Disclaimer: I own nothing from Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, I
would invite all of you over for a PotC party and we could dress up Jack
Sparrow in short shorts and gander at his lovely tan legs. Yum!
Wow, I'm watching PotC while writing this and I keep getting sidetracked. Ooh, swordfight scene! Go Jack! "You cheated...pirate!" Mwahahahaha! (ahem) Sorry for the delay, me dears...now without further ado, enjoy chapter 13!
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Jack was a very impatient man. He never liked waiting for anybody, especially not someone like June Oleander...who seemed to like taking her damn time just so she can enjoy seeing his right eye twitch.
He had reappeared in McDowelle's shop fifteen minutes ago to tell her to move her arse along, but so far they were still talking and completely ignoring him standing there. Every once in a while Devon would catch his eye and blow him a kiss or wink at him, just to irritate him further. Finally, his self control broke.
"That's it!" he cried, "Oleander, we're leaving. NOW."
The three women glanced up in mock-surprise and June checked her invisible watch, saying, "Oh, how the time flies!"
"Indeed!" Regan exclaimed sarcastically, eyeing Sparrow in distaste. He was like a little boy throwing a tantrum when he didn't get his way.
"June..." he growled, "...I've noticed you're not movin'."
"Oh, I'm not?" She stared down at herself and said, "Huh! By Jove, you're right!"
"Do ye need help, lass? Did ye lose feelin' in your legs o' are ye just trying to get on me last nerves once again?"
"Hmm...I think the latter," Devon chimed in with interest.
"I suppose Devon's right," June said with a grin, "You know me."
"Fine...ye want to act like that, that's fine." Sparrow stormed over to a suspicious June and with one swoop, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
She let out a shout so shrill, Sparrow could have sworn his ear drums quaked.
"Lay off o' the screamin', ye bloody nuisance!" he shouted back, carrying her through the doorway with difficulty as she thrashed in his hold.
"Stupid, barbaric, ugly pirate from HELL!" she cried, clearly enraged as her face flushed a deep red, "I'll cut off your sociables for this, Jack!"
"It's Cap'n Jack, luv," he responded with a grin. He dropped her out in the street. Regan and Devon followed the fighting pirates outside so they could watch the show.
Standing up angrily, she stared menacingly at a chuckling Jack. Of course, Jack stopped chuckling once he felt saliva hit his face and trickle down his cheek.
She spit on him! That mangy hellcat spit on him! He made an attempt to grab her but she broke off into a dead run. He sighed, watching June looking over her shoulder, shouting her hurried goodbyes and waving to Devon and Regan as she sprinted off and out of their sights.
Wiping the spit off of his face with his sleeve and trying to regain the last bit of his dignity, he said, "Well, me lovely ladies, I fear I must bid ye farewell for now."
Regan crossed her arms, rolled her eyes a bit before saying, "You mean you are expecting to cross paths with us again, Captain Sparrow?"
"I wouldn't doubt it for a second, me luv," he answered, eyes twinkling. His grin widened when he noticed Devon slowly sauntering up to him and ran a finger across his shoulders before saying softly, "Do I get a goodbye treat?"
"Well, I was expectin' to take the chivalrous and mysterious exit, ye know, vanishin' without a trace as to make ye gels pine over me absence, but I suppose a fair goodbye will do." And with that, Devon hoisted him to her by grabbing the front of his coat and mouths molded together with intense heat.
"I'm goin' inside," Regan muttered, "Ta!" Grumbling to herself about the indecencies of public intimacy, she stomped into her shop, immediately occupying herself by studying her ledgers.
June had better come back with their portion of the plunder. Because if she didn't, there would be hell to pay.
Regan wasn't one to be messed with. After all her years of experience of being brought up and raised in Tortuga, she learned that she had to grab opportunity and show it who's boss or be walked all over. It had taken Regan her entire childhood to grow some sort of backbone. Now, she seemed to have the strongest backbone in the Caribbean. Only the foolish or the courageous dare provoke her.
Jack and June had been two of the few that dared to dream. Regan preferred to categorize them under the 'fools'. Sure, she figured the two pirates were brave at heart, but they also had that silly aura surrounding them. Life was a game and they were the top players.
Devon sauntered in, looking particularly pleased with herself as she sank down into a chair and watched Regan fiddle with her papers. Regan finally glanced up, sighing as she asked, "Have a nice chat?"
Duville's grin grew even more wicked, if that was even possible. Her eyes seemed to slant upwards, her mouth formed in the slyest of smiles. Her lips were swollen from, well, obvious kissing. And her face was flushed a deep red. Not many men caused such a reaction to flare to life in the calm and in-control Devon Duville.
