Shimmering Moon
A/N: Write while I'm inspired
Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean
Warning: Spoilers in later chapters! (Small one here)
Warning: Slightly AU too
Jack Sparrow
"Oh hell I'm fighting you?" I asked, drawing my sword and strutting into the circle. My crew seemed to be watching me even closer than before. I hoped they weren't hoping I was going to die.
"Yes, by hell you're fighting me. Is there a problem?" Christiana asked. "Or have you not seen a female captain before."
"You were quite clever using your first mate to talk instead of you. Of course, it could mean you have something to hide," I said, watching her step around the circle, slowly coming in closer. "Right?"
"I wouldn't be captain if I weren't clever," she replied. "Of course, I could be powerful and not clever and still be captain."
"But of course love," I said. "I was just wondering."
"Don't call me love," she hissed and with that she lunged at me. I managed to block it quite easily and swung back. She was really nimble as she went to the side and slashed down. She was left handed?
"You're quite good at swinging around that sword darling," I whispered as we slashed and parried.
"I know how to handle any sword quite well," she replied with a grin. Even I couldn't miss the tone behind that.
"You'll just have to prove that," I replied and tried to swing low and she tumbled beneath my sword and managed to slice me in my leg. I didn't cry out though, I wasn't about to give her that sort of satisfaction.
"I told you so," she replied and leapt back away from the next few swings of my sword. She back flipped out of the way of my next slashing move and then lunged at me, ducking underneath a high swing and kicking me in my stomach. I fell backwards a little and struggled to catch my balance.
"That's interesting," I said.
"I know much about fighting," she replied. I came at her again, staggering a bit, a little on purpose. She looked at me strangely and I managed to get close to her and sliced her shoulder a little and shoved her to the ground. My crew erupted into some cheers.
"Sorry love I couldn't help it," I said, looking down at her. "You're outfit is ruined though I'm afraid. Want to surrender?"
"Now why would I want to do that?" she asked and struck out at my legs, slashing into the other one, though not as bad as the first hit she had gotten on me. She jumped up and moved to strike again and I dodged out of the way. Her crew began to cheer her on as she lunged at me again and this time, as I protected my front, she kicked my side.
"I just had a thought darling," I said, wincing in pain. Those boots of hers had hurt.
"You surrender?"
she asked. "I might be willing to let you live if you beg for
mercy."
"I'm not that weak," I
replied. "It'll be you who will be begging, but I have a
different kind of begging in mind."
"Of all the arrogant things to say," she hissed and came at me with more force. "You have no clue what you mess with."
"A woman, that's what," I replied easily. She missed a few steps and I managed to slice her side. Her strings had just been plucked and getting so emotional in a fight meant she would be at a disadvantage. She was a woman after all.
"You're making a big mistake!" Piers called out to me.
"Thanks for the advice mate," I replied and muttered afterwards. "I doubt I'll need it though, whatever mistake he's advising me against."
"Sparrow, you pitiful man, how long has it been since you've had a woman? No doubt your…charm could get you any one you desire," she said.
"I just haven't found one worth my time…recently," I said hesitantly.
"From what I heard no woman would have you. Some even wish you harm," she replied. "I'm one of them."
"What have I ever done to deserve the wish of harm from you?" I asked.
"I don't think I need to explain. That earlier comment and the rumors I've heard being more than enough," she replied and tried attacking me again. I managed to dodge and grabbed her arm with my hand.
"You shouldn't believe rumors love, it's better to hear things firsthand," I said.
"I doubt it," she replied again and broke out of my grip and pierced my shoulder with her blade and stepped back a few, swinging her blade in a triumphant down stroke.
"Wasn't that deep," I said, looking at my shoulder. It really wasn't. Hardly bled at all in my opinion.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me 'love'?" she asked angrily.
"I heard, but I don't know if I'll be able to stop," I replied, "It's quite fun with how you respond." We crossed blades several more times and the look in her eye simply grew angrier as I continued to call her 'love'.
