Disclaimer: I own a dog. I own a CD player. I own Dèsirèè (no touchy). I
don't own a car. I don't own my soul (sold it on eBay. Get with the 21st
century). I don't own the Black Pearl, Gibbs, Anna Maria, or Jack. Really
sad about that one. Not too sad about my soul.
Author's Note:
Hello everybody! Looks around the audience. Sees that they have all fallen asleep and have begun to collect dust. Oops. nervous laugh I guess I haven't updated in a while. It's only been... (counts on her fingers)... (counts on her toes)...41 days ago since I updated. I would appreciate as many reviews as possible on this chappie to see if anyone is still reading. Even if you just say "good job", "great", "this sucks", or "baaaaddd". Every little bit helps!
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces
P.S. The first paragraph of this chapter was written by my good friend and fellow author vamperfly. Go check out her stuff if ye want!
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Dèsirèè stepped into the room and looked around in amusement. The cabin itself would be nice...had the inhabitant actually cared about what their room looked like. The walls were made of wood, naturally, as was the furniture: one king sized bed (was that a breast band poking out from under a pillow?), a couch a desk, and a few chairs. The walls were decorated with a portrait of a young man, most likely dead, a stuffed fish, and some very old maps.
As she made a careful trek over to one of the chairs, Gibbs entered the room. "Cap'n." Gibbs saluted. Jack waved back vaguely. "Cap'n the men are gettin' a tad –" there was a large crash behind him "...restless. We still leavin' port at dawn?"
Jack glanced at Dèsirèè, who had removed her coat and hat and was now slumped contentedly in a chair, her long limbs sprawling. "Does dawn suit us, luv?" inquired Jack.
Dèsirèè straightened up and put a hand to her chin. "That should be fine, pumpkin."
Jack blinked several times before narrowing his eyes into slits. "Don't ever call me 'pumpkin'."
Dèsirèè rose from her chair and walked over to Jack and Gibbs. "Then don't call me 'luv'..." she paused, smiling cattily, "...pumpkin."
Gibbs looked from Jack to Dèsirèè and then slowly back to Jack. "Uh, cap'n?"
Jack stopped glaring at Dèsirèè and stepped to the side so that the two could view each other clearly. "This is me first mate; goes by Gibbs. Gibbs, this be the great Liam Innis, who goes by Dèsirèè Moore."
Dèsirèè offered her hand to Gibbs. Gibbs stared at her blankly, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. He did, Dèsirèè mused, look remarkably like a giant codfish. Gibbs shook his head as if trying to regain focus. His eyes still fixed on Dèsirèè as he said, "Cap'n, c-can I have a word with ye?"
"Certainly." Jack turned to Dèsirèè. "There's a spare room down the hall and 'round the corner. No one ever uses it. Ye can go get settled in, lu–" He bit down hard on his tongue, suppressing the 'luv' that was about to escape.
Dèsirèè smirked, stooped down to grab her pack, glided past the two men and walked through the door.
"Jack," said Gibbs as soon as Dèsirèè was well on her way, "Liam Innis is supposed to be a MAN."
Jack nodded.
Gibbs continued, now looking slightly worried. "You do realize that THAT," he pointed to Dèsirèè's retreating figure, "is a woman."
Jack leaned back calmly against the door frame. "I did notice."
"Oh I don't like it one bit, Jack!" exclaimed Gibbs. "A woman on board can only bring trouble." Gibbs paused. "Excepting Anna Maria o' course."
"Of course."
"How do ye know that girls who she says she is?" pushed Gibbs. "I don't like the look of 'er."
Jack leaned out into the hallway, looking Dèsirèè up and down as she rounded the corner.
"I do..."
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She walked down the hallway, feeling the sway of the ship beneath her feet. It had been awhile. Dèsirèè found herself smiling. There was nothing she loved more than the sea. For the past 3 years she had ignored its call, ignored the sweet song of its waves, the beauty of the sea at night, the smell of salt filling the nostrils. She shook her head. Three years was far too long.
As she rounded the corner of the hallway she quickly located the spare room that Jack had mentioned. As she went to turn the door knob she noticed that the door was slightly open. "Didn't he say that nobody uses this room?" she thought to herself, for once perplexed. But, when she listened closely she could definitely hear sounds coming from inside. She slowly and quietly opened the door. She stepped back quickly. This room was not empty. Very much not empty. She stood back in surprise for a moment before leaning in, looking inside the room. "How do you bend like that?" she asked.
The two people that had been occupying the room (but mostly the bed) jumped apart, the man uttering an exclamation of "It's me wife!" and the woman cursing the air blue.
