A/N: Ok, I'm bored, so here's another chapter!!! Oh yeah, does anyone know how 2 get italics 2 work in Word, coz I've tried everything. :(
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Streak sat in her cabin, crying silently, tears streaming down her face. She had locked the door so that no-one would see her like this.
"Streak?" Someone was knocking on the door.
"Aye?" She called in a muffled voice.
"Can I come in?"
Streak hurriedly wiped her face, re-applied her kohl (A/N: Yes, she wears kohl too. Not coz of Jack but coz they didn't have sunglasses in those days!) and unlocked the door to find the captain standing in front of her.
"Ye alright?"
"Aye, I be fine." Jack looked as if he were about to argue, but decided against it.
"Now, d'ye need any more clothes? 'Cause we're stopping off in Nassau and can get hold o' some more ... supplies."
"Aye, that'd be great. Captain Sparrow ...?"
"Aye?"
"Have ye a first name? Or be it just Sparrow?"
"No, I 'ave a first name. It be ... Valkan."
"Valkan?" Streak raised one eyebrow.
"Aye, me parents were ... German."
"Really?"
"Well, me dad was half-German. I'm named fer me Granddad. Me mum was Spanish."
'That explains the dark skin then,' thought Streak.
"I was brought up in England, though. Me parents wanted me ter be 'avin a 'proper' education."
"That explains why yer so ..."
"So ...?"
"Good with words."
"Aye, I s'ppose."
"Anyway, ye got any food?"
"Aye. Will ye be wantin' it down 'ere, or will ye be comin' up ter join the crew?"
"I'll meet the crew."
"Alright then. Give it, say, ten minutes?"
"Aye."
After 'Valkan' had left, Streak changed into a pair of tight-fitting trousers and a loose, semi-see-through shirt, knowing what a good body she had from working out on deck with the crew. It had given her toned muscles and a deep tan. With her dark hair and violet eyes, she looked like a foreign princess, and boy, did she know it. It was her deadliest weapon. The saying 'once bitten, twice as shy' applied to her in full strength. Though it was more like 'bite me ... and you're dinner' for this pirate. She swept her hair up into a plait and secured it with a blood-red ribbon. A sword and pistol in her belt, a dagger in her left boot, and she was ready.
"Evening, gentlemen," she said as she sashayed into the dining quarters a couple of minutes after everyone else. Seeing the lusty looks thrown in her direction, she unsheathed her sword and brandished it warningly.
"Try anything ... and yer dead, understood?"
Mumbled 'ayes' could be heard throughout the room, as the crew busied themselves with getting food.
"Streak. What a pleasure," came a sarcastic voice from behind her.
"Aaron," she said without turning round.
"Didn't know ye were a one for publicity."
"I'm not. Normally. But then, I'm hardly in a normal situation, am I?"
"Aaron, get away from her," the captain had arrived, "Ye wouldn't want to upset out ... guest of honour, now, would ye?"
"No, Cap'n."
"Good. Then I suggest ye grab a plate an' eat before it's all gone."
"Aye, sir."
"Streak, milady. Care to join me fer dinner?"
"That I would," she answered, sheathing her sword.
(after dinner)
"Ain't it beautiful?"
Streak jumped slightly. She had thought she was alone.
"Aye. Jack always said the Caribbean sunset reminded him o' me. Beautiful but ever changing he said."
"I agree with 'im 'bout the beautiful bit, though I 'aven't 'ad time ter experience the 'ever changin'' bit."
Streak decided to let the comment pass. She didn't want to ruin the mood. There was something so familiar about Valkan, but she still couldn't place him.
"I'm gonna go now, alright? Just come in when yer ready."
"Aye, Jack," she said, so comfortable in his presence that she thought he was her love. Jack was surprised, but didn't say anything as he thought it most likely that she was in a semi-trance.
Jack fell asleep that night dreaming of a young black-haired girl, no older than nineteen. But before he could ask her name, she dissolved into darkness, and he woke to the cries of a woman nearby.
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Well. I certainly didn't see that coming!!! And I'm the author!!! About the name 'Valkan'. I saw 'Van Helsing' yesterday, and I was stuck for a name, so I used that of Anna's brother. If ye see nothing else for a month, see 'Van Helsing' coz it's AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But only if yer not faint-hearted!!!!!!!!!!!
