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reviews! Cookies for you both!! Hands out cookies They have given
me a boost to write the next chappie so here it is...
Disclaimer: Ok so I nearly forgot to write this...and I still wish I didn't have to coz writing it makes me feel all depressed and angry. Like WHY CAN'T I OWN THEM?!?!?!? But no I don't. I don't own anything to do with POTC wails and cries but one day I might! Or one night when I'm fast asleep in my dreams.
Chapter 3: Sewing
I awoke to the sound of soft seagulls and the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat. Boat?? I sat bold upright to find that I was no longer in the cold darkness of the cell but lying in a soft bed in a room full of light. Memories of the previous time I was conscious came flooding into my head. Pirates of the Caribbean...how? It wasn't possible...surely?
When mum was still alive I used to go on the Internet loads. There was a site I was particularly fond of called Fanfiction and I had always read stories of how people were sucked into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean and joined the crew of Captain Jack Sparrow and I had always wished that it could happen to me. But I had never believed they were true, just silly stories that I loved to read. However since the death of mum I was ready to believe that anything could happen to me.
I stared around the room. Draws open with the mess of dirty shirts and breaches flowing out of them, all manner of scrolls and maps strewn across an untidy desk and hundreds upon hundreds of empty rum bottles. I gaped around the room until I realised where I was. The Captain's quarters.
Just at that moment the man himself came bursting through the door. And I mean bursting. He was being shouted at, by a voice that I distinctively knew as that of Anamaria, and came in chuckling to himself. Just then he noticed that I was awake. I just stared at him. He looked good in the movie but the real (or what I can only assume as 'real') thing was much much more handsome. His dark tanned skin, cheeky smile and muscular body made him, as we would call them back home, a 'babe magnet'.
"Ello luv" he chuckled gleefully, "Glad to see you finally decided to join us"
I stared at him as he busied himself around the room. I didn't understand why he had suddenly decided that I wasn't a stowaway. Surely Captain Sparrow would have to be careful about who was aboard his ship. That was a question best left for another time.
I scrambled out of the bed blushing at the fact that I, Annie Magpie, had just been sleeping in Captain Jack Sparrow's bed! He grinned at me and I made a decision there and then which I would stick to. I wouldn't claim to be who I was...from another world. I would make up that I was a peasant on the run from Commodore Norrington, that I had hit my head and forgotten much about myself. This would cover up most of the fact that I only knew that Port Royal was where the Commodore lived and that Tortuga was where the Pirates drank from the film.
I smiled at Jack. He would never have to know. He came over to me and asked the question which I had just prepared for.
"So you'll be wantin' to stay on the Pearl?" how did he know these things?
"I must have hit my head and...uh...I can't really remember where I am," I was never any good at lying, "I...uuuhhh..."
He frowned at me slightly and waited for me to finish my sentence but seeing as I was just staring at him with a petrified look on my face he decided to speak, "Well you'll be wanting to stay on the Pearl aye? You'll fit in fine but you'll have to pay your way by doin' some jobs savvy?"
"Sure...uh...I mean aye aye Cap'n!"
He chuckled and stood up motioning for me to follow. I followed him out of the door and straight onto the deck. The ship was huge! Its black sails were flailing wildly in the wind, one with a gaping hole in it. I could see a few familiar pirates lowering it down for repairs. Obviously the storm the night before had caused a lot of damage.
Jack walked with complete ease upon the boat. He swayed from side to side in just the right rhythm as the boat was swaying. This was the walk I often re-wound to watch while bursting out with wild laughter. But now it didn't seem so funny, it was me that looked funny. I was wobbling and falling about all over the place trying desperately trying to keep up with him. He turned to laugh at me as I fell into his arms. Once again the embarrassment of it washed over me and I stumbled to stand up grinning.
"No time for cuddles luv, we've got work to do"
"I was NOT trying to cuddle you!" I replied in defence but he just continued laughing and I thought I heard him mumble 'whatever luv'. At that moment Anamaria ran over to him.
