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In which Meg has a flashback, Jack finally shows up, and the author starts ripping off PotC left, right, and center.
The Persian sends his regards, but is unable to attend, as he is busy hunting Mary Sues.
*looks at sporkers* Are we ready?
*swings Punjab lasso*
*brandishes spork*
*hefts pistol*
I'll take that as a yes.
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Author's notes: I owe everyone a virtual beverage of their choice for being so patient with me on this chapter. It is lengthy and detailed but I felt a few things needed clearing up before we move on to the rescue, which is in the next chapter. Although for all the fans Jack is here in the later part of this chapter AND in fine fashion if I do say so myself.
Erik: Meaning he won't be.
I am sure you already know this but if it is italics and bold or italics, it denotes private thoughts, dreams or stories. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: If you own it, I don't. If I did, I would be famous, and seeing that you don't know me, use your imagination in the fact that it is indeed not mine.
Last time on Love upon the sea: Meg and Erik join forces in the attempt to rescue Captain Jack Sparrow for Raoul's clutches.
Raoul: That's very thoughtful, but what do I want with him?
Erik is going to use Meg as his inspirational muse but Meg finds his lack of interest disturbing to her.
Christine: (Meg): I find your lack of faith...disturbing. *Force-chokes Erik*
DEDICATION: TO ALL MY LOYAL READERS WHO HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT WITH MY HECTIC LIFE. THANKS AND PLEASE RESPOND.
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Chapter 6: Wanted Information
I ran to the divan and wailed loudly into its cushions. This entire story has been in third person up until now. Why is this flashback suddenly in first person? The pain of my mother's death was too much for me to bear. I began to worry in thousand directions my head was spinning and unable to stop. What? Don't ask me. I don't speak badfic. The pain, the anger, the confusion...my life...now what will happen to me. My heart felt as if a cannonball had struck me smack in the bosom...the weight...it was a dreadful, heavy, crushing feeling...to have someone so close to you taken in such a way. "Mother ... No ... Oh ... Where will I turn? What will become of me?"
Suddenly, a howling gust of wind blew the front door open. I looked up to see a tall, dark-caped figure standing in the doorway. I grasped my hidden dagger from between the cushions as I had been taught. That sounds like a terrible place to keep a dagger. The floor creaked as he slowly approached me, and I felt a twinge of fear. The dark man had a familiar manner about him thus I hesitated; regardless my grip upon the knife remained firm beneath the cushion. A gentle hand rested on my back, and a soft voice started to hum a comforting tune. Must be the daroga. It certainly isn't me. This is Gerik. Even Gerik killed people. The sound was soothing to my ears and calming to my heart, affecting my hold on the weapon to become weak and fall to the floor. I bawled yet harder into my pillow for I realized the identity of this mysterious man.
"ERIK!" I revealed with delight subsequently jumped into his strong embrace. He returned the gesture with a tight squeeze and gentle strokes through my blonde hair. How...disturbingly paternal. You're one to talk.
"It has been a long time since our last encounter. Mother...mother has...passed on. She has gone, Erik. What shall I accomplish without a guardian? Erik, what is to become of me?" I uncovered my spork, and stabbed the false Erik in the heart pain coupled with morbid fear as the tears flowed down my cheeks.
A smirk came over the kind face of the masked man Kind men don't smirk. as he replied, "At this moment, you shall be silent... for your mother has sent a guardian for you. I merely speculate at the logic behind her choice. I am but a humble pirate. Oh, dear. I think we need to start a line-stealing count.
LINE-STEALING: 1
And that's not even the line. As a child, I required the help of your mother. Why does she sense that I would be capable for such a task? How will I be qualified for supervision and protection of a child?" Very good questions. I grew indignant at the thought of being called a child but allowed him to continue.
"You may reside in my Tudor house on the island, if you wish. What am I doing with a Tudor house? When I arrive in port, I will get you anything you require." The pirate rose and turned to depart for his ship.
I could not allow him leave...not again. I darted across the room and fell at his feet, longing to hold him a tad longer. "Please, Erik! Take me with you!" I cried, desperate to hold on to the only other person who had any purpose in my life.
The tears flowed like rivers down my face as I pleaded, "Please do not leave me again. My mother is gone... there is nothing for me here...only you."
Who are you, and what have you done with Meg Giry?
The pirate looked at me with wonder, retorted, "A woman on a ship? That's bad luck. Er, no offense, Christine. None taken. My men will think I have gone soft…or worse, mad. No, you should stay here. The sea can be a challenging place for a man, and is no place for a young woman."
"You would rather see me become a helpless wench... down at the local inn...awaiting your arrival...tending to the needs of every pirate and foreign sailor." I grew angrier as he only laughed.
In a rage, I ran to the front door and blocked it, locking him in. He scoffed, "Meg now be reasonable. I have made my decision you are merely delaying my cast off clothes."
I will make him take me with him. A shining flash out of the corner of my eye gave me an idea. I will show him that I can be a good pirate. I can take care of myself. I swiftly grabbed my sword from its sheath, hanging behind the front door Meg was hanging behind the front door? and held it toward the taunting pirate. As he took a step towards me, I straightened the blade until the point was directly at his masculine chest, as opposed to his feminine chest. Look who's talking! He took a quick look at the blade and back at me. Trembling slightly but gaining confidence, I stated. "I will show you that I can handle myself just fine, CAPTAIN. That is, IF you leave this room alive."
A mischievous smirk radiated on my teacher's face as he rose his own sword. *resists making a perverted comment* "Let us begin then."
The two gleaming blades collided against each other, a loud 'clang' filling the air. Erik laughed at my feistiness and determination but replied that I made him proud to be my master as each step in line with my training. I made myself prouder still as I followed all of his advances to the letter, even adding a few of my own.
I'm sure this would be very exciting if I could tell what was going on.
This will no doubt captivate the legendary pirate. He has always enjoyed my ballet commenting on how poetic it is to see my dance, so let us see how he likes the footwork I display with swords. The swords continued their clatter and thus grew more intense with the anger growing inside of me. Erik is going to see that I am a true pirate and a damn good one.
We continued to volley over obstacles in my room...knocking over tables and lanterns, even starting a small fire. However, we paid it no heed for neither of us wanted to forfeit the fight. Enjoy burning to death, then, you fools. Furthermore, I feared that if I allowed him to best me, he would leave. I climbed upon a table, hoping I could make up for our height difference; as a result, Erik lunged forward and I sidestepped. As a consequence of this action, his sharp weapon struck my thigh slightly tearing my skirt. Of course it did. *sighs* In shock, I glanced up to find him smiling with his devilish grin and raised brow. I glared back at him as he graciously bowed, as he always did when he believed that I had drawn a close to our quarrel. He must not value his life very much. I drew back, but only momentarily from the swordplay. As I jumped down to the wooden floor, I decided to tear off the skirt at the slash revealing my lithe, long legs. I knew that this would captivate him No, it wouldn't. and was delighted to see that the plan worked. As he stood there staring at my thighs in wonder of what lay further up, *facepalm* This version of me is a terrible pirate. he lost his footing and fell to the floor. How? I proudly stood above him, the point of my blade at his throat and my bare foot on top of his rippled, masculine chest. We were both breathing heavily, but I came off the victor.
*to Erik* That made our swordfight in the 2004 movie look good.
I never thought I'd say this, but you're right.
Erik looked up at me with a glimmer in his eye and replied, "Well done. The Phantom boards." He paused and motioned towards the burning floorboards. "I'll put out that fire while you go and gather your things...Pirate."
Christine: Is it over?
Raoul: The flashback? Yes.
Erik: Good. I find that style of sporking annoying.
Meg awakens and sits up in the cedar wood bed that is covered in crisp white linens.
Raoul: On a pirate ship?
Her dream is still fresh in her mind, making her heart happy as she reminisced about her first confrontation, other than her training with the legendary pirate. She looks around the room, theaffects effects of sleep still upon her, the soft light of candles illuminating the room.
Hello there, fire hazard.
She resumes her study of the surroundings, finding a small writing desk in the corner, a few of her favorite books resting upon its surface.
Christine: On a pirate ship?
The young maiden
Erik: No offense to Meg, but considering her portrayal in this fic, I doubt that.
breathes deeply the smell of fresh spices greeting her warmly as if she has arrived home, the familiar aura reminding her of how much she misses her days as a young pirate upon this very ship.
