A/N: Oh god people I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long! But y'know I
do have good reasons, currently I'm writing 12 plus stories, either on
websites or just in my notebooks. For the past couple of weeks I've been
working on an original story for fictionpress (I'm still not done). Anyway
the point is sometimes I get a bit confused on what is happening in which
story. *Blushes*
Also I'm just a wee bit disappointed in some of you. A month people! A month and I only got 4 reviews. That is pathetic *sulks*. That's why I updated my angst fic before this one :P. *sighs* oh well, I still feel guilty about not updating so you get this chapter.
I'm now going to thank my reviewers, few as they may be :P.
Anaknusan: Hey there :D! I'm glad you like this story so much! It makes me feel proudness inside. So ye've accepted me proposal, eh? Excellent! I mean, Huzzah! Say I'm curious, where does your name come from?? Just wondering......anyway, keep the reviews coming! It's always a pleasure hearing from you.
Random Character: I'll drunk your fox! *Shakes fist manacingly*. Lmao! Ah we are sooooooo stupid. You and the stupid dodger! I swear you're on crack *shakes head*. I can't believe how short this review was, (compared to your other ones) do I mean that little to you? *Sobs uncontrollably*. Well, I'll forgive you if your next review is long :P. ttyl.
Dreamgirl21147: That was......short. Ah well, at least you bothered, so here's some more for you.
Jen/Draca: Damn straight she's liberated! God that was a fun weekend! *grins* Now you see it, now you don't etc. (for people who aren't Jen, don't even bother to try to understand what I'm talking about). Tobias and Delilah go to Egypt!!! Roflmao!!! Anyway, here's another chappie. Enjoy!
Dragonflygirl804: Yay! *Huggles* A new reviewer! Thanx for the encouragement! You saw the bed thing coming, eh? Well you're in for a bit of a surprise in this chapter. Keep up the reviews. Thanx a bunch.
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda, you know what goes here, just use your imagination. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
Storm uttered a stream of violent-and creative-curses, some aimed at Jack, some at rum and some at the world in general. It really didn't matter.
Jack clicked his tongue in disapproval, "Now, now Storm, that's hardly pleasant pillow talk."
The female captain shot him a glare that would have turned him to stone if Jack had been at all self-conscious. Instead the pirate just leaned back and smiled smugly.
Storm groaned and rubbed her temples-her head was pounding....and she was in bed with a man she'd been wanting to kill for the past twelve years. Storm was beginning to think that perhaps having a drinking contest with Jack Sparrow wasn't the smartest idea she's ever had.
"Bloody-thrice-damned-son-of-a-bilge-rat!"
"That's not very nice."
"Oh do shut up, Sparrow." Storm snapped angrily.
Jack smiled indulgingly and settled back against the pillows, his hands behind his head. He was the absolute picture of relaxation.
"Knew I'd get ye in bed again."
SMACK
Seconds later Jack was rubbing his stinging cheek and wincing from the pain. For once, Storm had forgotten that she was a punching woman not a slapping woman.....well not entirely.
The punch followed soon after.....followed by another slap.....on the other cheek.
The female pirate bolted down the stairs at top speed, desperately trying to ignore the waves of nausea induced by her hangover.
As she burst into the kitchen Will and Elizabeth glanced up in surprise though Will looked away a split-second later, blushing a deep crimson to his ears. Storm's eyes flicked down and immediately understood his embarrassment (and she would have been amused if she hadn't been furious). She was clad only in a thin chemise which, in all honesty, didn't leave much to the imagination. Little wonder little proper eunuch boy couldn't look at her. However that wasn't the present issue.
With a shaky breath Storm began jabbering at the couple, "Last night.....me 'n Jack......did anyone see......I mean what was I......did we...."
Elizabeth-and even Will by now-was staring at her in utter confusion.
"Did I......with Jack.....was I.....WHAT WAS I DOING IN BED WITH JACK SPARROW????" Storm yelled at last, shaking with pent up emotion.
