Different World
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,228
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Waking Up
OOOH I got my first review.. Thanks o.o….. ^.^
~thoughts~
Chapter 1
Deep blue eyes crack open looking around the room in a fuzzy mist, her body spasms in pain making her eyes shut in a attempt to make the pain go away. After laying there adjusting to the throbbing pain in her side letting her know she was hit, she opens her eyes to take a look at her surroundings. A nicely sized room, all wood furnishings, large desk, mahogany, in front of a window covered with papers of all sizes, a chest to the right of the door, and the large bed which she currently laying in at the far corner covered in plain white linens slightly coarse but not uncomfortable.
~Well this is not a hospital, now is it..~ She vaguely thinks. Eyes narrowing as she hears voices coming toward the door, she shuts them to cracks and watches the doors through her lashes. It swings open to reveal two very oddly dressed men. One tall, possibly middle aged man, with black hair in braids and dreadlocks , an array of beads and other trinkets woven into it. The other, older, graying hair and seriously overdone sideburns..
The older of the two frowns as he comes to the bed, very gently pulling the sheet down from her chest and moving the large shirt she is in up to check the bandages. “How could ye ‘ave mistaken this ‘ere beaut’ful lass for a lad Cap’n?”
“ An’ ‘ow on earth was I ‘pose to tell the difference Gibbs? The bloody gel was wearing boys clothing and ‘ad that mass of hair tucked up in a cap.” The darker one kicks the door shut as he speaks and crosses the room to sit on the edge of the desk. He picks up a random piece of gold from the desk and twirls it between his fingers.
“At least she be alright now Jack, healin’ up quite nicely, not soakin‘ through the wrappin’s. Bloody guards shootin’ at the lass like that, even thinkin’ she was a lad it an awful thing, with ‘er height ‘ere they shoulda been thinking the ‘lad’ was jus’ a tyke.”
As they speak her mind begins to whirl.. ~A lad? Shot by guards? Where the bloody hell am I? Who are these men and why on earth are they fixing me up and not doctors~ She checks over the man in front of her for any weapons, spotting one almost immediately in his boot. Her fingers twitch slightly before she grabs it, she twists to get her lower body free fthe the sheet using the moment of Gibbs being startled to kick a foot out, harshly hitting the man in the chest. He’s knocked backward by it and lands promptly on his arse.
“Who the BLOODY HELL are you two and where am I?!” She crouches on the bed, moving very slowly off the bed, pressing herself forward to the open window to see, it blocked by the man on the desk who has yet to move.
“Now now lassie no need to get all up in arms. We ‘ere to help ye” Gibbs says, slowly standing up and brushing himself off. Before dropping into silence seeing a slight signal from Jack’s free hand.
Jack stares at her for a moment more before sitting the coin down where he found it and hopping off the desk. “Now see ‘ere lass, this is me ship, The Black Pearl, why don’ we ‘ave a nice lil’tl talk without the use of that pointy dagger there, eh?” He slowly swaggers closer to her, putting on a rakishly charming smile.
Her eyes narrow as she watches him, his confidence unnerving her slightly, no man has ever been that cocky around her. Even the stupidest men could tell she could handle herself. Looking him over once and taking note of his sword.. ~wait a minute.. Sword? Why the does he have a sword… Oh my god I’ve gone insane.. I‘m dreaming.. That‘s it, I‘m dreaming.~ She laughs a bit insanely, the pain in her side feels real enough but there’s no way this is all real. Blinking repeatedly trying to get her eyes to focus on his movements, his swagger makes him hard to track, the closer he gets the dizzier she becomes. She holds her arm rigidly not letting the dagger get into a position to be knocked out of her hand by a kick.
“Well, I am having a fondness for the dagger it seems so why don’t you stop moving and talk where you are.” He stops thankfully too close for her taste he could easily jump and knock her flat on her ass in her condition.
“Alright then.. “ he makes a sweeping gesture with his hands, rocking back on a heel slightly “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, and this ‘ere is my ship, as I said. Previously and beforehand.. “ He grins cheekily, placing his overly expressive hands on his hips. “And who might you be luv?”
Frowning slightly, thinking there is no chance of escape, door blocked and in a shirt that only goes mid-thigh. She introduces herself, “Ash Odesa” her arm relaxes slightly in it’s hold on the dagger. Sensing no immediate danger.
That being the moment Jack was waiting for he draws his sword and leaps forward knocking the stolen dagger from her hand and then pressing his blade firmly against her throat. “Now lass y’ ‘avent been very polite, seein’ as ‘ow I save ye and patched ye up so nice.”
Vaguely thinking ~He’s very attractive this close.. I really should be more worried that there‘s a sword to my throat.. But this is just a dream after all.~ she looks at him and laughs a bit hysterically pain blurrs her vision before begins to slump to the floor, over done from standing so long.