Suddenly, her joy turned to ill will, recalling the previous night and the masked man's lack of advances towards her.
Why? Aren't you supposed to be in love with Jack?
The maiden turns to stand as her feet reached the floor her nightgown followed, running it's full length and gently brushes against her ankles. The cool air moves beneath her feet as she furiously paces the floor back and forth, ranting out loud imagining someone beside her to reason with. As she continues, Meg notices her reflection in the large full-length mirror,
Erik: On a pirate ship?
and stops to begin a conversation with herself. The mirror had been a present from Erik on one of his many trips to Singapore.
"What do I signify for him? He acts as if the months we had squandered mutually, the time I exhausted loving him, just were of no great consequence, as if they ceased to exist. How can he thrust me aside in this manner?...Why did he not take me to his loins as he has numerous times long ago?...
Erik: See? I was right. Definitely not a maiden.
Is it my new love for Jack?...Does it threaten what he at one time so desperately craved?...We are pirates...scoundrels and bad lots both of us...we understand our needs and capture what we desire...what has changed?" The reflection of the beauty seemed to have no answers as the blonde continued to ponder the thoughts rushing to her mind, the beginnings of a headache forming.
Meg held her head, making her way to her soft refuge, where she lied down…attempting to cool her forehead with her arm, blocking the candlelight out of her eyes. Out of nowhere, three loud bangs on the door caused her to wince in pain. Groaning, she slowly began to rise off the bed, making her way across the floor to the door in an attempt to silence the person causing her more agony.
Expecting Erik, she snaps "What the bloody hell do you want!?!" as she flung the door open in anger.
Naider is standing in the doorway holding a tray with a teapot, a bottle of rum and a couple of mugs. The older man was startled with the abrupt way she opened the door and timidly states his purpose. "Oh, sorry to disturb, you miss. The cap'n wanted me to make sure yer weren't needin a thin' special."
Raoul: As opposed to a thick special.
"No, thank you Naider. I am doing well" she replies, trying to smile through the pain.
"I have some hot water for tea or rum...they'll surely cure what ails ya. Oh but it looks like you'll be needing some nice 'erbal tea.
Is this a pirate ship or a luxury hotel?
The cap'n gets splitting 'eadaches all the time. 'ere allow me to fix ya some.
Christine: How did he know she had a headache?
Always fixes Erik right up." Naider insists as he makes his way into her room. He places the heavy tray on the writing desk, fumbling slightly with the books.
As the tea is brewing, Naider thinks up a clever observation in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Ey, ye wouldn't want to make it worse by givin ya some rum. Ya drink that with an 'eadache and ya'll find yourself with pain in your head so great ya'd think a cannonball hit ya smack in the skull."
Erik: Then why did you bring her rum in the first place?
Meg giggles at his thought and then grabs her forehead once more in distress.
"Oh..right...I oughtn't make jokes. Here's your tea. Be careful, it is hotter than the desert sun at midday." Naider smiles as he hands over the mug of hot liquid and takes a seat beside her. She sips her tea cautiously and smiles warmly as if it was just what she needed.
"How do you always know how to make me feel right at home?" Meg shyly looks at her cup and makes lazy circles around the rim. Glancing up vaguely at him over the long strands of blonde hair that fell in her eyes,
So her hair is...where?
she says with appreciation, "Thank you."
"Ah, tis fine, miss. Are ye feeling alright? Must be some kinda a strain on ya to cause such an 'eadache." The older man stated, slightly prying for information.
Meg's eyes well with tears as she gazes into the mirrorat the blonde pirate,
Fixed.
a woman scorned staring back at her. "Damn it, Jack!"
Naider rises from his place and heads for the door to give her privacy. As his hand reaches for the doorknob, he turns around with a look of concern on his face, "If there be anything I otta help ya with, miss..."
Without finishing his sentence, he turns back towards the wooden door. Meg suddenly clears her throat loudly causing the old pirate to hesitate in leaving the cabin.
Pulling back the tears, Meg's voice was stern as remembering the events at Port Kesslar made her angry. "You see, we went to Port Kesslar in search of a key..."
Naider peers at her with interest and walks closer to attentively listen. Meg strolls over, sits on the bed as Naider follows suit like a caring father listening to his daughter's troubles.
Meg continues with her recollection. "Not really an actual key but a doubloon that has the power to reveal the booby traps and snares as well as the location of a treasure. It has been seen worn as a trinket around the neck of a certain public official's daughter.
Raoul: That sounds awfully familiar, but I can't quite recall why...
The daft girl has no clue that she holds the secret to a treasure worth more than all in the seven seas."
"Ye can't mean?" The old pirate leans in with anticipation.
"Yes, the treasure of the legendary One Eyed Willie.
*snickers* Now that is an unfortunate name.
Jack found the map but without the renowned key...this doubloon to reveal said treasure on the map...without both the key and the map...they are useless.
"But you know Jack. Roberts was with him searching that Kesslar's Mansion. Well, they separated for a time. Jack had fallen prey to his old Achilles' heel, the sweet taste of Caribbean Rum.
Christine: I thought Jack's Achilles heel, so to speak, was his ship.
By the time Roberts found him, the guards had entered to haul his drunk ass out of there
Again with the modern language.
and on to the prison. Port Kesslar's death penalty is strict for all pirates."
Meg now a bit shaken at the thought of Jack's plight. The Persian man poured her some more tea...this time with an additive to help calm her nerves. The maid thanked him once again and continues to recall the events.
"So, we all fled the Port without Jack...we stuck to the code. I was furious but no one wanted to brave that army again. Roberts informed me of Jack's capture and in helping me escape he lost his life. We lost a lot of men that night...including Davy, Mr. Arrows and even young Jim."
The old pirate places his hand over his heart and bows his head in respect. "All fine pirates, Amen to that."
"When I realized that most of the men in command positions were dead. The crew that was left decided to set sail for Tortuga. It didn't take much to convince them but once I got there it was mutiny they all abandoned me in the search for Jack. Then, I found how much pirates cared for themselves.
Erik: Shouldn't you have already known that, since you are also a pirate?
It should not have surprised me but you men are despicable! No pirate wants to help Captain Jack Sparrow. He already owes most of the captains money not to mention the deceit he has used to further his plunder. No one will lift a finger for the Pearl and their daft captain, not to mention risk death for themselves. All the buccaneers know getting close to Port Kesslar will only grant them execution. Not even my feminine charms are able to persuade help for Jack...until now."
"What'll be our fate when ye reach Port?" the old seadog asks in earnest.
"All I want is to get my Jack back to the Pearl safely. After that, I will owe Erik a favor or two. Then, I expect Jack and I will head back to Tortuga, assemble a crew and set out for the treasure."
"Ye realize the whole blinking armada will be on yer tails. Ye won't stand a chance." Naider implies.
Erik: Finally, someone in this fic says something sensible!
"I know that but you know Jack, always got his mind on his next treasure. Always trying to find his way to his next adventure. I was trying to have him stay with me. You know set up housekeeping somewhere on land. Maybe even get him to settle down...kids and a home.
All: *burst out laughing* NOT A CHANCE!
I love the sea but there are so many perils and never enough adventures to fulfill your want. Jack belongs on the sea...it is in his blood. Once a pirate always a pirate. He needs to be free and boundless, letting the waves carry him toward his next destiny..." Meg's sad voice trails off.
She looks to the floor as a stark realization comes to her heart. She states with irony, "I should have stayed on Isle of Abaco and raised unwanted or unfortunate kids like my mum. Perhaps my heart would not be broken a thousand times. Possibly my life would be simpler. Maybe I wouldn't be a woman scorned by two men that I can never possibly control. But I had to fall for a pirate...two actually...but one I fear I've lost. I'll not lose Jack! I can't...I...I love him, Naider. Damn that scurvy, black hearted rat, I love him."
"And Erik?" the older man questions.
Meg rolls her eyes and raises to the mirror once again to yell at her image. "ERIK, Damn him. Damn all you men. What does he perceive me to be?
Erik: In canon, the daughter of my trusted helper. In this fic, someone who is surprisingly naive despite being a pirate.
Am I a little pawn in his chess game?"
The blonde pirate became furious again growing angrier with Erik. "Does Erik actually require my services as his muse or not?
