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Luckysparrow, - -lover-08, and dirty joke. You guys are the
best! Thanks for the great reviews! Here's your next chapter dirty joke;
you don't have to hold your breath anymore! In answer to a question that I
was asked by Luckysparrow, Cotton's parrot and your parrot will get along
great, good friends they do be already...Quicksilver and Mr. Cotton's parrot.
Yours,
Merlana~ Disclaimer: Merlana's disclaimer signing on.....now! The Pirates characters don't belong to Merlana, she's just borrowing them for the sake of literature. The rights to the characters belong to Disney, and probably Jerry Bruckheimer. It's sad though, cause she really likes Jack..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2: My Kind o' Woman
As soon as your feet touch the deck outside of your cabin, a roar erupts from your crew. They are all gathered facing the door to your cabin. Ana hurries to your side.
"Every man and woman on this ship is willin' to sail under your colors, cap'n." She says. Her eyes flash and a small smile crosses her lips. "There do be one or two who will not, bu' that can be fixed." She fingers her sword lovingly and glares at the two crewmen who won't sail under a pirates colors.
"Thank ya Ana, but I'd like to deal with them traitors meself." You say, thinking of how nicely the earring on the man to the left would go with what you're wearing. "Do you two be traitors to me or to my colors?" You ask them.
"We do not be traitors!" Says Pick, a short man with shifty eyes and wearing a dirty pair of breeches. He crosses his arms over his bare chest. "We do be honest men!" He shouts, and Vicker, the other crewman, nods his head in agreement. You should have known that Pick would try something like this, but not Vicker, he always seemed to know which way was up. You shrug and Quicksilver lands on your shoulder again.
"Ack! Dead men tell no tales! Ack!" He mutters, and the implications of that statement are shown in the faces of your two former mates. Quicksilver goes right on preening his feathers as if nothing had been said.
"You may be honest men, but you do be about to become gov'nors of that island!" You say, and your voice rings across your ship. Ana smiles approvingly and the crew mutters appreciatively.
"But cap'n, we was jus', we only wanted-"
"What?" You cut Vicker off with the coldest glare you can muster, it's hard because you've got to keep from laughing at the sight of these hardened men, weak- kneed and scared of their female captain. "What is you be wantin'?" You growl.
"Nothin' cap'n, nothin' at all." Pick says.
"I've no use for traitors!" You say. "Where be Raycraft?" You ask, turning back to the crew.
"Here cap'n!" Says the tall, black man as he leaps up the stairs to meet you.
"See that these two scabberous pigs become proper gov'nors of that island o'er there." You say pointing at a small spit of land off the port bow. As you turn to face the rest of the crew, you notice how many of them are grinning. Raycraft leads the two men to the plank. "Wait a moment!" You say. Raycraft turns and looks at you. "I want Vicker's earrings." You say. Vicker hurriedly removes them and places them in your outstretched hand.
"Ack! Silver and gold! Ack!" Quicksilver intones.
Katey laughs, her silvery voice soon joined by the rest of the crew. Vicker and Pick hang their heads. Raycraft grins and pushes them both out onto the plank, then throws one pistol over the side. Both men jump into the sea and a cheer erupts from your crew.
"Back ta work, ya mangy dogs!" You bellow, and the crew scurries off to attend to the ship's duties. "Ana!" You call, "my cabin, now!" She follows you inside.
As soon as you are both through the door she begins to laugh.
"God Almighty! Vicker and Pick looked 'bout ready to wet themselves!" Ana laughs.
"Yeah they did, didn't they?" You ask. Quicksilver takes off from your shoulder and settles on his perch.
"Damn fool bird." Ana mutters, when Quicksilver narrowly misses her head.
"Ana? Will ye help me find somethin' t'wear?" You ask, throwing open your wardrobe. "I've a date and nothin' t'wear." You begin pulling clothes out of your wardrobe.
"Well, I s'pose. Can't say how much help I'll be though." Ana says smiling. *~* 2 Hours Later *~*
"That be the one m'dear." Ana says as she does up the last button on your dress. It's black, floor length and cut in a deep v neckline. The whole dress is shot through with silver thread and edged in silver lace. Around your waist goes a chain of silver coins and a delicate belt knife. Ana hands you a pair of soft leather boots. Again, black and embroidered with silver thread. The boots reach to the tops of your calves and lace up the front, you slip them on your legs. You then place a knife in each boot. You put the drawing in your bodice. Ana goes out to see where you are.
"Quicksilver? Be honest now, how do I look?" The parrot looks up at the sound of his name, then goes right back to sleep. "That good, huh?" You place a silver bracelet on your right arm and a bracelet set with onyx stones on the other. On your fingers go a ring with an ancient looking symbol on it and another with a black opal set in it. Around your neck goes a string of black pearls.