As the fight continued I managed to poke her several times with my sword and she was nearly bleeding as much as I was. Apparently she wasn't what the legends made her out to be…
Black Winged Angel Christiana
Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl thought he was better than I was. He may be causing me to bleed, but that never meant he was going to win. The only foolish move I had made on my part was I had shed first blood. He hadn't shed any and I made the mistake of doing so.
"I suggest you surrender Sparrow," I goaded. "If you want to live it's the right thing to do." If he called my bluff on this I would be in trouble. I never ran from a fight.
"Captain…Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected. "Remember that love."
"I'll call you whatever I wish," I replied and struck him once more with my sword. "As apparently you do the same with me."
"It's just your reaction is so wonderful love," he said.
"As is yours Sparrow," I replied and we crossed blades several more times. I was almost ready to not play fair anymore, and by the looks of it, neither was he. We were almost ready to bring out our big guns. I knew what mine was, but had no clue what he had in mind for his.
"You're not going to win mate," he said and came at me again, harder and faster than he had before. I guess it was time to start not playing fair. I jumped back from him a ways, dropping my sword and drawing my daggers from my boots and throwing them at him. Throwing things was my one of my better skills. I watched as he managed to get out of the way of one but not the other, which struck him in the ankle as it whizzed past.
I gave him a victorious smile as I watched him bleed.
"That's interesting," he said and before I could respond further or move out of the way he pulled out his gun and shot it at me, striking me in the shoulder.
"AH!" I let out a cry and fell to the ground on one knee, gasping for air.
"It looks like I've won love," he said. "Come now, do you have any last words? Any offers to save your life?"
"If you think you've won you're gravely mistaken," I whispered. "With the emphasis on the grave."
Captain Jack Sparrow
"I think you're mistaken love," I said. "I think I've won."
"Doubtful," she replied, even as I took another step towards her with my sword. The moment I started to press my sword against her neck, her hands flew to her head and she fell to both her knees, crying out as if she was in pain. I had only just shot her in the shoulder, not the head.
"Are you that scared?" I asked but at that time I saw Piers move to her side and several of the female members of her crew grabbed me and flung me backwards. I watched as I picked myself up her crew returning to their ship.
"We'll have to continue this later I'm afraid," Piers said. "Captain, what's wrong?"
"Home…" she whispered. She was shaking. This woman was mad!
"I want to claim my prize mate, move out of the way," I said, aiming my gun again. "Only room for one legend, just like was said."
"I'm terribly sorry, but that's not going to happen this day," Piers replied. I pointed my gun at him and he smirked at me.
"I want my win mate," I replied, "And I aim to get it, one way or another."
"Why do you want it so bad?" Piers asked.
"I just beat a legend, much like myself," I said. "Come now mate, I have yet to see why she's a legend, and if this was all there was I deserve this win because you're pitiful."
A look of familiarity came out on his face. "I see now why she couldn't…" Without another word, Piers scooped Christiana up and ran and jumped onto his ship without touching a rope or ladder.
"What the hell?" I asked, running to the side. I shot at him but he disappeared below deck. "All hands to their stations, I want my win!" My crew scrambled to their positions. I heard Piers shout out orders to his crew as well. Were they going to run from me? I wouldn't blame them, they might have speed, but I doubted they had more power than me on their ship.
"Are we going to sink that ship sir?" Gibbs asked. I looked over at him with a smirk, and then noticed the two daggers she had thrown at me still on the deck. I walked over and picked them up. One was gleaming silver and the other looked like it was painted black.
"Of course Gibbs, we won and she's not dead yet. And it looks like we've got to sink the ship to get her," I said. "A pity, that ship is almost as nice as mine."
"They're running Captain!" one of the crew yelled and I turned back to the boat to see it catching the wind and starting to make its distance from us.
"Then we'll keep up with it!" I shouted. "I'll not let my prize get away from me!"
"Did you really mean to kill her sir?" Gibbs asked as we walked towards the helm.