Raoul: You know, if you replaced "muse" with...something else, that sentence would make a lot more sense.
Am I to await his call on his scheduled desire? Who is working for whom here?"
Upon hearing her questions, Erik smirks recalling the girl who first came to him. She has grown up into a fine pirate.
Christine: Has she? I've yet to see her act like a pirate.
The secret of the special mirror had never been evident to her, even as her rantings began to slow, her mind becoming slow as she grew tired. So that's why I fall asleep after drinking Naider's tea...he drugs me...damn pirate. Erik thought, lowering his gaze from watching her and his dear friend from the comfort of his cabin. The ranting of the maiden makes him speculate his next move...
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Miles away in Port Kesslar, two French guards stared out the door as the rain was pouring from the dark clouds, hiding the fact it could have been a beautiful Caribbean day. They entered a wooden door and walked down a staircase to the prison cell below town square. The drops poured from the heavens into the small prison, flooding into the spaces, making it difficult for the great Captain Jack Sparrow. The Pirate was sitting on the damp floor, his head bobbing up and down, in a useless attempt to find a comfortable way to sleep.
"Oh, sorry mate." Jack replies, accidentally touching his cellmate.
LINE-STEALING: 2
Christine: I know that's Jack's line, but it's just out of place here.
"Ew...really sorry."
Beside him sits a bony corpse shackled to the wall of this small room, a rat crawls on its shoulder and squeaks at the pirate. He leaps to his feet, looking at the dead pirate next to him and starts to contemplate his own demise. The now sobered Jack decides to find a way to escape the cell before dawn.. He listens as two French soldiers are boastfully talking in the corridor of the prison sharing a drink of rum. The pirate licks his dry lips and craves a drop from the bottle.
"Ye, gentlemen. How about a little swig for a dying man, ey?" he said with a huge smile.
Erik: You're not dying yet.
The men cease their conversation to address the pirate reluctantly. "We share no drinks with the likes of a pirate."
"I AM A CAPTAIN, not just a pirate and maybe I 'ave a bit of a proposition for you. You get me out of this cell and I'll allow you the opportunity of a lifetime to become part of my crew of the Black Pearl, savvy." Jack says with a leer, waving his hands in the air with an elaborate gesture.
Erik: *winces* Whatever happened to Jack's cleverness?
The two men laugh as they swagger over to the bars. The taller soldier sarcastically remarks, "What makes you think, we would want to betray the French Army to become part of a dying breed of pirates?" The laughter continues as the men walk back to their seats.
Jack again tries to talk his way out of this predicament. He thinking for a moment asserts; "You are making a big mistake. My men will just come...free me and then you will both be killed."
Raoul: (Guards): No, thank you. We value our lives.
Stopping at the sound of the pirate's threat, the taller man walks back to the cell, looking him directly in the face, haughtily states; "The Admiral has this prison guarded by the French Army on all sides. The Vice-Admiral is on the Le Conquerant this minute searching the sea for any attempts of a rescue. So, Jack Sparrow...I will have great pleasure in watching you take your journey to the gallows and dangle until your neck snaps like a twig, you retched pirate."
Christine: "Retched?" Ugh.
The tall soldier turns, handing the keys to the dog, tauntingly commands. "Here ol' boy! You watch this pirate. He believes he will be rescued." The soldiers return to walking up the stairs and the halls fill with their laughter.
The pirate's face is pressed against the bars, watching, as the ratty haired mutt seems to sneer at him. The brown dog lies down to place the black skeleton keys in a puddle on the dirt floor. Jack walks around his chamber in frustration. He looks around the dark cell searching for anything that will aid him. Suddenly, he bends down to grab the femur bone of his cellmate.
"You wouldn't mind if I borrow this now would you, mate?" The Captain pauses for a response from the empty corpse, then continues, "Ah, I didn't think so."
Jack smiles at the skull of the dead pirate, upon standing he winks to the skeleton. "I'll owe you one, mate."
The pirate proceeds to try to persuade the dog to bring him the keys. This captain starts puckering his lips to make kissing sounds and whistles for the dog but to no avail. Aggravated, he begins calling the animal...he even began making threats. The man's pleadings become lesser as he grows tired. Jack hears footsteps approaching from the stairs and raises to get a glimpse.
Erik: Now the author's stealing entire scenes from the movie?
From the bars of his cell, it is difficult to make out, but it looks as if a figure is cautiously walking down the stairs. She pulls off a dark, weather soaked cloak revealing her curvy figure. The timid woman is dressed in a beautiful red gown with gold trim, her hair is elegantly styled off her shoulders and her skin is the purest this pirate had even seen. He is used to the beautiful sun-kissed, bronze skin of Meg making this woman look almost ghostly.
She urgently walks over to him and questions, "Are you Jack Sparrow?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Why do they always forget that?" he rolls his eyes in disgust.
Christine embarrassingly corrects herself. "Yes...em... I'm sorry.
Captain Jack Sparrow, the pirate who is to be executed?"
Christine: I wouldn't say that!
Erik: This is a Sue, not you.
The pirate cringes and replies. "Well, hopefully not, luv. Who might you be and how did a bonnie lass like yourself get in here, ey?"
(Jack): I liked this better when Will did it in the first movie.
"Nothing like womanly charm with father's finest rum to grease the wheels of bureaucracy. However my name...is of no consequence."
"Ah yes, I came into a bit of a snag with the governor's rum myself.
Raoul: Jack's never seen this version of Christine before, yet he knows her father's the governor? How does that work?
That is why you are looking at me in this cell and not in your arms, luv." Jack winks causing the maiden to become uncomfortable.
"Seriously, Captain Sparrow. I am here for information."
"Information? Usually I expect payment for such a request but since you have risked coming here under cover of night perhaps I can indulge you in some of my tales and exploits. I suppose you have come to hear stories of how I escaped an island and commandeer a ship. You want to know how many men 'ave met their death under my blade and of the many women's hearts I have stolen..." The joy fills his eyes as he speaks with pride of his legendary career.
"No, Captain Sparrow." The governess replies, slightly confused.
I see this author still hasn't learned what "governess" means.
The pirate raises an eyebrow and asks with disappointment. "Oh...well...what may I do for you then, bonnie lass?"
"You may tell me the truth, Captain." she answers, with a stern voice and straight face.
"Well, truth is in the eye of the beholder, Miss." Jack responds looking her up and down, a desirous look upon the scoundrel's face.
"Tell me, please. What is it I may enlighten you on?" Jack says, walking away from the bar of the cell as if to lose interest.
"I...I want to know of a pirate named Captain Erik Sebella." Christine's heart pounding, barely believing that the words had escaped her lips.
The man stops pacing, turns on his heels and gives a peculiar look to the mysterious maiden. "And why would you want to learn of this particular pirate?" he asks, inquisitively.
Christine grows impatient, knowing her time is limited to retrieve the answers that her heart so assuredly needs. "That would be of no interest to you. Please answer the question."
"Ay, see that is where you are wrong. This does not work one way, luv." Jack swaggers over to the door, turning his head back and forth in a negotiation of sorts. "You see...I give you somethin' and you give me somethin'." He pauses to stare at her exposed cleavage
Christine: Unless this Sue impersonating me is a prostitute...no.
in a seductive fashion before gazing up into her amber eyes. "That way, luv. We are both satisfied, savvy." he affirms wiping the sides of his mouth deliberately.
Christine appallingly covers her breasts and backs away from the cell. She remarks in a state of shock, "I will not submit to such an act. I only want information of the Captain's existence, merely for the curiosity of a girl's fantasy. Now, would you please, be a gentleman and answer my question."
"Gentleman, ey? I believe you have the wrong room, miss. You see the "gentleman" are being held in the upper floors of this establishment. Down here, we be but humble pirates." Jack sneers at the girl with a devilish grin.
LINE-STEALING: 3
Erik: And as M. le Vicomte observed up there, that's not even the line.
"Seems I see no reason to help you. You have not brought proper payment." The pirate lies on the floor covering his face with his hat and thus showing a lack of interest.
Thinking the conversation is over; Christine turns to leave and sees a bottle of rum on the table near the doorway. She picks up the bottle swirling the contents around the bottle gaining the attention of the pirate. Jack anxiously jumps to his feet and reaches his hand through the bars.