"JACK!!! You said you'd take over steering two hours ago!! I haven't had ANY sleep...is this your ship or not?!?!?!? And who is this??" she added pointing a long finger towards me.
"This is Annie Magpie, Annie this is Anamaria"
I smiled politely at Anamaria remembering her temper, but to no avail. She shot me a dirty scowl as though I was a whore of Jack's come along for the ride- which, I reminded myself, she probably did think of me.
She threw her hands up in the air and continued yelling
"I don't care who SHE is!! Are you going to let me have some sleep or do I have to hang myself to get some peace in this world? Now for God's sake will you take the wheel?" she continued ranting and raving until Jack finally cut in.
"Anamaria...ANAMAIRA!!" she fell silent and stared at her captain, "Stop yelling woman! I'm going to remind you that I am Captain of this ship and I will not be spoken to like this savvy? You asked who Annie was so I told ye' and yes I will take over steering! One more word from you and you'll be swimming with the fishies savvy?"
"Aye Cap'n," she replied in a calmer voice which did not quite cover up all of her anger. She left heading for the cabins below.
Jack turned to me and rolled his eyes,
"She'll calm down in an hour or two," I nodded joining in his grin.
"GIBBS!!" he yelled over to the man who was in the cell earlier. Unfortunately I seemed to be in the way of this holler and my left ear went temporarily deaf. "Sorry luv!" he chuckled. This man and his chuckling was getting annoying. Did he ever take anything seriously?? Gibbs came over smiling at me, obvioulsy satisfied that I was not a stowaway either. "Annie's going to help out on board for a while. Annie luv, Gibbs will take care of you for now."
He gave me a cheeky wink and headed off to take the wheel all the while swaying back and forward in rhythm with the ship.
"Follow me Miss Magpie" Gibbs ordered turning and heading for the torn sails which were being bought down.
I tried to mimic Jack's walk and found it was perfect...or would be if I could master it properly.
Gibbs handed me a needle and a large ball of what must be thread. Great, I thought, it was going to be me who would have to sew up the sail.
"Yea know how t' sew don't you?" he asked.
I nodded reluctantly and sat myself on the deck pulling the huge sail towards me. It would take me ages to sew all of this up and I wasn't the best at sewing.
I peered around me while I worked. A great deal of damage had been made by the storm and I was thankful that it was not I hanging from the topmost sails repairing the crack in the pole. If it were me I'd have fallen off ages ago and they would be sweeping my guts into the sea.
However we were still moving. Although one sail was damaged the Pearl seemed to do just fine and I stared at Jack who was slowly guiding his ship through the now calmer waters. His dreadlocks waved slowly in the breeze and I found myself smiling at him. Suddenly he turned to me and flashed me a wink. I blushed and turned back to my work.
The day progressed slowly and many of the crew passed me either smiling at me or trying to flash a manly sexiness...which didn't work AT ALL. Some sat and chatted to me for a while in between working, they were being so nice and I didn't know why. Weren't pirates supposed to be un-social and hating females? But then again there was Anamaria so maybe they were used to it. My fingers started to ache with all the sewing and my mind began to wonder.
I had only seen the sea twice in my whole life. Once on a school trip to the beach which ended terribly due to the fact that everyone was ill, except for me, because of the ride up. We got to glimpse the sea before we had to turn around and head back. The other time was with my mother. She had hauled me out of class for the day and we caught the bus to the seaside. We ate cotton candy and paddled our feet in the freezing cold water for hours. It was a great day until she revealed the reason why she had given me the day off. She was getting married to husband number three. This wasn't a shock to me seeing as I realised how lonely she was after man number two left. But there was more. She was going to have another baby. I was shocked. I always thought it would be me and mum forever, men would come and go as they always did but in the end it would be just me and mum. But now, now it would be me mum and a screaming baby.
Well there would have been me mum and a screaming baby but they were both dead. Gone, left me on my own. I blinked as I felt a few tears in my eyes.
