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

(Some old stuff...me apologising insanely for
my untimely update. ^_^)

A/N: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Eep!!! Sorry, sorry!! We didn�t get Chapter 18 up on
the Day of Thor (Thursday) like we promised. <tear>
I�m sowwee. Our computer went kaglooey!!
Well, not really. The backlight on my laptop went out so it took me forever to
try and figure out how to be able to see. But I got it fixed, so all shall be
well. Sorry again for the messed-up chapter 14. But we has
fixed it we has!!! And it looks as though people are coming back to our story,
so we is happy... Oh yeah. And sorry that <nervous
chuckle> it�s kinda, ya
know, two...three weeks...a month since we updated... <shuffles feet> it
was because...you see, what happened was... <tears up> I�m sorry!!! It
was finals week last week and I had no time!!! <bawling>
I had to study for my exaaaaa-aaa-aaaams!!!! And then
this last week was my grandparents� 50th wedding anniversary and I had to make
the anniversary video and go through pictures and edit them
and--and--and...!!!!! <calms down> Ok. I�m all
right now... Out Stats right now...

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KITTY: Many thanks to my dear reviewers who have remained faithful, we wuv you all vewwee much. One
thing we have been thinking about. Many of the people who have ICELY on their Favourite Story, Favourite Author, or Author
Alert do not actually review. We ask that you do, please, please, please! It
would mean a lot to us.
ERIC: <runs up--well, crawls--> Ki--<pant>
Ki-deh--<wheeze> Kitty!
KITTY: Mmmmmmmmmyyyyyeeeeeeeeeeess??
ERIC: Where <gasp> didya <huff>
GO?! <cough>
KITTY: I told you. Geometry tutoring. And then studying for finals. And making my grandparents�
50th wedding anniversary video.
ERIC: Whaaa?
KITTY: Ya know. I was...being tutored. For geometry. And then preparing my mind
for the rigours of semester exams. And then burning it
out taking them. And hyper-focussing on the world of
cinematography.
ERIC: Ah.
KITTY: You don�t get it do you.
ERIC: No. No I don�t.
KITTY: Thought so.
ERIC: Yes.
KITTY: Quite.
ERIC: Hmm.
KITTY: Right then...ONTO THE STORY!!

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          �It is true,� he
said softly, �what ye said before.�

          �Wha...what did I say?� Lela asked and still
trying to catch her breath.

          �I called ye
truly wicked and you said you knew, but I...� Jack gently leaned his forehead
to hers, �I loved ye for it.� Lela tried to say
something but her lips just moved, her mouth opening and closing, no sound
issuing forth. �And I�m sorry f�ticklin� ya.� Lela let out a small laugh that was mixed with
sobbing. �So...� Jack reached up and brushed away her hair from her face and
stroked her soft, pale cheek. �Just so we are perfectly, completely, totally,
entirely, absolutely, wholly, and utterly clear on fthings wiv each other...� He
leaned in once more, his slightly rough lips barely
brushing hers as he slowly whispered with sheer sincerity a declaration: �I...love
you.�

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          Lela thought her
heart might stop right there. �You...� Her voice came out like a tiny squeak
and she was rather annoyed that Jack could make her act like such a girly
hopeless romantic. Trying once more she completed her sentence, smiling. �You
love me?�

          Jack nodded,
leaning his forehead against hers. �Mmm-hmm,� he
murmured and went back in for another kiss. Another few moments passed and he
pulled away again...but, again, just a little bit. �That a good thing?� he
asked with a little smirk.

          �Wha...um, yeah, yeah o�course it
is,� she answered faintly, the smile that had been on her lips almost gone.
Jack stared back at Lela in confusion.

          �Don�t get too
excited, luv,� he mockingly protested, �ye might
faint on the spot,� and he kissed her again, bringing both hands up to stroke
her slightly damp cheeks. Lela smiled a little more.

          �Sorry,� she replied
hanging her head slightly and a blush spread through her cheeks, tingeing them
crimson. �I�m happy. I am. I�m just...tired...that�s all.� The flush on Lela�s
cheeks grew redder when Jack reached down and gave her a playful pinch on the
backside. He smirked, obviously pleased with her reaction, although she did
give him a rather terrifying death-glare. Jack just grinned even more and,
turning her around, pulled her close against him, then set his chin on her
shoulder, leaning his face against hers.

