From Savvy To Shiny
Yes, not only another Jack and Elizabeth story but a crossover to. Other couples included will be Zoe and Wash, Mal and Inara, Simon and Kaylee. Sorry River and Jayne fans but Jayne will have Vera...and Ana-Maria
Summery: They were immortal, in sense, and not until three-hundred and fifty years after earth that was, were the remaining crew of the legendary Black Pearl caught and put into cryogenic-sleep for crimes of pirating.
One-hundred and fifty years later the crew of Serenity has been contracted to transport cargo under the nose of the Alliance to a private collector. However when the cargo comes back to the living as it were they decide to make up for lost time and the crew of Serenity find themselves in a lot more trouble then they can handle.
Captain Tight- pants of Serenity meet Captain Sparrow of the Black Pearl.
Location: Uncharted Caribbean Island, Year: Sixteen-eighty
The ancient-bird like high priestess of the sea dwelling tribe sat in front of her aged cauldron throwing in the last ingredient to her potion. She placed another piece of chopped wood under the fire giving it more life to bring the mixture contained with-in the caldron to a boil. Her aged brown eyes watched as the concoction turned from a rustic brown to an oozing blood red.
As this metamorphoses happened to the potion the withering high priestess could only think how mad the Gods were.
Coming from the ocean to save them from the cannibalistic tribe of the inland as the sea dwelling tribe had prayed for was well and good, but coming to earth as mortals...crazy Gods indeed.
Thankfully the Gods that had survived the battle with the cannibals were about to receive the forbidden drink of life that they had left with the tribe eons ago. Who was she to question the Gods but to serve them? They must have just forgotten to take the drink before they rose from the ocean in the ship of black. The high priestess counseled her self.
The high priestess motioned with her hand for her two male apprentices to remove the cauldron from the fire and place it on a stone alter which they do gracefully.
The high priestess stands up with the help of one female apprentice and clutching a sandalwood walking stick with the skull of a monkey attached to the top.
The old wise women slowly and painfully walks over to the cauldron and in a language that only she knows and will leave with only one of her four apprentices whispers an incantation while the concoction quickly cools.
The female apprentice stands near the old priestess with a tray made of wood, atop the tray is five cups made from coconut shells decorated with broken sea shells. The priestess took each cup and fills them half way before depositing them on the tray. The four apprentices nodded their acknowledgement of that they were to do with out having been told and all five of the tribe members leave the sacred hut, the high priestess was the last to follow.
The night was warm and the crew of the Black Pearl were enjoying the aftermath of battle with a feast fit for kings. Drinks of rum, water, and island made cocktails from the local fruits, music from the islanders and that of the crew's more musically inclined members flowed through the night air, a rhythm of dance called to many.
Many danced, many ate, many played games of chance and the islanders were glad the Gods had decided to rest.
Captain Jack Sparrow sat in front of the bonfire in a specially made thrown of wood and bones, a crown of the local island red flower upon his head. He was the picture of leisure; a bottle of rum clutched in one hand, his other around wrapped securely around the waist his lover Elizabeth Swann who sat on his lap trying to grab the bottle of rum, but Jack held it just out of her reach, the same crown of flowers rested upon her head.
Elizabeth fed up trying to obtain the bottle turned her attention to see Gibbs, she laughed as Gibbs was motivated to dance by a young native girl; he too wore a crown of the red flowers and awkwardly pranced around the fire, the rhythm of the drums speeding up.
Ana-Maria who was adorn with the same red flowers was playing a game of lairs dice and winning a handsome sum from other members of the crew. Mr. Cotton was lying in the sand, his head pillowed in the lap of a native, she was placing pieces of banana in his mouth; his parrot was also getting the same treatment from another native girl.
The music from the islanders quickly halted as the high priestess and her apprentices approached the gathering. The crew members all gave there attention to the high priestess with out meaning to.
The high priestess went over and stood in front of Jack, and despite her age and ancient appearance, stood imposingly over him and Elizabeth. Her apprentices bring forth Ana-Maria, Gibbs and Mr. Cotton and sit them near Jack and Elizabeth so that they are all sitting in a row.
Each apprentice takes a cup and approaches one of the five, the high priestess her self takes a cup to Jack.
Jack accepts it wearily, "Thank you, but if you don't mind I rather stick with me rum."
The high priestess shouts something in her native tongue at Jack and slams her walking stick into the sand twice and eyes all five of them like an old-nanny ready to issue discipline if she is not obeyed.
"Jack, just drink it," Elizabeth instructs as she take a small whiff of the drink. "It smells alright."
Jack smells the drink then shrugs, he raises his cup in to the air, "To all those lost in battle and too many a good raids till the end mates!" Jack shouts and those who still have drinks raise their own cups. Jack and the others drink their specially made drinks, the natives cheer together in their native tongue and bow before the five, then after a moment the resume their informal party.
Location: Central planet-Ariel Year: Two-hundred and fifty-six years after Earth That Was.
"Jack the ship's taken a hit we have to land her now!" Gibbs shouted to Jack even though he is sitting next to him in the co-pilots chair. Sparks fly around the cockpit as another missile from the Security Forces barely misses, but the after shock of the blast causes them to shake and shift even worse then before.
"She can hold Gibbs!" Jack shouts back maneuvering the ship to make a hard right bank in order to avoid another on slaughter of missiles. Jack hit the intercom to the engine room, "Cotton we need more flow to the engine if we're going to get through the atmosphere!" Jack informs his mechanic and is rewarded by a squawking sound from Mr. Cotton's parrot.
"I hope that means yes sir mate." Jack joked as another missile narrowly misses them.
"Jack!" Elizabeth yelled over the intercom, "Get us out of here now, the Pearl can't take much more and we need to get steady so I can operate!"
