A/N: I would like to thank my reviewers, Perpetual Masquerade. Thanks a
bunch for the review and as to the dialogue, I'm not sure what happened but
when I was typing it I did start a new paragraph every time but something
happened when I uploaded it. Meh. I'll try to fix that later.
Jen/draca: *huggles* thanx so much! Grrrrr I promise I'll fix the stupid format thingy *shakes fist at dumbass computer* I promise to update (at least more often than random character.speaking of which.
Random Character: Lmao, that was some nice rambling, I don't think any of it made the least bit of sense. At least you reviewed though, which makes me feel specialness inside. Although you shouldn't bug me about updating, she-who-takes-three-months-to-add-her-third-chapter. Lol, ttyl, keep reading!
Also this / indicates italics I'll be using that until I figure out a way to actually keep italics on my story. Just thought I'd clarify that.
By the by I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter so here it is: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, I think that's bloody obvious. Although I wish I owned Jack Sparrow, unfortunately only Storm O'Connor, her daughters and her crew are mine. There, I hope that set the record straight, if it didn't, then tough luck.
Anyway, on with the story..
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"If that's not drunk, I don't know what is." Finn stated, her voice a sharp mix of cockney and Irish.
Sam, ever cautious, peered at the pirate her sister had indicated, "I don't know, I don't think I've ever seen 'im before."
Finn rolled her eyes, "Well, Sam, pirates do come and go as they please. 'E probably just wasn't 'ere last time."
"I'm just sayin' we should know our mark first. Goin' after his gold would be like sailin' without a map!"
"Don't worry 'bout it, Sam," Finn flashed a lopsided grin, "That pirate's harmless."
Her twin raised an eyebrow incredulously, "Harmless?" she asked, her voice dripping sarcasm, "I didn't know that two pistols, a sword and a dagger constituted harmless."
Finn hopped down from the crate she had been standing on and looked at Sam seriously, "Weapons are only dangerous if you're sober enough to use them," she explained and chuckled softly as she glanced back at their target, who was currently arguing with a dark-skinned woman over money and not having very much luck, "Frankly I'm amazed that'un can stand!" she turned back to her twin, "'e should be no problem to us. Besides we're armed too." Finn tapped the ornate daggers that hung from her belt.
"Ye're daft."
"That's never stopped us before."
"Alright," consented Sam, "but if we die, it's your fault."
"Why are you so worried, Sam? We've done this before." Finn smiled fondly at the memories.
"You've done this before, I 'aven't. I just 'ide the loot, you're the one that actually grabs it."
Finn shrugged, they were running out of time, the unsteady pirate had broken off his argument with the dark woman and was-what luck!-heading toward them. They would have to seize the opportunity before it slipped away. There was no time for pointless bickering.
Finn whirled on her sister, "Look, I'll do the whole job if'n it'll make you feel more at ease. Just wait 'ere, if the job turns sour you know what to do. Got it?"
Sam nodded in resignation. Somehow, Finn always convinced her to do things against her better judgement. Perhaps that was part of the reason that they got into tough scrapes so often.
As the girl pondered this, Finn was already halfway down the road and on a collision course with the pirate. Smiling, the little thief brushed against him, and lightly slipped her hand into his pocket.
The situation quickly changed, before Finn had even realized the pirate's movements, he had her pinned against him and her arms twisted behind her in a vicelike grip. She growled, desperately pulling to free her arms and get at one of her weapons. Her struggles ceased abruptly as she felt cold steel at her throat.
"Now wot do we 'ave 'ere?"
At the sound of the slightly slurred, male voice behind her, Finn almost panicked. She was not easily frightened; even when she'd fallen off her mother's ship she had only cried out in excitement and had only laughed about it later. But right now, she was terrified. She was going to die, she'd been caught and now she was going to die.
Sam! She thought wildly, Sam was still in the alley; she could run and fetch their mother, or at least one of the crew. Finn turned her head slightly, hoping her assailant would miss the subtle movement.