          �What say we get
to bed and sleep some then?� he whispered in her ear, and kissed her now
burning face. �It has been a most tiring day.� Jack suddenly
looked thoughtful and stepped away from Lela. �You�ve worked me harder than
I�ve been accustomed to since...� He spun her back around to face him and
pointed an accusing finger at her, but was still smiling. �Since you
worked me like this back in Sleego!�

          Glad for a
conversation change, Lela scoffed and pushed away his condemning hand. �Tch. Working? YOU?
Surely you jest. You haven�t done a speck-a-work �round here or in
Sleego...well...ever!�

          �Perhaps not��
once more, Jack�s hands went to prayer position, �physically, luv.� The hands flew out in front of his face wildly. �But
spiritually! Emotionally! Grammatically even!!� Lela
rolled her eyes as Jack began to put on such a dramatic display. �In such ways
have ye been workin� me. Aaaaall daaaay long, me mind�s
been goin�...� he laid his palm flat in the air and
moved it up and down at varying paces, �like this, see here, like that, aaaaall daaaay long!!� By now
Lela was clutching her sides and laughing hard. And then Jack began to scoff
and walk about as though she was hurling insults at him. �A-tch! A-tch! Oh, yeah, YOU
can laugh about it, but just wait! Tonight, when ye least expects it I�ll come
up outta nowheres and
pounce!!� Just then he did pounce on her and they fell on her bed. �Yes,
pounce! Pounce like a stealfthy tiger, aarrrr!!!�

          What a sight it
was. Two great, respectable pirate captains were rolling around on one of their
beds and acting like children. It seemed as though the old saying was true: The
more things change, the more they stay the same. There they lay, tired out from
wrestling and trying to tickle each other, just like on Lela�s birthday all
those years ago. Jack was incredibly happy. He loved Lela. She still loved him.
Now he wouldn�t have to become dark and moody on her birthday each year, and
now he wouldn�t have to act like a fucking mollycoddle!

          But beside him,
Lela was thinking about the situation a little differently. Some of her
thoughts were similar. She loved Jack. And Jack had just told her that he still
loved her. She should have been happy. Not just happy, ecstatic and floating on
a heavenly cloud of bliss! But somehow...she wasn�t. Suddenly interrupting her
thoughts, warm breath and Jack�s lips (as he nuzzled up to the few stands of
hair that covered her ear) murmured, �So shall we be gettin�
to bed soon then, luv?� Her eyes shot wide open.

          �Um, Jack,� she
started, trying to think up an excuse, �I fthink it�s
best if...if we sleep separately tonight...�

          �Cor,� he mumbled sleepily, �ye got me all excited for nofthing.� He smiled and gently tugged a bit of her hair.
Lela giggled.

          �I know, I know,
I�m not bein� a prick tease or nofthing,
I jest...I-I-I jest...�

          �Don�t worry
�bout it pet,� Jack said. Then he flashed a devilish smirk. �Takes a while for
me words to sink, eh? Oof!� Lela pulled her hand back
from playfully punching the roguish pirate in the gut.

          �You may take my
bed this evening, Mister...oh pardon, CAPTAIN Sparrow.� She smiled. �I shall be
below deck tonight.� And suddenly her face grew serious and her gaze hardened,
her eyes piercing through Jack to his very soul. �Do NOT...under ANY
circumstances try and come down. For NO REASON AT ALL.
Understand?� Jack stared back at her as frightened prey would look at its
predator, eyes wide, barely breathing, barely moving, praying they wouldn�t
strike.

          �All...all right, Elle. I won�t come�n�get
ya.�

          �Under ANY circumstances whatsoever.�

          �On pain of deafth,� he dramatically declared, �I shan�t bovther ye.� Lela leaned close to him and cradled his face
in her hands, a pleading almost fearful look and yet authoritatively serious.

