Disclaimer: I own nothing from Pirates of the Caribbean, and Terrence's ship, crew, and adventures are all her own.
Author's Note: Classes have started, kicking into full gear yet again. Aw, summer doesn't last long when you're having fun. So if my updates are spastic (which they probably will be) I apologize. You may go weeks without an update and then some days you may check your email and get three of them from me. Who knows? (salutes)
PineAppleLint
"It's not just a keel and a haul and a deck and sails, that's what a ship needs. But what a ship is…what the Black Pearl really is…is freedom." - Captain Jack Sparrow
Jack woke up from his peaceful slumber, feeling revitalized and energized to say the least. He stretched lithely; glancing down at Terrence's sleeping form next to him.
He got out of bed, picking up his scattered clothes across the floor and yanking them on one by one. After fumbling with his boots, he leaned over and ran his tongue along the curve of Terrence's ear, grinning as he did so. She stirred but did not awaken.
Shrugging, he fumbled around his pockets, searching through the loose shillings and whatsits in his desperate attempt to find his kohl pencil. It wasn't there. Letting out a grunt of frustration, he figured he must have left it in his cabin.
Perching his tricorne hat atop of his wild mane, Sparrow opened up the door of Terrence's cabin and made his way out onto the Dancing Horizon's deck, greeting the new dawn with open arms.
Her crew was already up and at their posts, vigorously tending to the sails as the wind drastically changed direction. Jack laid his eyes on her first mate yawning sleepily at the helm. Cooks, was it? Crooks? Nooks…?
Swaggering over to the helm, Jack called, "Lovely mornin', isn't it, mate?"
When Brookes glanced over at Captain Sparrow, his eyes widened and his mouth instantly curved into a huge smile. "Erm, hello Captain Sparrow. Sleep well?"
"You could say that." Jack stared at the man quizzically as Brookes fought back laughter.
"Somethin' wrong?" Jack frowned.
"No," Brookes said, lips creased into a thin line, "Not a'tall."
Jack gazed across the deck to find the rest of the crew snickering behind their hands, staring at him in amusement.
Shooting her first mate a confused look, he said, "Well, I appreciate ye lettin' me aboard for the time being…but I should probably get back to the Pearl."
"That would be most wise," Brookes nodded.
Shooting them one last confused glare, he stood against the starboard side of the Dancing Horizon and motioned for Gibbs to bring the Black Pearl closer.
Finally in good range of the Pearl's decks, he was back on board of his ship with one agile swing.
The Pearl crew stopped what they were doing and stared.
"What in bloody Hell is WRONG wit' everyone today?!" Jack exclaimed angrily, "Everyone's been starin' at me like I've got rum flowin' out o' me ears!"
Mister Gibbs nervously took Jack aside as his own crew began to laugh uproariously.
"I think you should go take a look in a mirror…" Mister Gibbs began.
That little wench…what the hell did she do to me this time…
Not waiting for Gibbs to say another word, he stormed into his cabin and rifled through his bed stand. Extracting a small broken piece of mirror, he held it up and peered at his reflection.
Mouth dropping open, Jack let out a yowl of sheer disbelief.
Terrence had obviously had a bit of creativity pent up last night and had stolen his kohl pencil…in order to give him a unibrow, bifocals, and longer eyelashes.
Grabbing his bed sheets, he began to scrub at his face, cursing the dickens out of Terrence Gallagher.
Jack glanced angrily back in the mirror again, only to find he was smearing the black substance all over his face. Flailing onto his back on the mattress, he felt something crumple underneath him. Running a hand along his back, he realized something was pinned to the back of his coat. Tearing it off, he read it.
I bet you're angry with me, but it was worth it.
Love always,
Terrence
And even then, through his frustration and pure fury, Jack smiled.
The ocean was eerily calm. The wind had stopped…leaving the Black Pearl and the Dancing Horizon just bobbing in the choppy waters, heading in no direction.
The noon day soon beat down upon their backs, the sweltering heat toying with them mercilessly. Terrence took off her hat to wipe away the thin sheen of sweat that had accumulated on her brow.
Jacobs fumbled for the tankard hidden away in his belt, bringing it to his lips and taking a healthy gulp.
"Haven't had a day like this in a long time," Pete commented, walking up to the helm and sitting down next to her, "Perhaps it's a sign."
"You and your signs, Pete," Terrence drawled, "A cat can't take a shit without ye thinkin' it's a sign."
