Thieves of a feather: Chapter 1
By Too Lazy
Paris, France at night was positively one of the more lovely cities of the world or that was Captain Jack Sparrows' opinion anyway. Even near midnight, the city was still alive with people walking hand in hand, cafés still serving only the most delectable of gourmet coffees and pastries, underground clubs with lustful patronage grinding against each other in dark light lit rooms to the sound of instrumental music and of course the sound of sirens rushing off to the latest crime scene. But the lively night life is only part of what Captain Sparrow loved about Paris, the other part he loved most about it was the fact that Paris was home to some of the wealthiest art collectors and dealers on the planet and tonight he planed to conquer the home of Boris Demitri one of the top collectors in Europe.
The cell phone inside Jack's black leather coat came alive playing the tune of 'paint it black' by The Rolling Stones.
Taking it out he saw from the caller ID that it was one of his dear friends 'with benefits,' he thought happily, Ana-Maria. Knowing that for once that he had done nothing wrong to her in the last week he answered her call with out fear. "Ana-luv to what do I owe the pleasure?" he spoke seductively as he took a drag off a hand-rolled cigarette.
"Cut the crap Sparrow" Ana growled into her head set making Jack cringe on the other side, "I got word from Cotton he has all the recon done, we start on the job tomorrow." She finished.
"Very good news to hear Ana I'll be seeing you on the morrow then." Jack was about to hang up when Ana spoke up again.
"Jack," Ana's voice was no longer filled with annoyance but with worry. "Are you sure you want to do this, there are easier targets to steal from, I mean just looking at the recon photos Cotton sent since you got the idea in your head to rob this man, you are asking for a death wish to come true."
Jack was smirking it was nice to be worried over at times, "Ana you forgot one very important thing…" He paused for dramatic effect but Ana cut him off.
"Yeah, yeah you are Captain Jack Sparrow." She mimicked in a passable drunken voice. Jack chuckled lightly.
"And don't you be forgetting that luv. See you tomorrow." He hung up before Ana could go into another rant about his death wish and him being an idiot. Jack put out his cigarette and stood up from his comfy seat, paid his tab, gave the cute waitress a wink and a hefty tip and started walking to his temporary home where he would no doubt find a very drunk getaway driver Gibbs, an angry Ana-Maria and Cotton feeding his parrot.
'Ah yes life is good and by the next night it will only get better.' Jack thought smugly.
Elizabeth Swann pushed a few of her tawny locks of long hair that had escaped her pony tail from her face as she sat in front of her laptop reading up on anything she could find on the legendary thief Jacques Mesrine.
All her life she had been fascinated by folk heroes or in essence the modern-day Robin Hood, but to her great dismay they were a dying breed. So far the only one to ever come close to her old hero of Mesrine was Captain Sparrow but he was just a common crook apparently because he stole only for himself and had no qualms about resorting to violence when it came down to him and others. Still Elizabeth just found a life of doing what you wanted when you wanted truly ideal. But, being the Prime Minister's daughter, she never had the chance to experience the kind of adventurous life she always dreamed about.
A knock on the hotel door startled Elizabeth from her reading and she quickly shut off the laptop and went to the door. "Who is it?" she asked.
"Room service sweetie." Said Prime Minister Swann. Elizabeth grinned; it was her father no doubt coming to make up for having Elizabeth to stay all day in the Hilton hotel with no one but two un-talkative body guards for company. Elizabeth opened the door and hugged her father before inviting him in as she looked at him she noticed her father looked very tried. To Elizabeth he also looked older, worn.
"I am so sorry my dear but the meeting ran late, very late." He said handing her a fruit salad. He was sure Elizabeth liked them. Elizabeth took the salad and set it on the table.
"What is the matter my dear, not hungry?" Prime Minister Swann inquired worriedly. "You are not catching stomach flu are you?"
Elizabeth smiled ever since the death of her mother when she was five, her father worried about her more than what was necessary, yet even now that she was twenty going to be twenty-one in less then a month, he still fussed and Elizabeth found all of that sweet. So not to make him worry she began to eat the fruit salad although she was rather hoping for chocolate.
"I know you were hoping to spend your summer holiday with me but work has been tedious this year." He explained as Elizabeth ate. "I do have a small gift that I hope will more than make up for my absence." From his tailored suit pocket he produced a heart shaped gold pendent on a thin gold chain. Elizabeth put her fork down.
"Oh father it's beautiful, you did not have to do this." She smiled her radiant smile as she helped her father place the pendent on her neck.
"Well I wanted to…" he paused and looked away as his daughter turned to face him. Elizabeth began to worry as her father continued to stare at the floor seemingly lost in deep thought.
"Father?" Elizabeth ventured placing her hand on his shoulder. Prime Minister Swann blinked rapidly and then smiled as if he had not stopped talking.
" Elizabeth I want you to start accompanying me on my meetings now. That way we can spend more time together." It was such an abrupt change of topic Elizabeth not wanting to be rude just nodded in complacence.
"Tomorrow you and I will attend an award ceremony for Interpol task force. We will also be getting new bodyguards after the ceremony." He explained as he poured himself some brandy from the mini bar.
"Really? Who are they?" Elizabeth asked now trying to finish the fruit salad. Her father retuned to the table and sat down.
"Well after the ceremony one will be inspector Norrington and the other will be Lieutenant Turner." Elizabeth's father smiled, and Elizabeth smiled back.
AN: Okay here is the first chapter and one of many I hope. Anyway please review and be kind this is my first fanfic in a very, very long time. I have many burns from past flames which forced me to stop writing.
Don't worry this chapter started out slow but I will make it better once Barbossa and his crew gets involved. Also Jacques Mesrine was a real life theife to which some called him a gentalman robber. Not to metion when he was finally killed some morned his death.
Oh and one last thing this is a Jack/Liz fic. Wait don't run away!(Chases after you guys.)
Disclaimer: I will never own POTC. Disney owns it. I am merely 'commandeering' the characters for a bit but with every intention of giving them back...Maybe.