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Mlle.Fox

Mignonette gasped as a large splash lapped up on desk, soaking her to the bone. She shook her head, trying to get the hair out of her face, as two of Captain Sparrow's men, one short, greasy, bald and fat, the other tall, skinny, resembling a scarecrow with a wooden eye burst out laughing from where they stood pulling in sails. Suddenly the quartermaster, Mr. Gibbs yelled at them,

"Pintel! Ragetti! Back to work, you lazy dogs!" The men jumped and continued their duties, as the barrel chested old Scotsman with graying muttonchops asked Mignonette,

"Ye alright lass?" Mignonette cast her gaze to the deck she was being forced to scrub once more.

"Yes...yes I'm fine...thank you Mr. Gibbs."

"Welcome lass. Missed a spot." Gibbs told her pointing to the deck before walking away. Mignonette sighed dryly as she told herself the deck was just going to get wet again by the waves, so why bother scrubbing the decks at all? She put her scrub brush back in her bucket and then took it to the deck, her hands aching, her lower back screaming in pain. Her fair skin was roasting in this Caribbean sun. And now the indignity of having a wet dress that clung to her figure around these scalawags. It was totally humiliating.

But her greatest frustration and concern was Captain Jack Sparrow. All day he watched her from his post at the helm out the corner of his eye. And his face was nothing but suspicion. It forced Mignonette to stay silent about her complaints. For no maid would shirk at hard work.

And while Captain Sparrow was suspicious, he was also a little turned on. So far the beautiful subject of his sketches had proved him wrong about herself. And Jack Sparrow was never wrong. And the way she looked in that soaked dress right now was causing him to tense up and grip the helm a bit tighter than normal. As he began to wonder if she had ever been kissed before, Will came up to the quarterdeck and asked Jack,

"Do we have a heading today Captain?" Pulling out his compass, Jack turned his mind back to business as he said,

"Well let's have a look see..." But to his wonder, the compass needle spun around once and pointed straight to Mignonette. Uh oh...not good...

"Um..."Jack started as the needle followed Mignonette on the deck as she stood on shaky legs and practically fell on her way over to the railing to fetch some more water for her bucket.

"Jack?" asked Will concerned. Jack snapped his compass shut and said pointing out to the sea,

"South by Southwest, Mr. Turner...ten degrees..." Will furrowed his brow,

"That takes us straight to Tortuga...I thought you didn't want us to go there just yet...but sack a few more ships?" Jack searched for an answer, then found one,

"Aye...but I changed my mind. Sides...Don't want our new crew member whining about sending her note off to her sister ay?" Will shrugged and walked off,

"If you say so Jack...I'll tell the crew."

"Good lad!" Jack exclaimed cheerfully. Then his expression dropped as he watched Mignonette again, fingering his compass with consideration across his brow.

That night, Mignonette tossed and turned in her hammock. Visions of a boy with large brown eyes and shaggy brown hair invaded her dreams. She saw him with a man, a sailor by the looks of things. The boy sat on the man's knee as he weaved elaborate yarns about the sea, waving his bejeweled hands about wildly. The boy had a look of complete awe.

A flash of a dark haired beauty and the scene shifted to a dark and stormy night. The boy was before the fire, lying on his stomach and drawing with charcoal. He was a wonderful artist. He drew the sea and of a great ship with black sails. The beauty, a woman obviously the boy's mother, was doing her chores when the father burst in, strapping on his baldric.

"I've just received word...we must sail tonight..." he said.

"When will you be back?" asked the woman in fear. The man paused and whispered,

"I may not be..." The boy lifted up his head and asked,

"Da?" The man walked over to stand before his son who sat on the floor with his legs tucked under him.

"Now you be a good lad Jack...Don't sass your mother..."

"Will you bring me back a present?" the boy asked eagerly. The man chuckled,

"You have the greed of a pirate Jack..don't ever let it get the best of ye, Savvy?"

"Savvy."

Mignonette woke with a start as her hammock dumped her unceremoniously onto the floor on the crew's quarters. She look under the makeshift curtain that gave her privacy from the men, seeing several pairs of feet run by. She heard the ship's bell going off in the distance. The Pearl was lurching and rocking greatly. Groaning from the howling wind outside. Gibbs ran back into the quarters yelling,

"Come on you gits! Move it! The Pearl needs to make it through!"

