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Chapter 3: Commodore Sparrow You pull away from Jack's lips, and upon opening your eyes, you notice Jack grinning stupidly at what he has just done. You also see Aimee standing off to one side holding two mugs of rum.
"Ah, milady! Now that was a kiss." Jack says, fingering his beard and adjusting his hat.
"Aimee!" You call; she blinks and slams the mugs of rum onto the table. She looks Jack right in the eye and slaps him square across the face. You stand outraged, but a firm grip on your arm cools your temper. You look down and see Jack looking up at you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"Wench! I would sugges' that ye be leavin' now. Me girl here, she don' like it when other women touch me." Jack smiles at Aimee and the stunned girl turns around quickly and stalks off. "Ow! No' verra nice, that wench." Jack mutters, rubbing his jaw. You can't help but grin as you sit down slowly.
"Ye said somethin' earlier abou' me turnin' pirate." You prompt. Jack leans back in his chair and looks at you questionably.
"Well? 'Ave ye got an answer yet, luv?" He asks, tipping his hat over his face mischievously.
"I'm already a bloody pirate!" You say, laughing at Jack's very obvious confusion. "Me crew an' I turned this mornin', on the way 'ere."
"Well, that makes me life so much easier." Jack says, comprehending. "What says ye t' sailin' under me colors?"
"I says aye!" You say. Jack raises his mug and you crash them together in a toast of sorts.
"Ye'll give me 'alf of your plunder." Jack says, his face in an expression that says that no is not an acceptable answer. You intend to give Jack no more than 25% of your plunder, and glare at him.
"I'll give ye 25% of me plunder!" You say, sliding your belt knife out of its sheath. Jack thinks for a moment, and nods his head. "Only cause it's you luv." You lay your knife on the table. Jack looks down at it and a expression crosses his face. He looks at you, and you nod. He slides his own knife out of its sheath and places it on the table in front of you.
"A blood oath?" Jack asks. You nod and pick up Jack's knife. He picks up yours and slices open his palm. Hissing at the pain he sets the knife down on the table. You feel so horribly guilty at Jack's pain. You pick up Jack's knife and slice open your palm, you gasp at the pain and Jack looks concernedly at you, his hand dripping blood on the wooden table.
You lift your hand up as Jack lifts his up and you place them together, palm to palm. An oath of such power, blood to blood, skin to skin, can never be broken. By swearing this oath, you have given your ship to Jack and Jack has made an unspoken promise to protect your ship and crew.
"Is that how it is t' be then luv?" Jack asks, wrapping his hand in a piece of scarf that another bar wench, not Aimee, has provided to the both of you. You wrap your hand as well.
"Yes Jack. That's how it is t' be." You say. "A blood oath t' seal the bargain between us."
"It do be Commodore Sparrow now, luv." Jack says, winking. He grins and takes your two hands in both of his. "Ye'll hafta change the name of yer ship. The Tiny Dancer is no name for a pirate ship. I be thinkin' somethin' along the line o' the Maiden's Sword."
"Aye, aye, Commodore." You say, standing up and smoothing your skirts. You readjust your hat on your head, and Jack suddenly grabs your hand. "What?"
"Your hair-why did ye do it up like that?" Jack asks, taking one of the small braids in your hair in his hands.
"It was in the spur o' the moment. I jus' thought that it looked nice, why?" You ask. Jack looks like he wants to tell you something and you also see a strange light behind his eyes. It's different from the mischief in his eyes while he was insulting the waitress; it was more like a deep sadness, one that he hadn't ever squared with.
"Nothin', jus' wonderin'." Jack says, grinning roguishly at you and offering you his arm. He picks up the drawing off the table. You glance at him, and he starts walking out of the Faithful Bride. You throw money on the table behind you. As soon as you are both outside, you take a deep breath of the salty sea air.
"I must be goin' back to me ship luv. We'll meet in the mornin' t' discuss the finer points of this accord." Jack says, and turns to swagger away down the dock towards the boat that will take him back to the Black Pearl. He gets halfway down the dock before he turns back and nearly trips as he runs back to you. "I meant t' ask ye sooner, would ye be willin' t' join me fer a glass o' rum and a bit o' food tomorrow, on me Pearl?" Jack asks you. "Do bring Ana, she's right interestin' company." He adds.
