The beginning of my first multi-chapter story is finally here!
And, surprise, surprise, it is a Jack/OC not a Will/OC Now there's something no one expected…
Summary: He was a legend in my eyes, but that wasn't going to stop me. He was what I always wanted. JackOC
Disclaimer: I don't own POTC—just my OC character: Madeline "Maddie" Toress.
"Care to tell ole' Jack what yer up to?" A tall man with kohl rimmed eyes snarled. The young girl within his grasp winced, trying to loosen his hold on her auburn curls.
"Let me go first!" the girl hissed, her gray-blue eyes flashing. Twisting her slender body around, she pounded on Jack's chest. The Captain smirked.
"Let's see love. Ye push me off a dock, steal me plunder, and then try to steal me ship? No thanks," Sparrow replied sarcastically, yanking the girl's hair harder, so that her slim neck was bared.
"Commandeer…" she corrected, biting back a gasp of pain. "Captain, it's not in yer best interest to be hurtin' a lady, now, is it?" she said softly, her voice naught but a whisper. Jack groaned.
"Ye are no lady, ye filthy wench," he spat, flinging her to the ground.
"Well, El Capitan," the girl sniffed. "This 'filthy wench' has got a name!" She brushed off her pale gold shirt, standing up off of the sand.
"Do tell love." Her right eye twitching, she placed a hand on her brown breech clad hip.
"Toress. Madeline Toress, Captain of the Freedom's Pursue," Maddie said. Jack frowned.
"See to it ye don't touch my ship, Captain," he said, his tone mocking. "Savvy?" he muttered, stalking away. The girl watched Jack drunkenly stagger down the beach, back towards the docks, a magnificent black ship lying in the near distance.
"Aww…" Maddie crooned quietly once Jack was out of earshot. "…Yer not escaping my grasp that easily. I've waited too long for this, and now, it's the opportune moment." She sauntered off, whistling a raunchy tune to herself.
It would take more than that for the infamous Captain Sparrow to leave her sight. Oh yes, she'd waited much too long for this day—the day when she'd show Sparrow just what was going through her mind.
Yes I know, painfully short and somewhat of a cliffhanger at the end, but I'm trying to get out a start. I'm not much good on writing multi-chapter stories.
Conductive criticisms accepted—I would appreciate reviews! Hopefully updates will come sooner than later.
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Alyx
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