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Disclaimer: nothing has changed ok?? I still don't own anything of POTC BUT when I grow up I intend to become an actress so maybe I could persuade them to make a third/fourth one which I could be in?? Well I might now OWN anything as such but I would be part of it...what do you think?
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Chapter Five: A life now ordinary.
The next day Jack was back to his old self; hands waving about in gesture, swaying all over the place, rum bottle in hand and the usual sense of humour.
The week progressed quickly and before I knew it I had been on board the Black Pearl for a month. The crew had accepted me as one of them and the constant reminder that I was here to 'save the world' was somehow pushed to the back of my memory along with the death of my mother. The thought that something that important could be easily pushed away...or that was what I wanted to think.
I was getting used to ropes and was learning new things everyday. Rum was now a favourite. The first time I had joined in on a drinking session was still reminded to me by laughing crew members.
"Ere lass ave some o'this, s'great stuff," they had murmured to me.
"Rum?" I giggled blushing like some naughty child. I was not yet of an age to drink...in my world. But what harm could one mug do me? After all they fed their children on it...probably.
Five mugs later I was under the table completely out of it.
I don't remember much of it but with the amount that they had told me I have a pretty good idea that I embarrassed myself. Luckily I have since gotten used to it and have given them no more excuses to laugh at me. In fact I was pretty good and on those days when rum was allowed onboard (obviously Jack didn't want drunk pirates even if he was) and had managed to out drink quite a few other members of the crew. They had all accepted me...everyone except Anamaria.
She shot me dirty looks whenever I passed her by. She must have enjoyed the attention of being the only woman on board for so long but now it was me who was getting the eye by many men. I ignored them, not wanting the extra attention but there was a slight rebelliousness between Anamaria and me. She would try hard to get the men's attention when I was in sight to show that she could. I, however, didn't need to try...I was fighting them back! I laughed at her for her sour ways and felt pity on her for wanting the attention of old, desperate men.
However there was one person whose attention she craved more than any other. Captain Jack Sparrow. She would flaunt about him like a lovesick puppy and it made me giggle. He had no eyes for her though. When she would put on the, what I can only describe as, oh-shag-me-please-Captain personality he would send her somewhere else and if that didn't work then he would go somewhere else.
I'm not a bitter person but when this happened I would laugh for hours on end in a corner where no one could hear me. I had never liked her, even in the film when she had slapped Jack.
However my new life was not all jokes and joys. At night-time the pressing silence of all but waves around me caused my mind to drift to unhappy thoughts. The responsibility of my new life and the death of my mother, which still haunted me, would frequently visit me during the small hours of the night. I missed her terribly but the thought I had lost something which I never thought would happen lead me to accept the new bizarre things in my new life.
I was afraid of the Evil. It loomed over me whenever I was alone or in silence. Always there at the back of my mind ready to remind me of what would happen if I was to fail. But these thoughts were replaced by thoughts that Jack could do it. He was in the same situation as me with the world hanging on his shoulders. He didn't seem bothered by it and this comforted me. The fears left in me were shunned to the back of my mind, when the time came I would deal with it...not now. If I died then I died...I would join my mother. I repeated this to myself over and over again until I began to believe it. But deep in my heart I knew that this was not the case. I didn't want to die.
Up on deck and below in the cabins, anywhere on board in fact, talk of the Evil was kept to a bare minimum and any who started talking about it was silenced by threat of having to swim with the 'fishies'.
Generally life was good on board. It surprised me how the threat of the end of the world didn't seem to bother these people...these pirates, should I say.
I stared out to sea on my watch. The waves lapped for miles and miles on end and the breeze whipped up my dreadlocking hair. The ship below me was slowly filling up with sleepy pirates. We were in need of docking to refill supplies of water and fresh fruit, either that or take one of the merchant ships sailing in these waters.
I rubbed my eyes in tiredness and yawned. It was time to change watches but Anamaria, who was due up next, was nowhere to be seen.
"Bloomin' girl" I mumbled under my breath. She always took her sweet time when watch changed between her and me. I sighed and changed my view to the upper deck where Gibbs was stood steering. Jack came swaying out of his cabin buttoning up his shirt as he went. I smiled to myself wondering how he ever found clean shirts in all that mess in his cabin.
