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

A/N: Again, nofthing to
say really. I�m getting ready to move in to my new dorm room, which is kind of
exciting...

ERIC: Can I do the disclaimer, canicanicani???

KITTY: Ok, I suppose, luv, we haven�t done one
in a while.

ERIC: Yeah! Ahem. Kitty does not own PotC, Tortuga (not yet anyway...), or Johnny Depp.

KITTY: <sigh> I WISH I did.

ERIC: <snuggle> But she does own all her original
characters and ME!!

KITTY: Teehee... <blush> Aw, my sweet lit�ul Muse. ^_^ I may not own Johnny Depp,
but I have Will Fridel!!

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�Friends now and forever.�


�Friends now and forever,� Jack repeated, urging his fingertip nearer to the
girl�s. �Never to leave the other behind.�


�And always to care and look out for each other,� Lela whispered smiling and
snuggling up to her best friend. �It�s a promise.�


�A promise,� Jack echoed. �A promise, a promise, an
ever-binding promise.�


As the words of
their pledge resonated inside his mind, Jack�s heart began to ache for the
first time in so long a while. Her words were a merciless onslaught to him, and
at the same time a welcome reaffirmation that her feelings hadn�t changed.
Well, they had changed, because with that constant love was mixed her malice
that had built up over the years since he left her. Jack almost felt like slapping
her, but he also knew he deserved every cruelly wonderful word she�d said.

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          Jack listened to
the doors click shut and the sound seemed to last for hours. His chest rose and
fell with a heavy, exhausted sigh, and he plopped down into a soft plushy chair in the corner and decided to try and get some
sleep. He had barely had any since the previous night and even then...

          �Damn it,� Jack
cursed aloud and he sunk down into the velvety cushions and drifted fitfully
into sleep.

          Out on the deck
of the Siren Fire, the captain walked towards the first mate. Her steps were
not as confident as usual, but Conleth didn�t say anything about it. �Captain,�
he said, acknowledging Lela.

          �Hello, Conleth,�
Lela replied rather sullenly. She leaned over the side of the ship and sighed,
watching the setting sun that made the sky turn to gold and blood red.

          �Uh, we probably
won�t be able to be anchored and all set to loot the place before nightfall,
Captain,� Conleth cautiously said, �but, if I may be so bold, we can spend the
night, then be ready to go by first light.� Conleth
steeled himself for the possible punch or insult of acting above his station.
When neither came, and Lela just answered with a wave of the hand and a nod, he
began to worry. �Is, uh, somethin� wrong then,
Captain?�

          �Huh?� she
absentmindedly answered when she realised he�d spoken to her again. �Oh, no,
we�re peachy. Lemony. Limey even.�

          �Are ye sure?�
Conleth asked, trying not to pry too much. �It�s jest
that, that since that Sparrow�s been aboard ye�ve
been rather morose...�

          �I�ll be all
right, Conleth,� Lela forced herself to smile. �Thanks for the concern though,
mate.�

          �T�weren�t nothin� Captain,�
Conleth assured her. �Shall I go tell the crew the plan then?�

          �No, s�all right, Conleth, I�ll go.� With that said, Lela climbed up to the crow�s nest and, taking the
weathered rope in hand, swung to the mast of the Gremlin Flame. As she came
over, some of the women began to shout excitedly. Finally Lela climbed down to
the Gremlin Flame�s deck and called
Collette and Minou
over to her.

          �Collette! Minou!�

          �Oui, Capitaine!� the two happily
and simultaneously replied.

          �Venir ici, s'il vous plait, des filles.�

          �Que vous avez
besoin de nous faire?�
asked Collette.

          �J'ai besoin de vous obtenir toutes
les femmes sur le pont,� Lela explained, �les hommes
peuvent diriger un peu.�

          �Tout de suite, madame!� announced Minou.

          �Merci, petit minet,� Lela said
affectionately and gave a genuine smile.

          While the lovely Frenchies hurried off to carry out the captain�s orders,
the captain herself leaned back against the wall under the steps and mentally
went over what she�d say to the girls.

          �Something
troubling you, Captain?� Lela looked up and saw Judith walking towards her.
�You seem distressed.� Lela didn�t miss the sneer that Judith had on her lips
as she said the empty words of worry.

          �Nofthing whatever, Judith,� Lela replied with just as cold
a smirk, �nofthing whatever.� The two women stood
silently for a moment staring at each other when Lela looked over Judith�s
shoulder and saw the rest of her female crew heading towards them. Gently
pushing herself away from the wall, Lela walked straight past Judith.

