A/N: Yay I finally finished this chappie!!! Sorry for the delays I
realise that I am posting new chappies late every time!! I'm right in the
middle of exams so finding time to write can be a sticky business!!!
Please review coz I love reading them!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any POTC rights I am just stealing their characters to make up my own lovely story which seems to be weird! Damn I hate saying those things....Disclaimers SUCK!
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Chapter six: Port Royal
I woke up to find the cabin empty and the sun streaming in through the window. I sat bolt upright, which obviously made me fall head first out of the hammock. I rubbed my head in pain.
"Ouch!" I muttered under my breath.
Then I remembered the reason for my sudden fall...it was midday and I was still in bed...or hammock. I quickly threw on a change of clothes and tied the purple bandanna tighter around my head to tame my wild hair which hadn't seen a shampoo since I got here...much to my disgust!
I ran up onto the deck ready to splutter out apologies to anyone who posed a threat to my late lie in. No one seemed to notice I was late and I sighed in relief preparing to start the jobs at hand. The deck was looking a state and the encrusted salt which had slowly built up on the side was beginning to turn a nasty shade of black. I sighed again pushing my blowing hair behind my ear.
"Luv," came the familiar voice of our Captain.
I froze, he must have realised about my late sleep in. Slowly I turned around, wincing. I'm doomed, I thought, last time someone slept in this late they were made to keep watch all night!
But to my relief he was smiling at me and beckoned me up towards the helm. I stood next to him watching the way he kept a loose hand on the wheel but firmly guiding it towards its destination.
"Late morning luv?" he chuckled at my scared look. "No worries, I know Anamaria short-handed you the other night. She'll pay the price" he nodded towards the dock where a disgruntled Anamaria was scrubbing hard at the crusty bits of salt which cornered the ship. "You missed a spot!" he called in a mocking tone which made him receive some nasty evil glares from the disgruntled Anamaria.
He was laughing to himself then suddenly he fell silent.
"She's a good pirate really, always there to help you out of a sticky mess" he said in a low voice.
I stood there. Why did I have to listen to this? I hated Anamaria and Anamaria hated me...this he knew. So why did I want to hear about how good she was...unless...
"Have you been drinking Jack?" I asked
He shot a look at me as if to tell me off for being so rude. Then he built himself up slightly, pushing out his chest.
"No, actually, I haven't" he said with some dignity although I could hear a slight tone of regret in his voice.
"We're approaching Port Royal luv" he said with the great tone of distaste. "Its not so bad now the Commodore has left an all, but it still has his air about it"
"The Commodore left?!" I asked.
"Oh yes, he fled his little island abandoning it in its hour of need!" a triumphant grin spread wide across his face.
"But why? He's not the sort of person to do that!" I was in total shock, in the film he seemed such a snob! No must stop thinking of it as a film! Real life girl!
"Scared!" he broke out into laughter, wiping his eye he continued, "scared of the Evil! Can you believe it?"
"Mmm" I muttered. I was scared shitless of the Evil and I was supposed to be defeating it! I looked to the floor and fidgeted with my hands. Jack looked at me curiously.
"Whats up luv?"
"Nothing"
"Your not scared of the Evil are you?" he had hit the spot.
"Me? NEVER!" I let out a fake laugh and left him at the helm.
We were approaching Port Royal and chaos broke loose on deck. Apparently one of the hanging corpses of a pirate was a good friend of Gibbs and the poor man was having to be held back by the rest of the crew to stop him from jumping overboard to kill the 'murderous devils' as he put it.
I couldn't bear to look at the corpses. I may well be a pirate now but I still wasn't used to dead bodies, especially when they were being pecked at by crows and torn into shreds.
Instead I stared into the approaching port. It looked pretty much the same as it used to when the Commodore was living there. There were ships going in and out of it, some being stocked up others being emptied of goods. We harboured a little way off from the port in a bay just large enough to hide the Black Pearl.