/Go! / She mouthed at her shocked and frozen sister. /Find someone, anyone! /
"And 'oo are ye talking to lass?"
"No one," yelped Finn, amazed that he'd noticed, "Just mutterin' to meself!... It's fun! .I'm insane!. Let me go." She ended, as his grip was beginning to cause pain in her arms.
"You were talkin' to somebody lass." Said the pirate, his voice holding a faint trace of.amusement? "Though mayhap you are mad, it's not uncommon for streetrats."
Angry pride surged through Finn, briefly dispelling her fear, "I ain't no streetrat!" She blurted.
"Oh no?" The pirate turned the girl around, still keeping his sword at her throat and looked her over. "Well that's interestin'. I suppose ye're not. Yer clothes aren't ripped, yer clean and I don't think any urchin would own such a trinket," he flicked her earring, "So if yer not a streetrat, what are ye then?"
"I'm a daughter of Captain O'Connor," Finn stated proudly, deciding that honesty would be the wisest course of action, "The finest pirate in the Caribbean." She added, not able to help a little embellishment.
The pirate's dark brown eyes flashed for a moment, almost in indignation, "Oh really?" the question sounded like a challenge.
"Aye," Finn shot back defiantly, catching his tone, "and I'm sure my captain would not take it to kindly if I were to be found dead in a gutter."
"Ah, but who would tell your captain that it was me?" replied her captor, leaning in close, his eyes twinkling malevolently.
"Me sister."
"Yer who?"
"She's watchin' us right now, and if ye so much as 'arm a single 'air on me 'ead, she'll run and get help. Me family's got many allies in this port."
"Ye won't very soon, if'n ye keep picking everyone's pockets."
"It's a living," Finn shrugged, trying to ignore the lethal weapon still poised beneath her chin, "Yer a pirate, ye'd understand better'n anyone."
The pirate smiled, "That I do." He lowered his blade, "Tell ye what, you and yer sister take me to this Captain O'Connor so we can have a talk and I won't 'arm either of you. I'm interested in meetin' this 'finest pirate in the Caribbean." He held out his hand, "Do we have an accord?"
"Aye," Finn sighed in relief, this was quite a turn of events.
She called to Sam, then inwardly winced. Their mother would not be pleased by their getting caught. Subconsciously, she rubbed her ears.
******
For the second time that night, Jack pushed through the crowd of drunken and fighting patrons of the Blushing Mermaid. He followed the two identical girls to a small corner table-his table, the one he had vacated a mere two hours ago. Quite a coincidence, he mused.
There were two women, one with braided black hair and another with flowing red, and a man sitting at the table, drinking rum and laughing uproariously. One of the women, the one with the braids, seemed particularly familiar to Jack. Perhaps, she's the one I bumped into, he wondered.
The two girls whirled around, "Wait here," they spoke together.
They paused and looked at each other, "We've got to stop doin' that," they chorused.
Eyebrows raised, the twins seemed about to add something, then thought better of it, shook their heads simultaneously and headed towards the table.
Strange girls, thought Sparrow.
***
"You what?!"
"We got caught, Captain," muttered Sam. The girls always called their mother captain when she was angry with them; it seemed to calm her down.
"Now 'e wants to talk to you," added Finn.
Storm O'Connor rolled her eyes, "Very well, bring 'im forward. Might as well get this over with."
Finn motioned to Jack, beckoning him over. The pirate sauntered over, expecting the girl to introduce him to the man on the left, instead the little pickpocket made a grand sweeping gesture at the black-haired woman,
"Allow me to introduce ye to the infamous Captain Storm O'Connor."
Jack could hardly believe his ears. Storm? That's who Captain O'Connor was? Of course, he thought, it all made sense now. But after all these years, what could he say, what could he do?
"Storm" he whispered.
"Jack?"
Jack's problems of what to do were ended as a fist met his face. Through his dazed senses he heard the now incredibly familiar voice speak in disgust.
