Hey, everyone. I meant to update, I really did, but there was ultimate epic failage of chairs. Which isn't as nearly as much fun as it may or may not sound. Anyways, I'm back and should be updating fairly regularly for at least a little while.
With love, Jiia
"Welcome aboard, Captain Sparrow." The first mate smiled down at the boy as he crossed the gangplank to his new ship. "She's ready an' waitin' for yer order."
Jack looked up at the man. Captain What's-his-name's former first mate seemed to be all right, for a pirate. He was thin, which was normal, considering their mutual profession. He was ludicrously tall, which annoyed and amused the boy at the same time; it was nice not to be the only person who had to look up to meet a person's eye. He had a scraggily, ill-kept beard that looked more like it belonged on a corpse than a living man. His smile-wrinkled eyes spoke volumes; this was a man who's face gave away nothing he didn't want it to. The man was a fox, to put it simply. Exactly the kind of man Jack needed on his side if this whole 'taking over the ship' thing was going to work.
"Now, now, sailor. I've always thought it proper to introduce one's self to a lady before stripping her of her skirts. What's our beauty's name?"
The crew of Captain W.'s ship chuckled. It probably had more to do with a twelve year old commenting on the proper handling of women, but it was good none the less. At least they weren't dismissing him yet.
"She's called the Black Pearl, Cap'n." The mate lead him onto her deck and up the short flight of stairs to the helm. "She's the fastest ship in the sea."
"Really, now?" Jack murmured.
The mate went on, listing her advantages and her weaknesses and her limitations. Jack nodded and smiled whenever it seemed appropriate, but he wasn't really listening. Not to the fox-man, anyways.
He listened to the sound of the ocean beating against her hull. He listened to the groaning of the rigging and the flutter of the sails. He felt the boards rising and falling under his feet, felt the wind whistling through his hair. He ran his hands along the smooth knobs of the wheel, caressing them like someone would a lover, gentle and tender and loving.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a woman laughed like the ocean.
Tomorrow, you shall go home.
Captain Jack Sparrow smiled quietly, letting his dark eyes drift closed.
Nothing had ever felt so right.