By Kitty =^.^=
A/N: YAY, we finally made it to Chapter 10!! glares at Brittany Ok, now you, yeah, yeah you: you're going to review now damn it!!! Yeah. I'm done. Ok, well I'm not going to babble on too much (frightening isn't it??). Just a few notes:
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*I'm updating the story I took over for the Silver Siren of Circe too (Sirena, I'm still angry about that...)
*I'm probably going to put my Laby fic on FFN soon
*I might be putting up my Amadeus one (yay, Tom Hulce!)
*I just watched The Italian Job yesterday, and now pictures of Seth Green are on my lappy's 'My Favourite Hacker Idols' background
*I'm SO sorry about this update coming late. My laptop got messed up so I couldn't upload the chapter. And (to make things worse) my home computer is basically shot and has no internet. -_-; Life sucks sometimes... But, yeah, sorry about that again.
*Well, actually, I take that back. I did say that I'd update either every Wednesday or every other Wednesday. So I haven't broken my word...
Ok, nuff-o-dat. Go read pleasies, and review!!
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Jack stood up, walked over to the table, and flattened the yellowed piece of paper on top of the other maps. "A Spanish merchant ship?" he asked.
"Aye," replied Gibbs. "Called La Diabla Liza. On its way back to Madrid from the Americas."
"Aaah..." Jack smiled slightly and stroked his beard in thought, liking this idea more and more. "Bound for Maddy, eh? Well," Jack stood up straight and strode towards the door with a kick in his step, "coming from the colonies they 'ave up there, that ship's bound to 'ave bundles of loot aboard it. All right then, Gibbs! Ow." Jack knocked into the door once more, but quickly composed himself. "We're goin' after La Diabla Liza!"
Besides, thought Jack as he swayed over to the helm and Gibbs barked the new plan out to the crew, this all'll keep me mind off of...damn it all...
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"Now...gather the rest of the crew." The woman put back on her hat and pushed the first mate down to the ground. "And go into the Serum Pub. There's a girl in there, blonde hair, blue dress, name's Giselle. Fetch her nicely," she glared at him for a moment, a warning. "Tell her I should like her help in a few matters and that I've got a proposition for her."
The first mate, annoyed but curious, asked "What are ye plannin', Cap'n?" The woman brushed aside a few strands of hair and leaned over the side of the ship's railing, as her fingers lightly drifted over the necklace hanging about her throat. The slightly calloused fingertips smoothed over the intricately cut black stone, and feathered over the slick, silky, shadowy pearls.
"We're catching up," was her dreamy, impious reply. It was a threat, a vow, a promise...a plea...
And even though he was out of sight, far out on open ocean, as the world was pulled into daylight, Jack felt the back of his neck prickle, and his ears burned, as though someone was talking about him, and summoning him in their thoughts.
Somehow, Jack feared that even though that day that he hated, loved, despised, adored...feared...wanted...was over, that that glorious dream and abhorrent nightmare was far from over. In fact, it was only just beginning.
And Jack's fate was tangled and intertwined with the object his affections and hatred, more than he ever would have cared to realise...
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The hull of the Black Pearl crashed through the waves, speeding in the direction of La Diabla Liza. Captain Sparrow stood at the wheel, his compass held out in front of him, his hand gripping the wooden post, every now and then turning it slightly. The day was clear enough, pale blue sky, with occasional patches that were interlaced with hazy white clouds. The water was seemingly calm, but still choppy and a little rough, gently rocking the ship. The wind was with them, so even though La Diabla Liza had gotten about a half-day's start ahead of the Pearl, Jack was sure they'd catch up. Besides, his Pearl was the one of the fastest ships in the Caribbean.
A small smile played upon his lips, and, still gripping the wheel, he turned to look for Gibbs. It took a few moments, but Jack eventually saw him loosening the sails a little so they could pick up a bit more speed. "Gibbs!" Jack called. The first mate's head lifted and looked around for the source of the voice that had called him. Seeing Jack at the wheel waving him over, Gibbs climbed down and walked towards Jack. "Aye Cap'n?"
"Think ye can take the wheel for a bit, Gibbs?" Jack asked, in an almost weary tone.
"Sure thing, Jack," replied Gibbs. "Ye'll be wantin' a rest then?" Jack sighed and nodded.
"Yeh. I'm a bit tired." Gibbs shook his head and looked at Jack with a nameless reprimanding stare.
"Well, that'll teach ya not to drink loike that."
"Oh, come off it, Gibbs, you've been drunker than that a'fore." Gibbs shook his head again and rolled his eyes.