We shared a cabin. I had learnt this was the done thing to do on Fanfiction and so was hardly surprised when he said that it was where I would stay. However instead of sleeping in his bed I slept in a hammock, much to the dismay of the Captain. I had tried to keep it tidy but gave up after a few days, he was so messy! Shirts spraying out of dresser draws and a never ending supply of empty rum bottles.
The sun was getting up stretching its arms and spreading its light and warmth over the crew. My eyes began to droop...I was so tired having kept watch for half the night.
I shook my head to wake me up. Anamaria will be here soon, I told myself. Concentrate! The sun burnt into my eyes and caused me to shut them. Swirling lights of sleep threatened to take hold of me and the cry of a gull rose me from the light sleep that had nearly swept me away.
I scanned the sea just encase a ship had crept up on us. Sea, sea, sea, sails, sea, sea...sails???
I took a better look at it. It was sails!! A small merchant ship travelling on the west horizon. My guts squeezed...I knew what was coming.
"SAILS!!!! SAILS ON THE WEST HORIZON" I screamed standing up.
A mad rush of pirates ran to the starboard side to get a glimpse of the ship. Jack whipped out a telescope to get a better look.
By the time I had reached the deck the ship was readying itself for a battle. Sharpshooters were climbing the rigging to secure their place while the cannons were being ran out and trained onto their target: the ever nearing merchant ship.
Jack stood, cutlass in hand, ready to swipe the goods on board and kill any man who got in their way.
I felt sick. Fear was running through my body and even the excited whoops of other crew members could not cheer me up. I could die for all I knew! Die to join my mother in heaven...which wouldn't be so bad...what was I thinking, I didn't want to die...I wasn't ready yet!
We were gaining on the ship much faster than I had wished for and soon we were there...positioned at an angle so that their cannons would miss ours but ours would hit them. Fear pounded in my ears as the two captains faced each other.
Captain Brush, the captain of the small merchant ship, came forward baring his cutlass...handle held out to Captain Jack in surrender. Our forces were greater than theirs and it was clear that they would loose if they came to any battle. I let out a deep sigh but kept hold of the handle of my make- do cutlass, which I was to keep until I could have one made specially for me, just in case.
Jack took the cutlass and ordered all the other sailors on board to drop their weapons, which they did. Cotton and Gibbs went forward to collect them in brown sacks. After that we plundered the whole ship taking everything from the food and water to the very sheets off of their beds. We left them only enough food water to tide them over until they reached the next port.
Next we pushed their cannons (which were of a pathetic strength compared to the ones we already had) overboard so as to prevent them coming after us once we had left. Un-tying the two ships we left them floating there with nothing but a bare minimum of supplies and sailed off laughing.
My fears had left me and I felt a sense of overwhelming joy sweep over me as I attended the party up on deck later that day. Rum was being handed out like balloons at a child's party and everyone was rejoicing at the recent act of piracy. Food and water would no longer be going short and the silks and sugars found would trade for a good price.
Ed and Vincent struck up a tune on fiddle and tin pipe while the crew ate and drank heartily. I took my share of the food and rum but then felt the prolonged heaviness of sleep settle itself on my eyelids once again. I drained my tankard and headed towards the cabin.
I did not realise that I was being followed and got a shock as I stretched and found a pair of arms around my waist. I felt a head rest on my shoulder and smelt the rum and sent of Jack.
"Ye firs' taste o'plunder luv" he slurred into my ear. I could feel him collapse onto my back and I helped swing him onto his bed. He lay there with his hand raised in the air, fingers sprayed out, in just the same way that he looked in the film when Will had found him in his cell.
I took hold of his hand and tucked it under his blanket trying to put the idea that I was in a 'film' out of my head. He murmured some illegible words and tweaked his moustache in a sexy way that made me want to kiss it. But I resisted and climbed into my own hammock weary of the day's work.
I stared at the ceiling and smiled to myself.
"My first taste of plunder" I muttered with the smirk playing on my lips.
Then I fell into a deep sleep full of food, rum, fine silks and battles.