"Free to leave!" Jack shouted to the excited crew.
Gibbs, who had somehow gotten loose from the crew's strong arms, had broken into a raging run towards the port. Anamaria and Jack legged behind him desperately trying to stop him before he did anything to put the crew in danger. I chuckled to myself. I was a fast runner, by far the best on board, but I rested ashore that they would catch him.
Vincent, Cotton and Relan were to stay behind to keep watch of the ship while everyone else went their separate ways for the two days we were to be docked in Port Royal. However because this wasn't a pirate town we were dressed in 'respectable' clothes so as not to be spotted by the guards that still lingered in port. But security in the port appeared to be slack so our ship was unlikely to be noticed.
I strolled into the town dressed like a man. It was either this or a large poofy dress which didn't appeal due to the muddy streets. My pistol was safety tucked under my shirt and out of sight.
The street was bright and full of beggars trying to flog their produce to passing idiots. One woman was even trying to sell mouldy apples. This reminded me of one time when mum and I were in town and all we could hear were the crys of market men trying to sell their apples,
"APPLES ERE!!! BRIGHT SHINY APPLES ONLY TWO POUND A DOZEN!!"
Then the man next to him would say that his were only "ONE FIFTY A DOZEN" and so on until the apples were worth nothing.
I smiled at this memory but soon my eyes began to sting again as more memories of mum came flooding back to me. I hadn't been alone properly since I had joined this strange but wonderful world.
I entered 'The Swinging Daisy" which was the nearest tavern I could find. The bubble of excitement would drive my thoughts out of my head for sure. I ordered a Caribbean Rum and set myself at the farthest table so as not to draw any suspicions.
The drink tasted good and it warmed my insides quickly. A young woman from the other side of the room shot me a cheeky smile and began to make her way over to me. Her red dress shrieked 'whore' to me and I realised I was dressed as a man.
She approached me flaunting her stuff and tried desperately to sit on my lap.
"What's a nice youn' lad like yourself doing in a dump like this eh?"
I shuddered at the thought of her and tried to get myself out of this situation. But no words would escape my lips. I was frozen to the spot at the wrong time. She placed her arms around me and I shrunk away gasping at the extensive use of perfume.
"Sorry luv he's already spoken for" Jack came onto the scene grinning from ear to ear, "Got a wife n' kids waiting for him at home, ain't ya lad?" he chuckled at me.
"Aye" I mumbled, I hated being called a 'lad' as it were.
But it worked and the whore totted off to find some other prey.
Jack disappeared for a few minuets and re-joined me with a tankard full of rum. We sat in silence for a while both of us gulped down our drink.
"Aaah that's better!" he murmured, "Thought I spotted you coming into here. Good place this! Always expect great rum at the Daisy"
"And pleasurable company?" I asked jokingly.
"Aye and that" he snorted into his mug. "Don't worry about Gibbs we made him see sense after we caught up with him" he said in answer to my questioning look.
We both chuckled for a while and ordered in seconds. Jack stared at me and I smiled back at him briefly but changed my view to the bar to keep a lookout for any lurking guards. There were none there and I let out a happy sigh.
I had the weirdest feeling that someone was looking at me, the hairs on the back of my neck were pricking up. It was Jack. He sat there staring at me. I began to feel shifty and wiggled in my seat.
He still stared. He had a hazy look in his eyes. What was going on?
I turned to him, "something up Jack?" I asked.
He blinked as though having been woken from a dream.
He opened his mouth to speak but at that moment a pack of guards came through the tavern door.
Jack ducked down behind his tankard.
"Damn," he muttered to me, "I know him"
I got up downed my rum and stood in front of Jack.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
I tutted and muttered for him to follow me. He quickly drained his tankard then hid behind my coat and we made for the door.
"HALT!" one of the guards shouted at us. I threw my coat over Jack's head and ordered him to stoop.