I changed the channel in my head and concentrated on the job at hand. Sewing. The thoughts that I was all alone in this new place without a mother were pushed into the deep crevices in the back of my mind where they would hopefully get lost and never return.
It was getting darker and the sun was setting. It was a beautiful sight and looked like the fiery red sun was being put out by the black sea. The breeze was still warm and I was nearly finished my job. Other pirates had long gone down to the cabins and rooms below but some were still out, finishing the odd job here and there.
I put down the sail at long last stretching my fingers out.
"Finished are you luv?" came a voice from behind me.
I jumped, startled. It was Jack grinning in his usual way, gold teeth flashing in the dying sunlight. I continued to stare out at the darkening sea its waves gently lapping against the hull of the ship.
I could feel him resting on the bar beside me and glanced at him. He was staring out at sea with a glazed look clouding his eyes.
"How did you know my last name was Magpie?" I asked, the question had been burning inside me all day.
"Your tattoo told me luv"
I frowned...I had no tattoo's; my mum would never let me. He turned and frowned at me.
"Surely you remember having a tattoo?" he lifted up the sleeve on my right arm to reveal the blue tattoo of a magpie flying into a sunset over the sea. WHAT?!?!? I had the same tattoo on my arm as Jack but mine was a Magpie instead of a Sparrow.
A chill went running through my spine and I opened my mouth to splutter questions but Jack beat me to it.
"I can't believe I finally found you. After all this time of searching the ocean and you turn up on me own ship! I was going to talk to you about it earlier but...there was no time..." he trailed off in the most unlikely Jack Sparrow way, he never behaved like this.
What was he talking about? He was staring at me as though I was supposed to be answering a question. What was I supposed to say? I had no idea what he was talking about!
"I...um...I'm sorry but I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about" I said hopelessly.
That was when he told me. I couldn't believe it. How could I be? I had only been in this world for a day...
"No, I can't be. You...you've got the wrong girl"
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A/N: Ok so sorry for the cliffie but I gotta put something that makes you want more! Please don't forget to review!!! And if there is something not right with my story please say! This is my first Fanfic and I want to get it right!
Disclaimer: Ok so I nearly forgot to write this...and I still wish I didn't have to coz writing it makes me feel all depressed and angry. Like WHY CAN'T I OWN THEM?!?!?!? But no I don't. I don't own anything to do with POTC wails and cries but one day I might! Or one night when I'm fast asleep in my dreams.
Chapter 3: Sewing
I awoke to the sound of soft seagulls and the sound of the waves lapping against the side of the boat. Boat?? I sat bold upright to find that I was no longer in the cold darkness of the cell but lying in a soft bed in a room full of light. Memories of the previous time I was conscious came flooding into my head. Pirates of the Caribbean...how? It wasn't possible...surely?
When mum was still alive I used to go on the Internet loads. There was a site I was particularly fond of called Fanfiction and I had always read stories of how people were sucked into the world of Pirates of the Caribbean and joined the crew of Captain Jack Sparrow and I had always wished that it could happen to me. But I had never believed they were true, just silly stories that I loved to read. However since the death of mum I was ready to believe that anything could happen to me.
I stared around the room. Draws open with the mess of dirty shirts and breaches flowing out of them, all manner of scrolls and maps strewn across an untidy desk and hundreds upon hundreds of empty rum bottles. I gaped around the room until I realised where I was. The Captain's quarters.
Just at that moment the man himself came bursting through the door. And I mean bursting. He was being shouted at, by a voice that I distinctively knew as that of Anamaria, and came in chuckling to himself. Just then he noticed that I was awake. I just stared at him. He looked good in the movie but the real (or what I can only assume as 'real') thing was much much more handsome. His dark tanned skin, cheeky smile and muscular body made him, as we would call them back home, a 'babe magnet'.
"Ello luv" he chuckled gleefully, "Glad to see you finally decided to join us"
I stared at him as he busied himself around the room. I didn't understand why he had suddenly decided that I wasn't a stowaway. Surely Captain Sparrow would have to be careful about who was aboard his ship. That was a question best left for another time.