"Yes, I'll steer for a bit, Jack."
"Thank ye, Gibbs. I'll be in me cabin takin' lit'ul doze. Wake me if anyfthing happens."
"Aye, Cap'n."
After Gibbs took the wheel from Jack, the pirate captain made his way to the doors between the two sets of stairs that led to his quarters. For once not knocking into the door, Jack opened the right door, ambled through, and went to his table. Sitting down, he picked up the trade route map of La Diabla Liza, and his fingertips walked a path along the dotted line that showed the ship's course. Ah, what riches shall we find on this lit'ul Dego ship, I wonder? Jack thought to himself. And this area is mostly out of the regions where Norrington posts men.
Smiling, Jack recalled the several times the Commodore had tried to have him hanged. Then meeting Will Turner. And in turn, meeting Elizabeth Swann. Or Mrs. Turner, I guess I should say. Jack was glad those two had married. They obviously cared for each other a lot. And even though he had flirted a bit with Elizabeth, he never was serious. Sure she beautiful. But Jack hadn't felt that way about a woman for... Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN.
As usual, trying to not think about something somehow always led to actually thinking about whatever it was you didn't want to think of. Think of somefthing else, just think of somefthing else.
He gazed at the map. Yes. That was good.
They would attack La Diabla Liza.
Good.
They'd take the crew as prisoners till they had cleaned out whatever was valuable on the ship.
Just keep thinking along those lines.
He'd split any actual currency with the rest of his crew.
Money.
Any ornamental swords or tools would be great to give Will.
Tools'n'stuff.
Jack would probably keep all of the precious and semi-precious jewels if there were any and choose the best to give to Elizabeth.
Concentration was lost for just a fraction of a second, but it had happened.
Jewels.
Pearls.
Lela.
Jack's hand flew to his face, smacking his forehead once, and rubbing his eyes furiously. Nonononononononono. NO.
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A bit earlier, back on Tortuga...
On board one of the ships of the female pirate, eleven women stood about, chatting away with questions and comments.
"'Ere now, whas'all this then?" said a woman.
"Dunno. Giselle's the one-a drug us up 'ere," replied another.
"Cor, wouldya all just calm down?" Giselle protested.
"Calm down?" sneered the all-too-familiar voice of Scarlet. "Tch, 'ow do you expect us to do that?"
"She has a point, Giselle," Chelsea complied.
"Yeah, we barely know why we're eer," called out another.
"Oo's this woman we keep 'earin about?" asked a different one.
"Some female poirate cap'n, or some such nonsense," another answered.
"I'm startin' to fthink she's imagin'ry."
"Yeah, when's she gonna come round then?"
"I told ya, jest wait a bit," Giselle stated firmly.
"Look, Giselle, luv, I wanna know oo the fuck we're dealin wiv 'ere," scoffed one more.
"Really?" The eleven women standing on deck of the Gremlin Flame turned and looked upwards, towards the cynical, mocking voice that had suddenly spoken up. "Well, you're fucking dealing wiv me, luv." The woman who had spoken swung down on a rope from the top of the mast, her long black hair sailing behind her. Landing with a soft thump on the deck, she swept her hat off and took a graceful bow.
"Hello, ladies," she smoothly said. "Giselle tells me you are a rare group of women: rough, tough, and maybe a lit'ul bit mad." She flashed a delicate smile and stated, "I am Captain Lela Bratchkep, and this," she gestured around them, "is one of my two ships. The ship yer on is the Gremlin Flame, and that," she pointed out across the water to the ship next to them, "that is me pride'n'joy, the Siren Fire."
Even at just the mention of its name, the eleven Tortuga women sensed the danger in it and could just stand in awe. That is until the captain began pushing them in various directions to position them in a line. Ignoring their soft, slightly annoyed protests that she was wrinkling their dresses, Lela pushed and pulled and prodded and poked until they were queued up and standing straight enough to her satisfaction. "Right then, I would like to know your names then," she commanded in a very authoritative tone. "Ye can add in any special skills er anyfthing if ye want." She smirked. "That way I can know who to fthrow off first." It took a second before they realised she was kidding, and one by one they started to nervously laugh, the ones who weren't the brightest skirts on the rack trailing off at the end. Lela rolled her eyes and, giving a good-natured chuckle, walked to the beginning of the line on the far left. "I do know you a bit, luv," Lela laughed, "you're the one who organised these birds togevver. Giselle, yes?" The blonde nodded, little curls that were tied back bobbing on the back of her head.
