Thank you for all the amazing comments. Now here's the second chapter of my fan fiction.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean... although the plot is mine, if you steal it I will track you down. I'm serious; don't make me send my ass-raping monkeys after you!
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Mercy blinked, where am I? She wondered, rubbing her eyes. Her vision was blurry and she could only see shapes for the time being. A rather large, round looking shape stepped into her line of vision.
"Jack!" The round shape called. "She's awake!"
Jack? Who was Jack? Another shape poked its head around what she supposed must have been a door frame; after all, you can't poke your head through a wall now can you?
"Brilliant observation Mr. Gibbs." A slightly slurred voice answered.
Ah, that Jack.
"Just doin' me job sir." The sarcasm made a slight whistling noise as it passed over the shapes head.
Mercy's vision cleared slightly but her thoughts still couldn't straighten out. She knew she was lying ...somewhere with Captain Jack Sparrow and a round, rather cuddly looking man but it wasn't quite registering that she really didn't want to be there.
"Think I damaged her brain?" Jack wondered, walking into the room. "Old Eddie wouldn't be happy with me if I damaged any brain cells." He reached out and poked Mercy.
That's when she realized where she was and why she was there in the first place. Her vision immediately sharpened and she grabbed hold of Jacks finger.
"No Captain Jack, you didn't manage to kill any brain cells, guess you're not a man of luck after all." Mercy said, sitting up. Her grip tightened on Jack's finger as her world began to spin.
"Really? Well it seems I am a man of luck seeming as how you are unlucky enough to be dizzy and disoriented which makes me lucky by default... savvy?"
Mercy blinked... his chatter was not helping.
"Jack, I think you should leave the girl alone, you did knock her out after all, you should be considerate and let her recover." Mr. Gibbs said. Mercy looked at him. By God it's Santa Clause!
"I'm fine I don't need to recover." Mercy said, standing up. She wobbled a bit, taking a step or two to each side before regaining her balance. "Bring me my sword and we'll see if Jack Sparrow has the nerve to fight me in a fair duel."
"Captain!" Jack exclaimed. "I'm a captain!"
"Captain, first mate, Janitor, same difference. A coward's a coward no matter what title he gives himself."
Jack smirked and drew his sword. "Alrighty Mr. Gibbs, hand the girl her sword."
Gibbs looked at Jack, then shrugged, handing Mercy one of the swords he had taken from her while she was unconscious. "Best of luck to ya lass." He said. "Yer going to need it." He muttered.
"Well, now that we've both got our sharp objects I suggest we remove ourselves from this room and go some where a little less... small." Jack said, turning around and walking out the door. Mercy followed, stumbling slightly.
When she passed through the door her jaw dropped, she was on one of the most magnificent ships she'd ever seen. Black sails bellowed in the wind, flapping to and fro in a terribly dramatic way. The deck was covered in rope and all manner of odd things, the crew was no acception. The strangest assortment of men she had ever seen roamed the decks of this ship. One in particular caught her eye, he came up to about her waist, he couldn't have been more then 3'0.
Jack led her up a staircase and onto the part of the ship where the steering wheel was. "There we go, much more room for a fight." He grinned drawing his sword.
Mercy grinned as well. "Why don't we make it more then just win or lose."
"I'm listening." Jack tilted his head to the side.
"I lose, I'll serve under your command for one year, you lose you come back to Port Royal with me."
Jack grinned. "Deal." He said without hesitation, reaching out his hand for Mercy to shake. Mercy took it gladly. I'll have his head hanging from the bow of my ship in no time. She thought to herself.
Jack stepped away and took a fighting stance while Mercy readied her sword.
"Go!" Mr. Gibbs shouted, none of that count down nonsense.
Mercy lunged forward, making a sharp jab at Jack's stomach. He easily blocked it and returned a strike of his own, swinging at her head. Mercy ducked, turning and swinging her sword around as well, it was headed right for Jack's side.