Jackoholic xXxXxXxXx
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Streak sat in her cabin, crying silently, tears streaming down her face. She had locked the door so that no-one would see her like this.
"Streak?" Someone was knocking on the door.
"Aye?" She called in a muffled voice.
"Can I come in?"
Streak hurriedly wiped her face, re-applied her kohl (A/N: Yes, she wears kohl too. Not coz of Jack but coz they didn't have sunglasses in those days!) and unlocked the door to find the captain standing in front of her.
"Ye alright?"
"Aye, I be fine." Jack looked as if he were about to argue, but decided against it.
"Now, d'ye need any more clothes? 'Cause we're stopping off in Nassau and can get hold o' some more ... supplies."
"Aye, that'd be great. Captain Sparrow ...?"
"Aye?"
"Have ye a first name? Or be it just Sparrow?"
"No, I 'ave a first name. It be ... Valkan."
"Valkan?" Streak raised one eyebrow.
"Aye, me parents were ... German."
"Really?"
"Well, me dad was half-German. I'm named fer me Granddad. Me mum was Spanish."
'That explains the dark skin then,' thought Streak.
"I was brought up in England, though. Me parents wanted me ter be 'avin a 'proper' education."
"That explains why yer so ..."
"So ...?"
"Good with words."
"Aye, I s'ppose."
"Anyway, ye got any food?"
"Aye. Will ye be wantin' it down 'ere, or will ye be comin' up ter join the crew?"
"I'll meet the crew."
"Alright then. Give it, say, ten minutes?"
"Aye."
After 'Valkan' had left, Streak changed into a pair of tight-fitting trousers and a loose, semi-see-through shirt, knowing what a good body she had from working out on deck with the crew. It had given her toned muscles and a deep tan. With her dark hair and violet eyes, she looked like a foreign princess, and boy, did she know it. It was her deadliest weapon. The saying 'once bitten, twice as shy' applied to her in full strength. Though it was more like 'bite me ... and you're dinner' for this pirate. She swept her hair up into a plait and secured it with a blood-red ribbon. A sword and pistol in her belt, a dagger in her left boot, and she was ready.
"Evening, gentlemen," she said as she sashayed into the dining quarters a couple of minutes after everyone else. Seeing the lusty looks thrown in her direction, she unsheathed her sword and brandished it warningly.
"Try anything ... and yer dead, understood?"
Mumbled 'ayes' could be heard throughout the room, as the crew busied themselves with getting food.
"Streak. What a pleasure," came a sarcastic voice from behind her.
"Aaron," she said without turning round.
"Didn't know ye were a one for publicity."
"I'm not. Normally. But then, I'm hardly in a normal situation, am I?"
"Aaron, get away from her," the captain had arrived, "Ye wouldn't want to upset out ... guest of honour, now, would ye?"
"No, Cap'n."
"Good. Then I suggest ye grab a plate an' eat before it's all gone."
"Aye, sir."
"Streak, milady. Care to join me fer dinner?"
"That I would," she answered, sheathing her sword.
(after dinner)
"Ain't it beautiful?"
Streak jumped slightly. She had thought she was alone.
"Aye. Jack always said the Caribbean sunset reminded him o' me. Beautiful but ever changing he said."
"I agree with 'im 'bout the beautiful bit, though I 'aven't 'ad time ter experience the 'ever changin'' bit."
Streak decided to let the comment pass. She didn't want to ruin the mood. There was something so familiar about Valkan, but she still couldn't place him.
"I'm gonna go now, alright? Just come in when yer ready."
"Aye, Jack," she said, so comfortable in his presence that she thought he was her love. Jack was surprised, but didn't say anything as he thought it most likely that she was in a semi-trance.
Jack fell asleep that night dreaming of a young black-haired girl, no older than nineteen. But before he could ask her name, she dissolved into darkness, and he woke to the cries of a woman nearby.
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Well. I certainly didn't see that coming!!! And I'm the author!!! About the name 'Valkan'. I saw 'Van Helsing' yesterday, and I was stuck for a name, so I used that of Anna's brother. If ye see nothing else for a month, see 'Van Helsing' coz it's AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But only if yer not faint-hearted!!!!!!!!!!!
Jackoholic xXxXxXxXx