"S'right...Cap'n." The two women smiled at the formal designation. "Now, I'm not particularly strong in me legs, can't run fast or nothin', but," Giselle flexed her right bicep and giggled, "I can best most any'un in arm wrestling."
"Good for hand-to-hand combat," replied Lela. Walking to the right with two small steps, she addressed the second woman. She stood a head above Lela but looked nervous and fidgety with mousy brown hair and constantly shifting grey eyes. "And you?"
"I-I'm R-Ramona," she answered in a soft, low voice.
"And what do you do?"
"I w-works with weapons. Guns, swords, daggers," she looked at the sky, tilting her head, as two fingers wrapped and unwrapped a lock of hair, "butter knives, pins, fire irons..." She trailed off, her voice fading into near-silence, occasionally muttering something about "goood weapons, r-reeeaaal good weapons..."
Raising an eyebrow, Lela carefully slid past the still mumbling Ramona, and moved onto to the next woman, who surprisingly was about two inches shorter than Lela. "Your name?"
"Caitlin," the tiny, young woman replied. Lela raised an eyebrow in question and doubt.
"How old are you?"
"23 ½," Caitlin answered promptly.
"Are you sure?" Lela asked. "You look like you're...well," she pointed her forefinger on Caitlin's chest between the two clavicle bones, "like 11 or somefthing." Caitlin sighed and held up her hands.
"I know, I know. I never hit that growth spurt we all supposedly hit in adolescence."
"Ah-huh...well m'dear Caity-lyn, what do you do?"
"I've never actually been on a ship," she sheepishly admitted, "but ever since I was little, I've built forts'n'stuff. I'm pretty good too; I'm always adding in things like bells, booby traps, things like that. I'm very skilful with knots and tying things too."
"Sounds like you'd be perfect to work with the sails'n'things, Caitlin," Lela offered. The two smiled at each other and Lela stepped to the right again and onto the next woman. "Name?"
"Scarlet," sneered the brunette, brushing some dirt off her red skirt.
"Your skill?"
"Lily on the plateau," came the sarcastic reply with an innocent smile. Lela's eyes burned into Scarlet with a warning stare while the other women noisily gasped and giggled and quietly scolded and warned. Giselle came behind Scarlet and smacked her in the head. "Ow!" she squealed. Giselle shook her head and glared at the brunette who was regretting what she'd said and rubbing the back of her head. "I mean, um, ahem, I'll wash clothes and sew 'em, and help cook." Lela gave a delicate snort and turned to walk to the right.
"That's what I thought you meant to say. And you are?"
"Katook!" the woman brightly answered.
"............Ka...took?"
"Yyyyyupp!" she said smacking her lips on the 'p'. "And I can keep track of yer plunders'n'raids, the money ye make and stuff."
Giselle spoke from the end of the line, "Um, Er name's Kate, Cap'n, but poor girl's nutty as a fruitcake. She thinks she's a countess...of someplace called...called...Homahahn??"
"Omaha, you silly wench!" called Katook, rather annoyed. "It's not here now of course. But it will be...in the fuuuuutuuuuure..."
Nearly regretting her choice to have these women on her ships, Lela just nodded slowly to "Katook" and carefully sidestepped to the right.
"M'name's Brittany, ma'am," the next girl said before the captain could ask. "As for what I do," she quickly drew her foil from her belt and her cutlass from the strap on her thigh, "I'm an expert swordswoman." Brittany smiled proudly as she threw the sword in the air, whipped her little dagger around a bit, and elegantly caught the falling sword by balancing the handle on her fingertip. She lifted her finger, tossing the sword up a bit, caught the handle fully, and neatly sheathed it back into its scabbard.
"Very nice, luv," Lela said, nodding and smiling. "You'll have to go up against me sometime; see if you're as good as you think you are." Lightly chuckling, she walked to the right again. "Name?"
"Chelsea, Captain," answered the woman with bronzed flesh and fair flaxen hair. "I don'do much, I'm just one helluva shot."
"Right. Chelsea (A/N: Said like "Chel-see"), is it then?"
Chelsea shook her head. "No, ma'am, Chelsea (A/N: Said like "Chel-say-uh")."
"Good, good," Lela said. She started to step to the right again, but stopped and looked back at Chelsea. She stood directly in front of the Jamaican woman and stared at her intently, almost confused. "Do I..." she waved her hands a bit in front of her while searching for what she was trying to ask, "know you??" One hand was placed on her hip while the other's fingers tapped her chin. "You seem...familiar...somehow."