Jack jumped out of the way, knocking her sword from her hands with little effort. He grinned and moved to stand between her and her sword, wide stanced and cross armed. Mercy returned the grin before diving between his legs, scooping up her sword as she skidded to a stop. Mercy stood and took off over the rail.
Jack turned around. "I should have seen that one coming." He muttered before following the girl.
She stopped and turned around once she reached the middle of the deck. All eyes on board were now riveted on her and Jack.
Jack walked slowly towards the girl, she was under estimating him and it was obvious to everyone but Mercy herself who still stood firm in her belief that she could beat him.
She grinned in his direction." You must be getting old Jack, there was a time when 'Captain Jack Sparrow' would have taken me out in 30 seconds flat, or at least, that's what I've heard. Maybe the tails of greatness, the heroic adventures are just stories fabricated by the legend himself." Mercy sneered.
"You've got a tongue as sharp as your sword girl, I'll give you that." Jack said, walking up to her. "But let's see if you're as quick on your feet as you are with your words." He lunged forward, thrusting his sword towards her stomach, Mercy ducked out of the way, wobbling slightly. Their swords clashed repetitively and the sound of steel on steel bounced off the walls of the ship. Mercy took off again, racing towards the stairs. Her foot caught on the first step and she fell forward, turning around just in time to see Jack lower his sword and press it lightly against her throat.
"Looks like I win love." He grinned. Mercy glared and slapped away the hand he offered her. "Also looks like you're in for a year of service on the Pearl."
"Don't remind me." Mercy said, not budging from her position on the stairs... actually she didn't think she would have been able to even if she'd wanted to, her legs were shaking so much she didn't think they'd support her weight.
"Up you come then." Jack said, lifting her up and hoisting her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Blimey you're light."
"Put me down you pervert!" Mercy yelled when she noticed that Jack had managed to place his hand directly on her back side. This served to send to crew into peels of laughter. Mercys cheeks glowed bright red from anger and embarrassment. She kicked her legs and pounded on Jacks back with surprising force for someone so petite.
Jack wobbled a bit, her constant wriggling was throwing him off balance, but then again that wasn't difficult to do, considering, as usual he was half drunk. "Calm down sweet heart." Jack said, patting her bottom.
Mercy blushed even harder "PUT ME DOWN!" She yelled. Jack sighed and shook his head. He swung her down off of his shoulder and plunked her down on the deck.
"Alrighty then love. Anna Maria, can you get her some proper clothes, these are falling apart."
Mercy looked down at herself, she hated to admit it, but he was right. He clothes were in a terrible state. She wished she had have noticed it sooner as half of her breast seemed quite content to fall out of one of the many rips. She blushed and crossed her arms over her chest.
"Aye, god knows she needs some." Replied a tall African American woman, her long curls hung down in her face. Mercy supposed that this was Anna Maria. "Come on." She said, grabbing Mercys arm and leading her to a small cabin a bit away from the one she had woken up in. "Sit down." Anna Maria said pointing to the bed. Mercy swallowed her pride and sat down as Anna Maria began rummaging through one of the many trunks that graced her room.
"So, how do you know Jack?" She asked, holding up a long beige skirt and then shaking her head and placing it back in the trunk.
"I don't." Mercy replied.
"Oh really now, then why are you so keen on fighting him?" Anna Maria questioned.
"Grudge."
"How can you hold a grudge against someone you've never even met?" Anna Maria asked, tossing her a long scarlet skirt and light brown shirt. "Put these on."
Mercy frowned but obliged. She picked up the clothing and walked over to a tall screen that she had not noticed before, slipping behind it, she began to change. "He killed my father, I was planning on killing him but, obviously it back fired."
"Obviously." Anna Marie smirked.
"Alright Alright. I got beaten twice in the same day, I get it."
"Actually, you've been out for two days."
"Really?"
"Yes, you had every one in quite a panic. Even Jack was starting to worry."
"He...was worried?" Mercy questioned, sticking her head out from behind the screen.