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A/N... please please review!!! Thank you all so much!! Gives out many cookies to her reviewers and watched as they gobble the up like hungry pirates
Disclaimer: nothing has changed ok?? I still don't own anything of POTC BUT when I grow up I intend to become an actress so maybe I could persuade them to make a third/fourth one which I could be in?? Well I might now OWN anything as such but I would be part of it...what do you think?
Ok on with the next chappie!!!
Chapter Five: A life now ordinary.
The next day Jack was back to his old self; hands waving about in gesture, swaying all over the place, rum bottle in hand and the usual sense of humour.
The week progressed quickly and before I knew it I had been on board the Black Pearl for a month. The crew had accepted me as one of them and the constant reminder that I was here to 'save the world' was somehow pushed to the back of my memory along with the death of my mother. The thought that something that important could be easily pushed away...or that was what I wanted to think.
I was getting used to ropes and was learning new things everyday. Rum was now a favourite. The first time I had joined in on a drinking session was still reminded to me by laughing crew members.
"Ere lass ave some o'this, s'great stuff," they had murmured to me.
"Rum?" I giggled blushing like some naughty child. I was not yet of an age to drink...in my world. But what harm could one mug do me? After all they fed their children on it...probably.
Five mugs later I was under the table completely out of it.
I don't remember much of it but with the amount that they had told me I have a pretty good idea that I embarrassed myself. Luckily I have since gotten used to it and have given them no more excuses to laugh at me. In fact I was pretty good and on those days when rum was allowed onboard (obviously Jack didn't want drunk pirates even if he was) and had managed to out drink quite a few other members of the crew. They had all accepted me...everyone except Anamaria.
She shot me dirty looks whenever I passed her by. She must have enjoyed the attention of being the only woman on board for so long but now it was me who was getting the eye by many men. I ignored them, not wanting the extra attention but there was a slight rebelliousness between Anamaria and me. She would try hard to get the men's attention when I was in sight to show that she could. I, however, didn't need to try...I was fighting them back! I laughed at her for her sour ways and felt pity on her for wanting the attention of old, desperate men.
However there was one person whose attention she craved more than any other. Captain Jack Sparrow. She would flaunt about him like a lovesick puppy and it made me giggle. He had no eyes for her though. When she would put on the, what I can only describe as, oh-shag-me-please-Captain personality he would send her somewhere else and if that didn't work then he would go somewhere else.
I'm not a bitter person but when this happened I would laugh for hours on end in a corner where no one could hear me. I had never liked her, even in the film when she had slapped Jack.
However my new life was not all jokes and joys. At night-time the pressing silence of all but waves around me caused my mind to drift to unhappy thoughts. The responsibility of my new life and the death of my mother, which still haunted me, would frequently visit me during the small hours of the night. I missed her terribly but the thought I had lost something which I never thought would happen lead me to accept the new bizarre things in my new life.
I was afraid of the Evil. It loomed over me whenever I was alone or in silence. Always there at the back of my mind ready to remind me of what would happen if I was to fail. But these thoughts were replaced by thoughts that Jack could do it. He was in the same situation as me with the world hanging on his shoulders. He didn't seem bothered by it and this comforted me. The fears left in me were shunned to the back of my mind, when the time came I would deal with it...not now. If I died then I died...I would join my mother. I repeated this to myself over and over again until I began to believe it. But deep in my heart I knew that this was not the case. I didn't want to die.
Up on deck and below in the cabins, anywhere on board in fact, talk of the Evil was kept to a bare minimum and any who started talking about it was silenced by threat of having to swim with the 'fishies'.
Generally life was good on board. It surprised me how the threat of the end of the world didn't seem to bother these people...these pirates, should I say.
I stared out to sea on my watch. The waves lapped for miles and miles on end and the breeze whipped up my dreadlocking hair. The ship below me was slowly filling up with sleepy pirates. We were in need of docking to refill supplies of water and fresh fruit, either that or take one of the merchant ships sailing in these waters.
I rubbed my eyes in tiredness and yawned. It was time to change watches but Anamaria, who was due up next, was nowhere to be seen.
"Bloomin' girl" I mumbled under my breath. She always took her sweet time when watch changed between her and me. I sighed and changed my view to the upper deck where Gibbs was stood steering. Jack came swaying out of his cabin buttoning up his shirt as he went. I smiled to myself wondering how he ever found clean shirts in all that mess in his cabin.