"Huh? Ooooh." Will said sheepishly, in sudden comprehension. "I'm sorry, Storm, but last night I found you well....." he trailed off, no doubt trying to find a polite way of saying whatever he wanted to say.
"Found me what?"
"Ummm, unconscious.....both of you. I couldn't just leave you there, so I carried you and Jack to your room but we only have one extra bed, and you said you were married.....I didn't think it would be a problem....."
Storm stared blankly at the hapless blacksmith for several minutes. After some very awkward time, she began to chuckle. She shook her head and glanced up at the ceiling, "Didn't think it would be a problem....." Quietly she walked up to Will and rested an arm on his shoulder,
"Ye know Will," she said lazily, looking at her fingernails, "I'm sure yer a very nice boy and I'm sure that years from this day I shall look back on this morning and laugh til me ears turn blue......but," she flashed him a pointed look and her lighthearted tone turned soft and dangerous, "at the moment yer a /very/ /very/ lucky man that I don't 'ave a pistol in me hands."
With that unnerving comment she stalked out of the room, stopping only to kick Jack as he wandered, swaying slightly, into the kitchen. There was still a bright-red handprint on each cheek where Storm had struck him.
"Umm that's quite the wife you have there Jack," Elizabeth ventured, "I'm sure she keeps life from becoming too.....ordinary."
Jack rolled his eyes, "Ye've no idea."
*
Through some miracle The Black Pearl managed to re-embark with only minimum confusion and bloodshed (Gibbs dropped a barrel on his foot, and one of the pirates' nose started bleeding after he got punched in the face by Anamaria, who gave no reason besides he was a wanker. Jack decided to leave it at that).
Will and Elizabeth bid their guests good-bye with a mixture of sadness and relief. Storm, all-smiles again now that her hangover had worn off, gave each of them a hug and a hearty clap on the back. Slightly off-guard, the couple tentatively returned the embrace. Jack, once again drunk, joined in but was carried onto the ship moments later when he fell asleep on his feet.
Finn and Sam, who had just returned from cheering on Anamaria during the short-lived fist-fight, were surprised to be stopped by Will and Elizabeth's daughter Anna.
The little girl, dressed in what seemed to be about ninety layers of pink, ribbons and lace was holding out one of her dolls solemnly.
"I want you to have it," she said seriously, "so you can play princess on your big boat."
Finn was about to make some sort of retort to this statement when Sam subtly kicked her shin. "Thank you," said Sam kindly, taking the doll gingerly in one hand and flashing a wide smile, "that's very sweet of you."
Anna nodded and ran off to her mother's side.
Sam's sister looked at her in disbelief, "You actually want that, that.....thing?" Finn cried.
Sam shrugged, "a gift's a gift," she said looking at the doll, "Besides, it's well-made, we can always sell it."
Finn relaxed and sighed in relief, "now yer makin' sense. You scared me for a second."
Her twin rolled her eyes.
**
The next week passed uneventfully, as did the next. The crew adjusted rapidly to having two constantly feuding captains. And really over time, Storm and Jack didn't fight quite so often. They even challenged each other to a few more drinking contests. Storm won two times out of three. Every time.
It was midday when Storm was standing on deck, watching her daughters' antics. Jack was giving them a fighting lesson but it seemed that the two girls were as, if not more, advanced than he was. Finn and Sam were fond of fighting using a sword and dagger and attack at the same time. It was all Jack could do to keep his blade from getting entangled and fend off their various attacks.
At one point Finn surreptitiously slipped her foot behind her father's ankle. Sam, catching a silent signal from her sister, doubled her efforts, succeeding in pushing Jack backwards. With a thud, the pirate captain fell to deck, just as his daughters jumped on his chest and legs, pinning him to the boards.
Their mother chuckled and waved to the cheering Finn and Sam.
She was just about to join the trio and give Jack a good mocking when she heard a loud excited cry from the crow's nest.
"Land ho!"
