Recursed by the Black Pearl
* Note * Rating change!!
It was a crystal clear day with enough of a breeze so that the white canvas puffed out and was pulled along by the ocean wind. Jack Sparrow -correction, Captain Jack Sparrow- gripped the smooth wood with rough hands calloused from a career as a pirate. His booted feet rested comfortable on a narrow, round beam, on the tallest mast of his ship. Jack smirked, yes, his ship, the Black Pearl.
It had been a hell of a fight to get it back from his traitor of a first mate, but in the end, it was well worth it. Not to mention he collected a trustworthy crew along the way. His set of liquid brown eyes slid from the blue expanse of sea, down to the wooden deck of the ship, where the crew wandered around, looking the sizes of dolls. There was Anamaria at the wheel, probably pretending to be Captain again. And Duncan being chased by the pestering blue macaw, it was squawking about something, but from Jack's vantage point, he had no idea what. Nor did he have any wish to know what it was muttering.
He spotted Gibbs directly below him, tiny arms flailing around in a desperate attempt to capture the captain's attention. Jack gave a nod and slight wave of his hand to signal that Gibbs had completed his goal, and Jack would be down shortly. "Or longly," Jack muttered, glancing around the mast. It was always easier getting up rather than down. He could feel Anamaria's piercing eyes boring into his back, could imagine the small smirk playing on her face as she watched him helplessly pace about wondering how to get down.
The pirate clenched his jaw in determination, leaning out with his fingers stretching for the fabric of the sales. His boots began to lose their precarious grip, so with a last desperate attempt, Jack leaped. One hand tightened around the cloth, the other quickly joining, and for several moments he just hung there, gripping the sails.
Jack Sparrow tried not to scream to loudly as he fell. He had felt one of his infamous spasms starting when his grip loosened enough that gravity took effect so that he began to fall. It was almost like a slide falling down the curve of the sails, hands reaching for anything to slow the descend, legs kicking pointlessly, voice going into overdrive. He hit the bottom wooden pole of the sail and flew through the air, landing unceremoniously in a crumpled pile on the deck.
"Cap'n! Cap'n!"
Jack groaned, unable to decide if the voice was Gibbs or the damn parrot. "Jack, are you alright?" That was definitely Gibbs. Hands gripped under his arms, hauling him up into a painful sitting position. The captain slowly pried his eyes open, squinting up at the crowd around him. "Dun. . . Duncha have work to do?" He slurred out, glaring at the crew. They group exchanged uncertain glances before Gibbs began to shout, "You heard 'im! Get ter work!"
The crowd grudgingly dispersed until only Gibbs and Anamaria kneeled beside him. Jack let his head drop to the side so he looked crookedly at the woman. As predicted, the smirk was placed on her face, but was that worry he saw in his eyes? He was about to ask her this when Gibbs once more began to demand to know if he was all right.
"Yes, I'm bloody alright!" Jack snapped, forcing himself to his knees. The world spun like a compass, before slowly coming back into focus. Anamaria gripped his elbow as support, Gibbs taking his shoulder. Jack pulled away from them both with a few staggering steps, leaning against the railing on the stairs, "You were wavin' to me, Gibbs?"
"Yes, Cap'n. I was just wondering if we wanted to dock at Chapbook port, we're near it."
"I know where we are! Will you please stop spinning, Gibbs? You bloody git." Jack grabbed his reeling head, shook it a few times before things went back to focus. He processed his first mate's words before nodding, "Yes. Let's stop there, get some supplies. I'm sure we're running low on things." Jack made a mental note to replenish his diminishing rum supply.
Jack sighed, wandering to the edge of the boat, glancing at the calm waters below. "Suppose I should freshen up a bit," he said, beginning to slide the jacket off his shoulders. He dumped it to the ground, as well as his hat, sword, gun with no bullets and boots. "Uh, captain?" Gibbs asked, darting a glance over to Anamaria who had one eyebrow raised at Jack as he began to unbutton his shit. "Huh?" Jack looked up, followed Gibbs gaze and chuckled.
The shirt soon joined the rest of the pile as Jack spoke, "It's not like she hasn't seen it already." He shot the girl a grin, received a glare in return, and laughed again, "Better this time, eh, Ana?" Anamaria pursed her lips, marching over to her captain and said in a low voice, "Sparrow, you've nothing to brag about." She slugged him in the jaw, watching him trip over the railing over in his blumaroos, yelling once again.
Gibbs leaned over the railing as far as he dared, watching Jack splash into the water, before straightening to look at the woman beside him. She smiled smugly, wiping her hands, and tossing the captain's pants over the railing after its owner. Far below, Jack's voice traveled up, "Yo ho ho it's cold- aye are those my pants?"
A.N: Review, reviews, reviews! Thank you all so very much, I can't express how much it all means to me. I'd like to answer you all individually, but I'm so sorry, I just don't have the time. My grandma just broke her hip (again) and I need to go visit her. In fact, this was written in about fifteen minutes. Whew, my fingers hurt! Anyway, I've discussed the holes in the plotline deal, and we've got it nearly all sorted out. ^-^
Oh, and this chapter was designed for Johnny Depp fans, did you notice? Lol! Thank you all again for the reviews!
