing a wounded arm, and with a vicious twist snapped his neck. The hood fell away at this action to reveal a face Will knew all too well.
"Brigid," he whispered. "What?"
The woman offered him a half smile, sheathed her blade, and walked away. Will watched in amazement as his friend, his guardian, was joined by another cloaked figure at the entrance of the alley. She looked back once, raised her hood, and then disappeared into the shadows. Not two minutes later Jack appeared. The pirate helped Will to his feet.
"All right whelp?"
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The two cloaked figures made their way to the inn they were staying at. Brigid was aware that her companion was watching her, but feigned ignorance. They entered the dirty little room they shared, and removed their cloaks. Brigid's hands were covered in blood, and her cloak was more than splattered with it.
"You fought well. I would never have expected you to kill them," the man commented blandly.
"Would you expect less? I grew up here," Brigid replied. "We should get some rest. They won't leave before morning."
"You know Jack's habit's well?"
"Of course... Uncle," she said turning to face him.
Bootstrap smiled at her. "Goodnight little nymph."
"Goodnight Uncle."
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Well what do you think? Bootstrap is back, and the plot is beginning to thicken. Review please!
KaylieAysel
Thanks to... White roses for me- thanks for the advice! I really appreciate it.
Bvixen- thanks for reviewing!
Maren L P- Thank you for the encouragement!
A/N: I'm looking for a beta on this story and my Peter Pan fic. If anyone is interested, let me know. On with the story...
!!!!!!
Dusk was an hour hence when Brigid, back in her pirate garb, snuck onto the slippery quay. One small vessel was docked beside it. The sails were down, and no one seemed to be on board. The warm ocean water was splashing gently against the ship's hull.
"Gibbs," she hissed. "GIBBS!" The man appeared, awake for once, and looking very alert.
"Ah, young lass, ye ready then?" he asked hurriedly.
In response, she jumped onto the deck. The wood creaked beneath her feet as she made her way firmly to the hold, and walked down into the ship's lower level. She stashed her stuff in a little cubby, and went back topside. Gibbs had cast off the mooring lines, and was standing at the helm.
"Where to Miss?" the aging man inquired.
She grinned. "Tortuga Gibbs. We're going home."
!!!!!!!!!
After a day and night at sea Brigid felt completely herself again. She missed being on a ship, and her shedding of the "governor's maid" persona was exhilarating. She stepped up onto the deck, shading her eyes with one hand, looking out over the vast expanse of rippling water before her. She was wearing an over-sized lace up shirt and a pair of black, cotton woman's trousers. A very rare thing to find outside of a pirate port. She strolled casually over to Gibbs.
"How much longer?"
"We'll be there by noon if the wind holds up, and we stay on our present course," he replied.
"Go rest my friend," she said, patting his shoulder. "I'll man the helm."
"I'd like a break, but I won't sleep until after your business in Tortuga is done," he sighed, handing over control of his ship none the less.
"Then I shall do my best to hurry!" she laughed.
!!!!!!!!!
True to her promise, she concluded her business quickly, and Gibbs went off to get drunk. Night had fallen, and the nightlife found her standing outside an inn. Her companion stood in the shadows, waiting. Dark cloaks hid their faces, and as such they gave off an air that made others leave them be. Cloaked figures were never to be underestimated, especially in Tortuga.
"This is ridiculous," she growled. "How long is this going to take?"
"How do you know they will not room here?" the man beside her asked.
"Jack uses this inn only for drinking," she explained quietly. She knew Sparrow's habits well from years of study. "Here they are."
Jack and Will left the inn, and started off down the street. Brigid and her companion flew through the shadows after them. The stench of rum, vomit, and various types or excrement surrounded the city like an invading army. She didn't notice. To her it was just another sign that she was home.
!!!!!!!!!!
Will followed Jack through the unfamiliar streets. His mind was reeling from all that had happened in the past two days. He was worried for Elizabeth, all alone with those damned pirates. He must save her!
He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he didn't notice the two men following him. Will would have cried out if a hand hadn't been clamped over his mouth. They pulled him into an alley, and started ripping at his clothes. They touched him in ways that they had no right to, and he closed his eyes in terror. They wouldn't leave him be. He was too scared to move. Suddenly, the men's hands were gone. Will opened his eyes and gasped in shock.
One of the men was lying dead at the feet of a cloaked stranger. There was a terrible cut across his throat, and the rich crimson blood still pumped from the severed veins and arteries. The other attacker was held at a stranger's swordpoint. The man unsheathed his own blade and attacked.
Will's defender moved into a graceful, deadly dance of blades. His attacker wasn't well trained, and as such soon found himself impaled on a thin blade. The tip, protruding from his back, glowed red in the light from the street. He fell to his knees, but didn't collapse into death. The stranger approached him, nursing a wounded arm, and with a vicious twist snapped his neck. The hood fell away at this action to reveal a face Will knew all too well.
"Brigid," he whispered. "What?"
The woman offered him a half smile, sheathed her blade, and walked away. Will watched in amazement as his friend, his guardian, was joined by another cloaked figure at the entrance of the alley. She looked back once, raised her hood, and then disappeared into the shadows. Not two minutes later Jack appeared. The pirate helped Will to his feet.
"All right whelp?"
!!!!!!!!!
The two cloaked figures made their way to the inn they were staying at. Brigid was aware that her companion was watching her, but feigned ignorance. They entered the dirty little room they shared, and removed their cloaks. Brigid's hands were covered in blood, and her cloak was more than splattered with it.
"You fought well. I would never have expected you to kill them," the man commented blandly.
"Would you expect less? I grew up here," Brigid replied. "We should get some rest. They won't leave before morning."
"You know Jack's habit's well?"
"Of course... Uncle," she said turning to face him.
Bootstrap smiled at her. "Goodnight little nymph."
"Goodnight Uncle."
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Well what do you think? Bootstrap is back, and the plot is beginning to thicken. Review please!
KaylieAysel