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The Siren Song of Pirate Fire
By �Kitty� Katrionna Brannagh

A/N: YAY, we finally made it to Chapter 10!! <glares at Brittany>
Ok, now you, yeah, yeah you: you�re going to review now damn
it!!! Yeah. I�m done. Ok, well I�m not going to babble on too much (frightening
isn�t it??). Ok, nuff-o-dat. Go read pleasies, and review!!

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Jack stood up, walked over to the table, and
flattened the yellowed piece of paper on top of the other maps. �A Spanish merchant
ship?� he asked.

�Aye,� replied Gibbs. �Called
La Diabla Liza. On its way back to Madrid from the Americas.�

�Aaah...� Jack smiled
slightly and stroked his beard in thought, liking this idea more and more.
�Bound for Maddy, eh? Well,� Jack stood up straight
and strode towards the door with a kick in his step, �coming from the colonies
they �ave up there, that ship�s bound to �ave bundles of loot aboard it. All right then, Gibbs! Ow.� Jack knocked into the door once more, but quickly
composed himself. �We�re goin� after La Diabla
Liza!�

Besides, thought Jack as he swayed over to
the helm and Gibbs barked the new plan out to the crew, this all�ll keep me mind off of...damn it all...

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�Now...gather the rest of the crew.� The woman
put back on her hat and pushed the first mate down to the ground. �And go into
the Serum Pub. There�s a girl in there, blonde hair, blue dress, name�s
Giselle. Fetch her nicely,� she glared at him for a moment, a warning.
�Tell her I should like her help in a few matters and that I�ve got a
proposition for her.�

The first mate, annoyed but curious, asked
�What are ye plannin�, Cap�n?�
The woman brushed aside a few strands of hair and leaned over the side of the
ship�s railing, as her fingers lightly drifted over the necklace hanging about
her throat. The slightly calloused fingertips smoothed over the intricately cut
black stone, and feathered over the slick, silky, shadowy pearls.

�We�re catching up,� was her dreamy, impious
reply. It was a threat, a vow, a promise...a plea...

And even though he was out of sight, far out on
open ocean waters, as the world was pulled into daylight, Jack felt the back of
his neck prickle, and his ears burned, as though someone was talking about him,
and summoning him in their thoughts.

Somehow, Jack feared that even though that day
that he hated, loved, despised, adored...feared...wanted...had
passed, that that glorious dream and abhorrent nightmare was far from over. In
fact, it was only just beginning.

And Jack�s fate was tangled and intertwined
with the object his affections and hatred, more than he ever would have cared
to realise.

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The hull of the Black Pearl crashed through the
waves, speeding in the direction of La Diabla Liza. Captain Sparrow stood at
the wheel, his compass held out in front of him, his hand gripping the wooden
post, every now and then turning it slightly. The day was clear enough, pale
blue sky, with occasional patches that were interlaced with hazy white clouds.
The water was seemingly calm, but still choppy and a little rough, gently
rocking the ship. The wind was with them, so even though La Diabla Liza had gotten
about a half-day�s start ahead of the Pearl,
Jack was sure they�d catch up. Besides, his Pearl
was the one of the fastest ships in the Caribbean.

A small smile played upon his lips, and, still
gripping the wheel, he turned to look for Gibbs. It took a few moments, but
Jack eventually saw him loosening the sails a little so they could pick up a
bit more speed. �Gibbs!� Jack called. The first mate�s head lifted and looked
around for the source of the voice that had called him. Seeing Jack at the
wheel waving him over, Gibbs climbed down and walked towards Jack. �Aye, Cap�n?�

�Think ye can take the wheel for a bit, Gibbs?�
Jack asked, in an almost weary tone.

�Sure thing, Jack,� replied Gibbs. �Ye�ll be wantin� a rest then?�
Jack sighed and nodded.

�Yeh. I�m a bit
tired.� Gibbs shook his head and looked at Jack with a nameless reprimanding
stare.