          �Come along,
ladies,� Lela shouted, �a line again please.� Judith scoffed and rolled her
eyes, and lethargically lined up with the rest of the women, taking her lovely lit�ul time. Once they had queued up, Lela spoke. �Conleth
informs me that we will not be ready to loot Isla de Muerta
by nightfall so we�re going to stay the night and I expect you to be ready in
the mornin� to get goin�.�
She smiled. �However, from all that I�ve seen today, all of you have been doing
an excellent job, so I don�t see any planks or long drops into the water in
anybody�s near future.� Small chuckles arose from the line of girls. �After we
dock,� Lela continued, �just help the rest of the men with the riggings�n�such.� She gave a chagrining smile like a
fussing mother to her daughters. �When it comes time to actually sleep, you can
sleep on deck, or in the cabins below. And if any of my men try and get
fresh...� Lela punched her fist into her other hand. �Pop �em
one.� More giggles. Her orders being given, the women began to disperse to go
and do their jobs and Lela was just about to go get Jack. However, she noticed
one woman had stayed behind.

          �Need something,
Judith?�

          �Not really,� she
answered snidely. �Just wondering what you�re going to do with that Sparrow
chap.� Lela�s lips drew tight together and her eyes narrowed.

          �I don�t see how
it�s really any of your concern.�

          �I suppose it
isn�t really, forgive me, just was wondering.�

          �Good to know we
understand each other.� She started to walk away again but Judith kept
speaking.

          �I�m not sure we
do really.� Trying hard to stay calm, Lela turned around and walked up to
Judith, standing straight and looked her hard in the eyes.

          �What else do
you need to know then?�

          �I was wondering where
you got these foine ships,� stated Judith, her plan
to play on Lela�s pride evident in her coy, saccharine tone.

          �Perhaps I shall
tell you another time,� Lela coldly answered, and quickly turned on her heel
and marched away, flinging her hair into Judith�s surprised face. The stunned
new addition to the crew shook her head and, waiting until the captain was on
the other ship, gave an unladylike snort and spat on the ground.

          �Appalling
bitch,� she growled under her breath. �I don�t think you�d be so high and
mighty if you knew full well who I was.� With a toss of her head, Judith
started off to below deck. �I�ll find out what I need to know sooner or later.�
She opened the door that led to the women�s cabin. �And you�d better hope for
your own sake that it�s sooner rather than later.� The rickety wooden door
squeaked as it was closed and shut with a loud snap.

          Back on the Siren Fire...

          Lela�s feet
barely made a sound as she padded her way back to her cabin. She passed Conleth
without a word, and the first mate only noticed she was there where he heard
the doors of her cabin click shut. He only got a glimpse of black hair swaying
though, and then a solid, carved wooden door. With only one small sigh and a
comment about moody women, Conleth put his concentration back to steering.

          Inside Lela�s
cabin, Lela turned around from quietly shutting the door to see Jack slumped
over in a chair, sleeping. A smile crept across her lips as she recalled seeing
him like this back in Sleego.

          Walking into
the tailor shop, Lela holding the corners of her skirt up, the newly
fourteen-year-old girl crept into the back of the house. In the folds of her
skirt were two hot scones, a few butter biscuits, and a little bundle of wild
blackberries. Lela carefully looked about to make sure the head dressmaker had
decided to not come in today until well after lunch, like always. �Such a lazy
bum, the worst� she muttered, laughing. Upon entering the back room, who should
she see lying in a chair but her dear Jack Sparrow.
�Then again,� she whispered, trying not to giggle. She set the food down on the
table and crept silently across the floor like a sly little cat.


Tiptoeing over to Jack, she leaned down and soft cooed in his ear, �Jaaa-aack...� He barely stirred. Fighting against the
suppressed fits of laughter, Lela smiled and gently kissed him on the lips. He
smiled in his sleep but still didn�t wake. She leaned back to his ear. �Jaaa-aack,� she called again melodiously. �WAKE UP!!�


�WHOAH!� Jack flew up from
his chair and spun around, still not fully awake. �Sorry sir, sorry, sorry!�
His long hair falling over his face, Jack tried to pick up a shirt that he was
supposed to be mending. �Just restin� me eyes, sir,
just restin� me eyes, I swear!� Now he tried to stab
at the shirt with a needle. �It�s hard to stare at this �ere tiny needle all
day.� By now, Jack finally heard the laughter that was filling the
air...girlish laughter. �Lela!� he shouted. �Don�t dooo
that!!� Jack�s face still looked horrified and he was panting for breath.


�I�m s-s-hahahah-orry, Jack!� Lela giggled. �Re-eehehee! Really, I am.� At the
unconvinced look from Jack she bounded over and threw her arms around his neck
from behind. �Aw, c�mon, luv!� she pleaded, pouting
her lips and making her eyes go big and cute (A/N: The chibi
eyes!!). �Please forgive me?� Jack sighed and smiled.


�Well, it was kind of funny,� he admitted, catching her chin.