You pull a small mirror out of your desk drawer and also a kohl stick and a stick of rouge. You outline your eyes with kohl and rouge your lips. You decide to leave your hair down, but braid some it into braids smaller than your pinky finger. Looking at yourself in the mirror, satisfied, you put your tri-cornered hat on your head and stand up.
Ana comes in to your cabin as if on cue and she smiles as she takes you in.
"Wow!" She exclaims. "You look like what I would imagine the woman Jack named his ship - The Black Pearl - after."
"Thanks, I think." You say, smiling shyly at Ana.
"We be comin' up on Tilly Island now, cap'n." Ana says. She hands you a pair of earrings, dangly things with opals on the ends of them. You take them and put them in your ears.
"Perfect. These be yours Ana?" You ask. Ana nods. "Thank ye verra much."
"No worries, you just have fun tonigh', savvy?" Ana says.
"Land Ho!" Comes the cry from the crow's nest.
"Drop anchor and take in the sails!" You say striding on deck. The crew, being mostly men, stares at you. "I said, drop anchor and take in the sails! Whatcha lookin' at? Get back to yer duties ya lecherous fleas!" You yell. "Raycraft, Ana, Jims and Katey! You're with me!"
The four crewmen you trust implicitly gather and follow you to one of the boats. They lower it to the water and you all get in. Raycraft and Jims take the paddles and begins paddling towards Tortuga.
Putting into dock at the pier you stride toward the Faithful Bride. It's probably the most respectable inn in the whole city and it's still full of drunks and whores. Ana, Katey, Raycraft and Jims follow you inside. Your eyes find Jack Sparrow immediately. Ana smiles and Katey looks like she's just seen heaven walking. Jims and Raycraft just shake their heads.
"Good luck to ye cap'n." Jims says, his eyes are straying more often to your bodice than usual. You glare at him and he looks properly surprised, he shrugs then he, Ana, Katey and Raycraft head over to the bar.
You make your way slowly through the throng of people gathered here and receive to many lecherous looks to count. One man is even so bold as to run his hand down your arm as you pass. A short, sharp, slap to the face solves that problem.
"Here, luv. Come an' sit with me." Says a voice, slightly slurred and the breath reeking of rum.
"Captain Sparrow?" You turn and see him up close for the second time. His hair is in assorted dreads and braids and held off his face by a red silk sash of sorts. He has a black gun belt on and his sword hangs from his hip. His billowing white shirt is unlaced halfway down and can see his finely muscled and tanned chest. His brown eyes take you in. You could swear they can see right into your soul. He grins lopsidedly and offers you his arm.
"Here luv, 'ave a seat with Jack now." He says, pulling out a chair for you. "What's yer name luv?"
"Captain (your name), of the Tiny Dancer." You say. Jack seems to come out of his drunken stupor when he hears your name.
"The Tiny Dancer, eh?" Jack asks. He leans in close. "I've a proposition to make you."
"Yeah? What you be wantin'?" You ask. Relaxing in Jacks presence.
"How'd you like to turn pirate and sail with me?" Jack asks. He places a hand on you arm and looks you right in the eye. "Well? What'll it be?"
"Captain, that is a most interesting proposition. Let's 'ave some rum and talk it o'er." You raise your voice to be heard over the din. "Aimee! 2 rums!"
Jack laughs quietly to himself. "You're my kind o' woman, luv. My kind o' woman." You and him laugh together and you suddenly remember the drawing.
"Jack?" He nods, you continue. "I have something for you." Jack looks up. He is interested.
"What's that luv?" Jack asks, leaning in close to you again. You reach into your bodice and pull out the rolled piece of paper with your drawing on it. His eyes widen as you pull it out.
"Here." You say, handing it to him. He slowly unrolls the paper and looks at it quietly.
"Did you draw this?" Jack asks. You nod. He whistles through his teeth. "Wow. But, you know, I think there's somethin' missin'."
"What's that?" You ask, scooting your chair over around the side of the table.
"No rum." Jack says laughing. You sigh annoyed, you should have guessed, Jack and his rum. "But it 'tis really good. I'm impressed, I thought Anamaria could draw, but this beats all. Are ye sure ye mean for me to have it?" He asks, looking you in the eye again. You lean in close, and whisper to him.
"O' course Jack. O' course." He eyes you strangely, than puts the paper down on the table. He reaches up and brushes his face with his fingers. You look down at his lips and notice that he's looking at yours. You look him in the eye again and he brings your face down to his. His lips touch yours and then he takes them away quickly. You bring his face back to yours and kiss him again. This time he doesn't take his lips away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I was in a romantic mood. I know that kissing in a bar isn't the same as kissing on a beach or at sunrise, but I thought that since Jack's favorite hangout is the Faithful Bride, he could kiss you for the first time there. Lots of kissing in a bar filled with whores.... Next chapter will hopefully be up soon. I have received lots of good feedback, but more is always nice. So, read and review and you may get virtual cookies! To all the people who have already reviewed me, have a cookie!