�Well, that�ll teach ya
not to drink loike that.�

�Oh, come off it, Gibbs, you�ve been drunker
than that a�fore.� Gibbs shook his head again and
rolled his eyes.

�Yes, I�ll steer for a bit, Jack.�

�Thank ye, Gibbs. I�ll be in me cabin takin� lit�ul doze. Wake me if anyfthing happens.�

�Aye, Cap�n.�

After Gibbs took the wheel from Jack, the
pirate captain made his way to the doors between the two sets of stairs that
led to his quarters. For once not knocking into the door, Jack opened the right
door, ambled through, and went to his table. Sitting down, he picked up the
trade route map of La Diabla Liza, and his fingertips walked a path along the
dotted line that showed the ship�s course. Ah, what riches shall we find on
this lit�ul Spanny-Dego
ship, I wonder? Jack thought to himself. And this area is mostly out of
the regions where Norrington posts men.

Smiling, Jack recalled the several times the
Commodore had tried to have him hanged. Then meeting Will Turner. And in turn,
meeting Elizabeth Swann. Or Mrs. Turner, I guess I should say. Jack was
glad those two had married. They obviously cared for each other a lot. And even
though he had flirted a bit with Elizabeth,
he never was serious. Sure she beautiful. But Jack hadn�t felt that way about a
woman for... Damn. Damn, damn, damn, damn, DAMN.

As usual, trying to not think about
something somehow always led to actually thinking about whatever
it was you didn�t want to think of. Think of somefthing
else, just think of somefthing else.

He gazed at the map. Yes. That was good.

They would attack La Diabla Liza.

Good.

They�d take the crew as prisoners till they had
cleaned out whatever was valuable on the ship.

Just keep thinking along those lines.

He�d split any actual currency with the rest of
his crew.

Money.

Any ornamental swords or tools would be great
to give Will.

Tools�n�stuff.

Jack would probably keep all of the precious
and semi-precious jewels if there were any and choose the best to give to Elizabeth.

Concentration was lost for just a fraction of a
second, but it had happened.

Jewels.

Pearls.

Lela.

Jack�s hand flew to his face, smacking his
forehead once, and rubbing his eyes furiously. Fuck. No, no, no, no, no. NO.

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A bit earlier, back on Tortuga...

On board one of the ships of the female pirate,
eleven women stood about, chatting away with questions and comments.

��Ere now, whas�all
this then?� said a woman.

�Dunno. Giselle�s the
one-a drug us up �ere,� replied another.

�Cor, wouldya all just calm down?� Giselle protested.

�Calm down?� sneered the all-too-familiar voice
of Scarlet. �Tch, �ow do
you expect us to do that?�

�She has a point, Giselle,� Chelsea complied.

�Yeah, we barely know why we�re eer,� called out another.

�Oo�s this woman we
keep �earin about?� asked a different one.

�Some female poirate cap�n, or some such nonsense,� another answered.

�I�m startin� to fthink she�s imagin�ry.�

�Yeah, when�s she gonna
come round then?�

�I told ya, jest wait
a bit,� Giselle stated firmly.

�Look, Giselle, luv,
I wanna know oo the fuck
we�re dealin wiv �ere,�
scoffed one more.

�Really?� The eleven women standing on deck of
the Gremlin Flame turned and looked upwards, towards the cynical, mocking voice
that had suddenly spoken up. �Well, you�re fucking dealing wiv
me, luv.� The woman who had spoken swung down on a
rope from the top of the mast, her long black hair sailing behind her. Landing
with a soft thump on the deck, she swept her hat off and took a graceful
bow.

�Hello, ladies,� she smoothly said. �Giselle
tells me you are a rare group of women: rough, tough, and maybe a lit�ul bit mad.� She flashed a delicate smile and stated,
�I am Captain Lela Bratchkep, and this,� she gestured around them, �is one of
my two ships. The ship yer on is the Gremlin Flame,
and that,� she pointed out
across the water to the ship next to them, �that is me pride�n�joy...the Siren Fire.�

Even at just the mention of its name, the
eleven Tortuga women sensed the danger in it
and could just stand in awe. That is until the captain began pushing them in
various directions to position them in a line. Ignoring their soft, slightly
annoyed protests that she was wrinkling their dresses, Lela pushed and pulled
and prodded and poked until they were queued up and standing straight enough to
her satisfaction.