�Kind of?� Lela asked disappointedly. �It was
hilarious! It was--!� She was never able to finish because Jack turned his head
and gave a kiss. Lela smiled against his lips and kissed him back. After a few
moments, they parted. �Ye know that persnickety
tailor isn�t going to be happy that you slacked off this afternoon, Jack.�


�Pah,� he scoffed, waving away the statement. �He�ll nevuh know.� Jack bended his knees and crouched down. �Hop
on, luv.� With her arms already about his neck, Lela
wrapped her legs around his midsection. Jack stood straight, effortlessly
lifting her up. �Perhaps you�d loike to tell ole Jack
why ye came to visit today?�


�I brought you some food, in case you were hungry.� Lela pointed
to the table with the bread, biscuits, and berries.


�Ah-ha,� Jack mused aloud smiling. He walked to the table and put the food in
the leather pouch that was propped up against the table leg. �Well, moi dear,� he said, throwing the strap over his neck and
under his arm, �what say we go off to da fences and
have ourselves a lit�ul feast?�


�I would love to, my dear sir,� Lela said in a mockingly proper and ladylike
voice. Jack laughed.


�And then after that, we could gooo...� he waited for
Lela to finish the sentence and she promptly did.


�Swimming!�


�Swimming! Yes, swimming!� Jack walked out the door,
Lela on his back. They wouldn�t come back until the next day.


Lela smiled again.
Yes, that�s just what he looked like: a lazy unsuspecting little
nineteen-year-old who was slacking off to shirk his duties and sleep and who
was completely unaware of her presence. She was almost tempted to do the same
thing like she did back in Sleego, but she decided
against it. There was no time for that, not at the moment anyway. Instead, she
brought some papers from her desk and set them on the table. She pulled up a
chair, looked one more time at the sweet sleeping Jack, and then to her papers.
Lela tried to look through them and find something she could do until she would
go out and give the orders to her crew about the next morning. But no matter
how much she tried to, her eyes kept straying back to look at Jack.

          Finally giving
up, she threw her hands up in defeat and cradled her head in her arms that were
propped on the table so that she could gaze at her captive. Curse the fates
that ever made me fall in love with you, she thought miserably. Jack
shifted in his sleep and he brushed away a few dreadlocks that were hanging in
front of his eyes. Lela longingly wished that she could reach out and touch
those sandy-coloured lashes of his. She smiled as her own eyes, heavy with
exhaustion, began to close. But bless those silly wenches, too, for giving
you to me...


A few minutes
later, Jack awoke to the sounds of things moving around to the side of him
outside and the scraping of wood. His eyes flickered open and saw outside the
open window on the cabin�s balcony that the sun had almost set. He was just
about to drift off to sleep when he wondered when Lela would be back. A warm
ocean breeze flowed in through the open windows and ruffled the long black hair
that was draped over the table. Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw Lela�s
face, contentedly calm in sleep. Her cheek was nuzzled against her arm and
papers were scattered on the table.

          Brushing away a
few ebony wisps away from her fair face, Jack leaned back in his chair to sit
down again. However, with only a moment�s hesitation, he laid his hand against
the back of her head and gently pressed his lips to hers. She made a small sigh
in her sleep and Jack thought she was going to wake up, but she settled down
once again. Jack lay back in his own chair and wondered to himself why he still
loved this girl. I�ve always wondered why it�s only been her that I love
like this, he thought to himself. He closed his eyes and smiled his
trademark smirk. I thank god that I do though. Jack began to fall asleep
again, thankful that Lela was there next to him. The Pearl
gives me the freedom to go wherever I want. But I�m not completely free. He
breathed in deeply and sighed, wishing he could kiss her again. If I wasn�t so tied to her... I�d never be
free.
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A/N: <angelic choir> Hallelujah! Hallelujah! CHAPTER 15?!?! It�s abso-bloody-brilliant!
Thank you all so much for the support and encouragement and suggestions. We
love to hear from you all. <hugs Eric> Eric and
us truly appreciate it.

ERIC: <snugglesnuggle> Eeeehehehehee!

(Old-as-the-hills again, but still funny as
Puck.)
KITTY: I�m going to prom this weekend, so I�m also excited for that.

ERIC: O_O I�m your date right?

KITTY: Uuuuumm...

ERIC: Riiiight????

KITTY: Actually I�m going with one of my guy friends.

ERIC: Wha-wha-what about me?? <chibi eyes>

KITTY: Oooh, Eric, I wouldn�t waste my time
going to that with you. I want to do somefthing
cooler with you! <whispers to you guys> Think
he�ll buy it??

ERIC: Ah! <snugglesnugglesnuggle>
I KNEW you liked me best!

KITTY: Phew, I mean, yes, luv, of course I do!
<wave> See you people in a week!

ERIC: Bah-bye!

Drink and be merry and be many-a-fair lad!! (or,
y�know...�lass�...what�ere
floats yer boat...)

Fare thee well, safe journeys, and I�ll be in Scotland a�fore
ye!!

Much love,

~*kitty*~
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