"Alright. I'll be on yer ship at sunset. Invite one of yer crewmembers, p'raps yer firs' mate? I've yet t' meet any o' them." You say. Jack nods and moves to steal a kiss. Dodging his lips you steal his hat. "I'll give ye this t'morrow, should ye be worth me time." You say, kissing him lightly on the nose. Jack is taken aback, no one, not anyone, touches his hat. And you've just managed to steal it right off his head. He splutters for a moment, and then shakes his head and glares at you.
"Yer in fer it now, missy. I swears on the wrath of Poseidon, I'll be havin' me hat back by tomorrow nigh'." Jack says. He makes a swipe at his hat and you step away quickly. He huffs and then stalks off down the dock.
"G'night Jack!" You call to his retreating back. He doesn't turn around, just raises a hand. Ana comes out from the bar, followed by a rather drunk Jims and a nearly sober Katey. Raycraft soon follows. "To the boats, ye drunken logs!" You say. Jims stumbles down the dock and nearly falls into the water as you step into your boat. Ana reaches out and catches him by the wrist.
"Idiot." You can hear her mutter quietly and Raycraft laughs. Katey casts off the ropes and Raycraft takes the paddles again. Jims sits in the bottom of the boat with a dazed expression on his face and Katey and Ana sit on the one bench. You stand in the prow of the boat, tall and proud.
"Did ye make an accord with Cap'n Sparrow?" Raycraft's deep booming voice asks.
"Yeah, we'll be sailin' under 'is colors." You say, and Ana nods. Katey looks at you. "An' I 'ave 'is hat." You say, holding up Jacks tri- cornered pirate hat. Ana looks at you with amazement on her face. She laughs right out loud.
"No one ever touches Jack's hat, how'd ye manage?" Ana asks.
"Under 'is colors? What do ye mean?" She asks at the same time as Ana.. Katey is only newly a sailor, let alone a pirate, so you forgive her ignorance.
"It means that we sail where Jack tells us to, and that 'is word is final. I'm 'is first mate, but I'm Cap'n of me own ship at the same time. We sail under 'is flag, which is the skull and crossbones." You say. Katey nods. "And Ana? Let's jus' say I have powers of persuasion." You say, winking.
"Did ye give 'im the drawing?" Ana asks. She winks at you and Raycraft looks up.
"What drawing?" He asks. "Ye mean the one that ye drew of Cap'n Jack?" He asks, and you sigh exasperatedly.
"O' course I gave 'im the drawing! Do ye think I'm a simpleton?" You say heatedly. "An' it's Commodore Sparrow now, get it righ'." You say.
"Aye Cap'n!" Your mates intone. You come up upon the ship and one of your crew sends down a rope. You climb up on deck and see that your crew is mostly abed, still not quite used to being pirates.
You send Jims and Katey off to their cabins and give Ana and Raycraft the watch. You head to your own cabin and slip inside quietly. You light one of the many candles in your cabin; it gives off just enough light to see by. You take off all of your jewels, except for the string of black pearls. You've decided that, no matter what, those pearls stay around your neck. Black Pearls for the heart of the Commodore of the Black Pearl. Closing your eyes you can still feel his lips on yours, and still feel the touch of his hands on your face. You shake your head. No sense in dreaming, it doesn't get ye anywhere. You say harshly to yourself. You place your hat on the table and climb into your bed. You close your eyes and fall asleep with visions of Jack behind your eyes and his name on your lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: January 13th, 2004 - Orlando Bloom turns 27! Happy Birthday luv! He's a big boy now, and hopefully will be able to get over his inability to call Elizabeth by her first name now. Does anyone know when Johnny Depp's birthday is? I'm hoping to find piano music for the soundtrack for POTC, but it would need to be free...does anyone know where to find that? Hope you all liked my newest chapter! Review, and everyone who does gets a cookie!