�Right. I should like to know your names then,�
she commanded in a very authoritative tone. �Ye can add in any special skills er anyfthing if ye want.� She
smirked. �That way I can know who to fthrow off
first.� It took a second before they realised she was kidding, and one by one
they started to nervously laugh, the ones who weren�t the brightest skirts on
the rack trailing off at the end. Lela rolled her eyes and, giving a
good-natured chuckle, walked to the beginning of the line on the far left. �I do
know you a bit, m�dear,� Lela laughed. �You�re
the one who organised these birds togevver. Giselle,
yes?� The blonde nodded, little curls that were tied back bobbing on the back
of her head.

�S�right...Captain.�
The two women smiled at the formal designation. �Now, I�m not particularly
strong in me legs, can�t run fast or nothin�, but,�
Giselle flexed her right bicep and giggled, �I can best most any�un in arm wrestling.�

�Good for hand-to-hand combat,� replied Lela.
Walking to the right with two small steps, she addressed the second woman. She
stood a head above Lela but looked nervous and fidgety with mousy brown hair
and constantly shifting grey eyes. �And you?�

�I-I�m R-Ramona,� she answered in a soft, low
voice.

�And what do you do?�

�I w-works with weapons. Guns, swords,
daggers,� she looked at the sky, tilting her head, as two fingers wrapped and
unwrapped a lock of hair, �butter knives, pins, fire irons...� She trailed off,
her voice fading into near-silence, occasionally muttering something about �goood weapons, r-reeeaaal good
weapons...�

Raising an eyebrow, Lela carefully slid past
the still mumbling Ramona, and moved onto to the next woman, who surprisingly
was about three or four inches shorter than Lela.

�Your name?�

�Caitlin,� the tiny young woman replied. Lela
raised an eyebrow in question and doubt.

�How old are you?�

�23 �,� Caitlin answered promptly.

�Are you sure?� Lela asked. �You look like
you�re...well,� she pointed her forefinger on Caitlin�s chest between the two
clavicle bones, �like eleven or somefthing.� Caitlin
sighed and held up her hands.

�I know, I know. I never hit that growth spurt
we all supposedly hit in adolescence.�

�Ah-huh...well m�dear
Caity-lyn, what do you do?�

�I�ve never actually been on a ship,� she
sheepishly admitted, �but ever since I was little, I�ve built forts�n�stuff. I�m pretty good too; I�m always adding in
things like bells, booby traps, things like that. I�m very skilful with knots
and tying things too.�

�Sounds like you�d be perfect to work with the sails�n�things, Caitlin,� Lela offered. The two smiled at
each other and Lela stepped to the right again and onto the next woman. �Name?�

�Scarlet,� sneered the brunette, brushing some
dirt off her red skirt.

�Your skill?�

�Lily on the plateau,� came the sarcastic reply
with an innocent smile. Lela�s eyes burned into Scarlet with a warning stare
while the other women noisily gasped and giggled and quietly scolded and
warned. Giselle came behind Scarlet and smacked her in the head. �Ow!� she squealed. Giselle shook her head and glared at the
brunette who was regretting what she�d said and rubbing the back of her head.
�I mean, um, ahem, I�ll wash clothes and sew �em, and
help cook.� Lela gave a delicate snort and turned to walk to the right.

�That�s what I thought you meant to say. And
you are?�

�Katook!� the woman
brightly answered.

�............Ka...took?�

�Yyyyyupp!� she said
smacking her lips on the �p�. �And I can keep track of yer
plunders�n�raids, the money ye make and stuff.�

Giselle spoke from the end of the line, �Um, Er name�s Kate, Cap�n, but poor
girl�s nutty as a fruitcake. She thinks she�s a countess...of someplace
called...called...Homahahn??�

�Omaha,
you silly wench!� called Katook, rather annoyed.
�It�s not here now of course. But it will be...in the fuuuuutuuuuure...�

Nearly regretting her choice to have these
women on her ships, Lela just nodded slowly to �Katook�
and carefully sidestepped to the right.