As the woman grabbed a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her otherwise clothes-less body, Dèsirèè began making hasty apologies. "I am really sorry about this but I was under the impression that the room was empty." The woman made her way to the doorway. "Obviously I was very, very misinformed."
The woman glared angrily at Dèsirèè. Her long black hair was falling into her round, dark face and it was clear that she was incredibly not happy. "Who the hell are you?" she shouted.
"Liam Innis," Dèsirèè said inclining her head slightly, "Or you can call me Dèsirèè Moore whichever you prefer."
The woman looked her up and down, a sneer coming on her face. "What do you take me for, a fool? If you're Liam Innis, I'm a French whore."
"Well..." Dèsirèè coughed slightly and looked from her wrapped in the blanket to the man still in bed meaningfully.
If possible, the woman looked even angrier than before. "You bloody little –"
It was at this opportune moment that Jack came waltzing down the hall. "What's all this then?" he asked, just reaching the doorway. He looked from Dèsirèè to Anna Maria, and then inside the room. He leaned forward slightly until he realized what had been happening inside and took several steps backwards.
"Jack," demanded Anna Maria, "tell me who this is."
"Who, her? That's Liam Innis. But her real name's Dèsirèè...um...Moore, that's it."
Anna Maria looked from Jack to Dèsirèè and then back to Jack. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now, Ms. Moore," Dèsirèè rolled her eyes, "since this room is occupied," he waggled his eyebrows to which Anna Maria also rolled her eyes, "there's a small room just off of my quarters that you can occupy."
"Thank you."
"And now I would like to have a word with you about this map of yours."
"Certainly."
As Jack and Dèsirèè began to move away from the room, Anna Maria grabbed Dèsirèè's arm. "Oh, Innis," Anna Maria crooned as she pulled her back. "I'll be watching you, mate. You better not put one toe out of line or..."
"I am trembling in fear, I assure you." responded Dèsirèè dryly. She flicked of Anna Maria's hand and followed Jack back down the hall way.
When Dèsirèè caught up with him she asked, "Who was that unhappy person?"
"That's Anna Maria. Best stay on her good side."
She sighed. "Too late."
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If you can tell I am truly trying to make my chapters consistently longer. Now if you're worried that I won't update this for months, let me lay your fears to rest. Up from this point I already have the basic storyline for at least 4 more chapters. Keep your chin up!
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces.
Author's Note:
Hello everybody! Looks around the audience. Sees that they have all fallen asleep and have begun to collect dust. Oops. nervous laugh I guess I haven't updated in a while. It's only been... (counts on her fingers)... (counts on her toes)...41 days ago since I updated. I would appreciate as many reviews as possible on this chappie to see if anyone is still reading. Even if you just say "good job", "great", "this sucks", or "baaaaddd". Every little bit helps!
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces
P.S. The first paragraph of this chapter was written by my good friend and fellow author vamperfly. Go check out her stuff if ye want!
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Dèsirèè stepped into the room and looked around in amusement. The cabin itself would be nice...had the inhabitant actually cared about what their room looked like. The walls were made of wood, naturally, as was the furniture: one king sized bed (was that a breast band poking out from under a pillow?), a couch a desk, and a few chairs. The walls were decorated with a portrait of a young man, most likely dead, a stuffed fish, and some very old maps.
As she made a careful trek over to one of the chairs, Gibbs entered the room. "Cap'n." Gibbs saluted. Jack waved back vaguely. "Cap'n the men are gettin' a tad –" there was a large crash behind him "...restless. We still leavin' port at dawn?"
Jack glanced at Dèsirèè, who had removed her coat and hat and was now slumped contentedly in a chair, her long limbs sprawling. "Does dawn suit us, luv?" inquired Jack.
Dèsirèè straightened up and put a hand to her chin. "That should be fine, pumpkin."
Jack blinked several times before narrowing his eyes into slits. "Don't ever call me 'pumpkin'."
Dèsirèè rose from her chair and walked over to Jack and Gibbs. "Then don't call me 'luv'..." she paused, smiling cattily, "...pumpkin."
Gibbs looked from Jack to Dèsirèè and then slowly back to Jack. "Uh, cap'n?"
Jack stopped glaring at Dèsirèè and stepped to the side so that the two could view each other clearly. "This is me first mate; goes by Gibbs. Gibbs, this be the great Liam Innis, who goes by Dèsirèè Moore."
Dèsirèè offered her hand to Gibbs. Gibbs stared at her blankly, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. He did, Dèsirèè mused, look remarkably like a giant codfish. Gibbs shook his head as if trying to regain focus. His eyes still fixed on Dèsirèè as he said, "Cap'n, c-can I have a word with ye?"