"And this comin' from a woman who's cursed," Pete replied dryly, "Why do I put up wit' ye, Captain? Always meddlin' in forces ye can't comprehend."
"You know ye love me," she said cheekily, nudging him with her boot.
"Eh," he grunted, waving her off, "Ye think I'd get messed up wit' trouble like ye? Ha. I feel a great deal of sympathy for Captain Sparrow."
"It's all right, Petey boy. Ye keep on hidin' your true feelings for me and I'll keep on irritatin' you," Terrence winked.
"Jesus, I'm so bored!" Jacobs whined as he stomped up to the helm, joining them.
"You're talkin' to the wrong person," she smirked, eyes glittering as she yawned.
"Don't I know it," Jacobs sighed, "What the hell can we do around here…"
"Well, you can swab the decks, clean the bilges, work the knots out of the ropes…" Terrence suggested, "…mend the sails…"
"Remind me to never take suggestions from you…ever," Jacobs remarked with narrowed eyes. Suddenly, his grin widened. "Oh, I know! A drinking game!"
"Is that all you ever think about?" Terrence asked, rolling her eyes and leaning on the helm, sighing loudly, "Rum this, rum that…" She smiled, lost in her own thoughts as she added, "You're startin' to act like Jack…"
Jacobs and Pete huffed in amusement, their gazes suddenly riveted on her. She bit her lip and glanced at the cloudy horizon, ignoring their humorous stares.
"As I said…," Pete muttered, "I feel a great deal of sympathy for Captain Sparrow right about now."
"Why the hell did I get talked into this again?!" Terrence slurred, throwing her empty bottle down on the deck. As the ship rolled about, it clattered across the floor.
"Avast!" Brookes bellowed, falling down next to where she sat Indian style, giggling like a little girl, "Avast ye!"
"Easy Brookes, easy does it," she snorted, struggling to help him up, "It's an utsher…uther…utter shame we can't hold our drink, 'ey?"
"I tink you're abshhlolutely right," he responded, clapping her on the back.
The rest of the crew huddled together, nursing their mugs at a slower rate than Terrence and her first mate had done, watching on with mild interest.
"Ye know what we haven't done in a while?" Brookes asked with a sloppy grin, "Fenced. Remember that? We'd used to compete and have fun and…"
"Is that a challenge, Brookes?" she questioned, raising one eyebrow, "'Cause if it is, I'll whup your arse from here to the Red Sea if I have to!"
He snorted in response, meanwhile struggling to release his sword from the sheath.
"No no no, Captain!" Pete groaned, "Don't get all riled up like ye did last time…we had to fix a couple sails and planks after you were done with your intoxicated outburst…"
"Halt your jabberin', good sir!" she said gallantly, standing up on wobbly legs, "I have me dignity and pride to defend! Justice WILL PREVAIL!"
"Oh Jesus…" Pete muttered, sulking.
"Aim for the sociables! Hit the goods!" Jacobs cheered, waving his rum bottle around like it was a bloody baton.
Gallagher saluted, twirling her own sword about as Brookes squinted at his.
"Does me sword look bigger o' is it just me?" Brookes asked quizzically.
"No. It was always small…" Terrence retorted with an evil grin. The men hooted with laughter, slapping their knees, watching as Brookes frowned, catching her wicked joke. Then he lunged.
Dodging it, she twirled on her toes before crouching to the ground, missing his swing at her head.
"You're a dead woman, Terrence!" Brookes shouted playfully.
"Over me dead body! Wait, that doesn't quite work…" she began but was cut off by another one of his blows. She stumbled, laughing as another fit of the dizzies gripped her.
"Give up?" Brookes panted, his sword squealing against hers as they crushed together.
"Think again," Terrence spat, throwing him off of her, causing him to tumble across the floor, head over heels.
"Hit the goods!" a rather drunk Jacobs yelled out again.
"Well, that makes three o' us," Terrence murmured before taking a swing at Brookes, who staggered away just in the nick of time.
"Come back here, ye yellow-bellied dog!" she shouted after him.
"Come and get me, coward!" he shouted back, glaring at her, sword at the ready. Suddenly, he was charging her, looking so maniacal Terrence could only turn her back to him and burst out laughing.
Unfortunately, that's when she felt the edge of the sword slice her back open.
"Clumsy son of a bitch!" she cried out, twirling around, a look of pain grasping her reddened face.
Brookes dropped his sword and stood openmouthed.