          �Promise me,
Jack. Promise.�

          �I-I promise.�

          �Good,� Lela sighed
and quickly pressed her lips to his. �Very good.� One
more kiss couldn�t hurt. �Well then,� she murmured, whispering in Jack�s ear,
�I bid thee good night, luv.�

          �Good night,� he
replied. His eyes were drifting closed, so he only knew that Lela got up off
the bed hen he felt her weight shift and the space next to him rose back up. He
forced his tired eyes to stay open a little longer so he could look at her. �Do
ye mean it?� Lela turned back around and looked at him, her hand placed on the
door.

          �Mean what?�

          �Ye called me �luv,� luv.� And there was the
impish leer again. Lela just smirked back at him.

          �Aye,� she
replied and leaned her head against the door, �I mean it.�

          �Night, Ellie.�

�Night, Jack.�

While Jack was finally able to get a real
sleep, Lela, Captain of the Siren Fire, would have no such luck. As soon as the
door to her cabin was closed, the smile that had been lingering eagerly on her
lips dispelled. Lela quickly looked at the sky to see where the sun was on its
daily path. Past sunset. Soon it would be gone and the
moon would rise and take over the sky for her dues of ruling the night. She
could already see some stars peeking through the golden, bronze heavens.
Sighing, Lela walked to the opposite end of the ship. Once she arrived, she
gazed hatefully and even fearfully at the plain wooden door in front of her.
The quiet night air that held nothing by ghostly silence was shattered as one
could hear the jingling of keys in a lock, and then a chilling squeak as
the door was slowly opened. Lela took one longing glance at her cabin doors;
therein lay her most precious treasure. Tearing her
eyes away, darkness enveloped her as she stepped forward onto the first wooden step
of the downward spiral staircase.

Now below deck was not where Captain Lela
Bratchkep kept her crew or cargo. That was what the Gremlin Flame was used for.
No... In the hull of this mighty ship there were cages. Cages in which Lela�s
faithful army was kept. It would seem that the men in the streets of Tortuga had been correct. The cunning soldiers could hear
their mistress coming down the steps and those who were asleep raised their
heads to see her. �Evenin� darlins�,�
she warmly greeted. �And how are we this evening?� As she walked to the first
cage in the row that lined the wall on her right, she reached through the thick
metal bars and scratched the chin of one of her beloved warriors. �Doing well I
hope, Chandra?� The large tigress almost grinned, and purred appreciatively,
nuzzling her mistress�s hand. Her brilliant titian coat and gleaming black
markings tattooing her body were a stark contrast to the milky white of her
jowl, paws, underbelly, and tipped tail.

Lela smiled back and walked to the first cage
on the left where another one of her favourites, a serene and often silent snow
leopard, sat straight and tall, contemplatively twitching his tail. He almost
looked as though he were raising an inquisitive eyebrow, sharply questioning
Lela why she had not greeted him. �Mmm, and of course
I wouldn�t forget my handsome Neus.� As she petted
him gently on the head, the snowy white wild cat nodded in approval, signalling
that she was once again back in his good graces. �Don�t act so high and mighty,
you,� Lela mockingly reprimanded. �I spoil you too much!� The creature chose to
ignore her sarcastic remark and gracefully lay down, neatly tucking his feet
and paws around him and his tail curling with poise on his hind leg and furry
flank. Smiling, Lela smoothed the hair on the top of his head and continued her
walk through the centre aisle between the cages lining the arched walls.

As she continued on to the edge of ship, she
came upon one last cage. Larger than all the others, the bars were also thicker,
stronger, and closer together. Not only was there a padlock on the door, but
four metal bolts held the entrance to the small prison firmly in place. And
that�s exactly what it was: a prison. Once more, the rattle of keys broke the
otherwise quiet air. Lela opened the heavy door and several of the wild cats
looked up from their slumber while others simply opened an eye and drifted back
to sleep, seeing as how the event that played before them wasn�t anything new.
Walking in, Lela began to close the door shut once more, blurred thoughts and
memories rushing through her head. The cage shut and she winced at the sharp,
resounding clang. As soon as she reached through and secured the lock and bolt,
she quickly threw the tarnished ring of keys far away from her outside the
metal bars.