"Do we have an accord, Captain?" Christine asks, holding the bottle just out of the pirate's grasp.
LINE-STEALING: 4
"Aye, give me the rum!" Captain Sparrow shouts, pulling the narrow bottle through the bars and taking a giant swig. Indulging himself in his drink, the governess grew impatient. "Captain Sparrow?"
Jack continued drinking, waving his hand as if to say good-bye. Christine grew angry and pursed her lips up into a thin line.
"We had an accord, Captain." she snaps.
"Ah, Pirate. You should have thought of that before you gave me the rum, ey?" tauntingly holds the bottle up, stirring it slightly in a circular motion.
"Please, you will be going to the gallows in the morning.
Christine: *indignantly* I would never show this little empathy for a condemned man!
Raoul: There, there. We know you wouldn't.
I will probably never see another pirate again. You are the only one I can ask. PLEASE!" Christine's pleadings softened the heart of Jack.
All: No, they wouldn't.
He turns slightly, staring at the floor and begins speaking. "Erik is real. I know him quite well...a legend, in fact, much like myself. He has been in piracy since he was a lad...a genius really...trained his own crew, built his own ship.
Erik: So this version of me is a shipwright?
I do not know where he'd be if he hadn't run into me...taught him everything he knows... em...He crews one of the fastest and most sought after ships in the sea, The Phantom. Well, that is second to mine, of course, the Pearl. You know a ship to a man represents...everything...it is life, freedom and when you are on the sea you have no worries at all..." the pirate fades from speaking, lost in thought and staring into the distance.
The sound of men's footsteps coming interrupts their conversation.
"Oh no! I have stayed too long. The shift change...where do I hide..." The fear in the brunettes eyes grew as Jack helps her to find a place to hide.
Out of the bars of his cell, he points frantically to different places. Christine tries to hide in the damp, dark prison hold but to no avail. Finally, the pirate points to the table, shooing Christine to crawl underneath it. She makes a terrible face at the thought of touching the damp ground and soiling her dress. She decides against it and runs behind the door just as the guards open it.
Christine: *facepalm* Sue!Me is an idiot.
The two new soldiers are busy talking and do not shut the door behind them as they enter the hold. The lanky guard walks over to the table to hang up his jacket and hat. While the stocky one walks to the chamber to check on the pirate and in turning back realizes the door is open.
"What are you doing? You forgot the door again. You'd forget your uniform if the wife didn't lay it out for you." The soldier teased as he strolled towards the door.
Jack seeing that Christine is about to be caught he seizes the opportunity and fakes a stomach cramp. "Ow...ooo the pain." the scoundrel moans.
"Ah, stop your bellyaching you'll be hanged in the morning anyway and you will not have to worry about it." The stout guard mocks.
However, the lanky guard interjected. "You're a fool! don't your realize that if he gets ill, we will get the blame for it?"
The stout guard scoffs, "Blamed?... For his bellyaching?"
Raoul: Look, another sensible person!
Lanky guard suggests, "Well...suppose his aching is really an illness? What if he is too ill for hanging?
Erik: I've never heard of such a thing.
Then who will they blame? The men what watched him that is who."
The stout man pondered the contemplation of facts. "Yeah. They would blame us and maybe we would get the noose."
Jack hears the men and moans ever so loud causing the lanky man to rub his neck..."We should help him. I can't hang I have a wife and kids."
Growing nervous, the two guards run to his aid as the pirate winks for the girl to leave. Quietly but quickly, Christine escapes up the stairs unnoticed. The confident woman returns to the safety of her carriage and as it pulls away, she retrieves her small medallion pendant from her corset,
Christine: Which doesn't get described.
pondering the words of Captain Sparrow about her legendary pirate as she fingers it gently.
A few moments later, Jack still complaining as the guards hovering over him argue over what to do. The pirate sees that they have neglected to close the cell door. As they continue to argue about the proper way to help a belly aching man, Jack slinks out the cell door. Upon remembering his promise to his cellmate, he rolls a bottle of rum across the floor in the corpses direction and tips his hat at him. The men watch the rum bottle and glance up at each other in disbelief as the cell door slams closed.
All: ...There are no words.
The pirate bows stating, "This is the day that you will always remember as the day that you almostcaptured the great caught Captain Jack Sparrow."
The confident pirate turns to flee up the stairs when he comes face-to-face with the Admiral, Raoul backed by a few of his finest men.
"Yes, I am sure the guards will always remember this day as the day the great Captain Jack Sparrow was captured after 2 minutes of freedom." Raoul states with a proud tone.
LINE-STEALING: 5
Jack smiles, "But I did escape now, didn't I? Maybe your crew is not in as good of shape as you thought, Admiral."
Raoul's mouth pursed up into a thin line. "You are by far the worst pirate I have ever seen.
LINE-STEALING: 6
Raoul: Stop putting Norrington's lines in my mouth!
I shall be proud to hang you tomorrow and display your corpse for a warning to all pirates."
Walking away, Raoul boasts, "They may even give me a medal. I can see it now..."
Christine: My husband does not boast!
Jack scowls, and glares slightly at the arrogant admiral. "Guards, place this retched pirate back in his cell."
Erik: Who said that?
"But what of the guards sir?" One of his men questions, as he held onto the grungy pirate.
The Admiral shrugs. "Leave them. Perhaps a night in a prison cell will teach them the consequences of releasing a prisoner with their squabbling."
Jack smirks, and as he enters the cell, he looks at his three cellmates. "So...are you sure you don't want to join my crew?"
He walks over to the bony corpse, picks up the rum bottle and helps himself to the last swig stating, "Drink up me arties, YO, HO!"
LINE-STEALING: 7
Another misplaced line of Jack's.
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NOW FOR REVIEWS!!!
I do not feel I should apologize for anything in this chapter other than the unacceptable, long wait.
Really? Because I feel you should apologize for that stupid-ass escape attempt, for starters.
I hope it shant happen again. AGAIN I can't thank you enough for your patient attitudes.
skoteinos metamfiezomai: Dang girl is that a mouth full. Anyway! You were awesome help in the last Chapter so I hope you will let me know how you like this one. Don't be afraid to PM me with help. I was proud of Jack as I hope you were as well.
I wasn't.
Review soon as you can.
jtbwriter: Keep reading I should have more of Ayesha soon. How did you like Naider?
Rikku ree: This little tale comes before the Curse of the Black Pearl when Jack was still Captain. The crew is getting a little upset with him and he is in love with Meg. By the end of the book
Don't call this a book.
you will see why he became the womanizing, rum-loving and decietful pirate we all love and adore. ENJOY!
Canangelscry: You are the best...I am so glad you helped me with this book.
*points to previous comment*
You are truely an inspiration and a help. You job is secure babe. LOVE YA!
Themouseintheoperahouse: I see you added me to your list...sorry you had to wait so long for an update...I hope you do not get discouraged and stop reading I really just needed to think more on the storyline. :D I missed my mouse's sqeaks of approval.
Thelonsomegurlangelofdeath: Keep reading you will see lots of leaverage, foiled plans and sword fights to come. ENJOY!!
If all your swordfights are as poorly-written as that one was...
You know what? Fuck it.
The Princess Bride - Inigo vs. Count Ruygen
The Mark of Zorro (1940)
The Sea Hawk
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl - Will vs. Jack
[Insert your favorite movie swordfight scene here]
Now those are some proper swordfights.
Kriegle98: Enjoying the plot so far...it does thicken doesn't it...like gravy...ROFLMAO! Hope you continue to read the many twists and turns that come your way on Love upon the sea...:D
This story has about as many twists and turns as a ruler.
lothiriel, me and Katty Noir : Glad you are enjoying the characters...
I'm glad SOMEONE'S enjoying them.
keep reading the plot thickens.
superphan:DID you enjoy Jack...
No.
did he make you drool...
No.
I went to see POTC 3 three times...I LOVE IT and had to add witty Jack to my pirate story. I AM A SUPER PHANTOM AND DEPP FAN!!!
Obviously not enough of one to write everyone in-character, though.
angelofmusicxo: I was very nervous when POTC 3 came out and I was writing a Pirate story but now I am getting back into the plot of it. I hope you enjoy my portrait of Jack.
I don't.
Keep reading.
LOLAlust: Thanks for the props. I was wondering if I had screwed it up royally
You did.
but my reviewer help so much. please keep reading and enjoying the tale.