"Captain, I am truly sorry…I…" he stammered, taking her and examining the wound, "It isn't very deep…"
"Deep, shmeep! I don't give a rat's ass! You cut me like a trout, donkey arse!"
"Nice going, donkey arse!" Jacobs snickered, "Want me to fix ye up, Captain?"
She stared at him in horror. "I'll pass." She already felt the hot, sticky blood slowly seeping from her wounds, soaking her shirt and running down the small of her back.
"This will make an interesting scar," Terrence grumbled, allowing Brookes to lead her over to her cabin without much resistance. He set her down, got out the ointment and an untainted bottle of rum, and stood there, staring at her.
"Forgive me?" he pressed, crossing his arms after running a hand through his messy brown hair.
"Will ye swab the decks tomorrow?" she asked sourly.
"Yes."
"Fine. I forgive ye," she said with a bitter smile, staring up at his angelic looking face, "Guess I don't pose much o' an argument, me being drunk as well and all…"
"I'm afraid not."
"Turn around, Brookes," she ordered. He did so and she peeled off her shirt, pressing it to her breasts and turning her back to him. "Just get this over with," she sighed.
He turned back around and didn't even flinch as he stared at her suddenly half-naked form. He always had preferred to think of her as a younger sister and he had fixed her up with worse many a time before.
"I suppose fencing while smashed was a terribly bad idea," he said with a shake of his head, sitting in back of her on the mattress and sprinkling some rum on a clean cloth. He pressed it to her wound and she hissed through her teeth, growling, "Indeed."
He lifted her long black hair away from the wound and tossed it over her shoulder so it cascaded down her chest.
"This certainly looks ugly," he mused, poking at it lightly.
"Ow! Dammit, would ye quit it?" she questioned in a huff, "I never knew we were going to spill blood, Brookes."
"It wasn't me fault ye turned your back to me sword," he argued, taking the ointment and rubbing some on his fingers.
"Oh, so ye wanted to get me through the chest instead? How nice of ye to care."
Suddenly, the door burst open, causing Terrence and Brookes' heads to swivel towards the door. There stood Jack Sparrow.
Jack suddenly shook with uncontainable ferocity, jealousy, and betrayal.
Taking one look at his shocked face, Terrence knew he was getting the wrong idea. "Jack!" she gasped, "This isn't what it looks like…"
Before she could finish her sentence, Sparrow pounced at Brookes, sword bared.
Give me a J! E! A! L! O! U! S! Y! What does that spell? No JACK! It doesn't spell rum! You get this bloody question wrong every time we play the game! (sigh) I guess now I'll just have to punish you.
DON'T FORGET! PineAppleLint is having a contest! To partake in the contest, readers must submit a poem/short story about Jack and Terrence (It can be about anything you want, me dears! Let your imaginations run wild!) and it doesn't necessarily have to pertain to Trade with the Devil. The winner with the best poem or short story will have their work posted in the last chapter after the ending of Trade with the Devil, so that people can admire them for the fantastic writer they really are! And, dare I say it…they will receive the beginning chapter of the third installment of Terrence's and Jack's adventures before it's even posted on The contest shall go on until Trade with the Devil is completed. So get to it, mateys! Send your completed poem/short story to:
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Answers to reviews! Whee!
Plateado: You are the bee's knees, gal. Hope your sequel is doing fine and dandy. I'm lovin' every minute of it. And as for spittin' out chapters, that comes only once in a blue moon, dearie. (salutes) I'm off! AWAY! (flys away)
GothPrincess: You have AIM! And you registered! I am proud! (hugs) Oh yes, freaky naughty indeed. And it seems to me Jack doesn't like anyone else handlin' his woman! Mwahahahaha! Run BROOKES! Run Forrest, Run!
Hopeless-romantic84: (winks) Oh yes. Everyone loves Terrence/Jack interaction! I find it funny when some people are like, "Are all your stories going to have romance like this?" Erm, it's in the romance department, silly gooses! That's what I say. And then smack them between the eyes. Glad you're lovin' it dearie. (And hope you enjoy the possessive side of Jack)
ShadowStar21: Another chapter for ye! Hope you enjoyed it as much as the last.
Louisefamesavvy: Tenderhooks still sound incredibly painful. And as for the blumin' thing, that reminded me of Ozzy Osbourne or something. Hehee. You silly goose.
LuckySparrow: Protect Terrence, indeed! Jack may care for the gal, but that doesn't mean he likes to show it! : ) Oh yes, trying to get in tune with Jack's angry side, Jack's thoughtful side, Jack's sensitive side…and the one I love most of all…Jack's sexy side! Rowr!