"Chat? Of course, yes, definitely," she answered and pulled down the sleeve of her plain black shirt. And there, located on the tanned flesh of her shoulder blade, was a glistening set of teeth marks, freshly created.
Regan snorted and went back to studying her ledgers. "I'm loosin' business," she said aloud, "Perhaps you're bad luck. Get out o' here, Devon, before I'm forced to live in the ditch and eat rats from me failin' business."
Devon chuckled and began chewing her fingernails before mumbling, "June will come back with a hefty fortune. Just ye wait and see, dearie. Then there will be no more worries about livin' in ditches o' eatin' raw rats."
"I suppose you're right." Glancing out the dirty window, Regan realized it had started to rain. Water droplets softly began to patter against the roof and windows. Black clouds were rolling in mercilessly. The sky rumbled in warning.
Regan added softly, "Our luck's goin' to change."
"We'll start over. Perhaps sail the world on our own ship, aye? What do ye think o' that?"
Regan closed her ledger gently and smiled. "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all."
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June quickly crept through the steady downpour, ignoring the rain that was soaking her to the bone. Her hair fell in a mess of tangles around her face, dripping water droplets down the front of her coat. She had the map stuffed in the front of her coat where it wouldn't become damaged. Later, when she had time to herself, she would read what it said. Now wasn't the time. Even as it rained, the streets were still bustling with traveling nomads and wandering up-to-no-gooders. Just like herself.
Her boots splashed through muddy puddles as she trekked through town. Suddenly, she was knocked to her ass by some drunken slob who pushed past her in a hurry to get home, or wherever the hell he was heading.
"Stupid barbarian!" she shouted at him. He grunted in response, not even turning to help her up from the mud puddle she found herself planted in. The sky was black and Tortuga seemed dark and foreboding instead of jovial and exciting.
A hand was held out in front of her and she glanced up to find Jack Sparrow staring back at her, flashing his gold teeth in an amused smile. "Need a lift, me lady?" he asked with a wink.
She grabbed his hand with her muddy one and he hoisted her to her feet.
"Thanks," she muttered, wiping off the front of her muddy breeches. It didn't help much.
"Looks like ye got in a fight with a puddle and lost," he informed her.
"Thank ye, Captain Obvious," she retaliated. Without thinking, she opened up her coat and checked the map, peering at the pocket it was sticking out of. Jack caught a glimpse of it and his eyes widened. A map? That ruddy lil' bitch! Keepin' a map in her possession and not even tellin' me about it!
She closed her coat and stared suspiciously at Jack, who resumed his normal, flamboyant expression so she would think he didn't see anything. June trudged on and he followed, sashaying after her and fighting to keep up. The Black Pearl was waiting.
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June sat cross-legged on her cot, listening to the steady clanging of swords as she looked over her map. Will was teaching Ana how to sword- fight, and by the sounds of things, she was sort of getting the hang of it.
Barcelona. The map was to Barcelona, Spain. June could only make out some of the words. Why was the map in Latin but it led you to Spain? It was confusing the Hell out of Oleander, but she guessed it just added to the mysteriousness of things. She hadn't noticed it before, but this was only half of a map. How big was the fucking map supposed to be? She ran a finger down the rough, uneven edges of the faded parchment and along the ink drawings of Spain and Europe. Barcelona was marked with an X.
She smirked. Weren't there X's on all of the good treasure maps? If this was some sort of hoax, she would personally go back there and rip Regan's and Devon's throats out.
The door slammed open and Jack stood in the doorway, watching as she scrambled to shove the map in the back of her breeches.
"Don't ye knock?!" she asked in exasperation, "I was busy!"
"Ah." He narrowed his eyes at her and began to pace around the room slowly.
"Jack..." she said after a couple of moments, "I was thinkin'...after we drop off Ana and the Turner lad...would ye be so kind as to drop me off somewhere?"
"Where, exactly?" Jack questioned flatly.
"Barcelona," she mumbled, "I...I have relatives there!"
"Oh, do ye? Who, might I ask?" Jack crossed his arms, awaiting a damn good answer.
"Ye know...uncles, aunts, cousins...that whole bit..."
"You're lyin'. You're not a very good liar, Oleander."
"So what if I am? It's none of your damn business," she snapped, glaring at him.
"It is my business if I'm taking a detour halfway across the world for your benefit."
"Why don't ye just piss off, Cap..."
He interrupted, "I know ye have a map."
She jumped off of the cot and cried, "That's absurd! Where would I have gotten a map from?"
He took a step towards her and suddenly ran his palms along her hips. They went to the back of her breeches and she slapped his hands. He almost snatched the map from her. He knew.
Jack grinned and whispered, "I know it's there, luv. And I have...ways...o' getting the information I want." She raised her eyebrows as Jack ran his lips across her pulsing throat and added huskily, "Savvy?"