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A/N: Once again I apologize for this seriously late chapter and I wish it could be longer but I'm just trying to get back into the story. However if you give me lots of reviews then the next chappie will be really long! Really.....would I lie to you? *shifty eyes*
Also I'm just a wee bit disappointed in some of you. A month people! A month and I only got 4 reviews. That is pathetic *sulks*. That's why I updated my angst fic before this one :P. *sighs* oh well, I still feel guilty about not updating so you get this chapter.
I'm now going to thank my reviewers, few as they may be :P.
Anaknusan: Hey there :D! I'm glad you like this story so much! It makes me feel proudness inside. So ye've accepted me proposal, eh? Excellent! I mean, Huzzah! Say I'm curious, where does your name come from?? Just wondering......anyway, keep the reviews coming! It's always a pleasure hearing from you.
Random Character: I'll drunk your fox! *Shakes fist manacingly*. Lmao! Ah we are sooooooo stupid. You and the stupid dodger! I swear you're on crack *shakes head*. I can't believe how short this review was, (compared to your other ones) do I mean that little to you? *Sobs uncontrollably*. Well, I'll forgive you if your next review is long :P. ttyl.
Dreamgirl21147: That was......short. Ah well, at least you bothered, so here's some more for you.
Jen/Draca: Damn straight she's liberated! God that was a fun weekend! *grins* Now you see it, now you don't etc. (for people who aren't Jen, don't even bother to try to understand what I'm talking about). Tobias and Delilah go to Egypt!!! Roflmao!!! Anyway, here's another chappie. Enjoy!
Dragonflygirl804: Yay! *Huggles* A new reviewer! Thanx for the encouragement! You saw the bed thing coming, eh? Well you're in for a bit of a surprise in this chapter. Keep up the reviews. Thanx a bunch.
Disclaimer: Yadda yadda yadda, you know what goes here, just use your imagination. ~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!~!
Storm uttered a stream of violent-and creative-curses, some aimed at Jack, some at rum and some at the world in general. It really didn't matter.
Jack clicked his tongue in disapproval, "Now, now Storm, that's hardly pleasant pillow talk."
The female captain shot him a glare that would have turned him to stone if Jack had been at all self-conscious. Instead the pirate just leaned back and smiled smugly.
Storm groaned and rubbed her temples-her head was pounding....and she was in bed with a man she'd been wanting to kill for the past twelve years. Storm was beginning to think that perhaps having a drinking contest with Jack Sparrow wasn't the smartest idea she's ever had.
"Bloody-thrice-damned-son-of-a-bilge-rat!"
"That's not very nice."
"Oh do shut up, Sparrow." Storm snapped angrily.
Jack smiled indulgingly and settled back against the pillows, his hands behind his head. He was the absolute picture of relaxation.
"Knew I'd get ye in bed again."
SMACK
Seconds later Jack was rubbing his stinging cheek and wincing from the pain. For once, Storm had forgotten that she was a punching woman not a slapping woman.....well not entirely.
The punch followed soon after.....followed by another slap.....on the other cheek.
The female pirate bolted down the stairs at top speed, desperately trying to ignore the waves of nausea induced by her hangover.
As she burst into the kitchen Will and Elizabeth glanced up in surprise though Will looked away a split-second later, blushing a deep crimson to his ears. Storm's eyes flicked down and immediately understood his embarrassment (and she would have been amused if she hadn't been furious). She was clad only in a thin chemise which, in all honesty, didn't leave much to the imagination. Little wonder little proper eunuch boy couldn't look at her. However that wasn't the present issue.
With a shaky breath Storm began jabbering at the couple, "Last night.....me 'n Jack......did anyone see......I mean what was I......did we...."
Elizabeth-and even Will by now-was staring at her in utter confusion.
"Did I......with Jack.....was I.....WHAT WAS I DOING IN BED WITH JACK SPARROW????" Storm yelled at last, shaking with pent up emotion.
"Huh? Ooooh." Will said sheepishly, in sudden comprehension. "I'm sorry, Storm, but last night I found you well....." he trailed off, no doubt trying to find a polite way of saying whatever he wanted to say.