"Girls, I'd like you to meet Captain Jack Sparrow; your father."
Then all went black.
Jen/draca: *huggles* thanx so much! Grrrrr I promise I'll fix the stupid format thingy *shakes fist at dumbass computer* I promise to update (at least more often than random character.speaking of which.
Random Character: Lmao, that was some nice rambling, I don't think any of it made the least bit of sense. At least you reviewed though, which makes me feel specialness inside. Although you shouldn't bug me about updating, she-who-takes-three-months-to-add-her-third-chapter. Lol, ttyl, keep reading!
Also this / indicates italics I'll be using that until I figure out a way to actually keep italics on my story. Just thought I'd clarify that.
By the by I forgot to put a disclaimer on the last chapter so here it is: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean, I think that's bloody obvious. Although I wish I owned Jack Sparrow, unfortunately only Storm O'Connor, her daughters and her crew are mine. There, I hope that set the record straight, if it didn't, then tough luck.
Anyway, on with the story..
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"If that's not drunk, I don't know what is." Finn stated, her voice a sharp mix of cockney and Irish.
Sam, ever cautious, peered at the pirate her sister had indicated, "I don't know, I don't think I've ever seen 'im before."
Finn rolled her eyes, "Well, Sam, pirates do come and go as they please. 'E probably just wasn't 'ere last time."
"I'm just sayin' we should know our mark first. Goin' after his gold would be like sailin' without a map!"
"Don't worry 'bout it, Sam," Finn flashed a lopsided grin, "That pirate's harmless."
Her twin raised an eyebrow incredulously, "Harmless?" she asked, her voice dripping sarcasm, "I didn't know that two pistols, a sword and a dagger constituted harmless."
Finn hopped down from the crate she had been standing on and looked at Sam seriously, "Weapons are only dangerous if you're sober enough to use them," she explained and chuckled softly as she glanced back at their target, who was currently arguing with a dark-skinned woman over money and not having very much luck, "Frankly I'm amazed that'un can stand!" she turned back to her twin, "'e should be no problem to us. Besides we're armed too." Finn tapped the ornate daggers that hung from her belt.
"Ye're daft."
"That's never stopped us before."
"Alright," consented Sam, "but if we die, it's your fault."
"Why are you so worried, Sam? We've done this before." Finn smiled fondly at the memories.
"You've done this before, I 'aven't. I just 'ide the loot, you're the one that actually grabs it."
Finn shrugged, they were running out of time, the unsteady pirate had broken off his argument with the dark woman and was-what luck!-heading toward them. They would have to seize the opportunity before it slipped away. There was no time for pointless bickering.
Finn whirled on her sister, "Look, I'll do the whole job if'n it'll make you feel more at ease. Just wait 'ere, if the job turns sour you know what to do. Got it?"
Sam nodded in resignation. Somehow, Finn always convinced her to do things against her better judgement. Perhaps that was part of the reason that they got into tough scrapes so often.
As the girl pondered this, Finn was already halfway down the road and on a collision course with the pirate. Smiling, the little thief brushed against him, and lightly slipped her hand into his pocket.
The situation quickly changed, before Finn had even realized the pirate's movements, he had her pinned against him and her arms twisted behind her in a vicelike grip. She growled, desperately pulling to free her arms and get at one of her weapons. Her struggles ceased abruptly as she felt cold steel at her throat.
"Now wot do we 'ave 'ere?"
At the sound of the slightly slurred, male voice behind her, Finn almost panicked. She was not easily frightened; even when she'd fallen off her mother's ship she had only cried out in excitement and had only laughed about it later. But right now, she was terrified. She was going to die, she'd been caught and now she was going to die.
Sam! She thought wildly, Sam was still in the alley; she could run and fetch their mother, or at least one of the crew. Finn turned her head slightly, hoping her assailant would miss the subtle movement.
/Go! / She mouthed at her shocked and frozen sister. /Find someone, anyone! /
"And 'oo are ye talking to lass?"