�M�name�s Brittany, ma�am,� the
next girl said before the captain could ask. �As for what I do,� she quickly
drew her foil from her belt and her cutlass from the strap on her thigh, �I�m
an expert swordswoman.� Brittany
smiled proudly as she threw the sword in the air, whipped her little dagger
around a bit, and elegantly caught the falling sword by balancing the handle on
her fingertip. She lifted her finger, tossing the sword up a bit, caught the
handle fully, and neatly sheathed it back into its scabbard.

�Very nice, luv,�
Lela said, nodding and smiling. �You�ll have to go up against me sometime; see
if you�re as good as you think you are.� Lightly chuckling, she walked to the
right again. �Name?�

�Chelsea, Captain,� answered the woman with
bronzed flesh and fair flaxen hair. �I don�do much,
I�m just one helluva shot.�

�Right. Chelsea
(A/N: Said like �Chel-see�), is it then?�

Chelsea shook her head. �No, ma�am, Chelsea
(A/N: Said like �Chel-say-uh�).�

�Good, good,� Lela said. She started to step to
the right again, but stopped and looked back at Chelsea. She stood directly in front of the
Jamaican woman and stared at her intently, almost confused. �Do I...� she waved
her hands a bit in front of her while searching for what she was trying to ask,
�know you??� One hand was placed on her hip while the other�s
fingers tapped her chin. �You seem...familiar...somehow.�

Chelsea laughed wholeheartedly and replied,
�No, ye don�t know me, Captain. But I think you�re thinkin�
of me half-sister Anamaria.�

�Ah yes,� Lela cried, understanding. �That�s
who you look like. You like almost ezactly like �er.� She snagged a piece of the bright yellow hair and
waved it in front of Chelsea�s
face. �Except of course, wiv this. This make
ye look loike a banana.� With an abashed smile, Chelsea giggled and Lela
offered a comforting grin. Looking to the next woman she asked, �What�s your
name, dear?�

The tiny Asian woman answered in a unexpectedly
strong, low voice, �Ching.�

�Ching. Hmm. What do
you do then?�

�I...I shoot the guns.�

�I see,� Lela replied. Not wanting to press the
woman any further�she obviously couldn�t speak English very well�Lela simply
said, �Well, Ching, glad to have you aboard. I�m sure
you�ll be very useful.� Ching didn�t quite understand,
but she couldn�t help but feel reassured by the captain�s gentle smile and
words. �Moving on,� she turned to the next woman.

�Colette!� the blue-eyed girl with bobbed
honey-blonde hair cheerily exclaimed. �Est elle,� she pointed to the slightly shorter girl standing
next to her, �elle est mon meilleur ami--�

�Minou!� giggled the
bright and breezy brunette. �Salut, mon Capitaine! C'est avec plaisir que nous vous
rencontrons.� With a little tiny curtsey, Minou happily gazed up at Lela. Lela smiled back, glad that
these foreigners spoke something she could understand.

�Oui, c'est vrai. Que
vous fait-il deux font?�

Noticeably pleased that Lela spoke their
language, the answered simultaneously with, �Nous pillons, nous fusil, et butin, nous enlevons,
et ravageons et mettons�t
un mis plus fichu! Est-cela bon?�

�Oui,� giggled Lela,
�c�est tres bon.� Walking
over to the last woman, Lela asked, �You are...?�

�Judith,� the woman replied coldly. �Gimme a sword and I�ll kill ooevuh
ye want me to.� Lela was about to raise her voice and say that she did not
welcome mindless killers aboard her ship very well, but decided against it.

�Good then. That�s all of ye.� Lela turned away
and walked in the other direction, not wanting Judith to have a chance to say
anything else. �I�d love tuh have a bit more time to
get to know you girls, but I�m afraid there other matters we must attend to.�
She stood in front of the line again, her welcoming, gentle nature almost gone,
her face returning to its imposing glare and the commanding tone being restored
to her voice.