I scrambled out of the bed blushing at the fact that I, Annie Magpie, had just been sleeping in Captain Jack Sparrow's bed! He grinned at me and I made a decision there and then which I would stick to. I wouldn't claim to be who I was...from another world. I would make up that I was a peasant on the run from Commodore Norrington, that I had hit my head and forgotten much about myself. This would cover up most of the fact that I only knew that Port Royal was where the Commodore lived and that Tortuga was where the Pirates drank from the film.
I smiled at Jack. He would never have to know. He came over to me and asked the question which I had just prepared for.
"So you'll be wantin' to stay on the Pearl?" how did he know these things?
"I must have hit my head and...uh...I can't really remember where I am," I was never any good at lying, "I...uuuhhh..."
He frowned at me slightly and waited for me to finish my sentence but seeing as I was just staring at him with a petrified look on my face he decided to speak, "Well you'll be wanting to stay on the Pearl aye? You'll fit in fine but you'll have to pay your way by doin' some jobs savvy?"
"Sure...uh...I mean aye aye Cap'n!"
He chuckled and stood up motioning for me to follow. I followed him out of the door and straight onto the deck. The ship was huge! Its black sails were flailing wildly in the wind, one with a gaping hole in it. I could see a few familiar pirates lowering it down for repairs. Obviously the storm the night before had caused a lot of damage.
Jack walked with complete ease upon the boat. He swayed from side to side in just the right rhythm as the boat was swaying. This was the walk I often re-wound to watch while bursting out with wild laughter. But now it didn't seem so funny, it was me that looked funny. I was wobbling and falling about all over the place trying desperately trying to keep up with him. He turned to laugh at me as I fell into his arms. Once again the embarrassment of it washed over me and I stumbled to stand up grinning.
"No time for cuddles luv, we've got work to do"
"I was NOT trying to cuddle you!" I replied in defence but he just continued laughing and I thought I heard him mumble 'whatever luv'. At that moment Anamaria ran over to him.
"JACK!!! You said you'd take over steering two hours ago!! I haven't had ANY sleep...is this your ship or not?!?!?!? And who is this??" she added pointing a long finger towards me.
"This is Annie Magpie, Annie this is Anamaria"
I smiled politely at Anamaria remembering her temper, but to no avail. She shot me a dirty scowl as though I was a whore of Jack's come along for the ride- which, I reminded myself, she probably did think of me.
She threw her hands up in the air and continued yelling
"I don't care who SHE is!! Are you going to let me have some sleep or do I have to hang myself to get some peace in this world? Now for God's sake will you take the wheel?" she continued ranting and raving until Jack finally cut in.
"Anamaria...ANAMAIRA!!" she fell silent and stared at her captain, "Stop yelling woman! I'm going to remind you that I am Captain of this ship and I will not be spoken to like this savvy? You asked who Annie was so I told ye' and yes I will take over steering! One more word from you and you'll be swimming with the fishies savvy?"
"Aye Cap'n," she replied in a calmer voice which did not quite cover up all of her anger. She left heading for the cabins below.
Jack turned to me and rolled his eyes,
"She'll calm down in an hour or two," I nodded joining in his grin.
"GIBBS!!" he yelled over to the man who was in the cell earlier. Unfortunately I seemed to be in the way of this holler and my left ear went temporarily deaf. "Sorry luv!" he chuckled. This man and his chuckling was getting annoying. Did he ever take anything seriously?? Gibbs came over smiling at me, obvioulsy satisfied that I was not a stowaway either. "Annie's going to help out on board for a while. Annie luv, Gibbs will take care of you for now."
He gave me a cheeky wink and headed off to take the wheel all the while swaying back and forward in rhythm with the ship.
"Follow me Miss Magpie" Gibbs ordered turning and heading for the torn sails which were being bought down.
I tried to mimic Jack's walk and found it was perfect...or would be if I could master it properly.
Gibbs handed me a needle and a large ball of what must be thread. Great, I thought, it was going to be me who would have to sew up the sail.
