Disclaimer: Don't own the captain - that'll be Disney - nor the Black Pearl - that'll be Disney as well - the Caribbean belongs to Gaïa - but the island is all mine - so's Fen and so's the lullaby. I'd give you the origins of every word, so you'd know where they came from, but I don't want to be here in ten years time - nor do I know them!! (I know, it's not funny!)
Thank you for the encouragement elvenmaiden!!
A/N Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 1: A desolate spit of land
A crackling came from the bushes bordering the shore. Someone crept softly down to the water side,
Cry not liuhl one, sshh, came the whisper, Ther' may be naught but tears teh cry upon m'whithr'd arm, bu' I'd see m'self dead, buried an' all, before y'cem teh h'rm. the song flowed softly out to the clouded sky, it's soft melody calming to tired minds. A content gurgle came from a bundle of blankets. Yer bin real brave yer have, in yer place, I'd not ave bin able teh keep my eyes from closing But there ain't neh need teh worry yerself now; I be wiv yer, me liuhl darlin' He bent down and layed his lips softly to the baby's forehead, I'll never let a tear cross yer cheek, engel. I's jus' yer an' me now. All the others, wel, the'r kind o' not ere no more, see wha' I mean.
Enyway, don't you be a' worrying yerself. Ye'll be fine, tiptop as the french cap'n used teh say
He looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms and, although it was too dark to be sure, gave such a look of love, one would have thought it his own child.
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Fifteen years later
I mean, he said to no-one in particular-indeed there appeared to be no-one in these god forsaken parts, it's not like I was the only one havin' a bit to drink. Shouldn't ave expected anythin' else from Barbossa's kin, though, really, he muttered the last bit angrily under his breath, his eyes whirling around. His arms flailed out either side as if to keep him balanced and let's just say that he wasn't really a' walkin' in a straight line... He squinted at the near empty bottle clutched in his hand, God, anyone would think he tapered with the rum, he took a few more crooked steps, Bloody ell, stop hittin' me, would yer! Clutching his head he looked around. Funny, there didn't seem to be anyone there, maybe he had bumped into a tree. He grinned idioticly, Yeah, that mustve been... He whacked into a low hanging branch and of a sudden his complaints were cut short as he fell back, forced into a starry oblivion.
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He came to, watching as the world tipped gradually back into focus. He shook his head and went to push himself into an upright position, when he felt hard metal cool against the nape of his neck.
forceful words filtered to his ears from behind. Jack's mind whizzed - this might be a problem.
Yeah...well... I'll just be goin'... he made a move to push the blade away.
I said and will now repeat... Do not make a move, he was whirled around and someone grabbed his collar, the point of the sword now pushed down hard against his chest - the stranger was obviously not just making fancy threats. or I shall transperce your heart.
Aha, really, yer don't say. Well, I'd be in a bit of a tricky position if yer did, don't yer think... Jack retorted, attempting unsuccessfully a diplomatic aproach.
That has absolutely nothing to do with me.
Well, no, not exactly. But I was thinkin' he gestured with his arms, still dazy from the rum, which, he thought, had to have been drugged, if you're stranded here for the same reason as I am, you might need a bit of help gettin'...unstranded. Jack flashed her a grin.
The stranger grimaced, Ugh, of all the bad things that could happen... It just had to be a drunken pirate that came along, didn't it. Oh well, she thought, it's not as if there is any other way to get away from here, except swimming, but I'll drown before I even see land. She knew from what little distances she had swum with her pa' that there was no other island within miles, and she had swore on everything she held true that she'd follow the map. The map. Her hand flew to her side... No it was still there.
Jack watched her, Now that is interesting, he thought, the lad is hiding something....
And you have a boat, I suppose?
A ship, luv', a ship... the Black Pearl, in fact. Jack started to ease up as the stranger lessened their grip. He rumpled his shoulders and grinned, standing straight.
She thought quickly, remembering in one blow all her pa' had told her about pirates... mangly pieces of scum.... everyone of the godforsaken lot.... I never seen the like of them... some of those things they did... especially to the girls... doesn't bear thinking about.... Damn, she was in trouble. She looked down at the - well, pirate - in front of her and tried to do a bit of character guessing. That brought a smile to her face, despite the need for anything but a smile. This, pirate, as he was, was the first real flesh-and-blood person - not counting herself or Pintel, of course - that she had seen. Or met. Or talked to. This was what she'd been dreaming about for.... for.... since she could dream.