We shared a cabin. I had learnt this was the done thing to do on Fanfiction and so was hardly surprised when he said that it was where I would stay. However instead of sleeping in his bed I slept in a hammock, much to the dismay of the Captain. I had tried to keep it tidy but gave up after a few days, he was so messy! Shirts spraying out of dresser draws and a never ending supply of empty rum bottles.
The sun was getting up stretching its arms and spreading its light and warmth over the crew. My eyes began to droop...I was so tired having kept watch for half the night.
I shook my head to wake me up. Anamaria will be here soon, I told myself. Concentrate! The sun burnt into my eyes and caused me to shut them. Swirling lights of sleep threatened to take hold of me and the cry of a gull rose me from the light sleep that had nearly swept me away.
I scanned the sea just encase a ship had crept up on us. Sea, sea, sea, sails, sea, sea...sails???
I took a better look at it. It was sails!! A small merchant ship travelling on the west horizon. My guts squeezed...I knew what was coming.
"SAILS!!!! SAILS ON THE WEST HORIZON" I screamed standing up.
A mad rush of pirates ran to the starboard side to get a glimpse of the ship. Jack whipped out a telescope to get a better look.
By the time I had reached the deck the ship was readying itself for a battle. Sharpshooters were climbing the rigging to secure their place while the cannons were being ran out and trained onto their target: the ever nearing merchant ship.
Jack stood, cutlass in hand, ready to swipe the goods on board and kill any man who got in their way.
I felt sick. Fear was running through my body and even the excited whoops of other crew members could not cheer me up. I could die for all I knew! Die to join my mother in heaven...which wouldn't be so bad...what was I thinking, I didn't want to die...I wasn't ready yet!
We were gaining on the ship much faster than I had wished for and soon we were there...positioned at an angle so that their cannons would miss ours but ours would hit them. Fear pounded in my ears as the two captains faced each other.
Captain Brush, the captain of the small merchant ship, came forward baring his cutlass...handle held out to Captain Jack in surrender. Our forces were greater than theirs and it was clear that they would loose if they came to any battle. I let out a deep sigh but kept hold of the handle of my make- do cutlass, which I was to keep until I could have one made specially for me, just in case.
Jack took the cutlass and ordered all the other sailors on board to drop their weapons, which they did. Cotton and Gibbs went forward to collect them in brown sacks. After that we plundered the whole ship taking everything from the food and water to the very sheets off of their beds. We left them only enough food water to tide them over until they reached the next port.
Next we pushed their cannons (which were of a pathetic strength compared to the ones we already had) overboard so as to prevent them coming after us once we had left. Un-tying the two ships we left them floating there with nothing but a bare minimum of supplies and sailed off laughing.
My fears had left me and I felt a sense of overwhelming joy sweep over me as I attended the party up on deck later that day. Rum was being handed out like balloons at a child's party and everyone was rejoicing at the recent act of piracy. Food and water would no longer be going short and the silks and sugars found would trade for a good price.
Ed and Vincent struck up a tune on fiddle and tin pipe while the crew ate and drank heartily. I took my share of the food and rum but then felt the prolonged heaviness of sleep settle itself on my eyelids once again. I drained my tankard and headed towards the cabin.
I did not realise that I was being followed and got a shock as I stretched and found a pair of arms around my waist. I felt a head rest on my shoulder and smelt the rum and sent of Jack.
"Ye firs' taste o'plunder luv" he slurred into my ear. I could feel him collapse onto my back and I helped swing him onto his bed. He lay there with his hand raised in the air, fingers sprayed out, in just the same way that he looked in the film when Will had found him in his cell.
I took hold of his hand and tucked it under his blanket trying to put the idea that I was in a 'film' out of my head. He murmured some illegible words and tweaked his moustache in a sexy way that made me want to kiss it. But I resisted and climbed into my own hammock weary of the day's work.
I stared at the ceiling and smiled to myself.
"My first taste of plunder" I muttered with the smirk playing on my lips.
Then I fell into a deep sleep full of food, rum, fine silks and battles.
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A/N... please please review!!! Thank you all so much!! Gives out many cookies to her reviewers and watched as they gobble the up like hungry pirates