The Egg
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,500
Reviews:
2
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.
The Egg
The Egg
Pirates of the Caribbean
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Summary: There are some surprises in store for Jack this Easter. Slash. (Part of the “Holidays” series)
Beta: THANK YOU PENDRAGGININK!!!!! You’re the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
NOTE: Plot Bunny diets consist of nothing but REVIEWS. If you want the plot bunnies to be healthy, happy, and PRODUCTIVE, I’d suggest that you FEED THEM!!!! So please review.
A/N: Next chapter VERY soon if the plot bunny gets fed.
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Prologue – Easter Egg Hunt
“Uncle Jack! I found another one!” The little boy ran up and deposited the brightly coloured egg into Jack’s hand, who put it into a waiting basket, careful not to break it. The boy was small for his eight years, looking for all the world like an angelic five-year-old. Jack knew better. Jack assumed the boy was part tribal from the Americas, as that was what his whore mother tended to prefer as clients. He also knew the boy to be a hellion since the beginning of the trip from Philadelphia to Tortuga. Hell, he’d only done it as a favor to the boy’s mother Annabel, as he’d known her since he’d been the Captain of the Black Pearl the first time around. She’d been beautiful then, but whoring was hard on a woman, and she’d not aged well. It almost seemed to Jack that she’d put all of her beauty into the boy, where it would surely get the whelp in trouble if she didn’t keep him away from the sailors that hung around the taverns in Tortuga. Piercing, dark violet-blue eyes peeked out of an unruly mop of black hair. If the boy stayed in Tortuga much longer, he’d end up someone’s cabin boy. Jack wouldn’t mind it, himself, if he didn’t already have one. /Well, lover. As if Will ever thought he was my “cabin boy.”/ The pirate chuckled to himself.
“Only seventy-two more to go, lad. You’re doin’ great!” The boy ran off, happy. Jack turned to Annabel, standing next to him at the helm. “Smart lad ye got, Annabel. I might have to hide another gross of eggs to keep him busy till we get ye home to Tortuga.”
“So, you like him?”
“Oh aye, he’s a fine lad. Make a good sailor one day the way he climbs around the rigging. Good lookin’, too. Be a heart breaker when he grows up, that one will.”
She smiled. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
He seemed to realize what he’d said. “I mean…Annabel, he’s a fine lad, and you are beautiful and all, but I’m not the marryin’ type. There’s no future for you here on the Pearl.”
She looked at him indignantly. “ Spa Sparrow, I’m the first person to know what time has done to me, so don’t even try the ‘you’re beautiful’ lies! And I don’t expect you to marry me!”
Jack looked quite relieved.
“I expect you to take Leslie with you when I take your leave in Tortuga.”
Jack started to sputter. This was NOT something he’d expected! “Annabel, NO! I can’t take care of a whelp at sea! He’s not old enough! He’ll miss his mum!”
“He’s no younger than you were when you first went to sea, if you were telling the truth. And he’s missed his FATHER his whole life! He’s never lived around men before.”
“What do ye call all the men hangin’ around Madame Chelsea’s, eh?”
“Customers. They’re not the type of men that I want him around. They’ll never treat him right, and I don’t want him growing up to be a male whore.”
“And I’m the right type? A pirate? I’ve hung around Madame Chelsea’s too, y’know. “ He put his hands on his hips, thinking he’d made his point.
“You ARE the right type, Jack.” She crossed her arms, pouting. Jack thought she might cry.
He glared at her despite the tears. “Annabel, I will NOT be saddled with someone else’s whelp!”
“GOOD! Because he’s NOT ‘Someone.Else’s.Whelp!’” She turned on her heel and tromped down the stairs from the helm, disappearing into Jack’s cabin.
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TBC
A/N: Please feed the plot bunnies on your way out. Click on REVIEW...
Pirates of the Caribbean
Copyright: Characters, not mine, See the Mouse. Story, mine, but I make no money. He does, but not on this.
Typing convention. / is used for thoughts.
Summary: There are some surprises in store for Jack this Easter. Slash. (Part of the “Holidays” series)
Beta: THANK YOU PENDRAGGININK!!!!! You’re the greatest!!! I can’t thank you enough!
NOTE: Plot Bunny diets consist of nothing but REVIEWS. If you want the plot bunnies to be healthy, happy, and PRODUCTIVE, I’d suggest that you FEED THEM!!!! So please review.
A/N: Next chapter VERY soon if the plot bunny gets fed.
* - * - * - *
Prologue – Easter Egg Hunt
“Uncle Jack! I found another one!” The little boy ran up and deposited the brightly coloured egg into Jack’s hand, who put it into a waiting basket, careful not to break it. The boy was small for his eight years, looking for all the world like an angelic five-year-old. Jack knew better. Jack assumed the boy was part tribal from the Americas, as that was what his whore mother tended to prefer as clients. He also knew the boy to be a hellion since the beginning of the trip from Philadelphia to Tortuga. Hell, he’d only done it as a favor to the boy’s mother Annabel, as he’d known her since he’d been the Captain of the Black Pearl the first time around. She’d been beautiful then, but whoring was hard on a woman, and she’d not aged well. It almost seemed to Jack that she’d put all of her beauty into the boy, where it would surely get the whelp in trouble if she didn’t keep him away from the sailors that hung around the taverns in Tortuga. Piercing, dark violet-blue eyes peeked out of an unruly mop of black hair. If the boy stayed in Tortuga much longer, he’d end up someone’s cabin boy. Jack wouldn’t mind it, himself, if he didn’t already have one. /Well, lover. As if Will ever thought he was my “cabin boy.”/ The pirate chuckled to himself.
“Only seventy-two more to go, lad. You’re doin’ great!” The boy ran off, happy. Jack turned to Annabel, standing next to him at the helm. “Smart lad ye got, Annabel. I might have to hide another gross of eggs to keep him busy till we get ye home to Tortuga.”
“So, you like him?”
“Oh aye, he’s a fine lad. Make a good sailor one day the way he climbs around the rigging. Good lookin’, too. Be a heart breaker when he grows up, that one will.”
She smiled. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”
He seemed to realize what he’d said. “I mean…Annabel, he’s a fine lad, and you are beautiful and all, but I’m not the marryin’ type. There’s no future for you here on the Pearl.”
She looked at him indignantly. “ Spa Sparrow, I’m the first person to know what time has done to me, so don’t even try the ‘you’re beautiful’ lies! And I don’t expect you to marry me!”
Jack looked quite relieved.
“I expect you to take Leslie with you when I take your leave in Tortuga.”
Jack started to sputter. This was NOT something he’d expected! “Annabel, NO! I can’t take care of a whelp at sea! He’s not old enough! He’ll miss his mum!”
“He’s no younger than you were when you first went to sea, if you were telling the truth. And he’s missed his FATHER his whole life! He’s never lived around men before.”
“What do ye call all the men hangin’ around Madame Chelsea’s, eh?”
“Customers. They’re not the type of men that I want him around. They’ll never treat him right, and I don’t want him growing up to be a male whore.”
“And I’m the right type? A pirate? I’ve hung around Madame Chelsea’s too, y’know. “ He put his hands on his hips, thinking he’d made his point.
“You ARE the right type, Jack.” She crossed her arms, pouting. Jack thought she might cry.
He glared at her despite the tears. “Annabel, I will NOT be saddled with someone else’s whelp!”
“GOOD! Because he’s NOT ‘Someone.Else’s.Whelp!’” She turned on her heel and tromped down the stairs from the helm, disappearing into Jack’s cabin.
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TBC
A/N: Please feed the plot bunnies on your way out. Click on REVIEW...