"Found me what?"
"Ummm, unconscious.....both of you. I couldn't just leave you there, so I carried you and Jack to your room but we only have one extra bed, and you said you were married.....I didn't think it would be a problem....."
Storm stared blankly at the hapless blacksmith for several minutes. After some very awkward time, she began to chuckle. She shook her head and glanced up at the ceiling, "Didn't think it would be a problem....." Quietly she walked up to Will and rested an arm on his shoulder,
"Ye know Will," she said lazily, looking at her fingernails, "I'm sure yer a very nice boy and I'm sure that years from this day I shall look back on this morning and laugh til me ears turn blue......but," she flashed him a pointed look and her lighthearted tone turned soft and dangerous, "at the moment yer a /very/ /very/ lucky man that I don't 'ave a pistol in me hands."
With that unnerving comment she stalked out of the room, stopping only to kick Jack as he wandered, swaying slightly, into the kitchen. There was still a bright-red handprint on each cheek where Storm had struck him.
"Umm that's quite the wife you have there Jack," Elizabeth ventured, "I'm sure she keeps life from becoming too.....ordinary."
Jack rolled his eyes, "Ye've no idea."
*
Through some miracle The Black Pearl managed to re-embark with only minimum confusion and bloodshed (Gibbs dropped a barrel on his foot, and one of the pirates' nose started bleeding after he got punched in the face by Anamaria, who gave no reason besides he was a wanker. Jack decided to leave it at that).
Will and Elizabeth bid their guests good-bye with a mixture of sadness and relief. Storm, all-smiles again now that her hangover had worn off, gave each of them a hug and a hearty clap on the back. Slightly off-guard, the couple tentatively returned the embrace. Jack, once again drunk, joined in but was carried onto the ship moments later when he fell asleep on his feet.
Finn and Sam, who had just returned from cheering on Anamaria during the short-lived fist-fight, were surprised to be stopped by Will and Elizabeth's daughter Anna.
The little girl, dressed in what seemed to be about ninety layers of pink, ribbons and lace was holding out one of her dolls solemnly.
"I want you to have it," she said seriously, "so you can play princess on your big boat."
Finn was about to make some sort of retort to this statement when Sam subtly kicked her shin. "Thank you," said Sam kindly, taking the doll gingerly in one hand and flashing a wide smile, "that's very sweet of you."
Anna nodded and ran off to her mother's side.
Sam's sister looked at her in disbelief, "You actually want that, that.....thing?" Finn cried.
Sam shrugged, "a gift's a gift," she said looking at the doll, "Besides, it's well-made, we can always sell it."
Finn relaxed and sighed in relief, "now yer makin' sense. You scared me for a second."
Her twin rolled her eyes.
**
The next week passed uneventfully, as did the next. The crew adjusted rapidly to having two constantly feuding captains. And really over time, Storm and Jack didn't fight quite so often. They even challenged each other to a few more drinking contests. Storm won two times out of three. Every time.
It was midday when Storm was standing on deck, watching her daughters' antics. Jack was giving them a fighting lesson but it seemed that the two girls were as, if not more, advanced than he was. Finn and Sam were fond of fighting using a sword and dagger and attack at the same time. It was all Jack could do to keep his blade from getting entangled and fend off their various attacks.
At one point Finn surreptitiously slipped her foot behind her father's ankle. Sam, catching a silent signal from her sister, doubled her efforts, succeeding in pushing Jack backwards. With a thud, the pirate captain fell to deck, just as his daughters jumped on his chest and legs, pinning him to the boards.
Their mother chuckled and waved to the cheering Finn and Sam.
She was just about to join the trio and give Jack a good mocking when she heard a loud excited cry from the crow's nest.
"Land ho!"
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A/N: Once again I apologize for this seriously late chapter and I wish it could be longer but I'm just trying to get back into the story. However if you give me lots of reviews then the next chappie will be really long! Really.....would I lie to you? *shifty eyes*