"Certainly." Jack turned to Dèsirèè. "There's a spare room down the hall and 'round the corner. No one ever uses it. Ye can go get settled in, lu–" He bit down hard on his tongue, suppressing the 'luv' that was about to escape.
Dèsirèè smirked, stooped down to grab her pack, glided past the two men and walked through the door.
"Jack," said Gibbs as soon as Dèsirèè was well on her way, "Liam Innis is supposed to be a MAN."
Jack nodded.
Gibbs continued, now looking slightly worried. "You do realize that THAT," he pointed to Dèsirèè's retreating figure, "is a woman."
Jack leaned back calmly against the door frame. "I did notice."
"Oh I don't like it one bit, Jack!" exclaimed Gibbs. "A woman on board can only bring trouble." Gibbs paused. "Excepting Anna Maria o' course."
"Of course."
"How do ye know that girls who she says she is?" pushed Gibbs. "I don't like the look of 'er."
Jack leaned out into the hallway, looking Dèsirèè up and down as she rounded the corner.
"I do..."
..................
She walked down the hallway, feeling the sway of the ship beneath her feet. It had been awhile. Dèsirèè found herself smiling. There was nothing she loved more than the sea. For the past 3 years she had ignored its call, ignored the sweet song of its waves, the beauty of the sea at night, the smell of salt filling the nostrils. She shook her head. Three years was far too long.
As she rounded the corner of the hallway she quickly located the spare room that Jack had mentioned. As she went to turn the door knob she noticed that the door was slightly open. "Didn't he say that nobody uses this room?" she thought to herself, for once perplexed. But, when she listened closely she could definitely hear sounds coming from inside. She slowly and quietly opened the door. She stepped back quickly. This room was not empty. Very much not empty. She stood back in surprise for a moment before leaning in, looking inside the room. "How do you bend like that?" she asked.
The two people that had been occupying the room (but mostly the bed) jumped apart, the man uttering an exclamation of "It's me wife!" and the woman cursing the air blue.
As the woman grabbed a sheet from the bed and wrapped it around her otherwise clothes-less body, Dèsirèè began making hasty apologies. "I am really sorry about this but I was under the impression that the room was empty." The woman made her way to the doorway. "Obviously I was very, very misinformed."
The woman glared angrily at Dèsirèè. Her long black hair was falling into her round, dark face and it was clear that she was incredibly not happy. "Who the hell are you?" she shouted.
"Liam Innis," Dèsirèè said inclining her head slightly, "Or you can call me Dèsirèè Moore whichever you prefer."
The woman looked her up and down, a sneer coming on her face. "What do you take me for, a fool? If you're Liam Innis, I'm a French whore."
"Well..." Dèsirèè coughed slightly and looked from her wrapped in the blanket to the man still in bed meaningfully.
If possible, the woman looked even angrier than before. "You bloody little –"
It was at this opportune moment that Jack came waltzing down the hall. "What's all this then?" he asked, just reaching the doorway. He looked from Dèsirèè to Anna Maria, and then inside the room. He leaned forward slightly until he realized what had been happening inside and took several steps backwards.
"Jack," demanded Anna Maria, "tell me who this is."
"Who, her? That's Liam Innis. But her real name's Dèsirèè...um...Moore, that's it."
Anna Maria looked from Jack to Dèsirèè and then back to Jack. "Are you sure?"
"Positive. Now, Ms. Moore," Dèsirèè rolled her eyes, "since this room is occupied," he waggled his eyebrows to which Anna Maria also rolled her eyes, "there's a small room just off of my quarters that you can occupy."
"Thank you."
"And now I would like to have a word with you about this map of yours."
"Certainly."
As Jack and Dèsirèè began to move away from the room, Anna Maria grabbed Dèsirèè's arm. "Oh, Innis," Anna Maria crooned as she pulled her back. "I'll be watching you, mate. You better not put one toe out of line or..."
"I am trembling in fear, I assure you." responded Dèsirèè dryly. She flicked of Anna Maria's hand and followed Jack back down the hall way.
When Dèsirèè caught up with him she asked, "Who was that unhappy person?"
"That's Anna Maria. Best stay on her good side."
She sighed. "Too late."
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If you can tell I am truly trying to make my chapters consistently longer. Now if you're worried that I won't update this for months, let me lay your fears to rest. Up from this point I already have the basic storyline for at least 4 more chapters. Keep your chin up!
Adios Amigos,
Thousand Faces.