Yours,
Merlana~
Chapter 3: Commodore Sparrow You pull away from Jack's lips, and upon opening your eyes, you notice Jack grinning stupidly at what he has just done. You also see Aimee standing off to one side holding two mugs of rum.
"Ah, milady! Now that was a kiss." Jack says, fingering his beard and adjusting his hat.
"Aimee!" You call; she blinks and slams the mugs of rum onto the table. She looks Jack right in the eye and slaps him square across the face. You stand outraged, but a firm grip on your arm cools your temper. You look down and see Jack looking up at you, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes.
"Wench! I would sugges' that ye be leavin' now. Me girl here, she don' like it when other women touch me." Jack smiles at Aimee and the stunned girl turns around quickly and stalks off. "Ow! No' verra nice, that wench." Jack mutters, rubbing his jaw. You can't help but grin as you sit down slowly.
"Ye said somethin' earlier abou' me turnin' pirate." You prompt. Jack leans back in his chair and looks at you questionably.
"Well? 'Ave ye got an answer yet, luv?" He asks, tipping his hat over his face mischievously.
"I'm already a bloody pirate!" You say, laughing at Jack's very obvious confusion. "Me crew an' I turned this mornin', on the way 'ere."
"Well, that makes me life so much easier." Jack says, comprehending. "What says ye t' sailin' under me colors?"
"I says aye!" You say. Jack raises his mug and you crash them together in a toast of sorts.
"Ye'll give me 'alf of your plunder." Jack says, his face in an expression that says that no is not an acceptable answer. You intend to give Jack no more than 25% of your plunder, and glare at him.
"I'll give ye 25% of me plunder!" You say, sliding your belt knife out of its sheath. Jack thinks for a moment, and nods his head. "Only cause it's you luv." You lay your knife on the table. Jack looks down at it and a expression crosses his face. He looks at you, and you nod. He slides his own knife out of its sheath and places it on the table in front of you.
"A blood oath?" Jack asks. You nod and pick up Jack's knife. He picks up yours and slices open his palm. Hissing at the pain he sets the knife down on the table. You feel so horribly guilty at Jack's pain. You pick up Jack's knife and slice open your palm, you gasp at the pain and Jack looks concernedly at you, his hand dripping blood on the wooden table.
You lift your hand up as Jack lifts his up and you place them together, palm to palm. An oath of such power, blood to blood, skin to skin, can never be broken. By swearing this oath, you have given your ship to Jack and Jack has made an unspoken promise to protect your ship and crew.
"Is that how it is t' be then luv?" Jack asks, wrapping his hand in a piece of scarf that another bar wench, not Aimee, has provided to the both of you. You wrap your hand as well.
"Yes Jack. That's how it is t' be." You say. "A blood oath t' seal the bargain between us."
"It do be Commodore Sparrow now, luv." Jack says, winking. He grins and takes your two hands in both of his. "Ye'll hafta change the name of yer ship. The Tiny Dancer is no name for a pirate ship. I be thinkin' somethin' along the line o' the Maiden's Sword."
"Aye, aye, Commodore." You say, standing up and smoothing your skirts. You readjust your hat on your head, and Jack suddenly grabs your hand. "What?"
"Your hair-why did ye do it up like that?" Jack asks, taking one of the small braids in your hair in his hands.
"It was in the spur o' the moment. I jus' thought that it looked nice, why?" You ask. Jack looks like he wants to tell you something and you also see a strange light behind his eyes. It's different from the mischief in his eyes while he was insulting the waitress; it was more like a deep sadness, one that he hadn't ever squared with.
"Nothin', jus' wonderin'." Jack says, grinning roguishly at you and offering you his arm. He picks up the drawing off the table. You glance at him, and he starts walking out of the Faithful Bride. You throw money on the table behind you. As soon as you are both outside, you take a deep breath of the salty sea air.
"I must be goin' back to me ship luv. We'll meet in the mornin' t' discuss the finer points of this accord." Jack says, and turns to swagger away down the dock towards the boat that will take him back to the Black Pearl. He gets halfway down the dock before he turns back and nearly trips as he runs back to you. "I meant t' ask ye sooner, would ye be willin' t' join me fer a glass o' rum and a bit o' food tomorrow, on me Pearl?" Jack asks you. "Do bring Ana, she's right interestin' company." He adds.