"Mr. Gibbs! What's happening?" asked Mignonette.

"All hands on deck lass! We've run into a storm! Mighty strong too...we need every hand we got to get her through."Gibbs said hauling her to her feet. She followed him saying,

"But I know nothing of sailing!"

"Well then! Ain't no better time to learn is there?" asked Gibbs with a gleam in his eye as Mignonette gulped audibly. Immediately she became soaked as the waved crashed upon the decks and the rain beat down into her face. Gibbs helped her over to the sail where she began pulling with a lot of sailors trying to let out the sails. As Gibbs tied down some rope, he ordered Mignonette,

"Minnie! Go over to the starboard side and secure the lifeboats!"

"I don't know how!" she yelled over the roar of the storm.

"Just pretend you're lacing up a corset!" Gibbs yelled. Mignonette nodded, knowing she at least knew how to do that. She began to fight to get to the other side. She kept dropping to the deck, rocking back , two steps than from where she started. Then the Pearl pitched sharply and she flew across the deck threatening to fall overboard. She crashed into the mizzen mast, clutching at it with her life. Suddenly a pair of callous hands grabbed her arms and pulled her to her feet. She snapped her eyes open shocked to find herself staring into the wild and intense brown orbs of Captain Sparrow. Then she felt his hands wrap themselves around his waist. In instinct she leaned in, parting her lips in want. He surprised her by pulling tightly on the securing line he had tied around her waist.

"Never fight a storm without a rope around ye, Savvy?" he told her over the waves. She nodded meekly, very confused at the concern in his eyes. Then the ship pitched again, sending them both back up against the mizzen, Jack raising a hand to steady himself. His other hand held onto her waist, and before they knew it, they were closer than ever. Jack could no longer hear the storm nor see it. He just kept his focus on those dazzling eyes of hers. Her hair was wet and blowing behind her from the wind, her cheeks were rosy red, a rather tempting image indeed. Mignonette felt her heart racing and it was not merely from the storm. Even dripping wet he smelled musky and like heaven. Their lips were so close to touching.

"Cap'n! Should we drop canvas?" called Pintel. Snapping out of the spell, Jack released her saying softly,

"Later..." He then stomped off shouting out orders as Mignonette collected herself before dragging herself to the lifeboats yet to be latched down. What did he mean when he said, 'Later'?

A few hours later they broke free of the storm, riding into the warm sunlight of early morning. Mignonette practically collapsed on the deck from exhaustion. Every muscle in her body ached and she knew she pulled something. Jack caught his breath addressing the crew,

"Nice job mates...Round of rum on me when we reach..."

"LAND AHOY!" called up the watch having just returned to the crow's nest. The crew looked at the approaching horizon and began to cheer. Mignonette pulled herself up to see what all the fuss was about. There was a stretch of green land before them as they sailed into a round, crescent bay.

"Tortuga..."muttered Jack happily as he stood by Mignonette's side.

A/N: Coming Soon to F . F . Net

Phangirl

Erik has made a mask that truly hides his face from the outside world and makes him look like any other man. Finally free of his days as the Phantom of the Opera, he moves out to the countryside of France and buys a vast estate hoping for peace at last, still a mistrustful, solitary man. But that all changes the day he (literally) bumps into Mlle. Chantal Petain. A shy, quite but beautiful bookworm, Chantal is shunned by all the other girls in the small village for her meek ways. Which is what draws Erik to her to seek a friendship. But soon, that friendship turns to love and Erik finds himself struggling to tell her so. Then...she drops a bombshell on him. She tells Erik of her greatest fantasy. To have the Phantom of the Opera fall in love with her. Too stunned to speak, Erik listens as how she explains to him that since the famous disaster, young woman all around France's countryside have formed a small community called, 'Phan-girls'. They all share a great love of the scandalous and romantic story they read in the papers and dream of the Phantom taking them underground to his kingdom of music. And if it couldn't get any worst, some young men in the town discover Chantal's secret longing and make a wager with a snobbish newcomer to see that if he can bed her while posing as the Opera Ghost himself. When Erik discovers this, he now finds himself in the role of 'handsome fop' with a true villain casting a dangerous spell over Chantal. Can Erik reveal his past, his love and his true face to Chantal before it's too late?