A/N: Hello once again my wonderful reviewers!!! Hands out cookies fresh
from the oven Mind ok they are still hot!! Don't want my reviewers
burning their hands now do we? Lol. Ok so here is the lovely chapter
seven! I realise I am writing this quite slowly but after next Friday I
will have all the time to spare coz I finish my exams YAY!!!! And welcome
rishbabi6 and metalbitch18 to the joyous realms of my story (as weird as it
may be!).
Discalimer: I am getting so sick of these!!! If I miss it out do you think they will mind??? What's that I hear you cry? "yes"? Poo. Ok Ok I don't own Jack or anything else about POTC. Happy now fanfiction administrator people????
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Chapter seven: 'P' Is for Pirate:
We entered into a darkened room filled with the occasional glint of a sword or a cutlass reflected as by the dying embers of a large fireplace. Jack strode in as though he knew the place well and a man appeared from a door situated at the back of the smithy holding an oil lamp.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked into the gloomy room.
"To kill ye all and steal ye rum!" came the chuckle reply of Jack Sparrow.
"Jack?!" the man ran over to him clasping him by the hand and wringing it tightly. The two men embraced like brothers long-lost. It was then when I realised who this man might be.
"Who's this young lad?" he asked motioning towards me.
"This 'young lad' as you put it so kindly just so happens to be Annie...Annie Magpie, savvy?" he put the emphasis on the 'Magpie'.
"Annie Magpie? You found her!" he sighed a deep relief and smiled heartily at me. "Will Turner at your service miss! Anything I can do, anything at all, just ask."
"Well actually there is something you could do for the lass...you see she seems to be in need of a mighty fine cutlass. If you could be of a help..."
"Of course!" Will broke in.
I only half listened to their conversation. My insides had knotted when I heard Will's sudden excitement in having 'found me'. He was thinking that I would finally put an end to this Evil along with Jack. But I knew it was impossible, I couldn't even fight properly let alone defeat the thing which so many skilled men had failed to defeat. This happiness that I was bringing to Will was fake. He would end up disappointed.
"Annie?" Jack's voice had broken my daydream.
"Aye?" I answered trying to cover up my fear with a false smile.
"Raise your hand luv" came his soothe voice. He knew what I was feeling, I could tell by the look in his eyes. Those deep brown chocolate eyes.
I held out my arm and let Will measure it. His touch was soft even though his hands were bitterly callused with the blacksmith trade. Jack had settled himself on a nearby table and was admiring the swords on the wall.
Suddenly the back door was thrown open and the blur of something small ran through it and bumped into Will's leg.
"Mama says I gotsta go bed but I don't want to Daddy. Tell her I can meet the big people to Daddy!! She'll listen to you!" wailed the small child.
"Lizzie its way past your bedtime!" Will complained but scooped the child up none the less and planted a kiss on her forehead lovingly. The child looked up at me and gave a whoop of joy.
"Daddy gots people for Lizzie to play with!" she threw her arms up in the air and waved them about frantically.
Just then a large Elizabeth came panting through the door with a brush in one hand and a small toy in the other.
"Lizzie what have I told you your not to interfere in- Oh Jack its you!" she smiled at Jack.
Jack rose from his place and bent low to the ground in mock bow. "Ah the lovely Miss Elizabeth! And I don't suppose you would have any of that lovely Caribbean Rum on you for a thirsty pirate on such a cold night such as this?"
She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the back room only to appear moments later with a bottle full of the amber liquid that drove Jack mad. He snatched it up, giving his greatest thanks, and sat back down beginning the long drink ahead of him.
"Aaah that's the stuff" we could hear him mumble beneath the bottle.
Meanwhile Will had put the child down and whispered something into Elizabeth's ear. Elizabeth's face turned from happy to ecstatic. She ran over to me and took my hand in hers smiling with gratitude as if I had just give her a million pounds.