Yours,
Merlana~
Yours,
Merlana~ Disclaimer: Merlana's disclaimer signing on.....now! The Pirates characters don't belong to Merlana, she's just borrowing them for the sake of literature. The rights to the characters belong to Disney, and probably Jerry Bruckheimer. It's sad though, cause she really likes Jack..... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2: My Kind o' Woman
As soon as your feet touch the deck outside of your cabin, a roar erupts from your crew. They are all gathered facing the door to your cabin. Ana hurries to your side.
"Every man and woman on this ship is willin' to sail under your colors, cap'n." She says. Her eyes flash and a small smile crosses her lips. "There do be one or two who will not, bu' that can be fixed." She fingers her sword lovingly and glares at the two crewmen who won't sail under a pirates colors.
"Thank ya Ana, but I'd like to deal with them traitors meself." You say, thinking of how nicely the earring on the man to the left would go with what you're wearing. "Do you two be traitors to me or to my colors?" You ask them.
"We do not be traitors!" Says Pick, a short man with shifty eyes and wearing a dirty pair of breeches. He crosses his arms over his bare chest. "We do be honest men!" He shouts, and Vicker, the other crewman, nods his head in agreement. You should have known that Pick would try something like this, but not Vicker, he always seemed to know which way was up. You shrug and Quicksilver lands on your shoulder again.
"Ack! Dead men tell no tales! Ack!" He mutters, and the implications of that statement are shown in the faces of your two former mates. Quicksilver goes right on preening his feathers as if nothing had been said.
"You may be honest men, but you do be about to become gov'nors of that island!" You say, and your voice rings across your ship. Ana smiles approvingly and the crew mutters appreciatively.
"But cap'n, we was jus', we only wanted-"
"What?" You cut Vicker off with the coldest glare you can muster, it's hard because you've got to keep from laughing at the sight of these hardened men, weak- kneed and scared of their female captain. "What is you be wantin'?" You growl.
"Nothin' cap'n, nothin' at all." Pick says.
"I've no use for traitors!" You say. "Where be Raycraft?" You ask, turning back to the crew.
"Here cap'n!" Says the tall, black man as he leaps up the stairs to meet you.
"See that these two scabberous pigs become proper gov'nors of that island o'er there." You say pointing at a small spit of land off the port bow. As you turn to face the rest of the crew, you notice how many of them are grinning. Raycraft leads the two men to the plank. "Wait a moment!" You say. Raycraft turns and looks at you. "I want Vicker's earrings." You say. Vicker hurriedly removes them and places them in your outstretched hand.
"Ack! Silver and gold! Ack!" Quicksilver intones.
Katey laughs, her silvery voice soon joined by the rest of the crew. Vicker and Pick hang their heads. Raycraft grins and pushes them both out onto the plank, then throws one pistol over the side. Both men jump into the sea and a cheer erupts from your crew.
"Back ta work, ya mangy dogs!" You bellow, and the crew scurries off to attend to the ship's duties. "Ana!" You call, "my cabin, now!" She follows you inside.
As soon as you are both through the door she begins to laugh.
"God Almighty! Vicker and Pick looked 'bout ready to wet themselves!" Ana laughs.
"Yeah they did, didn't they?" You ask. Quicksilver takes off from your shoulder and settles on his perch.
"Damn fool bird." Ana mutters, when Quicksilver narrowly misses her head.
"Ana? Will ye help me find somethin' t'wear?" You ask, throwing open your wardrobe. "I've a date and nothin' t'wear." You begin pulling clothes out of your wardrobe.
"Well, I s'pose. Can't say how much help I'll be though." Ana says smiling. *~* 2 Hours Later *~*
"That be the one m'dear." Ana says as she does up the last button on your dress. It's black, floor length and cut in a deep v neckline. The whole dress is shot through with silver thread and edged in silver lace. Around your waist goes a chain of silver coins and a delicate belt knife. Ana hands you a pair of soft leather boots. Again, black and embroidered with silver thread. The boots reach to the tops of your calves and lace up the front, you slip them on your legs. You then place a knife in each boot. You put the drawing in your bodice. Ana goes out to see where you are.
"Quicksilver? Be honest now, how do I look?" The parrot looks up at the sound of his name, then goes right back to sleep. "That good, huh?" You place a silver bracelet on your right arm and a bracelet set with onyx stones on the other. On your fingers go a ring with an ancient looking symbol on it and another with a black opal set in it. Around your neck goes a string of black pearls.
You pull a small mirror out of your desk drawer and also a kohl stick and a stick of rouge. You outline your eyes with kohl and rouge your lips. You decide to leave your hair down, but braid some it into braids smaller than your pinky finger. Looking at yourself in the mirror, satisfied, you put your tri-cornered hat on your head and stand up.