"No one," yelped Finn, amazed that he'd noticed, "Just mutterin' to meself!... It's fun! .I'm insane!. Let me go." She ended, as his grip was beginning to cause pain in her arms.
"You were talkin' to somebody lass." Said the pirate, his voice holding a faint trace of.amusement? "Though mayhap you are mad, it's not uncommon for streetrats."
Angry pride surged through Finn, briefly dispelling her fear, "I ain't no streetrat!" She blurted.
"Oh no?" The pirate turned the girl around, still keeping his sword at her throat and looked her over. "Well that's interestin'. I suppose ye're not. Yer clothes aren't ripped, yer clean and I don't think any urchin would own such a trinket," he flicked her earring, "So if yer not a streetrat, what are ye then?"
"I'm a daughter of Captain O'Connor," Finn stated proudly, deciding that honesty would be the wisest course of action, "The finest pirate in the Caribbean." She added, not able to help a little embellishment.
The pirate's dark brown eyes flashed for a moment, almost in indignation, "Oh really?" the question sounded like a challenge.
"Aye," Finn shot back defiantly, catching his tone, "and I'm sure my captain would not take it to kindly if I were to be found dead in a gutter."
"Ah, but who would tell your captain that it was me?" replied her captor, leaning in close, his eyes twinkling malevolently.
"Me sister."
"Yer who?"
"She's watchin' us right now, and if ye so much as 'arm a single 'air on me 'ead, she'll run and get help. Me family's got many allies in this port."
"Ye won't very soon, if'n ye keep picking everyone's pockets."
"It's a living," Finn shrugged, trying to ignore the lethal weapon still poised beneath her chin, "Yer a pirate, ye'd understand better'n anyone."
The pirate smiled, "That I do." He lowered his blade, "Tell ye what, you and yer sister take me to this Captain O'Connor so we can have a talk and I won't 'arm either of you. I'm interested in meetin' this 'finest pirate in the Caribbean." He held out his hand, "Do we have an accord?"
"Aye," Finn sighed in relief, this was quite a turn of events.
She called to Sam, then inwardly winced. Their mother would not be pleased by their getting caught. Subconsciously, she rubbed her ears.
******
For the second time that night, Jack pushed through the crowd of drunken and fighting patrons of the Blushing Mermaid. He followed the two identical girls to a small corner table-his table, the one he had vacated a mere two hours ago. Quite a coincidence, he mused.
There were two women, one with braided black hair and another with flowing red, and a man sitting at the table, drinking rum and laughing uproariously. One of the women, the one with the braids, seemed particularly familiar to Jack. Perhaps, she's the one I bumped into, he wondered.
The two girls whirled around, "Wait here," they spoke together.
They paused and looked at each other, "We've got to stop doin' that," they chorused.
Eyebrows raised, the twins seemed about to add something, then thought better of it, shook their heads simultaneously and headed towards the table.
Strange girls, thought Sparrow.
***
"You what?!"
"We got caught, Captain," muttered Sam. The girls always called their mother captain when she was angry with them; it seemed to calm her down.
"Now 'e wants to talk to you," added Finn.
Storm O'Connor rolled her eyes, "Very well, bring 'im forward. Might as well get this over with."
Finn motioned to Jack, beckoning him over. The pirate sauntered over, expecting the girl to introduce him to the man on the left, instead the little pickpocket made a grand sweeping gesture at the black-haired woman,
"Allow me to introduce ye to the infamous Captain Storm O'Connor."
Jack could hardly believe his ears. Storm? That's who Captain O'Connor was? Of course, he thought, it all made sense now. But after all these years, what could he say, what could he do?
"Storm" he whispered.
"Jack?"
Jack's problems of what to do were ended as a fist met his face. Through his dazed senses he heard the now incredibly familiar voice speak in disgust.
"Girls, I'd like you to meet Captain Jack Sparrow; your father."
Then all went black.