And it's finally over. See you next chapter.
The Persian sends his regards, but is unable to attend, as he is busy hunting Mary Sues.
*looks at sporkers* Are we ready?
*swings Punjab lasso*
*brandishes spork*
*hefts pistol*
I'll take that as a yes.
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Author's notes: I owe everyone a virtual beverage of their choice for being so patient with me on this chapter. It is lengthy and detailed but I felt a few things needed clearing up before we move on to the rescue, which is in the next chapter. Although for all the fans Jack is here in the later part of this chapter AND in fine fashion if I do say so myself.
Erik: Meaning he won't be.
I am sure you already know this but if it is italics and bold or italics, it denotes private thoughts, dreams or stories. ENJOY!
Disclaimer: If you own it, I don't. If I did, I would be famous, and seeing that you don't know me, use your imagination in the fact that it is indeed not mine.
Last time on Love upon the sea: Meg and Erik join forces in the attempt to rescue Captain Jack Sparrow for Raoul's clutches.
Raoul: That's very thoughtful, but what do I want with him?
Erik is going to use Meg as his inspirational muse but Meg finds his lack of interest disturbing to her.
Christine: (Meg): I find your lack of faith...disturbing. *Force-chokes Erik*
DEDICATION: TO ALL MY LOYAL READERS WHO HAVE BEEN SO PATIENT WITH MY HECTIC LIFE. THANKS AND PLEASE RESPOND.
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Chapter 6: Wanted Information
I ran to the divan and wailed loudly into its cushions. This entire story has been in third person up until now. Why is this flashback suddenly in first person? The pain of my mother's death was too much for me to bear. I began to worry in thousand directions my head was spinning and unable to stop. What? Don't ask me. I don't speak badfic. The pain, the anger, the confusion...my life...now what will happen to me. My heart felt as if a cannonball had struck me smack in the bosom...the weight...it was a dreadful, heavy, crushing feeling...to have someone so close to you taken in such a way. "Mother ... No ... Oh ... Where will I turn? What will become of me?"
Suddenly, a howling gust of wind blew the front door open. I looked up to see a tall, dark-caped figure standing in the doorway. I grasped my hidden dagger from between the cushions as I had been taught. That sounds like a terrible place to keep a dagger. The floor creaked as he slowly approached me, and I felt a twinge of fear. The dark man had a familiar manner about him thus I hesitated; regardless my grip upon the knife remained firm beneath the cushion. A gentle hand rested on my back, and a soft voice started to hum a comforting tune. Must be the daroga. It certainly isn't me. This is Gerik. Even Gerik killed people. The sound was soothing to my ears and calming to my heart, affecting my hold on the weapon to become weak and fall to the floor. I bawled yet harder into my pillow for I realized the identity of this mysterious man.
"ERIK!" I revealed with delight subsequently jumped into his strong embrace. He returned the gesture with a tight squeeze and gentle strokes through my blonde hair. How...disturbingly paternal. You're one to talk.
"It has been a long time since our last encounter. Mother...mother has...passed on. She has gone, Erik. What shall I accomplish without a guardian? Erik, what is to become of me?" I uncovered my spork, and stabbed the false Erik in the heart pain coupled with morbid fear as the tears flowed down my cheeks.
A smirk came over the kind face of the masked man Kind men don't smirk. as he replied, "At this moment, you shall be silent... for your mother has sent a guardian for you. I merely speculate at the logic behind her choice. I am but a humble pirate. Oh, dear. I think we need to start a line-stealing count.
LINE-STEALING: 1
And that's not even the line. As a child, I required the help of your mother. Why does she sense that I would be capable for such a task? How will I be qualified for supervision and protection of a child?" Very good questions. I grew indignant at the thought of being called a child but allowed him to continue.
"You may reside in my Tudor house on the island, if you wish. What am I doing with a Tudor house? When I arrive in port, I will get you anything you require." The pirate rose and turned to depart for his ship.
I could not allow him leave...not again. I darted across the room and fell at his feet, longing to hold him a tad longer. "Please, Erik! Take me with you!" I cried, desperate to hold on to the only other person who had any purpose in my life.
The tears flowed like rivers down my face as I pleaded, "Please do not leave me again. My mother is gone... there is nothing for me here...only you."
Who are you, and what have you done with Meg Giry?
The pirate looked at me with wonder, retorted, "A woman on a ship? That's bad luck. Er, no offense, Christine. None taken. My men will think I have gone soft…or worse, mad. No, you should stay here. The sea can be a challenging place for a man, and is no place for a young woman."
"You would rather see me become a helpless wench... down at the local inn...awaiting your arrival...tending to the needs of every pirate and foreign sailor." I grew angrier as he only laughed.
In a rage, I ran to the front door and blocked it, locking him in. He scoffed, "Meg now be reasonable. I have made my decision you are merely delaying my cast off clothes."
I will make him take me with him. A shining flash out of the corner of my eye gave me an idea. I will show him that I can be a good pirate. I can take care of myself. I swiftly grabbed my sword from its sheath, hanging behind the front door Meg was hanging behind the front door? and held it toward the taunting pirate. As he took a step towards me, I straightened the blade until the point was directly at his masculine chest, as opposed to his feminine chest. Look who's talking! He took a quick look at the blade and back at me. Trembling slightly but gaining confidence, I stated. "I will show you that I can handle myself just fine, CAPTAIN. That is, IF you leave this room alive."
A mischievous smirk radiated on my teacher's face as he rose his own sword. *resists making a perverted comment* "Let us begin then."
The two gleaming blades collided against each other, a loud 'clang' filling the air. Erik laughed at my feistiness and determination but replied that I made him proud to be my master as each step in line with my training. I made myself prouder still as I followed all of his advances to the letter, even adding a few of my own.
I'm sure this would be very exciting if I could tell what was going on.
This will no doubt captivate the legendary pirate. He has always enjoyed my ballet commenting on how poetic it is to see my dance, so let us see how he likes the footwork I display with swords. The swords continued their clatter and thus grew more intense with the anger growing inside of me. Erik is going to see that I am a true pirate and a damn good one.
We continued to volley over obstacles in my room...knocking over tables and lanterns, even starting a small fire. However, we paid it no heed for neither of us wanted to forfeit the fight. Enjoy burning to death, then, you fools. Furthermore, I feared that if I allowed him to best me, he would leave. I climbed upon a table, hoping I could make up for our height difference; as a result, Erik lunged forward and I sidestepped. As a consequence of this action, his sharp weapon struck my thigh slightly tearing my skirt. Of course it did. *sighs* In shock, I glanced up to find him smiling with his devilish grin and raised brow. I glared back at him as he graciously bowed, as he always did when he believed that I had drawn a close to our quarrel. He must not value his life very much. I drew back, but only momentarily from the swordplay. As I jumped down to the wooden floor, I decided to tear off the skirt at the slash revealing my lithe, long legs. I knew that this would captivate him No, it wouldn't. and was delighted to see that the plan worked. As he stood there staring at my thighs in wonder of what lay further up, *facepalm* This version of me is a terrible pirate. he lost his footing and fell to the floor. How? I proudly stood above him, the point of my blade at his throat and my bare foot on top of his rippled, masculine chest. We were both breathing heavily, but I came off the victor.
*to Erik* That made our swordfight in the 2004 movie look good.
I never thought I'd say this, but you're right.
Erik looked up at me with a glimmer in his eye and replied, "Well done. The Phantom boards." He paused and motioned towards the burning floorboards. "I'll put out that fire while you go and gather your things...Pirate."
Christine: Is it over?
Raoul: The flashback? Yes.
Erik: Good. I find that style of sporking annoying.
Meg awakens and sits up in the cedar wood bed that is covered in crisp white linens.
Raoul: On a pirate ship?
Her dream is still fresh in her mind, making her heart happy as she reminisced about her first confrontation, other than her training with the legendary pirate. She looks around the room, the
Hello there, fire hazard.
She resumes her study of the surroundings, finding a small writing desk in the corner, a few of her favorite books resting upon its surface.
Christine: On a pirate ship?
The young maiden
Erik: No offense to Meg, but considering her portrayal in this fic, I doubt that.
breathes deeply the smell of fresh spices greeting her warmly as if she has arrived home, the familiar aura reminding her of how much she misses her days as a young pirate upon this very ship.