She focused on him again and suddenly frowned. She'd been dreaming of meeting a drunken (the symptons were easy to spot even for someone who had only heard of getting drunk : slurred words and slow movements, acting like your brains soared away and your body can't seem to follow) example of pirate scum for all her life? Hmmm, maybe not quite... In her dreams, it was always someone of her own age, not Pintel's, and he or she, for that did not matter, somehow had the world between their fingertips... they were the world! And they'd come along, and both she and this unknown stranger would play at royal guards and pirates in the tree tops, swinging amongst the branches, diving into the water... They'd be friends for life. And then they'd go to civilisation' and her new friend would show her the world... And they'd both go out to catch all the pirates... And -
A tug on her hand brought her back to where she really was. The pirate had obviously wondering whether he could creep off unnoticed. Well, he'd need a bit more subtility than that.
Just you stay where you are, pirate. She whispered forcefully. Then her mind darted around, trying to find answers. The pirate obviously wasn't the friend of her dreams, that much was for sure. But then, maybe that's how they were out there? Out in civilisation'? Pintel could have misunderstood them? Unlikely, but...
She could go under disguise - this...pirate...would never need know she was anything but a stranded, marooned, young pirate. Boy pirate. Her looks, she knew, were enough to class her as a boy, well, when her hair was tied back. And then she could just give him the slip after she'd learned enough. Yes, that's what she'd do.
She gave him a shake, you, pirate, why did you call me luv? Her eyes narrowed, she had to pull this one off.
Slip o' the tongue Jack eyed the sharp blade warily as she pushed it harder against him. And, it would be Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please. He smiled, or rather grimaced.
Hmmm.... and this ship of yours, it would be passing by, would it? A gust of laughter burst out from her throat. That was a good one my ship's just sailing by at the moment...' I have been marooned on this island for- she broke off, how long for? Damn... Really, it would be her entire life, but he mustn't know that... For five years, she decided, bringing her chin up high, And not once has a living person set foot on it's earth, nor one ship anchored on it's shore, apart from myself, of course.
Who said she wasn't waiting just off shore? The pirate, Sparrow he'd said his name was, perked in.
I am not a fool, nor am I blind, she said sarcastically, just off shore'? As if... Something in her voice made Jack know she was not joking, and he didn't keep up the pretence.
Allright, here's the deal He made himself a bit comfier, causing the stranger to raise an eyebrow. You let me go free, he gestured wildly with each word, an' I'll get us to Tortuga. The only real port in the carribean He added, seeing his captor's lost look. What say you? he asked gruffly.
What say you? This is going to take some getting used to, she realised as she repeated his words, unsure of their meaning.
What exactly do you think about my proposition? He asked, rubbing his head. Sore, so sore... Are you going to hurry up and answer, my head is killing me...' he thought. And after what seemed, to Jack at least an eternity, she replied, Sounds allright, she sat back, keeping her father's sword against Jack's chest. Then frowned, But I'd need an occupation when I got there... my, err... erm, well, my crew completely abandoned me, so I couldn't go back there... and, well
Ha, do not worry yerself over such a trifle... Jack looked her - or what was visible of her - up and down, there's a lot o' space at Tortuga, you know... a lot o' men looking fer pleasurable company', as you'd call it. He grinned, showing gold teeth that shone in the sparse rays, I'm sure you could find some...occupation.
Another burst of laughter, Well, here it goes, she thought grimly And they'd be gay, would they? She leant into the light, revealing the face of a sixteen year old - or so Jack thought - crowned by what must have been shoulder length hair tied scruffily up behind a bandanna.
He looked like he was about to burst out laughing and make some catty remark, but, remembering the point against his chest, he just widened his kohl-lined eyes and said You never know. Sorry, I think I got the wrong end of the stick...
You disgusting scallywag. You would have made a woman sell herself?
Jack eyed the blade again, rather cautiously and said desperately, seeing the change in her mood. I'll give you a place on me ship.
She stared at him, then looked around, sadness creeping to her eyes as she remembered her pa'. She sighed and turned back to Jack - who gave her a curious look - and said matter of factly, definitively banning every thought of her past,
I accept, on two conditions. One, I want the best cabin on your mangly ship, two, you'll never call me luv' again if you want to keep your tongue. It'll be...Fen. That statement provoked a straightened back and narrowed eyes from Jack. Yer lucky it's you that's got the sword, laddie, because otherwise I'd have transperced you for saying that... In fact, I'd have transperced you long ago.' He thought, waking temporarily from his drunken state.
There's only one cabin in me ship, Fen, he said slowly and calmly, and that would be my own!
Fen stood up, smiled mock-patiently, whilst bringing her sword to draw blood from his neck. He winced. I'd think pretty quick if I were you, mister, because the other option is a slit throat...
That'll be captain to you, he muttered.
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What did you think of it? It's my first time so don't come down to hard on me, but please tell me everything... Is Jack true to his nature? I'm not all that sure he is. Too much description? Not enough? PLEASE REVIEW. Everything you say will be taken into account (so don't go mad!) And do you feel it gets a bit long at the end?
Oh yeah, are the dialects allright or do they not work?
Thank you for reading it, hope you weren't too bored. See you at Chapter 2!!!