Disclaimer: I don't own The Black Pearl, I don't own Jack or his sexiness,
and I don't own Tortuga. However, Dèsirèè so please, if you want to use her
(that sounds so wrong doesn't it?) ask first!
Author's Note:
Please don't shoot me! I know I haven't updated since last year! But I came through eventually right? *cricket cricket* Right? *growling from audience* Hokay, maybe I better get to the chapter....
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Dèsirèè stared at Jack blankly. "Wha?"
Jack was walking around her in a circle, looking her up and down. She took a step back. "Will you cut that out? I know you look something like a vulture but that doesn't mean you have to act like one!"
He had either not heard the insult or he had chosen to ignore it. Jack stood back, his hands on his hips. He grinned. "I knew there was something wrong with you!"
Dèsirèè stared at him with concern. "You have gone absolutely insane haven't you?" Then she looked down at her self. "Oh, that's what you mean," she murmured. She had yet to put on her coat and she had lost her hat long ago. Nevertheless, she doubted its floppy brim could have hidden her obviously feminine form. Dèsirèè looked back up at Jack, who was still staring, his head tilted slightly to the side. "Well, it's not that surprising is it? Cause if it is, I've gotten way too good at this. And will you please stop staring! Mon Dieu!"
Her shouting jarred Jack from what was a rather pleasant fantasy. "Hm? What? Oh, no, not that surprising."
Dèsirèè heaved a sigh of relief. "Good. I don't suppose this," she gestured to her body in a general way, "will create any problems in our agreement?"
Jack stepped closer to her, trying, and succeeding, to look as nonchalant as possible. "Well, I don't have a problem with it, luv. Besides, it might make this whole venture a bit more..." he was very close to her now and he began running his fingers lightly up and down her arm, "...interesting."
Dèsirèè sighed wearily. "Okay, now its time for the disclaimer." She cleared her throat and recited with a complete lack of emotion: "If you touch me, I will rip out your intestines, strangle you with them until your eyeballs pop out of their sockets and feed them to you for dinner."
Jack took a large step backwards, "Right then." He smiled wickedly and motioned her forward, "After you madam."
Dèsirèè sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. This could get annoying. She slipped the baggy coat over her shoulders and took a step forward. She stopped, turned around, and swept her hat up off the ground. Dèsirèè pulled the hat down over her ice blue eyes. "You first, Mr. Sparrow."
He turned and began to walk forward, mumbling to himself. "Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."
She smiled and followed him down the dirty street.
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Okay, now is the time when I have to say some major "thank you"'s and "I'm so sorry"'s. First thank you so much to my friends Morgan, Ashley, and Madeline for encouraging me to *coughbullyingmeintocough* finally getting started again on this story. And now, I AM SOOOO SORRY to all those readers who kept on coming day after day to see if my story was updated. Now it is!
Adios Amigos
Thousand Faces
Author's Note:
Please don't shoot me! I know I haven't updated since last year! But I came through eventually right? *cricket cricket* Right? *growling from audience* Hokay, maybe I better get to the chapter....
* * * * * * * * * * *
Dèsirèè stared at Jack blankly. "Wha?"
Jack was walking around her in a circle, looking her up and down. She took a step back. "Will you cut that out? I know you look something like a vulture but that doesn't mean you have to act like one!"
He had either not heard the insult or he had chosen to ignore it. Jack stood back, his hands on his hips. He grinned. "I knew there was something wrong with you!"
Dèsirèè stared at him with concern. "You have gone absolutely insane haven't you?" Then she looked down at her self. "Oh, that's what you mean," she murmured. She had yet to put on her coat and she had lost her hat long ago. Nevertheless, she doubted its floppy brim could have hidden her obviously feminine form. Dèsirèè looked back up at Jack, who was still staring, his head tilted slightly to the side. "Well, it's not that surprising is it? Cause if it is, I've gotten way too good at this. And will you please stop staring! Mon Dieu!"
Her shouting jarred Jack from what was a rather pleasant fantasy. "Hm? What? Oh, no, not that surprising."
Dèsirèè heaved a sigh of relief. "Good. I don't suppose this," she gestured to her body in a general way, "will create any problems in our agreement?"
Jack stepped closer to her, trying, and succeeding, to look as nonchalant as possible. "Well, I don't have a problem with it, luv. Besides, it might make this whole venture a bit more..." he was very close to her now and he began running his fingers lightly up and down her arm, "...interesting."
Dèsirèè sighed wearily. "Okay, now its time for the disclaimer." She cleared her throat and recited with a complete lack of emotion: "If you touch me, I will rip out your intestines, strangle you with them until your eyeballs pop out of their sockets and feed them to you for dinner."
Jack took a large step backwards, "Right then." He smiled wickedly and motioned her forward, "After you madam."
Dèsirèè sighed heavily and rolled her eyes. This could get annoying. She slipped the baggy coat over her shoulders and took a step forward. She stopped, turned around, and swept her hat up off the ground. Dèsirèè pulled the hat down over her ice blue eyes. "You first, Mr. Sparrow."
He turned and began to walk forward, mumbling to himself. "Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow."
She smiled and followed him down the dirty street.
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Okay, now is the time when I have to say some major "thank you"'s and "I'm so sorry"'s. First thank you so much to my friends Morgan, Ashley, and Madeline for encouraging me to *coughbullyingmeintocough* finally getting started again on this story. And now, I AM SOOOO SORRY to all those readers who kept on coming day after day to see if my story was updated. Now it is!
Adios Amigos
Thousand Faces