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PoTC: Voyage of the Devil's Dowry
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
2,094
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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.
Take It or Leave It
Author's Note: Yeah, I'm sorry about the short chapters. I'm not in the element right now. I need feedback or something. I asked my boyfriend what he thinks but he won't tell me what he really thinks so... whatever.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Devil's Dowry and the crew therin. Jack Sparrow and everyone from PoTC are not mine. I asked for them for Christmas, but Santa never came through on that one.
When Sage returned to the ship she found all of the crew had went out in search of food and other things they thought they needed. Her first reaction was anger, but it was subsided by the amount of alcohol that was sloshing around in her head at that moment. “Oh well,” she said to herself with a tired sigh, “I’ll just set down and watch the ship until they get back.” She stumbled clumsily over to a pile of boxes on the deck, set down behind them, and laid her head back. She checked to make sure she had her gun, sword and rum before settling down. Although, the rum and the sun made a great sleep-inducer, she was asleep seconds later.
A half hour later, Sage was rudely awoken by the sound of unknow boots hiting the deck of her ship. Waking up quickly, she wiped the drool from her mouth and turned over, managing to stay ducked behind the boxes. Someone was at the helm of her ship. From the back she could see he was dressed in a long coat, black pants, suade boots and a rather large captain’s hat. Quietly, but clumsily, she snuck up behind him and stuck her gun to his head, ready to shoot at any moment. “And what do we think ye are doing?” she said to the tall figure. The man put his hands up and a voice came from him “Sorry, love. It’s a lovely ship. Just admirin’ her. No harm done.”
Sage squinted her eyes. “Turn ‘round, Mister.” She said angrily, poking the gun at his head. Slowly, he turned around, putting his hands down as he did. Sage drug in a deep breath. He was definatly a pirate, he smelled of salt. His eyes were brown as was his hair. His hair, although, was worse for the wear. It was aged by the sea and hung unwashed from under the hat, which, in turn, was worn over a red headband. Beads and braids hung healter skelter from different places through the tangled mess. His beard was no better; it hung loosley on two braids that was held together with beads. There was something that was very firmiliar about the way he looked.
“Look, love, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was your ship. I’ll just leave ye alone with…” he stopped and started sniffing her. “Do ye have rum? I smell rum!” Sage tried to keep her calm as she let off of the trigger of her gun, but kept it pointed at him “Look, Who are ye and what are ye doin’ on me ship? If ye answer me and there be no threat I might think about givin’ ye some rum.” Jack smiled a little. “Of course, me name’s Smithy and I’m looking for a boat to buy.” He began but change his tune when he heard the gun click again. He chuckled nervoulsly “While surely, milady, you know who Captain Jack Sparrow be when ye see him. I’m looking for a ship of me own and this one looked vacant for the time being.” He told her. Her mouth dropped open. “Ye be Captain Jack? Well, Hell’s Fire! We’ve been looking for ye for so long.” Jack grabbed the ends of his beard and twirled them around each other. “Yve? ve? We? Why? What?”
Sage shook her head to one of the cabins, her own. “Let’s go to me quarters. We’ll talk about it in there. I’ll let ye have some rum.” Jack nodded and followed her through a door into a room. The room was bare except for 2 hamocks, a stack of matresses, a chest, a table, and 2 chairs. “Most of the stuff’s on the crew’s deck below. I don’t like clutter.” Sage told Jack and then nodded toward the chairs. Jack walked toward one of them and sat down. Sage walked over to the chest and opened it. From it she produced two new bottles of rum, which she carried over to the table. One she placed in front of Jack the other she opened. She took a great drink of the syrupy, brown liquid and then plopped down in the other chair.
“So, Mr. Sparrow, ye obviously need to get somewhere and I need ye to get me somewhere. So, if ye happen to need to get to where ever this place is bad enough I’m hopin’ that ye will accept a ride for the directions to where I need to be.” Sage told him all in one breath. There was no tone in it; it was just blunt and direct. Jack took a drink of the rum. “It all depends, love.” Sage was rubbing her chin again “On what?” “Why, Where ye’re wantin’ ta’ get o’course.” Jack knew it was coming. It was the same place every pirate wanted to get “The Isle of De La Murta” she told him.
“That also depends on why ye want ta get there. I can’t be lettin’ a woman such as ye get inta trouble, now, can I?” he told her, setting back with a smug look on his face. Sage was clearly getting angry. “Now listen here, Captain Jack Sparrow!” she spat the words out nastily, “If ye had rather go out and find a ship who’s owner just happens ta’ be off of the boat at the moment, ye go right ahead and do so. I’m offerin’ ye a ride and ye can take it or ye can leave it. It makes a diffrence not to me.” Jack was about to speak when the sunlight from the open door suddenly disappeared and a man’s voice said, “Is this man botherin’ ye, Cap’n?” and following was the click of guns. Looking over there were about 20 men and women standed there dressed in the clothes of pirates and one can only assume that’s what they were.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the Devil's Dowry and the crew therin. Jack Sparrow and everyone from PoTC are not mine. I asked for them for Christmas, but Santa never came through on that one.