Chelsea laughed wholeheartedly and replied, "No, ye don't know me, Captain. But I think you're thinkin' of me half-sister Anamaria."
"Ah yes," Lela cried, understanding. "That's who you look like. You like almost ezactly like 'er." She snagged a piece of the bright yellow hair and waved it in front of Chelsea's face. "Except of course, wiv this. This make ye look loike a banana." With an abashed smile, Chelsea giggled and Lela offered a comforting grin. Looking to the next woman she asked, "What's your name, dear?"
#8 The tiny Asian woman answered in a unexpectedly strong, low voice, "Ching."
"Ching. Hmm. What do you do then?"
"I...I shoot the guns."
"I see," Lela replied. Not wanting to press the woman any further—she obviously couldn't speak English very well—Lela simply said, "Well, Ching, glad to have you aboard. I'm sure you'll be very useful." Ching didn't quite understand, but she couldn't help but feel reassured by the captain's gentle smile and words. "Moving on," she turned to the next woman.
"Colette!" she cheerily exclaimed. "Est elle," she pointed to the slightly shorter girl standing next to her, "elle est mon meilleur ami--"
"Minou!" giggled the bright and breezy brunette. "Salut mon Capitaine! C'est avec plaisir que nous vous rencontrons." With a little tiny curtsey, Minou happily gazed up at Lela. Lela smiled back, glad that these foreigners spoke something she could understand.
"Oui, c'est vrai. Que vous fait-il deux font?"
Noticeably pleased that Lela spoke their language, the answered simultaneously with, "Nous pillons, nous fusil, et butin, nous enlevons, et ravageons et mettons't un mis plus fichu! Est-cela bon?"
"Oui," giggled Lela, "c'est tres bon." Walking over to the last woman, Lela asked, "You are...?"
"Judith," the woman replied coldly. "Gimme a sword and I'll kill ooevuh ye want me to." Lela was about to raise her voice and say that she did not welcome mindless killers very well, but decided against it.
"Good then. That's all of ye." Lela turned away and walked in the other direction, not wanting Judith to have a chance to say anything else. "I'd love tuh have a bit more time to get to know you girls, but I'm afraid there other matters we must attend to." She stood in front of the line again, her welcoming, gentle nature almost gone, her face returning to its imposing glare and the commanding tone being restored to her voice.
Pointing to each of them in turn, she directed, "Giselle, I want you to go over there on the Siren Fire. Chelsea, Caitlin, Brittany, and Ching: you go with Giselle." Calling out to the lovely Frenchies, Lela yelled, "Et Minou et Colette, vous deux vont avec Giselle aussi, bien?" The two women shouted back, "Oui, Capitaine!" and followed the other women getting of the Gremlin Flame onto the dock. Turning to the remaining women, Lela said, "Ramona, Scarlet, Katook, and Judith: I want you four to stay here on the Gremlin Flame. Scarlet, you can go down to the galley and make the crew somefthing to eat a bit later on. Katook, I'll show ye where I keep the books. Ramona, go down and 'ave a look-see at our cannons'n'fthings. Judith..."
Alone on deck with this haughty, unsympathetic woman made even Lela slightly uneasy. "As soon as me first mate Conleth comes back, you can talk wiv 'im about our next job. I'd like you to be up front when we take this ship's crew prisoner, but, just..." Lela hesitantly handed Judith a large sword in a leather casing, "don't overdo it. Savvy?" Judith merely nodded and took the blade. "I gotta go onto the Siren now, but I'll be back to explain ev'eyfthing to the rest of you over 'ere."
Lela turned to talk away when Judith quietly said her name. Turning back, Lela stopped herself from shuddering at the cold expression radiating from the woman who stood in front of her. "Nice to be working wif you, Captain." Lela inclined her head and walked away with a look of stone upon her face. Climbing up the mast, and grabbing the coiled rope that hung on a hook, Lela swung over to the crow's nest on the Siren Fire. With a toss of her head, Judith scoffed and leaned up against the side of the ship. "Yes, wonderful to be working wiv you..."
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Back on the Black Pearl...
"All right men!" The Pearl's crew stopped whatever they were doing immediately and their ears pricked up at the sound of Jack's bellow. "La Diabla Liza is in sight! Haul on the main brace! Make ready the guns! Run out the sweeps." A warning shot was fired just to the side of the merchant ship. Jack could already hear the screams of confusion of the Liza's crew, and he smiled in pure delight at the sounds that told of potential chaos and mayhem. A second shot was fired, but this one made a direct hit with the ship's rudder. In less than two minutes, the Black Pearl had sidled up on the starboard side of La Diabla Liza and the planks were tossed onto the rails of both ships so that they sat flat. "Prepare to board!" called Jack, a triumphant ring already filling his voice.