"We have had word that one Jack Sparrow is in port and have reason to believe you know his whereabouts"
How could they know I knew? I'd only been in this blasted port for half an hour or so.
"Not at all my good sir" I replies in my best voice, "now if you don't mind I've got to help my grandma home before it falls dark or my ma will be on my back."
He frowned at me and proceeded towards Jack who was stooped low and completely covered in my coat.
"Are you alright madam? Why do you wear your hood so low? Let me help you"
"NO!" yelled Jack, "Argh!" he screamed quietly as I stamped on his foot, "I mean no thankyou young lad I'm quite alright! The sunlight burns my skin lad which is why I wear my hood so low"
I had my hand over my mouth trying to muffle the sound of my laughter. Jack had spoken in a high-pitched what-would-be-woman voice which sounded more like a bird being strangled. I pushed Jack though the door before the man realised that there was no more sunlight to be had and we bolted down the nearest alley.
I let out my laughter and slumped to the ground cackling loudly. Jack, however, seemed less pleased.
"If you ever EVER tell anyone about that I swear I will gut you where you stand and feed your insides to the sharks!"
I couldn't stop laughing and a fresh wave came over me as I looked up into the disgruntled face of Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Oh cheer up I got you out didn't I?"
He reluctantly nodded. But I still laughed.
"You know your turning out to be more like Anamaria every day" he added with a smirk taking over his face.
That stopped me laughing. I scowled.
"Don't you ever EVER compare me to that woman savvy?" I reflected his own trademark back at him.
He pulled me up and offered me a hand,
"I won't if you won't tell anyone about the incident in the Daisy. Do we have an accord?"
"Aye, agreed". A smile reappeared on my lips and we headed down the alley.
I began to whistle the tune to 'A pirates life for me' and Jack joined in. Both of us were a little tipsy but in an extremely good mood.
Suddenly Jack stopped in front of an old wooden door which had been patched up in many places.
"Why stop here?" I questioned.
"Why not luv?" he chuckled and added, "good friends of mine I'd like you to meet"
He unclasped the bolt and threw open the door.
Disclaimer: I don't own any POTC rights I am just stealing their characters to make up my own lovely story which seems to be weird! Damn I hate saying those things....Disclaimers SUCK!
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Chapter six: Port Royal
I woke up to find the cabin empty and the sun streaming in through the window. I sat bolt upright, which obviously made me fall head first out of the hammock. I rubbed my head in pain.
"Ouch!" I muttered under my breath.
Then I remembered the reason for my sudden fall...it was midday and I was still in bed...or hammock. I quickly threw on a change of clothes and tied the purple bandanna tighter around my head to tame my wild hair which hadn't seen a shampoo since I got here...much to my disgust!
I ran up onto the deck ready to splutter out apologies to anyone who posed a threat to my late lie in. No one seemed to notice I was late and I sighed in relief preparing to start the jobs at hand. The deck was looking a state and the encrusted salt which had slowly built up on the side was beginning to turn a nasty shade of black. I sighed again pushing my blowing hair behind my ear.
"Luv," came the familiar voice of our Captain.
I froze, he must have realised about my late sleep in. Slowly I turned around, wincing. I'm doomed, I thought, last time someone slept in this late they were made to keep watch all night!
But to my relief he was smiling at me and beckoned me up towards the helm. I stood next to him watching the way he kept a loose hand on the wheel but firmly guiding it towards its destination.
"Late morning luv?" he chuckled at my scared look. "No worries, I know Anamaria short-handed you the other night. She'll pay the price" he nodded towards the dock where a disgruntled Anamaria was scrubbing hard at the crusty bits of salt which cornered the ship. "You missed a spot!" he called in a mocking tone which made him receive some nasty evil glares from the disgruntled Anamaria.
He was laughing to himself then suddenly he fell silent.
"She's a good pirate really, always there to help you out of a sticky mess" he said in a low voice.