Suddenly, her joy turned to ill will, recalling the previous night and the masked man's lack of advances towards her.
Why? Aren't you supposed to be in love with Jack?
The maiden turns to stand as her feet reached the floor her nightgown followed, running it's full length and gently brushes against her ankles. The cool air moves beneath her feet as she furiously paces the floor back and forth, ranting out loud imagining someone beside her to reason with. As she continues, Meg notices her reflection in the large full-length mirror,
Erik: On a pirate ship?
and stops to begin a conversation with herself. The mirror had been a present from Erik on one of his many trips to Singapore.
"What do I signify for him? He acts as if the months we had squandered mutually, the time I exhausted loving him, just were of no great consequence, as if they ceased to exist. How can he thrust me aside in this manner?...Why did he not take me to his loins as he has numerous times long ago?...
Erik: See? I was right. Definitely not a maiden.
Is it my new love for Jack?...Does it threaten what he at one time so desperately craved?...We are pirates...scoundrels and bad lots both of us...we understand our needs and capture what we desire...what has changed?" The reflection of the beauty seemed to have no answers as the blonde continued to ponder the thoughts rushing to her mind, the beginnings of a headache forming.
Meg held her head, making her way to her soft refuge, where she lied down…attempting to cool her forehead with her arm, blocking the candlelight out of her eyes. Out of nowhere, three loud bangs on the door caused her to wince in pain. Groaning, she slowly began to rise off the bed, making her way across the floor to the door in an attempt to silence the person causing her more agony.
Expecting Erik, she snaps "What the bloody hell do you want!?!" as she flung the door open in anger.
Naider is standing in the doorway holding a tray with a teapot, a bottle of rum and a couple of mugs. The older man was startled with the abrupt way she opened the door and timidly states his purpose. "Oh, sorry to disturb, you miss. The cap'n wanted me to make sure yer weren't needin a thin' special."
Raoul: As opposed to a thick special.
"No, thank you Naider. I am doing well" she replies, trying to smile through the pain.
"I have some hot water for tea or rum...they'll surely cure what ails ya. Oh but it looks like you'll be needing some nice 'erbal tea.
Is this a pirate ship or a luxury hotel?
The cap'n gets splitting 'eadaches all the time. 'ere allow me to fix ya some.
Christine: How did he know she had a headache?
Always fixes Erik right up." Naider insists as he makes his way into her room. He places the heavy tray on the writing desk, fumbling slightly with the books.
As the tea is brewing, Naider thinks up a clever observation in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Ey, ye wouldn't want to make it worse by givin ya some rum. Ya drink that with an 'eadache and ya'll find yourself with pain in your head so great ya'd think a cannonball hit ya smack in the skull."
Erik: Then why did you bring her rum in the first place?
Meg giggles at his thought and then grabs her forehead once more in distress.
"Oh..right...I oughtn't make jokes. Here's your tea. Be careful, it is hotter than the desert sun at midday." Naider smiles as he hands over the mug of hot liquid and takes a seat beside her. She sips her tea cautiously and smiles warmly as if it was just what she needed.
"How do you always know how to make me feel right at home?" Meg shyly looks at her cup and makes lazy circles around the rim. Glancing up vaguely at him over the long strands of blonde hair that fell in her eyes,
So her hair is...where?
she says with appreciation, "Thank you."
"Ah, tis fine, miss. Are ye feeling alright? Must be some kinda a strain on ya to cause such an 'eadache." The older man stated, slightly prying for information.
Meg's eyes well with tears as she gazes into the mirror
Fixed.
a woman scorned staring back at her. "Damn it, Jack!"
Naider rises from his place and heads for the door to give her privacy. As his hand reaches for the doorknob, he turns around with a look of concern on his face, "If there be anything I otta help ya with, miss..."
Without finishing his sentence, he turns back towards the wooden door. Meg suddenly clears her throat loudly causing the old pirate to hesitate in leaving the cabin.
Pulling back the tears, Meg's voice was stern as remembering the events at Port Kesslar made her angry. "You see, we went to Port Kesslar in search of a key..."
Naider peers at her with interest and walks closer to attentively listen. Meg strolls over, sits on the bed as Naider follows suit like a caring father listening to his daughter's troubles.
Meg continues with her recollection. "Not really an actual key but a doubloon that has the power to reveal the booby traps and snares as well as the location of a treasure. It has been seen worn as a trinket around the neck of a certain public official's daughter.
Raoul: That sounds awfully familiar, but I can't quite recall why...
The daft girl has no clue that she holds the secret to a treasure worth more than all in the seven seas."
"Ye can't mean?" The old pirate leans in with anticipation.
"Yes, the treasure of the legendary One Eyed Willie.
*snickers* Now that is an unfortunate name.
Jack found the map but without the renowned key...this doubloon to reveal said treasure on the map...without both the key and the map...they are useless.
"But you know Jack. Roberts was with him searching that Kesslar's Mansion. Well, they separated for a time. Jack had fallen prey to his old Achilles' heel, the sweet taste of Caribbean Rum.
Christine: I thought Jack's Achilles heel, so to speak, was his ship.
By the time Roberts found him, the guards had entered to haul his drunk ass out of there
Again with the modern language.
and on to the prison. Port Kesslar's death penalty is strict for all pirates."
Meg now a bit shaken at the thought of Jack's plight. The Persian man poured her some more tea...this time with an additive to help calm her nerves. The maid thanked him once again and continues to recall the events.
"So, we all fled the Port without Jack...we stuck to the code. I was furious but no one wanted to brave that army again. Roberts informed me of Jack's capture and in helping me escape he lost his life. We lost a lot of men that night...including Davy, Mr. Arrows and even young Jim."
The old pirate places his hand over his heart and bows his head in respect. "All fine pirates, Amen to that."
"When I realized that most of the men in command positions were dead. The crew that was left decided to set sail for Tortuga. It didn't take much to convince them but once I got there it was mutiny they all abandoned me in the search for Jack. Then, I found how much pirates cared for themselves.
Erik: Shouldn't you have already known that, since you are also a pirate?
It should not have surprised me but you men are despicable! No pirate wants to help Captain Jack Sparrow. He already owes most of the captains money not to mention the deceit he has used to further his plunder. No one will lift a finger for the Pearl and their daft captain, not to mention risk death for themselves. All the buccaneers know getting close to Port Kesslar will only grant them execution. Not even my feminine charms are able to persuade help for Jack...until now."
"What'll be our fate when ye reach Port?" the old seadog asks in earnest.
"All I want is to get my Jack back to the Pearl safely. After that, I will owe Erik a favor or two. Then, I expect Jack and I will head back to Tortuga, assemble a crew and set out for the treasure."
"Ye realize the whole blinking armada will be on yer tails. Ye won't stand a chance." Naider implies.
Erik: Finally, someone in this fic says something sensible!
"I know that but you know Jack, always got his mind on his next treasure. Always trying to find his way to his next adventure. I was trying to have him stay with me. You know set up housekeeping somewhere on land. Maybe even get him to settle down...kids and a home.
All: *burst out laughing* NOT A CHANCE!
I love the sea but there are so many perils and never enough adventures to fulfill your want. Jack belongs on the sea...it is in his blood. Once a pirate always a pirate. He needs to be free and boundless, letting the waves carry him toward his next destiny..." Meg's sad voice trails off.
She looks to the floor as a stark realization comes to her heart. She states with irony, "I should have stayed on Isle of Abaco and raised unwanted or unfortunate kids like my mum. Perhaps my heart would not be broken a thousand times. Possibly my life would be simpler. Maybe I wouldn't be a woman scorned by two men that I can never possibly control. But I had to fall for a pirate...two actually...but one I fear I've lost. I'll not lose Jack! I can't...I...I love him, Naider. Damn that scurvy, black hearted rat, I love him."
"And Erik?" the older man questions.
Meg rolls her eyes and raises to the mirror once again to yell at her image. "ERIK, Damn him. Damn all you men. What does he perceive me to be?
Erik: In canon, the daughter of my trusted helper. In this fic, someone who is surprisingly naive despite being a pirate.
Am I a little pawn in his chess game?"
The blonde pirate became furious again growing angrier with Erik. "Does Erik actually require my services as his muse or not?