"Alright. I'll be on yer ship at sunset. Invite one of yer crewmembers, p'raps yer firs' mate? I've yet t' meet any o' them." You say. Jack nods and moves to steal a kiss. Dodging his lips you steal his hat. "I'll give ye this t'morrow, should ye be worth me time." You say, kissing him lightly on the nose. Jack is taken aback, no one, not anyone, touches his hat. And you've just managed to steal it right off his head. He splutters for a moment, and then shakes his head and glares at you.
"Yer in fer it now, missy. I swears on the wrath of Poseidon, I'll be havin' me hat back by tomorrow nigh'." Jack says. He makes a swipe at his hat and you step away quickly. He huffs and then stalks off down the dock.
"G'night Jack!" You call to his retreating back. He doesn't turn around, just raises a hand. Ana comes out from the bar, followed by a rather drunk Jims and a nearly sober Katey. Raycraft soon follows. "To the boats, ye drunken logs!" You say. Jims stumbles down the dock and nearly falls into the water as you step into your boat. Ana reaches out and catches him by the wrist.
"Idiot." You can hear her mutter quietly and Raycraft laughs. Katey casts off the ropes and Raycraft takes the paddles again. Jims sits in the bottom of the boat with a dazed expression on his face and Katey and Ana sit on the one bench. You stand in the prow of the boat, tall and proud.
"Did ye make an accord with Cap'n Sparrow?" Raycraft's deep booming voice asks.
"Yeah, we'll be sailin' under 'is colors." You say, and Ana nods. Katey looks at you. "An' I 'ave 'is hat." You say, holding up Jacks tri- cornered pirate hat. Ana looks at you with amazement on her face. She laughs right out loud.
"No one ever touches Jack's hat, how'd ye manage?" Ana asks.
"Under 'is colors? What do ye mean?" She asks at the same time as Ana.. Katey is only newly a sailor, let alone a pirate, so you forgive her ignorance.
"It means that we sail where Jack tells us to, and that 'is word is final. I'm 'is first mate, but I'm Cap'n of me own ship at the same time. We sail under 'is flag, which is the skull and crossbones." You say. Katey nods. "And Ana? Let's jus' say I have powers of persuasion." You say, winking.
"Did ye give 'im the drawing?" Ana asks. She winks at you and Raycraft looks up.
"What drawing?" He asks. "Ye mean the one that ye drew of Cap'n Jack?" He asks, and you sigh exasperatedly.
"O' course I gave 'im the drawing! Do ye think I'm a simpleton?" You say heatedly. "An' it's Commodore Sparrow now, get it righ'." You say.
"Aye Cap'n!" Your mates intone. You come up upon the ship and one of your crew sends down a rope. You climb up on deck and see that your crew is mostly abed, still not quite used to being pirates.
You send Jims and Katey off to their cabins and give Ana and Raycraft the watch. You head to your own cabin and slip inside quietly. You light one of the many candles in your cabin; it gives off just enough light to see by. You take off all of your jewels, except for the string of black pearls. You've decided that, no matter what, those pearls stay around your neck. Black Pearls for the heart of the Commodore of the Black Pearl. Closing your eyes you can still feel his lips on yours, and still feel the touch of his hands on your face. You shake your head. No sense in dreaming, it doesn't get ye anywhere. You say harshly to yourself. You place your hat on the table and climb into your bed. You close your eyes and fall asleep with visions of Jack behind your eyes and his name on your lips. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: January 13th, 2004 - Orlando Bloom turns 27! Happy Birthday luv! He's a big boy now, and hopefully will be able to get over his inability to call Elizabeth by her first name now. Does anyone know when Johnny Depp's birthday is? I'm hoping to find piano music for the soundtrack for POTC, but it would need to be free...does anyone know where to find that? Hope you all liked my newest chapter! Review, and everyone who does gets a cookie!
Yours,
Merlana~