Jack hit the intercom off, he loved Elizabeth, really he did but, yelling what he already knew would only lead to a fight, him getting slapped because he could not keep his mouth shut, then him sleeping in the cockpit, again.
"Hang on." Jack ordered as he hit another switch, the turbo ignited and since the Black Pearl was one of the fastest ships around (a stolen prototype); had managed to out run the Security Forces of Ariel and the crew was now safe...
Location: Central Core Planet-Ariel Year: Two-hundred and fifty-seven years after Earth That Was; One year after the Robbery of Ariel Governmental funds and Intelligence.
In the cold, white marble interior of the Trail Hall, the crowd murmured among its self, many opinions about the case being recited to one another, some of the more upstanding women of the planet mocking the clothes of the women who were involved, others talked about what punishment would be fit for them.
The people who were being tried stood confidently in front of the crowd despite being handcuffed and surrounded by many guards holding them at gun point. Each thinking there own thoughts, but one they had in common was a member was gone, dead, thousands of years had passed for them yet it seems he was taken to soon. They were all mourning the death of Mr. Cotton, but more then that they were not the immortals they thought they were.
"Jack Sparrow." The crowed silenced immediately as a huge face appeared on the monitor before them, an age man with beady brown eyes and white hair in the current style that men thought fashionable, to Jack the man reminded him of Lord Brecket: cold, meticulous, thinking he was better then all.
Seems like eons ago. Jack thought and before he could stop himself lashed out.
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow you ass and no deal you offer can make up a loss for my crew member, and..." Jack faltered not because of nervousness or because he could not think of what to say but because he was a Captain and needed the approbation of his crew before he went on; he looked to them and they were already facing him. Gibbs nodded his acceptance, so did Ana-Maria and Elizabeth, and had a small smile on her face, the beginning of tears stinging her eyes.
"Where you go I follow Jack." She whispered to him and Jack with their consent turned back to the monitor and the watchful crowd, a gold tooth grin on his face and deep brown eyes full of a fire that Elizabeth had only seen once: when he had killed Captain Barbossa.
"The loot, the information you want back, all hidden where, even your top hounds can't get 'em. So, do as you like nothin' you do can make us talk!"
The crowd burst into talk about either how brave Sparrow was or how stupid.
A snarl appeared on the old man's face, "Silence!" he barked and the crowd did.
"Jack Sparrow, Elizabeth Swann, Ana-Maria Vargas, Joshamee Gibbs, since you have rebuked any offer of this court, the sentence is as follows; for the crimes of general unlawfulness, scavenging, commandeering a prototype firefly-class transport, and pirating, you shall be induced into cryogenic -sleep until you brain ceases to function." The old man smiled wickedly as the crew was separated.
"Jack!" Elizabeth breathed as she and Ana-Maria were pulled away from the men; Gibbs was struggling against one guard, Jack was pushing his way towards Elizabeth despite the two guards that were blocking him.
" Elizabeth, I promise we'll be fine!" He called out to her from them over the buzzing noise of the crowd; he wanted desperately to hold her just once more before their freedom was cruelly ripped from them and that was the last time he saw her or his remaining crew.
"I know Jack!" Elizabeth called out. She closed her eyes holding the memory of his face his smile, his laugh the way he caressed her in hear heart. She missed him already.
Location: Eavesdown Docks on Planet Persephone Year: twenty-five eighteen
"Gorram it Mal this ain't right." The big mercenary complained as he dodged the smaller occupants of the docks who were there on the busy market day. The big man followed the man in a brown coat which had not been in style since the war. "Badger is always lookin' to screw us over."
"Yeah but he has a job for us, and since we're already carrying some sensitive cargo we need what he has, so shut up and play nice." Capitan Malcolm Reynolds ordered but the man he was talking to was Jayne and he was not the smartest ape around.
Mal went into a tent and was immodestly searched by two bodyguards, his gun taken into custody before he was allowed in the back room; Jayne was less compliant but handed over his gun, big bowing knife, pocket knife, brass knuckles and grenades.
"Mal long time no see." Badger greeted, the little British man with dingy teeth, cheap grey suit and bowler hat stayed seated behind his large oak desk (a rarity it was) and pointed to the two plain seats in front of the desk. "Take it easy, have some tea and biscuits."
"No thanks Badger we come to talk business let's talk." Mal took a seat but Jayne went straight for the free food. Mal shook his head before turning to Badger. "What's the pay?"
"Always all work for ya, very well then," Badger took out a paper and some blue prints from behind his desk and placed them in front of Mal. "Job is simple Mal, you get to steal some rare cargo, ship it to a core planet's private collector who has graciously allowed you clearance free of Alliance watch dogs, and you get payment from him, and just to prove to ya, that he's a honest bad man..." Badger pulls out a small rich blue velvet bag and tosses it to Mal. "Down payment."
Mal takes the bag and looks inside, platinum coins jangle inside Mal whistles in awe, "Mighty a plenty coin here, that it?" Mal asked taking the money and putting it in his pocket.
"Yeah the cargo is to remain unopened any tampering and deals off Mal."
"Well then Badger it was fine doin' business with you." Mal gets up and turns to Jayne nodding that it's time to go Jayne takes as many biscuits as he can, Badger gives a little wave to their retreating forms, happy to have Mal and the freeloader Jayne leave, ever since the last time, Badger really hated to do business with them.
On the Ship Serenity
"Sir did you even look at the blue prints before you took the job?" Zoe, Mal's Second in command and wife to the pilot of Serenity, Hoban Washburne asked her captain the blueprints in discussion in her hands, Mal sits at the common room table counting the coin.
"No should I have."
"Well Sir, this job, it requires us to break into a prison." Zoe said and puts the blueprints in front of Mal.
Mal looks up and becomes unpleasant, "Gorram Lao Tein!"