I sat down and shook her off. My eyes were stinging which made me feel more unlike a pirate. Why did I have to be given this responsibility? Will was writing down some notes about the sword he was going to make for me. He rubbed his face and pushed back his own pirate mane. I pushed my thoughts away and began to wonder why he had never become a pirate himself when –
"Hiya! I'm Lizzie! My Daddy's a blacksmith! Are you a pirate? Can you fight men too?" Lizzie had pulled herself onto my lap and was pounding me with questions the way that kids like to do.
I placed a secure arm around her and felt a smile draw itself over my weary face. I liked young children and had a special way with them, or that is what my mum would say.
"Hello Lizzie, I'm Annie!" I told her. She settled herself and started chatting away to me as if she had known me for years.
"Lizzie!!" came the hot voice of Elizabeth, "what have I told you about interfering with Daddy's clients? I am so sorry Annie, she's three and has only just gotten into talking," she said apologetically to me trying to lift the squirming child from my lap.
"No no that's fine! I love children!" I smiled up at her. She left us to it and in a matter of minuets I was laughing with all my body and both Lizzie and I were rolling about of the floor.
A few hours had passed before Jack, who had silently been drinking the rum in the background, stood up and declared that we had to leave. Lizzie, who had long been asleep in my arms, stirred as I passed her over to Will. She looked so sweet sleeping, her face was creased into a smile as dreams of candy and laughter followed her. We thanked Will and Elizabeth greatly for their time – and in Jack's case for the whole bottle of rum that he had drank – and parted into the now pitch black street.
I turned to see Jack whispering something into Will's ear before we began our return journey to the Pearl.
"What was that you whispered to Will?" I asked as we drew near to the edge of town.
"Nothin' nothin'" he winked to me. He was drunk, well half drunk anyway.
We drew close to the Pearl and Jack suddenly stopped. I had walked onwards a few steps before realising I had left him behind. I turned to see him staring at me again. But this time I looked into his eyes and saw a man, not a fearless pirate, but a man just like any other. He walked up towards me and said in a sober voice,
"I know what you felt in there luv,"
I wanted to look at the floor but his eyes were drawing me towards him.
"I saw the fear in your eyes, the look of responsibility and the look of impossible thoughts." The warmth of his chest drew near to mine and I felt comforted all of a sudden. "I know that's how ye felt because when I first found it out I felt the same. I didn't believe I could do it. To let down all those people and condem them all to death. But it comforts them, knowing there is some hope. And even if we can't defeat it...what im trying to say is...they won't feel doomed all the time if there is some hope..." He stopped and blinked a few times.
Remembering who he was he stepped back into his usual character, "Don't you worry lass, I'll defeat the big bad, after all I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!"
And with that he left. I stood there for a while mulling over what I had just heard. That was not like Jack Sparrow at all. This Evil must be driving everyone away from their real personalities. Jack Sparrow didn't act like he couldn't defeat it.
I sighed, it had comforted me to hear his true feelings. Maybe he was just as scared as I was?
Nah, he's Captain Jack Sparrow not afraid of anything! I shrugged off the thought.
The next day I decided to spend on the Pearl. Things were different when half the crew were away getting shit-faced in bars. It was quiet and peaceful.
I spent the day preparing a feast for tonight with Ed the cook. Well he was kind of the cook as well as the doctor. We decided that because the deck was now so clean, thanks to Anamaria, and it was such a glorious day that we would prepare it on deck.
It was good to spend some time alone with Ed for a change. We were good friends and I had often hung around while he was preparing food for the evening meal on board. We had a good laugh and he showed me how to preserve the meats in salt for long sea journeys where they would usually go rotten. He hobbled around on his one good leg (the other had been taken off in some nasty battle) and gathered herbs from the shore. When he returned he bought with him a bunch of wild flowers which he held out for me.
I spent the next hour winding them carefully into a crown wile he finished off preparing the food.
"Tha's mighty clever!" he added once I had finished. I smiled at him and placed it on his head. He looked silly with a crown of flowers but he bowed and held out a hand as though he were a king and I acted along with him.
The night came and all the crew joined us back on board the Pearl. They were all grinning as though they were carrying some great secret and we formed a circle on deck as the food was cooked over a fire which was made right in the middle of the Pearl.