Raoul: You know, if you replaced "muse" with...something else, that sentence would make a lot more sense.
Am I to await his call on his scheduled desire? Who is working for whom here?"
Upon hearing her questions, Erik smirks recalling the girl who first came to him. She has grown up into a fine pirate.
Christine: Has she? I've yet to see her act like a pirate.
The secret of the special mirror had never been evident to her, even as her rantings began to slow, her mind becoming slow as she grew tired. So that's why I fall asleep after drinking Naider's tea...he drugs me...damn pirate. Erik thought, lowering his gaze from watching her and his dear friend from the comfort of his cabin. The ranting of the maiden makes him speculate his next move...
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Miles away in Port Kesslar, two French guards stared out the door as the rain was pouring from the dark clouds, hiding the fact it could have been a beautiful Caribbean day. They entered a wooden door and walked down a staircase to the prison cell below town square. The drops poured from the heavens into the small prison, flooding into the spaces, making it difficult for the great Captain Jack Sparrow. The Pirate was sitting on the damp floor, his head bobbing up and down, in a useless attempt to find a comfortable way to sleep.
"Oh, sorry mate." Jack replies, accidentally touching his cellmate.
LINE-STEALING: 2
Christine: I know that's Jack's line, but it's just out of place here.
"Ew...really sorry."
Beside him sits a bony corpse shackled to the wall of this small room, a rat crawls on its shoulder and squeaks at the pirate. He leaps to his feet, looking at the dead pirate next to him and starts to contemplate his own demise. The now sobered Jack decides to find a way to escape the cell before dawn.. He listens as two French soldiers are boastfully talking in the corridor of the prison sharing a drink of rum. The pirate licks his dry lips and craves a drop from the bottle.
"Ye, gentlemen. How about a little swig for a dying man, ey?" he said with a huge smile.
Erik: You're not dying yet.
The men cease their conversation to address the pirate reluctantly. "We share no drinks with the likes of a pirate."
"I AM A CAPTAIN, not just a pirate and maybe I 'ave a bit of a proposition for you. You get me out of this cell and I'll allow you the opportunity of a lifetime to become part of my crew of the Black Pearl, savvy." Jack says with a leer, waving his hands in the air with an elaborate gesture.
Erik: *winces* Whatever happened to Jack's cleverness?
The two men laugh as they swagger over to the bars. The taller soldier sarcastically remarks, "What makes you think, we would want to betray the French Army to become part of a dying breed of pirates?" The laughter continues as the men walk back to their seats.
Jack again tries to talk his way out of this predicament. He thinking for a moment asserts; "You are making a big mistake. My men will just come...free me and then you will both be killed."
Raoul: (Guards): No, thank you. We value our lives.
Stopping at the sound of the pirate's threat, the taller man walks back to the cell, looking him directly in the face, haughtily states; "The Admiral has this prison guarded by the French Army on all sides. The Vice-Admiral is on the Le Conquerant this minute searching the sea for any attempts of a rescue. So, Jack Sparrow...I will have great pleasure in watching you take your journey to the gallows and dangle until your neck snaps like a twig, you retched pirate."
Christine: "Retched?" Ugh.
The tall soldier turns, handing the keys to the dog, tauntingly commands. "Here ol' boy! You watch this pirate. He believes he will be rescued." The soldiers return to walking up the stairs and the halls fill with their laughter.
The pirate's face is pressed against the bars, watching, as the ratty haired mutt seems to sneer at him. The brown dog lies down to place the black skeleton keys in a puddle on the dirt floor. Jack walks around his chamber in frustration. He looks around the dark cell searching for anything that will aid him. Suddenly, he bends down to grab the femur bone of his cellmate.
"You wouldn't mind if I borrow this now would you, mate?" The Captain pauses for a response from the empty corpse, then continues, "Ah, I didn't think so."
Jack smiles at the skull of the dead pirate, upon standing he winks to the skeleton. "I'll owe you one, mate."
The pirate proceeds to try to persuade the dog to bring him the keys. This captain starts puckering his lips to make kissing sounds and whistles for the dog but to no avail. Aggravated, he begins calling the animal...he even began making threats. The man's pleadings become lesser as he grows tired. Jack hears footsteps approaching from the stairs and raises to get a glimpse.
Erik: Now the author's stealing entire scenes from the movie?
From the bars of his cell, it is difficult to make out, but it looks as if a figure is cautiously walking down the stairs. She pulls off a dark, weather soaked cloak revealing her curvy figure. The timid woman is dressed in a beautiful red gown with gold trim, her hair is elegantly styled off her shoulders and her skin is the purest this pirate had even seen. He is used to the beautiful sun-kissed, bronze skin of Meg making this woman look almost ghostly.
She urgently walks over to him and questions, "Are you Jack Sparrow?"
"CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow. Why do they always forget that?" he rolls his eyes in disgust.
Christine embarrassingly corrects herself. "Yes...em... I'm sorry.
Captain Jack Sparrow, the pirate who is to be executed?"
Christine: I wouldn't say that!
Erik: This is a Sue, not you.
The pirate cringes and replies. "Well, hopefully not, luv. Who might you be and how did a bonnie lass like yourself get in here, ey?"
(Jack): I liked this better when Will did it in the first movie.
"Nothing like womanly charm with father's finest rum to grease the wheels of bureaucracy. However my name...is of no consequence."
"Ah yes, I came into a bit of a snag with the governor's rum myself.
Raoul: Jack's never seen this version of Christine before, yet he knows her father's the governor? How does that work?
That is why you are looking at me in this cell and not in your arms, luv." Jack winks causing the maiden to become uncomfortable.
"Seriously, Captain Sparrow. I am here for information."
"Information? Usually I expect payment for such a request but since you have risked coming here under cover of night perhaps I can indulge you in some of my tales and exploits. I suppose you have come to hear stories of how I escaped an island and commandeer a ship. You want to know how many men 'ave met their death under my blade and of the many women's hearts I have stolen..." The joy fills his eyes as he speaks with pride of his legendary career.
"No, Captain Sparrow." The governess replies, slightly confused.
I see this author still hasn't learned what "governess" means.
The pirate raises an eyebrow and asks with disappointment. "Oh...well...what may I do for you then, bonnie lass?"
"You may tell me the truth, Captain." she answers, with a stern voice and straight face.
"Well, truth is in the eye of the beholder, Miss." Jack responds looking her up and down, a desirous look upon the scoundrel's face.
"Tell me, please. What is it I may enlighten you on?" Jack says, walking away from the bar of the cell as if to lose interest.
"I...I want to know of a pirate named Captain Erik Sebella." Christine's heart pounding, barely believing that the words had escaped her lips.
The man stops pacing, turns on his heels and gives a peculiar look to the mysterious maiden. "And why would you want to learn of this particular pirate?" he asks, inquisitively.
Christine grows impatient, knowing her time is limited to retrieve the answers that her heart so assuredly needs. "That would be of no interest to you. Please answer the question."
"Ay, see that is where you are wrong. This does not work one way, luv." Jack swaggers over to the door, turning his head back and forth in a negotiation of sorts. "You see...I give you somethin' and you give me somethin'." He pauses to stare at her exposed cleavage
Christine: Unless this Sue impersonating me is a prostitute...no.
in a seductive fashion before gazing up into her amber eyes. "That way, luv. We are both satisfied, savvy." he affirms wiping the sides of his mouth deliberately.
Christine appallingly covers her breasts and backs away from the cell. She remarks in a state of shock, "I will not submit to such an act. I only want information of the Captain's existence, merely for the curiosity of a girl's fantasy. Now, would you please, be a gentleman and answer my question."
"Gentleman, ey? I believe you have the wrong room, miss. You see the "gentleman" are being held in the upper floors of this establishment. Down here, we be but humble pirates." Jack sneers at the girl with a devilish grin.
LINE-STEALING: 3
Erik: And as M. le Vicomte observed up there, that's not even the line.
"Seems I see no reason to help you. You have not brought proper payment." The pirate lies on the floor covering his face with his hat and thus showing a lack of interest.
Thinking the conversation is over; Christine turns to leave and sees a bottle of rum on the table near the doorway. She picks up the bottle swirling the contents around the bottle gaining the attention of the pirate. Jack anxiously jumps to his feet and reaches his hand through the bars.
"Do we have an accord, Captain?" Christine asks, holding the bottle just out of the pirate's grasp.