Yelling out a battle cry, Jack and the rest of the crew got on the Spanish ship, waving their swords and occasionally firing their pistols. The crew of La Diabla Liza flailed around in confusion; some were smart enough to try and fight, others hid, and still others ran below deck and into the captain's quarters to protect the valuable cargo. The ones who fought were quickly overtaken by the Pearl's men and forced back to the mainmast. The men who hid were easily found and pushed over with the braver members of the crew. As for the men who tried to hide and protect the cargo, all they did was lead Gibbs, Mr. Cotton, and Jack to the treasure they were after.
Within three quarters of an hour, La Diabla Liza had been totally taken over by the Black Pearl. Once all the Spanish crew was tied to the mainmast, Jack stepped in front of them, striking a pose that made him look intimidating and powerful. "Gentlemen," he began, addressing his prisoners, "you have just been captured by one of the greatest pirates of all time: Captain Jack Sparrow." He took a graceful bow and rolled his hat off his head, exposing the wild braided hair and red bandanna.
"And I shall be needing the keys to the safe in the captain's quarters. Anyone?" The prisoners kept silent. "No one?" Jack smiled and walked over to captain (he didn't know that he was the captain exactly, but the man had a hat with an excessive amount of feathers, so Jack assumed) and knelt down to be level with his eyes. "Tú."
The man yelped with a very feminine squeal when Jack pointed to him. "You wouldn't happen to have the keys now would you?" The man started to rapidly speak in Spanish, hold up his hands, and nervously smile as if to say he had no idea what Jack was talking about. Jack nodded and gave a pseudo-sympathetic glance. "Aw, you don't have 'em?" Jack clicked his tongue. "That's just too, bad it is." He patted the man's shoulder in a seemingly comforting gesture, but... "I really am so sorry, and...allo. Wha's this now?" Suddenly Jack was holding a key ring in his right hand swinging it back and forth slightly in front of the man's face. Jack asked as if he honestly didn't know and was shocked to find them, "Could these be the keys I was lookin' for, I wonder?" An evil smile crept across Jack's lips. "Well, why don't we jest find out, then, savvy?" Standing back up from his kneeling position, Jack shouted, "Right then! Gibbs, you come wiv me into the cabin and we'll see if we can't get that safe open. Cotton, you stay here and guard the prisoners. The rest of you, go below deck and clean out whatever ye can find that's valuable enough to take." Jack strolled towards the captain's quarters in his usual swaying way, twirling the ring of keys on his forefinger. "Come on, Gibbs," called Jack "Le'sgo see what treasures this beaut'ee holds."
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Just minutes before on the Gremlin Flame...
"Aah, I'm almost there," whispered Lela to herself. Sitting daintily on the edge of the crow's nest with her legs crossed, Lela lowered the spyglass from her eye. She sneered, obviously pleased with herself. "Time for a little plunder'n'pillage."
"All right men! Oh, um, and women!" Lela smirked and pointed in front of them. "There's the Black Pearl and La Diabla Liza." She gave an appreciative glance to Giselle. "Many thanks by the way, Zelly, for...persuading the information about the Pearl's whereabouts outta Jimmy-Jim-Jim-Jim Jimm." Giselle just rolled her eyes and smiled back. "Right. Here's the plan." Some of the crew stepped forward to listen. "We go in, swiftly and silently. The Pearl's crew will probably all be lootin' the ship, so we shouldn't have much trouble getting aboard. Sparrow's a stickler for tradition in piracy," her eyes narrowed slightly at the name, "so those moustache-ee-ode Degos'll be tied to the mast. Don't let 'em speak if ye can help it. When the Pearl's crew comes up and out from wherevuh they are, grab 'em, and make 'em be quiet. Tie them to the mast along with Liza's crew. Questions?"
Conleth stepped next to Lela and asked quietly, "What should we do when we finds Sparrow?"
Lela's eyes flickered with anger and triumph and one more emotion that Conleth couldn't recognize. "Bring him to me."
Conleth ran his fingers over her cutlass. "Alive?" he asked, hope echoing in his voice.
"Alive," stated Lela firmly, the anger now directed at her first mate. He was slightly disappointed, but shrugged it off. "Right then," Lela said loudly. "You all know your jobs. Let's go."
