Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea
A Discovery in Tortuga
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Author’s Note:
there are tons of POTC stories on the Internet. I have not read them all,
but I gather that mine could very well resemble any number of them. It’s
purely coincidence if it does, I promise. I don’t claim any movie
characters as my own (but wouldn’t the world be great if I could?) except
Cordelia.
Speaking of Cordelia, before anyone yells
“Mary Sue” I’m just going to say, sure, she probably is a Mary Sue, but she’s
you too. I didn’t want to use an “insert your name here” format, so the
character has a name, but can still easily be you (if you’re a girl, anyway) if
you want her to be. You know that it’s fun to think about yourself
in some far off place on some adventure with a very attractive pirate
;-). Anyway, I just didn’t want to have people telling me that my
character is a Mary Sue, I’d rather just admit things up front. *Sighs
deeply* Ah, I feel much better. :-)
It may have its cheesy moments, but life needs
cheese! Please leave any suggestions and comments, but don’t flame.
If you don’t like it, stop reading it, savvy? I don’t flame people
because, well, it’s just not nice. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
“A Discovery in Tortuga”
Captain Jack Sparrow sauntered
(which was more like stumbling when one saw it) out of his third or fourth
tavern of the night. He had had his
fair share of rum and anyone looking on would assume that he was quite inebriated.
could be perfectly sober and nobody would ever know it.
Jack was a crafty and cunning
pirate – one of, if not the greatest in the Caribbean.
Black Pearl, and was enjoying a bit of shore leave, which included heavy
amounts of rum and, should he find a few who did not wish to slap him, wenches.
Jack was making his way back to the
Pearl, which was docked safely in the harbor in Tortuga, when his foot
caught on something, causing him to fall to the ground.
to himself.
he saw the object, rather the person, he tripped over.
Jack saw a mass of long dark hair
and a blue dress, enough to let him know that it was a woman that he had
tripped over. The rest of her was lying
face down in the mud. Jack rolled the
woman over and felt her skin – she was still warm, signifying that she was
still alive.
Jack poked at her a bit with his
finger saying, “Uh, lass, yer in the middle o’ the street.
fact that while he tried to keep an appearance of being tough, he did have a
heart (just ask Will and Elizabeth Turner), or perhaps he was hoping that the
woman would be grateful for being “rescued” and would reward Jack in a
pleasurable manner. Whatever his
reasoning, Jack scooped the woman into his arms and once again stag…sauntered
to his ship.
Not more than a few seconds after
Jack’s foot hit the deck, Gibbs approached him, eyeing the muddy woman in his
arms. “Jack?” he asked, scratching at
his beard.
“Aye?”
“Is, um…D’ye ‘ave a lass in yer
arms?”
“Aye.”
“Ye know it’s bad…”
“Anamaria is aboard this ship,
Gibbs, an’ we ain’ had no bad luck.”
Gibbs smiled.
Jack looked thoughtful for a
moment. “Dunno, this is as far as I
thought. I couldn’ jus’ leave her in
the street.”
Gibbs looked like he wanted to say
something else, but closed his mouth and turned to leave the deck.
“’Night,” Jack called back.
the deck. He left her there as he went
to get Anamaria.