I stared at Jack, something was wrong...he was far too sober to be Jack Sparrow.
Suddenly Will and Elizabeth appeared onto the ship, Will carrying a long package. The crew seemed to expect this and I frowned slightly.
Will placed something into the fire and Jack called up a hush.
"Tonight someone here is going to join our crew officially" the crew ooh'd and arr'd like an audience, "Of course this person is Annie Magpie!" the crew began to clap.
I stared at Jack and the rest of the crew. What was going on?
Jack came towards me and took me by the hand pulling me up. First she must sign the Articles!
A wad of paper was whipped out and was read off. It was a pirate law book and included such things as 'Any man who commits mutiny will be punished by death' and 'He who lays a hand on a fellow crew member will end their row in duel and if this is un compatible then the punishment will be dealt with accordingly.' Once they had finished reading it I was made to sign. I looked down the long list of pirates who had signed it and noticed the messy scrawl of Jack's own handwriting. I took a quill and signed my name at the bottom of the long list.
The crew clapped and cheered and I was reminded of a circus audience. I beamed at them all thinking that was it.
But then Jack began to speak again.
"Of course every pirate needs a weapon and seeing as she already has a pistol Will has made her a fine weapon!"
Will came forwards and handed Jack the long package he had been carrying.
Jack turned to me and offered the end. I pulled on the hilt to uncover a perfectly made blade that was just the right weight and size for me. I held it in my hand for a moment or two feeling it balance in harmony with my body.
I turned to Will.
"Oh its...beautiful. How can I ever..."
But Jack cut in with a pained look in his face.
"Well, luv, you don't want to be thanking us quite yet" he had started to go shifty, "You see after they started branding us we kind of took to it and...ah" he trailed off.
Oh no! What had I gotten myself into? Will reached into the fire with a look of disgust in his eyes. He handed the ember hot poker to Jack and stepped away. I turned to run but bumped into Gibbs who was standing right behind me. He grabbed me and turned me around hoisting up my sleeve at the same time.
There was a moments silence as the crew stared at my tattoo of the Magpie but then Jack came towards me holding out that white hot poker. I struggled trying desperately to get free but Vincent came and joined in holding me down.
"It doesn't hurt that much"
"You'll be one of us" the crew murmured.
Great! I was getting myself into one of those cults where they enjoy burning great big scars into your flesh. Trust me eh?
They had such a tight hold of me that I could barely move. Jack advanced on me with the poker.
"I'm sorry luv...I really am"
He plunged the poker onto my skin and I screamed in agony. It was ripping through my flesh sending up clouds of steam. The crew was gasping and the poker taken away. I was let free.
The pain throbbed uncontrollably and I clenched my fist to punch the first thing I could lay my hands on...Jack's face. He fell to the floor complaining and whining while I squeezed my wrist in agony.
"Geezuz, bloody hell, flaming pirates!!" I shouted collapsing to the floor.
Elizabeth ran to me and plunged my hand into a bucket of freezing cold water. It instantly felt a little better and I gasped for breath. The crew broke into applause and the rum was finally handed out to them.
Half an hour later I removed my wrist from the bucket, puffed and swollen, and Elizabeth wrapped it in a special cloth warning me not to remove it for at least a week. I nodded and the couple said their goodbyes to everyone. I thanked Will but he wouldn't look at me properly, he was still embarrassed because it was he who had supplied the poker.
Gradually the deck cleared and soon only Jack and I were left on the deck. I hadn't spoken to him since he had barbarically torn into my flesh with a red hot poker.
I felt his warmth beside me and he took my hand gently touching the bandages covering my new 'P'.
"I'm sorry luv" he started but I snatched my hand away and got up to leave.
"Luv!" he started as I ran down the stairs.
When he joined me in the cabin I pretended to be asleep and he eventually collapsed onto his mattress.
I clutched at my wrist in agony as it throbbed beneath the bandages. But beneath all the pain, all those feelings of hatred towards those who had hurt me and hidden right in the centre of my heart was a warm fuzzy feeling. I had finally been accepted as a pirate and the 'P' on my arm now proved it.