Pointing to each of them in turn, she directed,
�Giselle, I want you to go over there on the Siren Fire. Chelsea, Caitlin, Brittany,
and Ching: you go with Giselle.� Calling out to the
lovely Frenchies, Lela yelled, �Et Minou et Colette, vous deux vont avec Giselle aussi, bien?� The two women
shouted back, �Oui, Capitaine!�
and followed the other women getting of the Gremlin Flame onto the dock.
Turning to the remaining women, Lela said, �Ramona, Scarlet, Katook, and Judith: I want you four to stay here on the
Gremlin Flame. Scarlet, you can go down to the galley and make the crew somefthing to eat a bit later on. Katook,
I�ll show ye where I keep the books. Ramona, go down and �ave
a look-see at our cannons�n�fthings. Judith...�

Alone on deck with this haughty, unsympathetic
woman made even Lela slightly uneasy. �As soon as me first mate Conleth comes
back, you can talk wiv �im
about our next job. I�d like you to be up front when we take this ship�s crew
prisoner, but, just...� Lela hesitantly handed Judith a large sword in a
leather casing, �don�t overdo it. Savvy?� Judith merely nodded and took the
blade. �I gotta go onto the Siren now, but I�ll be
back in not too long to explain ev�eyfthing to the
rest of you over �ere.�

Lela turned to talk away when Judith quietly
said her name. Turning back, Lela stopped herself from shuddering at the cold
expression radiating from the woman who stood in front of her. �Nice to be
working wif you, Captain.� Lela inclined her head and
walked away with a look of stone upon her face. Climbing up the mast, and
grabbing the coiled rope that hung on a hook, Lela swung over to the crow�s
nest on the Siren Fire. With a toss of her head, Judith scoffed and leaned up
against the side of the ship. �Yes, wonderful to be working with you...�

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Back on the Black Pearl...

�All right men!� The Pearl�s crew stopped whatever they were doing
immediately and their ears pricked up at the sound of Jack�s bellow. �La Diabla
Liza is in sight! Haul on the main brace! Make ready the guns! Run out the
sweeps.� A warning shot was fired just to the side of the merchant ship. Jack
could already hear the screams of confusion of the Liza�s crew, and he smiled
in pure delight at the sounds that told of potential chaos and mayhem. A second
shot was fired, but this one made a direct hit with the ship�s rudder. In less
than two minutes, the Black Pearl had sidled up on the starboard side of La
Diabla Liza and the planks were tossed onto the rails of both ships so that
they sat flat. �Prepare to board!� called Jack, a triumphant ring already
filling his voice.

Yelling out a battle cry, Jack and the rest of
the crew got on the Spanish ship, waving their swords and occasionally firing
their pistols. The crew of La Diabla Liza flailed around in confusion; some
were smart enough to try and fight, others hid, and still others ran below deck
and into the captain�s quarters to protect the valuable cargo. The ones who
fought were quickly overtaken by the Pearl�s
men and forced back to the mainmast. The men who hid were easily found and
pushed over with the braver members of the crew. As for the men who tried to
hide and protect the cargo, all they did was lead Gibbs, Mr. Cotton, and Jack
to the treasure they were after.

Within a half an hour, La Diabla Liza had been
totally taken over by the Black Pearl. Once all the Spanish crew was tied to
the mainmast, Jack stepped in front of them, striking a pose that made him look
intimidating and powerful.

