Okay, first I am going to thank my one reviewer, Pretty Girl, for being so loyal and reviewing unlike you others who are reading this and not saying anything! I know you're out there. I checked my stats. insert evil laugh here Next, I just recently saw DMC, Great movie, I laughed a million times but it had a very bad ending. I almost cried. Can't wait for the 3rd which I hear is coming out sometime late '07. Okay, that's all I have to say, to the story!
Dawn came quickly to Jack. His eyes opened slowly to find the warm, tender frame of Delilah clinging to him. She looked so peaceful. Her beautiful face, however, was tainted with a few scars and a bruise that nearly covered half of the milk white skin. He wanted to return to Tortuga for the man responsible for the marks. She shuffled a little in his arms, waking Jack from his plot of revenge. He grinned down at her sleeping form and gently slipped out of her grasp. He left the cabin silently, as to not wake her and found his way to the helm where Gibbs stood, keeping the ship on course.
"Morning, Captain," greeted the gruff voice of the Pearl's first mate. "I trust you and the lass slept well." The two men exchanged smiles as Jack ensured the ship was still heading Northeast and then took control from him. Before Gibbs could move on to his deck work, he was compelled to ask a question about the young woman that lay in the cabin below their feet. "What is she doing here, captain? Why did ye bring her aboard?"
Jack had struggled with the very same question since they left Tortuga. Why had he saved a bar wench from the hurtful hands of her husband? More importantly, why hadn't he just left her there in that ally? He wouldn't admit to himself, let alone Gibbs, that the very sight of the woman made his heart race or that one look into her turquoise eyes could send a chill across his body. Instead, he looked at his first mate with a smirk across his lips and opened his mouth to speak but stopped when a delicate figure stepped into his line of site. Gibbs followed the captain's gaze and what he saw made his jaw drop. On the deck before them stood Delilah for the first time. The bright Caribbean sun reflecting off her white chemise, pale skin and red hair gave her a radiating, angelic glow. For an instant, it almost looked as if she were an angel. Time seemed to stop as her bare feet slowly climbed the stairs to the two men.
"Good morning, gentlemen." She finally said.
"Good morning, lass," began Gibbs. "I take it you are feeling better?" Delilah smiled and nodded.
"Gibbs, go get some sleep." Jack ordered, not liking the way he had looked at her. With a small grumble, Gibbs headed below deck. "What is it ye be wantin', lass?" He asked with a slight hint of anger in his voice.
"I've been in that damned cabin for days. I just wanted some fresh air," she began defensively.
"You're not well. Ye need your rest."
"I'm well enough to walk about the ship for some air."
"Well, if you're well enough to leave the cabin, you're well enough to work. Anamaria, find this girl some clothes." Delilah looked at Jack to protest before she was pushed back below deck by the coco hands of Anamaria. As her eyes readjusted to the darker light, a handful of clothes were tossed at her.
"These should fit you." Delilah looked up at the woman for the first time. Her shoulder length, black hair framed her dark-skinned face. She wore men's clothing but her hips were slightly accented with a sash holding a pistol to her left side and a cutlass to her right. Her tight breaches were tucked into a pair of slightly worn boots. Her face was stern and her eyes narrowed as she returned the inspecting gaze. Underneath the strong, almost hateful face, laid a beautiful woman. Her skin an even, dark color that accented her dark brown eyes perfectly. "Ye got a name?" she asked in a voice that was somehow strong but sweet at the same time.
"N-no, not one that I can remember," she stuttered, still trying to asses the situation. She sorted the garments in her hands slowly, inspecting them closely.
The woman thought to herself for a second. "Morgana. We'll call you Morgana." A moment passed between the two women before Anamaria snapped. "Get dressed! There's work to be done!" The newly proclaimed Morgana jumped at the order and stepped into the tan britches that had been handed to her moments before. They were a snug fit but Anamaria ensured her they would stretch to fit her. She tucked her shirt in and pushed on a pair of knee-high boots. Their once deep black leather was now so worn they appeared to be a light gray.
When finally the women resurfaced, all deck movement stopped as a slow, gentle tapping of boots worked across the damp boards. The newly proclaimed Morgana looked less angelic than before but still radiated under the bright sun. She looked across the faces that were studying her so intently and began to pull into herself. Suddenly there was a loud voice from just above her and the crew, including Anamaria, scrambled about. Morgana followed the voice back to the helm where Jack still stood.
"Captain?" He turned to face her and a smile tugged at his lips. "Morgana reporting for orders."
A smile graced his face. "Morgana? Did Anamaria come up with that? It suits you. Means radiant white sea. Now, I want you to go below and help Chimins with the cooking."
"But I can't cook, at least I don't think I can."
"Then it would be best for ye to learn from the best." She studied him closely then let out a loud sigh. She could feel deep down that she was not meant to caged in some hot kitchen below deck. Though she wanted to, Morgana would not argue with the man who had saved her life.
So, she slowly walked down into the shadows and into the kitchen where stood a large man. She slowly approached the man from behind. He was at least six-and-a-half feet tall. Her heart pounded in her chest as she began to speak.
"M-Mr. Chimins?" The man turned around and a grim look covered his face. "The captain wanted me to help you with the cooking." she said defensively. A smirk spread across his face as he pushed a piece of his grimy, graying hair from his eyes with a knife and studied her closely.
"It be a pleasure to be meetin' you, miss…"
She was relived at the sound of his voice. It was a kind, gentle voice that almost cooed. "Morgana, Mr. Chimins. My name's Morgana."
"Ye won't be needin' to call me mister, young miss. You know anything about cookin'?"
"I can't remember."
"Right then, ye take this knife and finish choppin' these potatoes. Just make sure ye watch your fingers." Chimins reviled a three-fingered hand.
AN: And now I give you the continuing saga of The GothyFaery and her pirate captain!
Rats in the Theaters
"What be our destination?" asked the pirate as he climbed into the passenger seat of the Faery's car.
"The movies and then the beach. Dead Man's Chest came out today and I have to see it."
"Why not just let me tell ye how it ends now and spare ye the tears in the end?"
"NO!" A loud 'eep' rang from her shirt.
"What was that?" Then the black head of Faery's rat peaked up over her bodice. "Rat! Ye can't take a rat to the movies."
"You can if they don't see her. Now Gwen, you need to hide until we get in the theater. After one very reckless car trip to the movie house, the captain was dragged into a very dark room and forced to watch the events which he had already lived through. Two hours and thirty-one minutes later, Faery, Jack and Gwen slowly walked out of the building and sat in her car again.
"How could you let me go see something like that?" she finally cried. "You knew how it would end, why put me through such torture?"
"Torture? You were laughing so hard ye cried."
"But that ending. Why didn't you tell me you…" She stopped there unable to speak the words.
"Let me tell ye about what happens next." Her face lit up and she listened intently to the captain's tale as she steered the car to the beach.