I stood there. Why did I have to listen to this? I hated Anamaria and Anamaria hated me...this he knew. So why did I want to hear about how good she was...unless...
"Have you been drinking Jack?" I asked
He shot a look at me as if to tell me off for being so rude. Then he built himself up slightly, pushing out his chest.
"No, actually, I haven't" he said with some dignity although I could hear a slight tone of regret in his voice.
"We're approaching Port Royal luv" he said with the great tone of distaste. "Its not so bad now the Commodore has left an all, but it still has his air about it"
"The Commodore left?!" I asked.
"Oh yes, he fled his little island abandoning it in its hour of need!" a triumphant grin spread wide across his face.
"But why? He's not the sort of person to do that!" I was in total shock, in the film he seemed such a snob! No must stop thinking of it as a film! Real life girl!
"Scared!" he broke out into laughter, wiping his eye he continued, "scared of the Evil! Can you believe it?"
"Mmm" I muttered. I was scared shitless of the Evil and I was supposed to be defeating it! I looked to the floor and fidgeted with my hands. Jack looked at me curiously.
"Whats up luv?"
"Nothing"
"Your not scared of the Evil are you?" he had hit the spot.
"Me? NEVER!" I let out a fake laugh and left him at the helm.
We were approaching Port Royal and chaos broke loose on deck. Apparently one of the hanging corpses of a pirate was a good friend of Gibbs and the poor man was having to be held back by the rest of the crew to stop him from jumping overboard to kill the 'murderous devils' as he put it.
I couldn't bear to look at the corpses. I may well be a pirate now but I still wasn't used to dead bodies, especially when they were being pecked at by crows and torn into shreds.
Instead I stared into the approaching port. It looked pretty much the same as it used to when the Commodore was living there. There were ships going in and out of it, some being stocked up others being emptied of goods. We harboured a little way off from the port in a bay just large enough to hide the Black Pearl.
"Free to leave!" Jack shouted to the excited crew.
Gibbs, who had somehow gotten loose from the crew's strong arms, had broken into a raging run towards the port. Anamaria and Jack legged behind him desperately trying to stop him before he did anything to put the crew in danger. I chuckled to myself. I was a fast runner, by far the best on board, but I rested ashore that they would catch him.
Vincent, Cotton and Relan were to stay behind to keep watch of the ship while everyone else went their separate ways for the two days we were to be docked in Port Royal. However because this wasn't a pirate town we were dressed in 'respectable' clothes so as not to be spotted by the guards that still lingered in port. But security in the port appeared to be slack so our ship was unlikely to be noticed.
I strolled into the town dressed like a man. It was either this or a large poofy dress which didn't appeal due to the muddy streets. My pistol was safety tucked under my shirt and out of sight.
The street was bright and full of beggars trying to flog their produce to passing idiots. One woman was even trying to sell mouldy apples. This reminded me of one time when mum and I were in town and all we could hear were the crys of market men trying to sell their apples,
"APPLES ERE!!! BRIGHT SHINY APPLES ONLY TWO POUND A DOZEN!!"
Then the man next to him would say that his were only "ONE FIFTY A DOZEN" and so on until the apples were worth nothing.
I smiled at this memory but soon my eyes began to sting again as more memories of mum came flooding back to me. I hadn't been alone properly since I had joined this strange but wonderful world.
I entered 'The Swinging Daisy" which was the nearest tavern I could find. The bubble of excitement would drive my thoughts out of my head for sure. I ordered a Caribbean Rum and set myself at the farthest table so as not to draw any suspicions.
The drink tasted good and it warmed my insides quickly. A young woman from the other side of the room shot me a cheeky smile and began to make her way over to me. Her red dress shrieked 'whore' to me and I realised I was dressed as a man.
She approached me flaunting her stuff and tried desperately to sit on my lap.
"What's a nice youn' lad like yourself doing in a dump like this eh?"