Ana comes in to your cabin as if on cue and she smiles as she takes you in.
"Wow!" She exclaims. "You look like what I would imagine the woman Jack named his ship - The Black Pearl - after."
"Thanks, I think." You say, smiling shyly at Ana.
"We be comin' up on Tilly Island now, cap'n." Ana says. She hands you a pair of earrings, dangly things with opals on the ends of them. You take them and put them in your ears.
"Perfect. These be yours Ana?" You ask. Ana nods. "Thank ye verra much."
"No worries, you just have fun tonigh', savvy?" Ana says.
"Land Ho!" Comes the cry from the crow's nest.
"Drop anchor and take in the sails!" You say striding on deck. The crew, being mostly men, stares at you. "I said, drop anchor and take in the sails! Whatcha lookin' at? Get back to yer duties ya lecherous fleas!" You yell. "Raycraft, Ana, Jims and Katey! You're with me!"
The four crewmen you trust implicitly gather and follow you to one of the boats. They lower it to the water and you all get in. Raycraft and Jims take the paddles and begins paddling towards Tortuga.
Putting into dock at the pier you stride toward the Faithful Bride. It's probably the most respectable inn in the whole city and it's still full of drunks and whores. Ana, Katey, Raycraft and Jims follow you inside. Your eyes find Jack Sparrow immediately. Ana smiles and Katey looks like she's just seen heaven walking. Jims and Raycraft just shake their heads.
"Good luck to ye cap'n." Jims says, his eyes are straying more often to your bodice than usual. You glare at him and he looks properly surprised, he shrugs then he, Ana, Katey and Raycraft head over to the bar.
You make your way slowly through the throng of people gathered here and receive to many lecherous looks to count. One man is even so bold as to run his hand down your arm as you pass. A short, sharp, slap to the face solves that problem.
"Here, luv. Come an' sit with me." Says a voice, slightly slurred and the breath reeking of rum.
"Captain Sparrow?" You turn and see him up close for the second time. His hair is in assorted dreads and braids and held off his face by a red silk sash of sorts. He has a black gun belt on and his sword hangs from his hip. His billowing white shirt is unlaced halfway down and can see his finely muscled and tanned chest. His brown eyes take you in. You could swear they can see right into your soul. He grins lopsidedly and offers you his arm.
"Here luv, 'ave a seat with Jack now." He says, pulling out a chair for you. "What's yer name luv?"
"Captain (your name), of the Tiny Dancer." You say. Jack seems to come out of his drunken stupor when he hears your name.
"The Tiny Dancer, eh?" Jack asks. He leans in close. "I've a proposition to make you."
"Yeah? What you be wantin'?" You ask. Relaxing in Jacks presence.
"How'd you like to turn pirate and sail with me?" Jack asks. He places a hand on you arm and looks you right in the eye. "Well? What'll it be?"
"Captain, that is a most interesting proposition. Let's 'ave some rum and talk it o'er." You raise your voice to be heard over the din. "Aimee! 2 rums!"
Jack laughs quietly to himself. "You're my kind o' woman, luv. My kind o' woman." You and him laugh together and you suddenly remember the drawing.
"Jack?" He nods, you continue. "I have something for you." Jack looks up. He is interested.
"What's that luv?" Jack asks, leaning in close to you again. You reach into your bodice and pull out the rolled piece of paper with your drawing on it. His eyes widen as you pull it out.
"Here." You say, handing it to him. He slowly unrolls the paper and looks at it quietly.
"Did you draw this?" Jack asks. You nod. He whistles through his teeth. "Wow. But, you know, I think there's somethin' missin'."
"What's that?" You ask, scooting your chair over around the side of the table.
"No rum." Jack says laughing. You sigh annoyed, you should have guessed, Jack and his rum. "But it 'tis really good. I'm impressed, I thought Anamaria could draw, but this beats all. Are ye sure ye mean for me to have it?" He asks, looking you in the eye again. You lean in close, and whisper to him.
"O' course Jack. O' course." He eyes you strangely, than puts the paper down on the table. He reaches up and brushes his face with his fingers. You look down at his lips and notice that he's looking at yours. You look him in the eye again and he brings your face down to his. His lips touch yours and then he takes them away quickly. You bring his face back to yours and kiss him again. This time he doesn't take his lips away. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: I was in a romantic mood. I know that kissing in a bar isn't the same as kissing on a beach or at sunrise, but I thought that since Jack's favorite hangout is the Faithful Bride, he could kiss you for the first time there. Lots of kissing in a bar filled with whores.... Next chapter will hopefully be up soon. I have received lots of good feedback, but more is always nice. So, read and review and you may get virtual cookies! To all the people who have already reviewed me, have a cookie!
Yours,
Merlana~