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A/N: Ok I also have to admit that kinda stole the tattoo burning from Harry Potter with the death eaters tatoo's burning but its not exactly the same!!!
Discalimer: I am getting so sick of these!!! If I miss it out do you think they will mind??? What's that I hear you cry? "yes"? Poo. Ok Ok I don't own Jack or anything else about POTC. Happy now fanfiction administrator people????
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Chapter seven: 'P' Is for Pirate:
We entered into a darkened room filled with the occasional glint of a sword or a cutlass reflected as by the dying embers of a large fireplace. Jack strode in as though he knew the place well and a man appeared from a door situated at the back of the smithy holding an oil lamp.
"Who are you and what do you want?" he asked into the gloomy room.
"To kill ye all and steal ye rum!" came the chuckle reply of Jack Sparrow.
"Jack?!" the man ran over to him clasping him by the hand and wringing it tightly. The two men embraced like brothers long-lost. It was then when I realised who this man might be.
"Who's this young lad?" he asked motioning towards me.
"This 'young lad' as you put it so kindly just so happens to be Annie...Annie Magpie, savvy?" he put the emphasis on the 'Magpie'.
"Annie Magpie? You found her!" he sighed a deep relief and smiled heartily at me. "Will Turner at your service miss! Anything I can do, anything at all, just ask."
"Well actually there is something you could do for the lass...you see she seems to be in need of a mighty fine cutlass. If you could be of a help..."
"Of course!" Will broke in.
I only half listened to their conversation. My insides had knotted when I heard Will's sudden excitement in having 'found me'. He was thinking that I would finally put an end to this Evil along with Jack. But I knew it was impossible, I couldn't even fight properly let alone defeat the thing which so many skilled men had failed to defeat. This happiness that I was bringing to Will was fake. He would end up disappointed.
"Annie?" Jack's voice had broken my daydream.
"Aye?" I answered trying to cover up my fear with a false smile.
"Raise your hand luv" came his soothe voice. He knew what I was feeling, I could tell by the look in his eyes. Those deep brown chocolate eyes.
I held out my arm and let Will measure it. His touch was soft even though his hands were bitterly callused with the blacksmith trade. Jack had settled himself on a nearby table and was admiring the swords on the wall.
Suddenly the back door was thrown open and the blur of something small ran through it and bumped into Will's leg.
"Mama says I gotsta go bed but I don't want to Daddy. Tell her I can meet the big people to Daddy!! She'll listen to you!" wailed the small child.
"Lizzie its way past your bedtime!" Will complained but scooped the child up none the less and planted a kiss on her forehead lovingly. The child looked up at me and gave a whoop of joy.
"Daddy gots people for Lizzie to play with!" she threw her arms up in the air and waved them about frantically.
Just then a large Elizabeth came panting through the door with a brush in one hand and a small toy in the other.
"Lizzie what have I told you your not to interfere in- Oh Jack its you!" she smiled at Jack.
Jack rose from his place and bent low to the ground in mock bow. "Ah the lovely Miss Elizabeth! And I don't suppose you would have any of that lovely Caribbean Rum on you for a thirsty pirate on such a cold night such as this?"
She rolled her eyes and disappeared into the back room only to appear moments later with a bottle full of the amber liquid that drove Jack mad. He snatched it up, giving his greatest thanks, and sat back down beginning the long drink ahead of him.
"Aaah that's the stuff" we could hear him mumble beneath the bottle.
Meanwhile Will had put the child down and whispered something into Elizabeth's ear. Elizabeth's face turned from happy to ecstatic. She ran over to me and took my hand in hers smiling with gratitude as if I had just give her a million pounds.
I sat down and shook her off. My eyes were stinging which made me feel more unlike a pirate. Why did I have to be given this responsibility? Will was writing down some notes about the sword he was going to make for me. He rubbed his face and pushed back his own pirate mane. I pushed my thoughts away and began to wonder why he had never become a pirate himself when –
"Hiya! I'm Lizzie! My Daddy's a blacksmith! Are you a pirate? Can you fight men too?" Lizzie had pulled herself onto my lap and was pounding me with questions the way that kids like to do.