�Gentlemen,� he began, addressing his
prisoners, �you have just been captured by one of the greatest pirates of all
time: Captain Jack Sparrow.� He took a graceful bow and rolled his hat off his
head, exposing the wild braided hair and red bandanna. �And I shall be needing
the keys to the safe in the captain�s quarters. Anyone?� The prisoners kept
silent. �No one?�

Jack smiled and walked over to captain (he
didn�t know that he was the captain exactly, but the man had a hat with an
excessive amount of feathers, so Jack assumed he was such) and knelt down to be
level with his eyes. �T�.�

The man yelped with a very feminine squeal when
Jack pointed to him. �You wouldn�t happen to have the keys now
would you?� The man started to rapidly speak in Spanish, hold up his hands, and
nervously smile as if to say he had no idea what Jack was talking
about. Jack nodded and gave a pseudo-sympathetic glance. �Aw, you don�t have
�em?� Jack clicked his tongue. �That�s just too
bad, it is.� He patted the man�s shoulder in a seemingly comforting gesture,
but... �I really am so sorry, and...allo. Wha�s this now?� Suddenly
Jack was holding a key ring in his right hand swinging it back and forth slightly
in front of the man�s face. Jack asked as if he honestly didn�t know and was
shocked to find them, �Could these be the keys I was lookin� for, I wonder?� An evil smile crept across Jack�s
lips. �Well, why don�t we jest find out, then, eh?� Standing back up from his
kneeling position, Jack shouted, �Right then! Gibbs, you come wiv me into the cabin and we�ll see if we can�t get that
safe open. Cotton, you stay here and guard the prisoners. The rest of you, go
below deck and clean out whatever ye can find that�s valuable enough to take.�
Jack strolled towards the captain�s quarters in his usual swaying way, twirling
the ring of keys on his forefinger. �Come on, Gibbs,� called Jack �Le�sgo see what treasures this beaut�ee
holds.�

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Just minutes before on the Gremlin Flame...

�Aah, I�m almost
there,� whispered Lela to herself. Sitting daintily on the edge of the crow�s
nest with her legs crossed, Lela lowered the spyglass from her eye. She
sneered, obviously pleased with herself. �Time for a little plunder�n�pillage.�

�All right men! Oh, um, and women!� Lela
smirked and pointed in front of them. �There�s the Black Pearl and La Diabla
Liza.� She gave an appreciative glance to Giselle. �Many thanks by the way, Zelly, for...persuading the information about the Pearl�s
whereabouts outta Jimmy-Jimm-Jim-Jim
Jimm.� Giselle just rolled her eyes and smiled back.
�Right. Here�s the plan.� Some of the crew stepped forward to listen. �We go
in, swiftly and silently. The Pearl�s
crew will probably all be lootin� the ship, so we
shouldn�t have much trouble getting aboard. Sparrow�s a stickler for tradition
in piracy,� her eyes narrowed slightly at the name, �so those moustache-ee-ode Degos�ll be tied to the
mast. Don�t let �em speak if ye can help it. When the
Pearl�s crew
comes up and out from wherevuh they are, grab �em, and make �em be quiet. Tie
them to the mast along with Liza�s crew. Questions?�

Conleth stepped next to Lela and asked quietly,
�What should we do when we find Sparrow, then?�

Lela�s eyes flickered with anger and triumph
and one more emotion that Conleth couldn�t recognise. �Bring him to me.�

Conleth ran his fingers over his cutlass.
�Alive?� he asked, hope echoing in his voice.

�Alive,� stated Lela firmly, the anger now
directed at her first mate. He was slightly disappointed, but shrugged it off.
�Right then,� Lela said loudly. �You all know your jobs. Let�s go.�

In less than a quarter of an hour, the Gremlin
Flame and Siren Fire had anchored on either side of La Diabla Liza and the
Black Pearl. The crew quickly and quietly crawled onto the Spanish ship, only
some of the new female crewmembers staying behind. Mr. Cotton had dozed off
leaning against the rail, and was knocked unconscious by the butt of Brittany�s sword. The
bound sailors suddenly realised that they were being plundered again.
Some started to cry out but Judith�s sword found its way to line up with five
Spanish throats. �Say one word and I�ll kill you,� she muttered. Conleth looked
at her disapprovingly out of the side of his eyes, but he didn�t say anything.

One by one, the rest of the Pearl�s crew came up from below deck, and one
by one they fell to the ground in unconsciousness. Lela�s crew dragged each one
to the mast and tied them upright along with the Liza�s crew. After that, they
sat and waited. Conleth and Judith stood outside the doors leading to the
captain�s quarters, waiting...