"Waste something so fair? I wouldn't have done that," I replied and Gibbs gave a smile.
"Aye sir."
"Besides Gibbs, she'll want these back," I said, holding up the two daggers.
Piers
We started to get away from the ship as fast as we were able. I took the Captain below and started tending to her wounds.
"We're getting away," I whispered to her. "We're going home now, what did you see?"
"Pain," she said. "I saw red pain."
"We'll be home in several days Captain," I said and began to treat the bullet wound. The wound wasn't too deep, and I got some medical tools to remove the bullet with.
"You should have left me," she whispered. "I did loose."
"I know why you lost," I replied. "You were stupid there, why did you do what you did?"
"I wasn't thinking there for a moment. OW!" she exclaimed as I drew the bullet out of her shoulder and put bandages on it to stem the bleeding.
"I'm sorry Captain," I said hastily.
"You know, no one's going to care here, no one can see us," she said with a faint smile. "You don't have to call me Captain."
"Right, it's habit though now I'm afraid," I replied. "Captain."
"Fool," she said but smiled a bit wider.
"There's the smile I long to see on the Captain," I said.
"He's a legend, same as me," she said thoughtfully, changing the subject back to what just had happened. "I almost wish I hadn't given that challenge."
"You had me give the challenge," I pointed out. "Why'd you do it if you really didn't want to?"
"It was fun," she replied. "And I was able to gauge his skill though the fight as well."
"That's your best answer?" I asked.
"It was fun," she repeated. "That's why I said I almost wished I didn't do the challenge."
"What made you not
want to do the challenge then?"
"I
didn't want to kill someone as confident in their abilities as
myself," she replied. "Two on the sea make for interesting
times."
"That makes no sense," I replied.
"You expect me to?" she asked.
"Never mind." I said. "Hold on, then was that vision false?"
"My visions are never false, do you doubt me?"
"No Captain, I was never in doubt," I replied. She was a clever woman indeed. I pulled out my compass as the ship started to get too far ahead of us. "I'll find you lass, wherever you make birth."
Captain Jack Sparrow
What to do when we did catch up to her? What to do if we did follow her all the way to her home? I wanted my prize and I aimed to get it, but she was clever in how she avoided her loss. She had a good head on her shoulders and knew how to handle a sword very well. I picked up one of her daggers and took a closer look at it. It was very interesting. I don't think I had ever seen a dagger, or a pair of daggers like this before. I stuck it in the table and fingered the handle a little bit more, running my hand over the engravings.
"Interesting lass she is," I whispered and then a thought came to mind. How else to get her to play more fair or get her to accept her first defeat? "The legend with silver in her hair and silver on her sails. I want to know more about her, I want to see why she's called the Blacked Winged Angel."
I stood up and went out of my quarters to above deck. The sun had just started to set and we were keeping up with the Shimmering Angel as fast as we could go.
Gibbs approached me.
"Something wrong Captain?"
"I just
had a thought, a very pirate like thought too if I might add," I
replied with a smile. I raised my voice to share it. "All
hands, what say you to a kidnapping?"
"AYE CAPTAIN!"
Black Winged Angel Christiana
Jack Sparrow…no, Captain Jack Sparrow was a pirate, one of the last besides me on the Caribbean waters. And an interesting pirate he was as well. He was just like me, completely confident in himself and his abilities, most confident as he said his own name, but to each his own I guess. I assumed he was going to follow my ship, but I'd deal with that when the time came. I had been foolish in how I had handled the duel, but my next bout with him would not be the same.
I sat up in bed and ran my hands over the bandages Piers had placed over my wounds. Captain Sparrow had a few skills to be sure. I looked at my clothes in a pile on the floor, slightly stained in blood. I'd have to get out fresh clothes tomorrow. One thing Captain Sparrow was right about was my ruined outfit, it was a shame and I couldn't well wear blood stained clothes as a captain.
TBC
A/N: Savvy?