I shuddered at the thought of her and tried to get myself out of this situation. But no words would escape my lips. I was frozen to the spot at the wrong time. She placed her arms around me and I shrunk away gasping at the extensive use of perfume.
"Sorry luv he's already spoken for" Jack came onto the scene grinning from ear to ear, "Got a wife n' kids waiting for him at home, ain't ya lad?" he chuckled at me.
"Aye" I mumbled, I hated being called a 'lad' as it were.
But it worked and the whore totted off to find some other prey.
Jack disappeared for a few minuets and re-joined me with a tankard full of rum. We sat in silence for a while both of us gulped down our drink.
"Aaah that's better!" he murmured, "Thought I spotted you coming into here. Good place this! Always expect great rum at the Daisy"
"And pleasurable company?" I asked jokingly.
"Aye and that" he snorted into his mug. "Don't worry about Gibbs we made him see sense after we caught up with him" he said in answer to my questioning look.
We both chuckled for a while and ordered in seconds. Jack stared at me and I smiled back at him briefly but changed my view to the bar to keep a lookout for any lurking guards. There were none there and I let out a happy sigh.
I had the weirdest feeling that someone was looking at me, the hairs on the back of my neck were pricking up. It was Jack. He sat there staring at me. I began to feel shifty and wiggled in my seat.
He still stared. He had a hazy look in his eyes. What was going on?
I turned to him, "something up Jack?" I asked.
He blinked as though having been woken from a dream.
He opened his mouth to speak but at that moment a pack of guards came through the tavern door.
Jack ducked down behind his tankard.
"Damn," he muttered to me, "I know him"
I got up downed my rum and stood in front of Jack.
"What are you doing?" he hissed.
I tutted and muttered for him to follow me. He quickly drained his tankard then hid behind my coat and we made for the door.
"HALT!" one of the guards shouted at us. I threw my coat over Jack's head and ordered him to stoop.
"We have had word that one Jack Sparrow is in port and have reason to believe you know his whereabouts"
How could they know I knew? I'd only been in this blasted port for half an hour or so.
"Not at all my good sir" I replies in my best voice, "now if you don't mind I've got to help my grandma home before it falls dark or my ma will be on my back."
He frowned at me and proceeded towards Jack who was stooped low and completely covered in my coat.
"Are you alright madam? Why do you wear your hood so low? Let me help you"
"NO!" yelled Jack, "Argh!" he screamed quietly as I stamped on his foot, "I mean no thankyou young lad I'm quite alright! The sunlight burns my skin lad which is why I wear my hood so low"
I had my hand over my mouth trying to muffle the sound of my laughter. Jack had spoken in a high-pitched what-would-be-woman voice which sounded more like a bird being strangled. I pushed Jack though the door before the man realised that there was no more sunlight to be had and we bolted down the nearest alley.
I let out my laughter and slumped to the ground cackling loudly. Jack, however, seemed less pleased.
"If you ever EVER tell anyone about that I swear I will gut you where you stand and feed your insides to the sharks!"
I couldn't stop laughing and a fresh wave came over me as I looked up into the disgruntled face of Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Oh cheer up I got you out didn't I?"
He reluctantly nodded. But I still laughed.
"You know your turning out to be more like Anamaria every day" he added with a smirk taking over his face.
That stopped me laughing. I scowled.
"Don't you ever EVER compare me to that woman savvy?" I reflected his own trademark back at him.
He pulled me up and offered me a hand,
"I won't if you won't tell anyone about the incident in the Daisy. Do we have an accord?"
"Aye, agreed". A smile reappeared on my lips and we headed down the alley.
I began to whistle the tune to 'A pirates life for me' and Jack joined in. Both of us were a little tipsy but in an extremely good mood.
Suddenly Jack stopped in front of an old wooden door which had been patched up in many places.
"Why stop here?" I questioned.
"Why not luv?" he chuckled and added, "good friends of mine I'd like you to meet"
He unclasped the bolt and threw open the door.