"Well of course he was! Jack's a decent man, you have to understand that. It was only natural for him to worry. He did almost kill you after all."
Mercy emerged from behind the screen. Frowning at her reflection in the mirror Anna Maria held up for her. The shirt was more like a dress, reaching her knees and the scarlet skirt fit no better, pooling on the floor, making it look as if she had a train.
"You're much too tiny to properly fit any of my clothes." Anna Maria said, sighing. "It'll just have to do, let's see to that hair of yours shall we?" advancing towards Mercy. Eyeing her long blonde hair Anna Maria smiled. She was being un-charisticly nice to this newest addition to the crew. She actually sort of liked the girl, Mercy had spunk, and that was a very endearing think in Anna Maria's slightly twisted heart.
"What about my hair?" Mercy questioned suspiciously, for her there were two things you never messed with, her hair and her swords.
"Well you can't very well go around with your hair hanging down in your face now can you?"
"Well, I suppose not but-"
"No buts, it's going up."
"Yours isn't up!"
"I know how to keep mine out of my way."
"So do I!"
Their little argument continued on like that for quite a while, well it was more like good natured bickering then arguing. All the same, Jack grew so impatient at waiting for them that he made his way to Anna Maria's room.
"Excuse me" He said rather impatiently as he stuck his head around the door frame. "But-" Jack stopped; he was now viewing one of the most hilarious scenes he had ever laid eyes on. Anna Maria had a firm grip on Mercy's hair; Mercy in turn had a firm grip on Anna Maria's. The two were bickering about wearing their hair up. Jack cleared his throat loudly, causing both of them to look up.
"There's a crew waiting for you to be introduced to them." he said, sounding highly amused. Mercy opened her mouth to say what the crew could do while they were waiting but Jack quickly silenced her, knowing that whatever she had to say, it couldn't be civil. "Come on, get a move on."
Mercy stuck her tongue out but stood up just the same, a deal was a deal. Anna Maria grinned at her before she left. "Welcome aboard the Black Pearl Mercy." She winked.
"Come on, we haven't got all day" Jack grumbled and started walking back up to the deck, Mercy followed him grudgingly. As they emerged Mercy was once again struck by the amazing ship, she was awe of the huge black sails, it really was beautiful.
Jack lead her through the crowd of crew members that had gathered on the deck and started up the same set of stairs she had tripped over, she halted at the bottom and grumbling, hiked up her skirt so she could ascend the stairs without making an even bigger fool of herself. She felt ridiculus enough as it was in her over sized clothes.
Without a word jack walked over to the rail, obviously expecting to follow him, she stubbornly stayed at the top of the stairs.
"May I present the newest-" Jack looked around, suprised to find that Mercy was not standing by his side. "May I present-" He started again while gesturing wildly to Mercy in an attempt to make her come up and stand beside him. She didn't budge. Jack cleared his throat before marching over to her. "What, pray tell, is the matter with you?"
"I'm not just some thing to be put on display." Mercy said, crossing her arms.
"Don't be ridiculas, you're not on display, I'm just showing you to the crew." Mercy rolled her eyes, what a huge difference. Jack sighed. "Well, if you won't walk." He picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder again. "You'll just have to be carried."
"Put me down." Mercy snarled through her teeth.
"Nope." Jack said brightly. He proceeded to walk back to the railing. "May I present the newest addition to our crew, Mercy Calder!" He said loudly. Then turning around so that Mercy was facing the crew he said, grinningly. "Say hi Mercy."
"Bite me." Mercy replied.
"If it's all the same to you I'd rather not, Mr. Gibbs, kindly take this for me." He said, moving Mercy so he was holding her bridal style.
"Yes'sir." Mr. Gibbs replied, walking up the stairs and taking Mercy from him.
"And if she's up for it have her give Elizabeth a hand in the kitchen would you?" Jack added.
"Yes'sir."
And thus began Mercy's service on the Pearl.