Twilight-la-fae: No, you rock, gal! (points and waves) I love contest ideas, by jove! I love getting entries for this thing. It makes my day.
GreenEyedElfGurl13: Don't you love those stares? Especially if they come from Jack. (swoons) Thank you so much for all the stupendous, outrageous adjectives!
Marvel: Uh oh! Yay! I love cliffhangers, unexpected outcomes, and fuzzy endings that just aren't predictable. And if I plan to keep you on your toes? (cackles) Just you wait, dahhhling.
Emma436: Yeah, I wouldn't like to have my ear chopped off. Not my cup of tea. And I'm glad you liked the headboard thing. You are a very nice pirate. Oh, and Jack is planning to hunt you down and tickle you until you give his hat back.
Ethelkidd: Give nothin' back! Hehee. Yeah, I love entries for the contest. You are very creative by what I can tell. I'd love to see what you've written/write. Thank you so much for the compliments. Yeah, Will and Elizabeth do tend to be the 'wheels' of the story, just tagging along and thrown in here and there when needed. Thank you so much! (hugs) You rock!
Novembergrl: Snake humor is the bomb diggety. Ah, Spell Check, don't tell me diggety is spelled wrong! Gahh!
FieryGrl0491: She'll tell him about the curse prophecy in due time, dearie. Opps. Did I just say that? (smiles) You're getting sleepy…very sleepy…
Leanan Sidhe: I loved your update, gal. I was smiling the whole way through. Oh…I could think of many devious things for Olivia to do to Abberline (licks lips) but not in front of the children. SAVE THE CHILDREN! Yeah, I think I almost blacked out myself when he jumped aboard. ;) Love is like oxygen! Love is a many splendid thing, love lifts us up where you belong…all you need is love! Jack is the captain of my love boat. (and I have no doubt he is yours too)
Pirate Gyrl: Your emails are so uber delightful! I love receiving them. Ah yes, the poor tortured crew. What they have to go through when Terrence and Jack fight like meddlin' little children…I almost feel sorry for them. : )
NazgulGirl: Gimli! I'm not Gimli! I'm PineAppleLint! Here me roar! ;) Nice hearing from you, dahhlin'!
Delly: Oh Jack…(tsk tsk tsk) Just couldn't let his gal get away, could he? Will this mean his LIFE will be taken?! I'm not telling! Mwahahahahaha!
DarkGoddessLuna: Greece! Wowza! I need to know details, details! I want to travel across the world so bad…mostly I have a hankering to visit Paris. Oh yes, I loved your entry! Very moving. Never doubt yourself…you have major talent.
Evil cats n spiders: Do you like cats? Or spiders? Just asking. ;) Well, it's a romance! And so they show their love! See, when a man likes a woman… (everyone shrieks and runs away) Opps.
TheSiriusSparrow: Too bloody long, indeed! Thank you for reviewing Alex. You are one cool cat. Call yourself ball and socket, cuz you're hip. Mwahahaha! Yes, join the contest! Urge to herbal! And my sudden burst of energy ends in 5 4 3 2 1…whew.
Lady Quinn: Ohh, camping! That sounds like muchos fun. Thank you so much for reading. I hope you liked this chapter!
Loony: Wow, the Swiss Alps? You poor gal. (sends you a care basket full of Jack Sparrow's boxers) Whee! I hope this chapter has your stamp of approval. And I just had a mental image of you holding up a stamp and shaking your finger at me. Scary. Titalizing. LoL The best word…ever.
The Dutchess of Doom: Hello dear! Yay, you updated today! I was so happy, oh so happy! And I hope I got the quote, for last chapter I had to have read the chapter three times, searching for the dang quotes to no avail! Ah well. Love your work! Thank you so much for reading and always telling me what you think. It really means a lot to me.
Nikki Staggerwall: Haha, I'm Lovin' It! Ahhh! Commercial time! (Jack holds up a cheeseburger and takes one slow, sexy bite) I'm Lovin' THAT! ;) Thank you so much for reviewing.
The Bride: Thank you for giving me your true opinion! I have understood they might act a little differently…I've noticed it also, but I've also noticed Terrence has matured. And as for Jack? Well, who knows? He's a firecracker, that one. Thank you for giving me criticism…there's not a lot of good readers out there that will give good constructive thoughts.
Sparrow'sWench: Jaimie, you rock, gal! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you liked this chapter. ;)