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Oh my! Review!
Wow, I'm watching PotC while writing this and I keep getting sidetracked. Ooh, swordfight scene! Go Jack! "You cheated...pirate!" Mwahahahaha! (ahem) Sorry for the delay, me dears...now without further ado, enjoy chapter 13!
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Jack was a very impatient man. He never liked waiting for anybody, especially not someone like June Oleander...who seemed to like taking her damn time just so she can enjoy seeing his right eye twitch.
He had reappeared in McDowelle's shop fifteen minutes ago to tell her to move her arse along, but so far they were still talking and completely ignoring him standing there. Every once in a while Devon would catch his eye and blow him a kiss or wink at him, just to irritate him further. Finally, his self control broke.
"That's it!" he cried, "Oleander, we're leaving. NOW."
The three women glanced up in mock-surprise and June checked her invisible watch, saying, "Oh, how the time flies!"
"Indeed!" Regan exclaimed sarcastically, eyeing Sparrow in distaste. He was like a little boy throwing a tantrum when he didn't get his way.
"June..." he growled, "...I've noticed you're not movin'."
"Oh, I'm not?" She stared down at herself and said, "Huh! By Jove, you're right!"
"Do ye need help, lass? Did ye lose feelin' in your legs o' are ye just trying to get on me last nerves once again?"
"Hmm...I think the latter," Devon chimed in with interest.
"I suppose Devon's right," June said with a grin, "You know me."
"Fine...ye want to act like that, that's fine." Sparrow stormed over to a suspicious June and with one swoop, picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
She let out a shout so shrill, Sparrow could have sworn his ear drums quaked.
"Lay off o' the screamin', ye bloody nuisance!" he shouted back, carrying her through the doorway with difficulty as she thrashed in his hold.
"Stupid, barbaric, ugly pirate from HELL!" she cried, clearly enraged as her face flushed a deep red, "I'll cut off your sociables for this, Jack!"
"It's Cap'n Jack, luv," he responded with a grin. He dropped her out in the street. Regan and Devon followed the fighting pirates outside so they could watch the show.
Standing up angrily, she stared menacingly at a chuckling Jack. Of course, Jack stopped chuckling once he felt saliva hit his face and trickle down his cheek.
She spit on him! That mangy hellcat spit on him! He made an attempt to grab her but she broke off into a dead run. He sighed, watching June looking over her shoulder, shouting her hurried goodbyes and waving to Devon and Regan as she sprinted off and out of their sights.
Wiping the spit off of his face with his sleeve and trying to regain the last bit of his dignity, he said, "Well, me lovely ladies, I fear I must bid ye farewell for now."
Regan crossed her arms, rolled her eyes a bit before saying, "You mean you are expecting to cross paths with us again, Captain Sparrow?"
"I wouldn't doubt it for a second, me luv," he answered, eyes twinkling. His grin widened when he noticed Devon slowly sauntering up to him and ran a finger across his shoulders before saying softly, "Do I get a goodbye treat?"
"Well, I was expectin' to take the chivalrous and mysterious exit, ye know, vanishin' without a trace as to make ye gels pine over me absence, but I suppose a fair goodbye will do." And with that, Devon hoisted him to her by grabbing the front of his coat and mouths molded together with intense heat.
"I'm goin' inside," Regan muttered, "Ta!" Grumbling to herself about the indecencies of public intimacy, she stomped into her shop, immediately occupying herself by studying her ledgers.
June had better come back with their portion of the plunder. Because if she didn't, there would be hell to pay.
Regan wasn't one to be messed with. After all her years of experience of being brought up and raised in Tortuga, she learned that she had to grab opportunity and show it who's boss or be walked all over. It had taken Regan her entire childhood to grow some sort of backbone. Now, she seemed to have the strongest backbone in the Caribbean. Only the foolish or the courageous dare provoke her.
Jack and June had been two of the few that dared to dream. Regan preferred to categorize them under the 'fools'. Sure, she figured the two pirates were brave at heart, but they also had that silly aura surrounding them. Life was a game and they were the top players.
Devon sauntered in, looking particularly pleased with herself as she sank down into a chair and watched Regan fiddle with her papers. Regan finally glanced up, sighing as she asked, "Have a nice chat?"
Duville's grin grew even more wicked, if that was even possible. Her eyes seemed to slant upwards, her mouth formed in the slyest of smiles. Her lips were swollen from, well, obvious kissing. And her face was flushed a deep red. Not many men caused such a reaction to flare to life in the calm and in-control Devon Duville.
"Chat? Of course, yes, definitely," she answered and pulled down the sleeve of her plain black shirt. And there, located on the tanned flesh of her shoulder blade, was a glistening set of teeth marks, freshly created.