"Yea know how t' sew don't you?" he asked.
I nodded reluctantly and sat myself on the deck pulling the huge sail towards me. It would take me ages to sew all of this up and I wasn't the best at sewing.
I peered around me while I worked. A great deal of damage had been made by the storm and I was thankful that it was not I hanging from the topmost sails repairing the crack in the pole. If it were me I'd have fallen off ages ago and they would be sweeping my guts into the sea.
However we were still moving. Although one sail was damaged the Pearl seemed to do just fine and I stared at Jack who was slowly guiding his ship through the now calmer waters. His dreadlocks waved slowly in the breeze and I found myself smiling at him. Suddenly he turned to me and flashed me a wink. I blushed and turned back to my work.
The day progressed slowly and many of the crew passed me either smiling at me or trying to flash a manly sexiness...which didn't work AT ALL. Some sat and chatted to me for a while in between working, they were being so nice and I didn't know why. Weren't pirates supposed to be un-social and hating females? But then again there was Anamaria so maybe they were used to it. My fingers started to ache with all the sewing and my mind began to wonder.
I had only seen the sea twice in my whole life. Once on a school trip to the beach which ended terribly due to the fact that everyone was ill, except for me, because of the ride up. We got to glimpse the sea before we had to turn around and head back. The other time was with my mother. She had hauled me out of class for the day and we caught the bus to the seaside. We ate cotton candy and paddled our feet in the freezing cold water for hours. It was a great day until she revealed the reason why she had given me the day off. She was getting married to husband number three. This wasn't a shock to me seeing as I realised how lonely she was after man number two left. But there was more. She was going to have another baby. I was shocked. I always thought it would be me and mum forever, men would come and go as they always did but in the end it would be just me and mum. But now, now it would be me mum and a screaming baby.
Well there would have been me mum and a screaming baby but they were both dead. Gone, left me on my own. I blinked as I felt a few tears in my eyes.
I changed the channel in my head and concentrated on the job at hand. Sewing. The thoughts that I was all alone in this new place without a mother were pushed into the deep crevices in the back of my mind where they would hopefully get lost and never return.
It was getting darker and the sun was setting. It was a beautiful sight and looked like the fiery red sun was being put out by the black sea. The breeze was still warm and I was nearly finished my job. Other pirates had long gone down to the cabins and rooms below but some were still out, finishing the odd job here and there.
I put down the sail at long last stretching my fingers out.
"Finished are you luv?" came a voice from behind me.
I jumped, startled. It was Jack grinning in his usual way, gold teeth flashing in the dying sunlight. I continued to stare out at the darkening sea its waves gently lapping against the hull of the ship.
I could feel him resting on the bar beside me and glanced at him. He was staring out at sea with a glazed look clouding his eyes.
"How did you know my last name was Magpie?" I asked, the question had been burning inside me all day.
"Your tattoo told me luv"
I frowned...I had no tattoo's; my mum would never let me. He turned and frowned at me.
"Surely you remember having a tattoo?" he lifted up the sleeve on my right arm to reveal the blue tattoo of a magpie flying into a sunset over the sea. WHAT?!?!? I had the same tattoo on my arm as Jack but mine was a Magpie instead of a Sparrow.
A chill went running through my spine and I opened my mouth to splutter questions but Jack beat me to it.
"I can't believe I finally found you. After all this time of searching the ocean and you turn up on me own ship! I was going to talk to you about it earlier but...there was no time..." he trailed off in the most unlikely Jack Sparrow way, he never behaved like this.
What was he talking about? He was staring at me as though I was supposed to be answering a question. What was I supposed to say? I had no idea what he was talking about!
"I...um...I'm sorry but I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about" I said hopelessly.
That was when he told me. I couldn't believe it. How could I be? I had only been in this world for a day...
"No, I can't be. You...you've got the wrong girl"
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A/N: Ok so sorry for the cliffie but I gotta put something that makes you want more! Please don't forget to review!!! And if there is something not right with my story please say! This is my first Fanfic and I want to get it right!