~thoughts~
Chapter 1
Deep blue eyes crack open looking around the room in a fuzzy mist, her body spasms in pain making her eyes shut in a attempt to make the pain go away. After laying there adjusting to the throbbing pain in her side letting her know she was hit, she opens her eyes to take a look at her surroundings. A nicely sized room, all wood furnishings, large desk, mahogany, in front of a window covered with papers of all sizes, a chest to the right of the door, and the large bed which she currently laying in at the far corner covered in plain white linens slightly coarse but not uncomfortable.
~Well this is not a hospital, now is it..~ She vaguely thinks. Eyes narrowing as she hears voices coming toward the door, she shuts them to cracks and watches the doors through her lashes. It swings open to reveal two very oddly dressed men. One tall, possibly middle aged man, with black hair in braids and dreadlocks , an array of beads and other trinkets woven into it. The other, older, graying hair and seriously overdone sideburns..
The older of the two frowns as he comes to the bed, very gently pulling the sheet down from her chest and moving the large shirt she is in up to check the bandages. “How could ye ‘ave mistaken this ‘ere beaut’ful lass for a lad Cap’n?”
“ An’ ‘ow on earth was I ‘pose to tell the difference Gibbs? The bloody gel was wearing boys clothing and ‘ad that mass of hair tucked up in a cap.” The darker one kicks the door shut as he speaks and crosses the room to sit on the edge of the desk. He picks up a random piece of gold from the desk and twirls it between his fingers.
“At least she be alright now Jack, healin’ up quite nicely, not soakin‘ through the wrappin’s. Bloody guards shootin’ at the lass like that, even thinkin’ she was a lad it an awful thing, with ‘er height ‘ere they shoulda been thinking the ‘lad’ was jus’ a tyke.”
As they speak her mind begins to whirl.. ~A lad? Shot by guards? Where the bloody hell am I? Who are these men and why on earth are they fixing me up and not doctors~ She checks over the man in front of her for any weapons, spotting one almost immediately in his boot. Her fingers twitch slightly before she grabs it, she twists to get her lower body free fthe the sheet using the moment of Gibbs being startled to kick a foot out, harshly hitting the man in the chest. He’s knocked backward by it and lands promptly on his arse.
“Who the BLOODY HELL are you two and where am I?!” She crouches on the bed, moving very slowly off the bed, pressing herself forward to the open window to see, it blocked by the man on the desk who has yet to move.
“Now now lassie no need to get all up in arms. We ‘ere to help ye” Gibbs says, slowly standing up and brushing himself off. Before dropping into silence seeing a slight signal from Jack’s free hand.
Jack stares at her for a moment more before sitting the coin down where he found it and hopping off the desk. “Now see ‘ere lass, this is me ship, The Black Pearl, why don’ we ‘ave a nice lil’tl talk without the use of that pointy dagger there, eh?” He slowly swaggers closer to her, putting on a rakishly charming smile.
Her eyes narrow as she watches him, his confidence unnerving her slightly, no man has ever been that cocky around her. Even the stupidest men could tell she could handle herself. Looking him over once and taking note of his sword.. ~wait a minute.. Sword? Why the does he have a sword… Oh my god I’ve gone insane.. I‘m dreaming.. That‘s it, I‘m dreaming.~ She laughs a bit insanely, the pain in her side feels real enough but there’s no way this is all real. Blinking repeatedly trying to get her eyes to focus on his movements, his swagger makes him hard to track, the closer he gets the dizzier she becomes. She holds her arm rigidly not letting the dagger get into a position to be knocked out of her hand by a kick.
“Well, I am having a fondness for the dagger it seems so why don’t you stop moving and talk where you are.” He stops thankfully too close for her taste he could easily jump and knock her flat on her ass in her condition.
“Alright then.. “ he makes a sweeping gesture with his hands, rocking back on a heel slightly “I’m Captain Jack Sparrow, and this ‘ere is my ship, as I said. Previously and beforehand.. “ He grins cheekily, placing his overly expressive hands on his hips. “And who might you be luv?”
Frowning slightly, thinking there is no chance of escape, door blocked and in a shirt that only goes mid-thigh. She introduces herself, “Ash Odesa” her arm relaxes slightly in it’s hold on the dagger. Sensing no immediate danger.
That being the moment Jack was waiting for he draws his sword and leaps forward knocking the stolen dagger from her hand and then pressing his blade firmly against her throat. “Now lass y’ ‘avent been very polite, seein’ as ‘ow I save ye and patched ye up so nice.”
Vaguely thinking ~He’s very attractive this close.. I really should be more worried that there‘s a sword to my throat.. But this is just a dream after all.~ she looks at him and laughs a bit hysterically pain blurrs her vision before begins to slump to the floor, over done from standing so long.