* Note * Rating change!!
It was a crystal clear day with enough of a breeze so that the white canvas puffed out and was pulled along by the ocean wind. Jack Sparrow -correction, Captain Jack Sparrow- gripped the smooth wood with rough hands calloused from a career as a pirate. His booted feet rested comfortable on a narrow, round beam, on the tallest mast of his ship. Jack smirked, yes, his ship, the Black Pearl.
It had been a hell of a fight to get it back from his traitor of a first mate, but in the end, it was well worth it. Not to mention he collected a trustworthy crew along the way. His set of liquid brown eyes slid from the blue expanse of sea, down to the wooden deck of the ship, where the crew wandered around, looking the sizes of dolls. There was Anamaria at the wheel, probably pretending to be Captain again. And Duncan being chased by the pestering blue macaw, it was squawking about something, but from Jack's vantage point, he had no idea what. Nor did he have any wish to know what it was muttering.
He spotted Gibbs directly below him, tiny arms flailing around in a desperate attempt to capture the captain's attention. Jack gave a nod and slight wave of his hand to signal that Gibbs had completed his goal, and Jack would be down shortly. "Or longly," Jack muttered, glancing around the mast. It was always easier getting up rather than down. He could feel Anamaria's piercing eyes boring into his back, could imagine the small smirk playing on her face as she watched him helplessly pace about wondering how to get down.
The pirate clenched his jaw in determination, leaning out with his fingers stretching for the fabric of the sales. His boots began to lose their precarious grip, so with a last desperate attempt, Jack leaped. One hand tightened around the cloth, the other quickly joining, and for several moments he just hung there, gripping the sails.
Jack Sparrow tried not to scream to loudly as he fell. He had felt one of his infamous spasms starting when his grip loosened enough that gravity took effect so that he began to fall. It was almost like a slide falling down the curve of the sails, hands reaching for anything to slow the descend, legs kicking pointlessly, voice going into overdrive. He hit the bottom wooden pole of the sail and flew through the air, landing unceremoniously in a crumpled pile on the deck.
"Cap'n! Cap'n!"
Jack groaned, unable to decide if the voice was Gibbs or the damn parrot. "Jack, are you alright?" That was definitely Gibbs. Hands gripped under his arms, hauling him up into a painful sitting position. The captain slowly pried his eyes open, squinting up at the crowd around him. "Dun. . . Duncha have work to do?" He slurred out, glaring at the crew. They group exchanged uncertain glances before Gibbs began to shout, "You heard 'im! Get ter work!"
The crowd grudgingly dispersed until only Gibbs and Anamaria kneeled beside him. Jack let his head drop to the side so he looked crookedly at the woman. As predicted, the smirk was placed on her face, but was that worry he saw in his eyes? He was about to ask her this when Gibbs once more began to demand to know if he was all right.
"Yes, I'm bloody alright!" Jack snapped, forcing himself to his knees. The world spun like a compass, before slowly coming back into focus. Anamaria gripped his elbow as support, Gibbs taking his shoulder. Jack pulled away from them both with a few staggering steps, leaning against the railing on the stairs, "You were wavin' to me, Gibbs?"
"Yes, Cap'n. I was just wondering if we wanted to dock at Chapbook port, we're near it."
"I know where we are! Will you please stop spinning, Gibbs? You bloody git." Jack grabbed his reeling head, shook it a few times before things went back to focus. He processed his first mate's words before nodding, "Yes. Let's stop there, get some supplies. I'm sure we're running low on things." Jack made a mental note to replenish his diminishing rum supply.
Jack sighed, wandering to the edge of the boat, glancing at the calm waters below. "Suppose I should freshen up a bit," he said, beginning to slide the jacket off his shoulders. He dumped it to the ground, as well as his hat, sword, gun with no bullets and boots. "Uh, captain?" Gibbs asked, darting a glance over to Anamaria who had one eyebrow raised at Jack as he began to unbutton his shit. "Huh?" Jack looked up, followed Gibbs gaze and chuckled.
The shirt soon joined the rest of the pile as Jack spoke, "It's not like she hasn't seen it already." He shot the girl a grin, received a glare in return, and laughed again, "Better this time, eh, Ana?" Anamaria pursed her lips, marching over to her captain and said in a low voice, "Sparrow, you've nothing to brag about." She slugged him in the jaw, watching him trip over the railing over in his blumaroos, yelling once again.
Gibbs leaned over the railing as far as he dared, watching Jack splash into the water, before straightening to look at the woman beside him. She smiled smugly, wiping her hands, and tossing the captain's pants over the railing after its owner. Far below, Jack's voice traveled up, "Yo ho ho it's cold- aye are those my pants?"
A.N: Review, reviews, reviews! Thank you all so very much, I can't express how much it all means to me. I'd like to answer you all individually, but I'm so sorry, I just don't have the time. My grandma just broke her hip (again) and I need to go visit her. In fact, this was written in about fifteen minutes. Whew, my fingers hurt! Anyway, I've discussed the holes in the plotline deal, and we've got it nearly all sorted out. ^-^
Oh, and this chapter was designed for Johnny Depp fans, did you notice? Lol! Thank you all again for the reviews!