I placed a secure arm around her and felt a smile draw itself over my weary face. I liked young children and had a special way with them, or that is what my mum would say.
"Hello Lizzie, I'm Annie!" I told her. She settled herself and started chatting away to me as if she had known me for years.
"Lizzie!!" came the hot voice of Elizabeth, "what have I told you about interfering with Daddy's clients? I am so sorry Annie, she's three and has only just gotten into talking," she said apologetically to me trying to lift the squirming child from my lap.
"No no that's fine! I love children!" I smiled up at her. She left us to it and in a matter of minuets I was laughing with all my body and both Lizzie and I were rolling about of the floor.
A few hours had passed before Jack, who had silently been drinking the rum in the background, stood up and declared that we had to leave. Lizzie, who had long been asleep in my arms, stirred as I passed her over to Will. She looked so sweet sleeping, her face was creased into a smile as dreams of candy and laughter followed her. We thanked Will and Elizabeth greatly for their time – and in Jack's case for the whole bottle of rum that he had drank – and parted into the now pitch black street.
I turned to see Jack whispering something into Will's ear before we began our return journey to the Pearl.
"What was that you whispered to Will?" I asked as we drew near to the edge of town.
"Nothin' nothin'" he winked to me. He was drunk, well half drunk anyway.
We drew close to the Pearl and Jack suddenly stopped. I had walked onwards a few steps before realising I had left him behind. I turned to see him staring at me again. But this time I looked into his eyes and saw a man, not a fearless pirate, but a man just like any other. He walked up towards me and said in a sober voice,
"I know what you felt in there luv,"
I wanted to look at the floor but his eyes were drawing me towards him.
"I saw the fear in your eyes, the look of responsibility and the look of impossible thoughts." The warmth of his chest drew near to mine and I felt comforted all of a sudden. "I know that's how ye felt because when I first found it out I felt the same. I didn't believe I could do it. To let down all those people and condem them all to death. But it comforts them, knowing there is some hope. And even if we can't defeat it...what im trying to say is...they won't feel doomed all the time if there is some hope..." He stopped and blinked a few times.
Remembering who he was he stepped back into his usual character, "Don't you worry lass, I'll defeat the big bad, after all I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!"
And with that he left. I stood there for a while mulling over what I had just heard. That was not like Jack Sparrow at all. This Evil must be driving everyone away from their real personalities. Jack Sparrow didn't act like he couldn't defeat it.
I sighed, it had comforted me to hear his true feelings. Maybe he was just as scared as I was?
Nah, he's Captain Jack Sparrow not afraid of anything! I shrugged off the thought.
The next day I decided to spend on the Pearl. Things were different when half the crew were away getting shit-faced in bars. It was quiet and peaceful.
I spent the day preparing a feast for tonight with Ed the cook. Well he was kind of the cook as well as the doctor. We decided that because the deck was now so clean, thanks to Anamaria, and it was such a glorious day that we would prepare it on deck.
It was good to spend some time alone with Ed for a change. We were good friends and I had often hung around while he was preparing food for the evening meal on board. We had a good laugh and he showed me how to preserve the meats in salt for long sea journeys where they would usually go rotten. He hobbled around on his one good leg (the other had been taken off in some nasty battle) and gathered herbs from the shore. When he returned he bought with him a bunch of wild flowers which he held out for me.
I spent the next hour winding them carefully into a crown wile he finished off preparing the food.
"Tha's mighty clever!" he added once I had finished. I smiled at him and placed it on his head. He looked silly with a crown of flowers but he bowed and held out a hand as though he were a king and I acted along with him.
The night came and all the crew joined us back on board the Pearl. They were all grinning as though they were carrying some great secret and we formed a circle on deck as the food was cooked over a fire which was made right in the middle of the Pearl.
I stared at Jack, something was wrong...he was far too sober to be Jack Sparrow.
Suddenly Will and Elizabeth appeared onto the ship, Will carrying a long package. The crew seemed to expect this and I frowned slightly.