Inside the room, Jack suddenly noticed that it
was very quiet. �Gibbs?� The first mate looked up from rummaging through the
box of rubies and diamonds.

�Aye?� Seeing Jack�s worried expression he
added, �What�s the matter, Cap�n?� Jack shook his
head and glanced suspiciously at the doors.

�I don�t know, Gibbs.� Setting down several
gold coins, Jack picked up his pistol while walking to the doors. �I�m gonna go out and see if ev�eyfthing�s
all right.�

Cracking the right door slightly, Jack glanced
out at the mainmast where the Liza�s crew was tied up. But... What�s Cotton doin� tied up wiv �em?? Opening the wooden doors fully Jack began to walk
out towards the mast. What in all the hell�s is goin�--

�Wagh!� Jack yelled
as two sets of strong arms grabbed his shoulders. Looking to the left and then
to the right, he saw a slightly podgy man who looked to be about
fifty-something, and a near-middle-aged woman with cold eyes. The three
wrestled around for a moment, but two had beaten one. Binding his hands behind
his back and taking away his sword and gun, the man pointed his own pistol at
Jack�s neck.

�Ye�ll be comin� along nicely, understand?�

�Coming along to where?� asked Jack, almost
fearing the knowledge.

�The Captain wants to see ya.�
At Jack�s confused look, the man nodded his head towards the ship on his right,
and Jack�s left. �Yer goin�
aboard the Siren Fire.� With all of Jack�s struggling, his crew began to stir.
They saw their captain was in trouble and some tried to step forward and help
him, but they soon discovered that they were tied to the mast and that they couldn�t
move an inch. After telling the woman (he called her Judith) not to slaughter
any of the men, the man (the woman had answered to him with �Whate�er, Conleth�) set down a plank so they could walk
across the ships� rails and board the Siren Fire. That name...Siren Fire...

Conleth pushed Jack forward and told him not to
dally about. He led Jack to a set of double swinging doors, intricately carved
with silver and gold painted figures of wildcats. Some of the figures were
merely stepping down from their perches of leaves. Others were viciously baring
their teeth, and still more were gazing intently out at the spectator. Jack�s
inspection of the frightening doors was interrupted by Conleth prodding his
pistol into his back. �I�m goin�, I�m goin�.�

Jack stumbled into the cabin, and jerked around
when he heard the doors slam sharply behind him. Shaking his head, he turned
forward to look upon this �captain� that Conleth was going on about.

On the railing of a tiny balcony that opened into
the cabin, very femininely sat the captain, facing outward toward the sea,
beaded twisted hair flowing out with the wind. Cor,
Jack thought angrily, this effeminate pansy thinks he can pirate MY
ship does he? Well, Jack began to walk forward, I�m going to have to
straighten this jackass�s mind out a bit.

Jack was just about to start yelling at the
captain when he...she turned around. Jack�s mouth dropped open, his
breath was lost to him, and his kohl-lined eyes were wide with astonishment.

Captain Lela smiled with devious delight,
strolled over to Jack, her prey, who was now helplessly in her clutches, and
stood dangerously close to him, just not quite touching. His head fell forward
trying to see this woman�s face, his eyes growing wider and wider, filling with
fear and disbelief.

Lela lifted her head, and expertly placed her
lips right next to Jack�s ear. She dreamily and seductively purred, �Well if it
isn�t my dearest Jack Sparrow?� Her brilliant sharp blue eyes met the deep
brown ones of the speechless captive pirate. He shakily drew in a breath, and
she was obviously delighted with his terrified, unbelieving reaction. Her lips
curved out into a wicked smirk and sharp feline teeth drew dangerously close to
Jack�s neck as she thickly breathed, �Hello, love. Long time no
see...�

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A/N: Heh heh heh heh heh...I
am wickedly, deviously, appallingly evil, am I not? Review
please...that is...if you really want another chapter. God, I
need more things to fill out me days with...

Much love,

~*Kitty*~
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