Regan snorted and went back to studying her ledgers. "I'm loosin' business," she said aloud, "Perhaps you're bad luck. Get out o' here, Devon, before I'm forced to live in the ditch and eat rats from me failin' business."
Devon chuckled and began chewing her fingernails before mumbling, "June will come back with a hefty fortune. Just ye wait and see, dearie. Then there will be no more worries about livin' in ditches o' eatin' raw rats."
"I suppose you're right." Glancing out the dirty window, Regan realized it had started to rain. Water droplets softly began to patter against the roof and windows. Black clouds were rolling in mercilessly. The sky rumbled in warning.
Regan added softly, "Our luck's goin' to change."
"We'll start over. Perhaps sail the world on our own ship, aye? What do ye think o' that?"
Regan closed her ledger gently and smiled. "That doesn't sound like such a bad idea. Not a bad idea at all."
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June quickly crept through the steady downpour, ignoring the rain that was soaking her to the bone. Her hair fell in a mess of tangles around her face, dripping water droplets down the front of her coat. She had the map stuffed in the front of her coat where it wouldn't become damaged. Later, when she had time to herself, she would read what it said. Now wasn't the time. Even as it rained, the streets were still bustling with traveling nomads and wandering up-to-no-gooders. Just like herself.
Her boots splashed through muddy puddles as she trekked through town. Suddenly, she was knocked to her ass by some drunken slob who pushed past her in a hurry to get home, or wherever the hell he was heading.
"Stupid barbarian!" she shouted at him. He grunted in response, not even turning to help her up from the mud puddle she found herself planted in. The sky was black and Tortuga seemed dark and foreboding instead of jovial and exciting.
A hand was held out in front of her and she glanced up to find Jack Sparrow staring back at her, flashing his gold teeth in an amused smile. "Need a lift, me lady?" he asked with a wink.
She grabbed his hand with her muddy one and he hoisted her to her feet.
"Thanks," she muttered, wiping off the front of her muddy breeches. It didn't help much.
"Looks like ye got in a fight with a puddle and lost," he informed her.
"Thank ye, Captain Obvious," she retaliated. Without thinking, she opened up her coat and checked the map, peering at the pocket it was sticking out of. Jack caught a glimpse of it and his eyes widened. A map? That ruddy lil' bitch! Keepin' a map in her possession and not even tellin' me about it!
She closed her coat and stared suspiciously at Jack, who resumed his normal, flamboyant expression so she would think he didn't see anything. June trudged on and he followed, sashaying after her and fighting to keep up. The Black Pearl was waiting.
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June sat cross-legged on her cot, listening to the steady clanging of swords as she looked over her map. Will was teaching Ana how to sword- fight, and by the sounds of things, she was sort of getting the hang of it.
Barcelona. The map was to Barcelona, Spain. June could only make out some of the words. Why was the map in Latin but it led you to Spain? It was confusing the Hell out of Oleander, but she guessed it just added to the mysteriousness of things. She hadn't noticed it before, but this was only half of a map. How big was the fucking map supposed to be? She ran a finger down the rough, uneven edges of the faded parchment and along the ink drawings of Spain and Europe. Barcelona was marked with an X.
She smirked. Weren't there X's on all of the good treasure maps? If this was some sort of hoax, she would personally go back there and rip Regan's and Devon's throats out.
The door slammed open and Jack stood in the doorway, watching as she scrambled to shove the map in the back of her breeches.
"Don't ye knock?!" she asked in exasperation, "I was busy!"
"Ah." He narrowed his eyes at her and began to pace around the room slowly.
"Jack..." she said after a couple of moments, "I was thinkin'...after we drop off Ana and the Turner lad...would ye be so kind as to drop me off somewhere?"
"Where, exactly?" Jack questioned flatly.
"Barcelona," she mumbled, "I...I have relatives there!"
"Oh, do ye? Who, might I ask?" Jack crossed his arms, awaiting a damn good answer.
"Ye know...uncles, aunts, cousins...that whole bit..."
"You're lyin'. You're not a very good liar, Oleander."
"So what if I am? It's none of your damn business," she snapped, glaring at him.
"It is my business if I'm taking a detour halfway across the world for your benefit."
"Why don't ye just piss off, Cap..."
He interrupted, "I know ye have a map."
She jumped off of the cot and cried, "That's absurd! Where would I have gotten a map from?"
He took a step towards her and suddenly ran his palms along her hips. They went to the back of her breeches and she slapped his hands. He almost snatched the map from her. He knew.
Jack grinned and whispered, "I know it's there, luv. And I have...ways...o' getting the information I want." She raised her eyebrows as Jack ran his lips across her pulsing throat and added huskily, "Savvy?"
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