In less than a minute, the Gremlin Flame and Siren Fire had anchored on either side of La Diabla Liza and the Black Pearl. The crew quickly and quietly crawled onto the Spanish ship, only some of the new female crewmembers staying behind. Mr. Cotton had dozed off leaning against the rail, and was knocked unconscious by the butt of Brittany's sword. The bound sailors suddenly realised that they were being plundered again. Some started to cry out but Judith's sword found its way to line up with five Spanish throats. "Say one word and I'll kill you," she muttered. Conleth looked at her disapprovingly out of the side of his eyes, but he didn't say anything.
One by one, the rest of the Pearl's crew came up from below deck, and one by one they fell to the ground in unconsciousness. Lela's crew dragged each one to the mast and tied them upright along with the Liza's crew. After that, they sat and waited. Conleth and Judith stood outside the doors leading to the captain's quarters, waiting...
Inside the room, Jack suddenly noticed that it was very quiet. "Gibbs?" The first mate looked up from rummaging through the box of rubies and diamonds.
"Aye?" Seeing Jack's worried expression he added, "What's the matter, Cap'n?" Jack shook his head and glanced suspiciously at the doors.
"I don't know, Gibbs." Setting down several gold coins, Jack picked up his pistol while walking to the doors. "I'm gonna go out and see if ev'eyfthing's all right."
Opening the wooden doors, Jack glanced out at the mainmast where the Liza's crew was tied up. But... What's Cotton doin' tied up wiv 'em?? Opening the doors fully Jack began to walk out towards the mast. What in all the hell's is goin'--
"Wagh!" Jack yelled as two sets of strong arms grabbed his shoulders. Looking to the left and then to the right, he saw a slightly podgy man who looked to be about 50-something, and a younger woman with cold eyes. The three wrestled around for a moment, but two had beaten one. Binding his hands behind his back and taking away his sword and gun, the man pointed his own pistol at Jack's neck.
"Ye'll be comin' along nicely, understand?"
"Coming along to where?" asked Jack, almost fearing the knowledge.
"The Cap'n wasn't to see ya." At Jack's confused look, the man nodded his head towards the ship on his right, and Jack's left. "Yer goin' aboard the Siren Fire." With all of Jack's struggling, his crew began to stir. They saw their captain was in trouble and some tried to step forward and help him, but they soon discovered they tied to the mast and they couldn't move an inch. After telling the woman (he called her Judith) not to slaughter any of the men, the man (the woman had answered to him with "Whate're, Conleth") set down a plank so they could walk across the ships' rails and board the Siren Fire. That name...Siren Fire...
Conleth pushed Jack forward and told him not to dally about. He led Jack to a set of double swinging doors, intricately carved with silver and gold painted figures of wildcats. Some of the figures were merely stepping down from their perches on leaves. Others were viciously baring their teeth, and still more were gazing intently out at the spectator. Jack's inspection of the frightening doors was interrupted by Conleth prodding his pistol into his back. "I'm goin', I'm goin'."
Jack stumbled into the cabin, and jerked around when he heard the doors slam sharply behind him. Shaking his head, he turned forward to look upon this 'captain' that Conleth was going on about.
On the railing of a tiny balcony that opened into the cabin, very femininely sat the captain, faced away, beaded twisted hair flowing out with the wind. Cor, Jack thought angrily, this effeminate pansy thinks he can pirate MY ship does he? Well, Jack began to walk forward, I'm going to have to straighten this jackass's mind out a bit. Jack was just about to start yelling at the captain when he...er...she turned around. Jack's mouth dropped open, his breath was lost to him, and his kohl-lined eyes were wide with astonishment.
Captain Lela smiled with devious delight, strolled over to Jack, her prey, who was now helplessly in her clutches, and stood dangerously close to him, just not quite touching. His head fell forward trying to see this woman's face, his eyes growing wider and wider, filling with fear and disbelief.
Lela lifted her head, and expertly placed her lips right next to Jack's ear. She dreamily and seductively purred, "Well if it isn't my dearest Jack Sparrow?" Her brilliant sharp blue eyes met the deep brown ones of Jack Sparrow. He shakily drew in a breath, and she was obviously delighted with his terrified, unbelieving reaction. Her lips curved out into a wicked smirk and sharp feline teeth drew dangerously close to Jack's neck as she thickly breathed, "Hello love. Long time no see..."
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A/N: Heh heh heh heh heh...I am wickedly, deviously, appallingly evil, am I not?
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Love,
~*Kitty*~
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