LINE-STEALING: 4
"Aye, give me the rum!" Captain Sparrow shouts, pulling the narrow bottle through the bars and taking a giant swig. Indulging himself in his drink, the governess grew impatient. "Captain Sparrow?"
Jack continued drinking, waving his hand as if to say good-bye. Christine grew angry and pursed her lips up into a thin line.
"We had an accord, Captain." she snaps.
"Ah, Pirate. You should have thought of that before you gave me the rum, ey?" tauntingly holds the bottle up, stirring it slightly in a circular motion.
"Please, you will be going to the gallows in the morning.
Christine: *indignantly* I would never show this little empathy for a condemned man!
Raoul: There, there. We know you wouldn't.
I will probably never see another pirate again. You are the only one I can ask. PLEASE!" Christine's pleadings softened the heart of Jack.
All: No, they wouldn't.
He turns slightly, staring at the floor and begins speaking. "Erik is real. I know him quite well...a legend, in fact, much like myself. He has been in piracy since he was a lad...a genius really...trained his own crew, built his own ship.
Erik: So this version of me is a shipwright?
I do not know where he'd be if he hadn't run into me...taught him everything he knows... em...He crews one of the fastest and most sought after ships in the sea, The Phantom. Well, that is second to mine, of course, the Pearl. You know a ship to a man represents...everything...it is life, freedom and when you are on the sea you have no worries at all..." the pirate fades from speaking, lost in thought and staring into the distance.
The sound of men's footsteps coming interrupts their conversation.
"Oh no! I have stayed too long. The shift change...where do I hide..." The fear in the brunettes eyes grew as Jack helps her to find a place to hide.
Out of the bars of his cell, he points frantically to different places. Christine tries to hide in the damp, dark prison hold but to no avail. Finally, the pirate points to the table, shooing Christine to crawl underneath it. She makes a terrible face at the thought of touching the damp ground and soiling her dress. She decides against it and runs behind the door just as the guards open it.
Christine: *facepalm* Sue!Me is an idiot.
The two new soldiers are busy talking and do not shut the door behind them as they enter the hold. The lanky guard walks over to the table to hang up his jacket and hat. While the stocky one walks to the chamber to check on the pirate and in turning back realizes the door is open.
"What are you doing? You forgot the door again. You'd forget your uniform if the wife didn't lay it out for you." The soldier teased as he strolled towards the door.
Jack seeing that Christine is about to be caught he seizes the opportunity and fakes a stomach cramp. "Ow...ooo the pain." the scoundrel moans.
"Ah, stop your bellyaching you'll be hanged in the morning anyway and you will not have to worry about it." The stout guard mocks.
However, the lanky guard interjected. "You're a fool! don't your realize that if he gets ill, we will get the blame for it?"
The stout guard scoffs, "Blamed?... For his bellyaching?"
Raoul: Look, another sensible person!
Lanky guard suggests, "Well...suppose his aching is really an illness? What if he is too ill for hanging?
Erik: I've never heard of such a thing.
Then who will they blame? The men what watched him that is who."
The stout man pondered the contemplation of facts. "Yeah. They would blame us and maybe we would get the noose."
Jack hears the men and moans ever so loud causing the lanky man to rub his neck..."We should help him. I can't hang I have a wife and kids."
Growing nervous, the two guards run to his aid as the pirate winks for the girl to leave. Quietly but quickly, Christine escapes up the stairs unnoticed. The confident woman returns to the safety of her carriage and as it pulls away, she retrieves her small medallion pendant from her corset,
Christine: Which doesn't get described.
pondering the words of Captain Sparrow about her legendary pirate as she fingers it gently.
A few moments later, Jack still complaining as the guards hovering over him argue over what to do. The pirate sees that they have neglected to close the cell door. As they continue to argue about the proper way to help a belly aching man, Jack slinks out the cell door. Upon remembering his promise to his cellmate, he rolls a bottle of rum across the floor in the corpses direction and tips his hat at him. The men watch the rum bottle and glance up at each other in disbelief as the cell door slams closed.
All: ...There are no words.
The pirate bows stating, "This is the day that you will always remember as the day that you almost
The confident pirate turns to flee up the stairs when he comes face-to-face with the Admiral, Raoul backed by a few of his finest men.
"Yes, I am sure the guards will always remember this day as the day the great Captain Jack Sparrow was captured after 2 minutes of freedom." Raoul states with a proud tone.
LINE-STEALING: 5
Jack smiles, "But I did escape now, didn't I? Maybe your crew is not in as good of shape as you thought, Admiral."
Raoul's mouth pursed up into a thin line. "You are by far the worst pirate I have ever seen.
LINE-STEALING: 6
Raoul: Stop putting Norrington's lines in my mouth!
I shall be proud to hang you tomorrow and display your corpse for a warning to all pirates."
Walking away, Raoul boasts, "They may even give me a medal. I can see it now..."
Christine: My husband does not boast!
Jack scowls, and glares slightly at the arrogant admiral. "Guards, place this retched pirate back in his cell."
Erik: Who said that?
"But what of the guards sir?" One of his men questions, as he held onto the grungy pirate.
The Admiral shrugs. "Leave them. Perhaps a night in a prison cell will teach them the consequences of releasing a prisoner with their squabbling."
Jack smirks, and as he enters the cell, he looks at his three cellmates. "So...are you sure you don't want to join my crew?"
He walks over to the bony corpse, picks up the rum bottle and helps himself to the last swig stating, "Drink up me arties, YO, HO!"
LINE-STEALING: 7
Another misplaced line of Jack's.
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NOW FOR REVIEWS!!!
I do not feel I should apologize for anything in this chapter other than the unacceptable, long wait.
Really? Because I feel you should apologize for that stupid-ass escape attempt, for starters.
I hope it shant happen again. AGAIN I can't thank you enough for your patient attitudes.
skoteinos metamfiezomai: Dang girl is that a mouth full. Anyway! You were awesome help in the last Chapter so I hope you will let me know how you like this one. Don't be afraid to PM me with help. I was proud of Jack as I hope you were as well.
I wasn't.
Review soon as you can.
jtbwriter: Keep reading I should have more of Ayesha soon. How did you like Naider?
Rikku ree: This little tale comes before the Curse of the Black Pearl when Jack was still Captain. The crew is getting a little upset with him and he is in love with Meg. By the end of the book
Don't call this a book.
you will see why he became the womanizing, rum-loving and decietful pirate we all love and adore. ENJOY!
Canangelscry: You are the best...I am so glad you helped me with this book.
*points to previous comment*
You are truely an inspiration and a help. You job is secure babe. LOVE YA!
Themouseintheoperahouse: I see you added me to your list...sorry you had to wait so long for an update...I hope you do not get discouraged and stop reading I really just needed to think more on the storyline. :D I missed my mouse's sqeaks of approval.
Thelonsomegurlangelofdeath: Keep reading you will see lots of leaverage, foiled plans and sword fights to come. ENJOY!!
If all your swordfights are as poorly-written as that one was...
You know what? Fuck it.
The Princess Bride - Inigo vs. Count Ruygen
The Mark of Zorro (1940)
The Sea Hawk
Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl - Will vs. Jack
[Insert your favorite movie swordfight scene here]
Now those are some proper swordfights.
Kriegle98: Enjoying the plot so far...it does thicken doesn't it...like gravy...ROFLMAO! Hope you continue to read the many twists and turns that come your way on Love upon the sea...:D
This story has about as many twists and turns as a ruler.
lothiriel, me and Katty Noir : Glad you are enjoying the characters...
I'm glad SOMEONE'S enjoying them.
keep reading the plot thickens.
superphan:DID you enjoy Jack...
No.
did he make you drool...
No.
I went to see POTC 3 three times...I LOVE IT and had to add witty Jack to my pirate story. I AM A SUPER PHANTOM AND DEPP FAN!!!
Obviously not enough of one to write everyone in-character, though.
angelofmusicxo: I was very nervous when POTC 3 came out and I was writing a Pirate story but now I am getting back into the plot of it. I hope you enjoy my portrait of Jack.
I don't.
Keep reading.
LOLAlust: Thanks for the props. I was wondering if I had screwed it up royally
You did.
but my reviewer help so much. please keep reading and enjoying the tale.
And it's finally over. See you next chapter.