Will placed something into the fire and Jack called up a hush.
"Tonight someone here is going to join our crew officially" the crew ooh'd and arr'd like an audience, "Of course this person is Annie Magpie!" the crew began to clap.
I stared at Jack and the rest of the crew. What was going on?
Jack came towards me and took me by the hand pulling me up. First she must sign the Articles!
A wad of paper was whipped out and was read off. It was a pirate law book and included such things as 'Any man who commits mutiny will be punished by death' and 'He who lays a hand on a fellow crew member will end their row in duel and if this is un compatible then the punishment will be dealt with accordingly.' Once they had finished reading it I was made to sign. I looked down the long list of pirates who had signed it and noticed the messy scrawl of Jack's own handwriting. I took a quill and signed my name at the bottom of the long list.
The crew clapped and cheered and I was reminded of a circus audience. I beamed at them all thinking that was it.
But then Jack began to speak again.
"Of course every pirate needs a weapon and seeing as she already has a pistol Will has made her a fine weapon!"
Will came forwards and handed Jack the long package he had been carrying.
Jack turned to me and offered the end. I pulled on the hilt to uncover a perfectly made blade that was just the right weight and size for me. I held it in my hand for a moment or two feeling it balance in harmony with my body.
I turned to Will.
"Oh its...beautiful. How can I ever..."
But Jack cut in with a pained look in his face.
"Well, luv, you don't want to be thanking us quite yet" he had started to go shifty, "You see after they started branding us we kind of took to it and...ah" he trailed off.
Oh no! What had I gotten myself into? Will reached into the fire with a look of disgust in his eyes. He handed the ember hot poker to Jack and stepped away. I turned to run but bumped into Gibbs who was standing right behind me. He grabbed me and turned me around hoisting up my sleeve at the same time.
There was a moments silence as the crew stared at my tattoo of the Magpie but then Jack came towards me holding out that white hot poker. I struggled trying desperately to get free but Vincent came and joined in holding me down.
"It doesn't hurt that much"
"You'll be one of us" the crew murmured.
Great! I was getting myself into one of those cults where they enjoy burning great big scars into your flesh. Trust me eh?
They had such a tight hold of me that I could barely move. Jack advanced on me with the poker.
"I'm sorry luv...I really am"
He plunged the poker onto my skin and I screamed in agony. It was ripping through my flesh sending up clouds of steam. The crew was gasping and the poker taken away. I was let free.
The pain throbbed uncontrollably and I clenched my fist to punch the first thing I could lay my hands on...Jack's face. He fell to the floor complaining and whining while I squeezed my wrist in agony.
"Geezuz, bloody hell, flaming pirates!!" I shouted collapsing to the floor.
Elizabeth ran to me and plunged my hand into a bucket of freezing cold water. It instantly felt a little better and I gasped for breath. The crew broke into applause and the rum was finally handed out to them.
Half an hour later I removed my wrist from the bucket, puffed and swollen, and Elizabeth wrapped it in a special cloth warning me not to remove it for at least a week. I nodded and the couple said their goodbyes to everyone. I thanked Will but he wouldn't look at me properly, he was still embarrassed because it was he who had supplied the poker.
Gradually the deck cleared and soon only Jack and I were left on the deck. I hadn't spoken to him since he had barbarically torn into my flesh with a red hot poker.
I felt his warmth beside me and he took my hand gently touching the bandages covering my new 'P'.
"I'm sorry luv" he started but I snatched my hand away and got up to leave.
"Luv!" he started as I ran down the stairs.
When he joined me in the cabin I pretended to be asleep and he eventually collapsed onto his mattress.
I clutched at my wrist in agony as it throbbed beneath the bandages. But beneath all the pain, all those feelings of hatred towards those who had hurt me and hidden right in the centre of my heart was a warm fuzzy feeling. I had finally been accepted as a pirate and the 'P' on my arm now proved it.
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A/N: Ok I also have to admit that kinda stole the tattoo burning from Harry Potter with the death eaters tatoo's burning but its not exactly the same!!!