When Sage returned to the ship she found all of the crew had went out in search of food and other things they thought they needed. Her first reaction was anger, but it was subsided by the amount of alcohol that was sloshing around in her head at that moment. “Oh well,” she said to herself with a tired sigh, “I’ll just set down and watch the ship until they get back.” She stumbled clumsily over to a pile of boxes on the deck, set down behind them, and laid her head back. She checked to make sure she had her gun, sword and rum before settling down. Although, the rum and the sun made a great sleep-inducer, she was asleep seconds later.
A half hour later, Sage was rudely awoken by the sound of unknow boots hiting the deck of her ship. Waking up quickly, she wiped the drool from her mouth and turned over, managing to stay ducked behind the boxes. Someone was at the helm of her ship. From the back she could see he was dressed in a long coat, black pants, suade boots and a rather large captain’s hat. Quietly, but clumsily, she snuck up behind him and stuck her gun to his head, ready to shoot at any moment. “And what do we think ye are doing?” she said to the tall figure. The man put his hands up and a voice came from him “Sorry, love. It’s a lovely ship. Just admirin’ her. No harm done.”
Sage squinted her eyes. “Turn ‘round, Mister.” She said angrily, poking the gun at his head. Slowly, he turned around, putting his hands down as he did. Sage drug in a deep breath. He was definatly a pirate, he smelled of salt. His eyes were brown as was his hair. His hair, although, was worse for the wear. It was aged by the sea and hung unwashed from under the hat, which, in turn, was worn over a red headband. Beads and braids hung healter skelter from different places through the tangled mess. His beard was no better; it hung loosley on two braids that was held together with beads. There was something that was very firmiliar about the way he looked.
“Look, love, I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was your ship. I’ll just leave ye alone with…” he stopped and started sniffing her. “Do ye have rum? I smell rum!” Sage tried to keep her calm as she let off of the trigger of her gun, but kept it pointed at him “Look, Who are ye and what are ye doin’ on me ship? If ye answer me and there be no threat I might think about givin’ ye some rum.” Jack smiled a little. “Of course, me name’s Smithy and I’m looking for a boat to buy.” He began but change his tune when he heard the gun click again. He chuckled nervoulsly “While surely, milady, you know who Captain Jack Sparrow be when ye see him. I’m looking for a ship of me own and this one looked vacant for the time being.” He told her. Her mouth dropped open. “Ye be Captain Jack? Well, Hell’s Fire! We’ve been looking for ye for so long.” Jack grabbed the ends of his beard and twirled them around each other. “Yve? ve? We? Why? What?”
Sage shook her head to one of the cabins, her own. “Let’s go to me quarters. We’ll talk about it in there. I’ll let ye have some rum.” Jack nodded and followed her through a door into a room. The room was bare except for 2 hamocks, a stack of matresses, a chest, a table, and 2 chairs. “Most of the stuff’s on the crew’s deck below. I don’t like clutter.” Sage told Jack and then nodded toward the chairs. Jack walked toward one of them and sat down. Sage walked over to the chest and opened it. From it she produced two new bottles of rum, which she carried over to the table. One she placed in front of Jack the other she opened. She took a great drink of the syrupy, brown liquid and then plopped down in the other chair.
“So, Mr. Sparrow, ye obviously need to get somewhere and I need ye to get me somewhere. So, if ye happen to need to get to where ever this place is bad enough I’m hopin’ that ye will accept a ride for the directions to where I need to be.” Sage told him all in one breath. There was no tone in it; it was just blunt and direct. Jack took a drink of the rum. “It all depends, love.” Sage was rubbing her chin again “On what?” “Why, Where ye’re wantin’ ta’ get o’course.” Jack knew it was coming. It was the same place every pirate wanted to get “The Isle of De La Murta” she told him.
“That also depends on why ye want ta get there. I can’t be lettin’ a woman such as ye get inta trouble, now, can I?” he told her, setting back with a smug look on his face. Sage was clearly getting angry. “Now listen here, Captain Jack Sparrow!” she spat the words out nastily, “If ye had rather go out and find a ship who’s owner just happens ta’ be off of the boat at the moment, ye go right ahead and do so. I’m offerin’ ye a ride and ye can take it or ye can leave it. It makes a diffrence not to me.” Jack was about to speak when the sunlight from the open door suddenly disappeared and a man’s voice said, “Is this man botherin’ ye, Cap’n?” and following was the click of guns. Looking over there were about 20 men and women standed there dressed in the clothes of pirates and one can only assume that’s what they were.