Her quick move came none too soon for barely as
the key ring hit the wooden planks than fiery pain shot through her head. Lela
inhaled sharply, the rapid intake of air sounding like a hiss. Falling to her
knees Lela forced herself to hold off the pain. Just a little bit longer, she
repeated to herself, a useless yet habitual mantra, just a little bit
longer. Crawling to the corner of her cell, Lela picked up a dark mottled
bottle. More of the stinging ache raced to her legs and she quickly pulled the
cork out of the bottle�s top. Her frame crumbling as more and more throbbing
pain coursed through her, she barely managed to slosh a few mouthfuls of the
bittersweet brown liquid down her throat. It never completely drove away the
pain, but at least it numbed it for a bit. Please, Jack, she pleaded in
her mind while she drank more rum, just please don�t try and find me.
Not now. I�d never forgive myself.

Stupid girl! Why did you bring him on
board in the first place so soon?

�� Lela quivered as a certain cavillous
part her mind began to chastise her.

I-I wanted to see him! came a meek internal voice. I
didn�t think about...about...

The critical parent mercilessly reprimanded the
inner child.

You didn�t think about the
consequences? About what could happen if he was here? No, you didn�t think,
not at all.

Lela shook her head, tears streaming down her
face, her body slowly rocking as she tried to push away her own conscience and
childish justification out of her head. But the two voices of her psyche
continued to bicker and squabble and argue and quarrel.

How could you have been so stupid?! Acting
so arrogant and confident.

But I love him...

If you loved him, would you have put
him in such danger?

No! But I...I...I told him not to
look for me.

Ha! Will he listen? Why would he
listen?

He told me he loved me too...and I
believe him.

He said he loved you back in Sleego too, but he left didn�t he?

NO!! We�re past that, we love each
other, and everything will be all right now!

Everything will be all right, hmm?
What about when he finds out about you...your secret?

The tremors running through her increased and
Lela couldn�t figure out what she felt. Anger, self-pity, despair, fury,
punishment. The voices in her mind continued to scream at each other, one
accusing and one still hoping. The din rose and rose with no signs of stopping,
and Lela, who could still not sort out the excess of emotions that blurred
everything in front of her, did the only thing she could think of that was in
between what her mind was fighting over: she cried. She cried with quiet,
desperate sobs that shook her even more. What if he does find out?
What will I do? What will he--?!

Lela�s thoughts were interrupted as the full
force of the pain encompassed her mind, her body. Her skin felt like it was on
fire and at the same time it was like pins and needles were pushing their way
through her flesh from the underside. She felt her muscles pulsing, expanding,
and her bones lengthening. Her heart hammered away in her chest, and just like
always, Lela thought as though it would pound right through and shred her
clothes. She looked down and saw, as always, that her clothes were indeed shredded
and tattered. Her hands and feet began to pound and pulsate like when you wrap
a string tight around your finger, cutting off the flow of blood. Taking one
last large draught of the deadening alcohol before the glass bottle slipped
from her shaking fingers and shattered as it clanked against metal floor of her
confinement. Lela�s burning eyes glanced back up at the steps that led to the
deck up above. Jack...

Jack sat up faster than he had ever in his
life, drenched in cold sweat and the overwhelming sense of dread. What woke
me up? he wondered. He had heard something. But that shouldn�t have done
anything, he was a hard sleeper. He always heard shouts and screams and
laughter and crashes and booms when he went to sleep. It wasn�t the fact that
he had heard something that had been able to stir him. It was the nature of the
sound. It was strange, like nothing he had heard before, and yet terrifyingly
familiar. Where had he heard it? He had to have heard it recently, never
being terribly gifted in the memory department. But where would he have heard
something like that?

Far out on open ocean, 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.

An enraged, growling snarl that
echoed through the streets, the whole tiny island of Tortuga...

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

Jack got the same feeling now that he had the
day before... No, it was only this mornin�. God,
this day has been an eternity. But, yes, I get the same sense of...of...somefthing. Jack wiped his brow of the icy
perspiration. Somefthing. I don�t know
what. He warily eyed the door on the other side of the room. But I don�t
like it. Not at�tall.

After only a few moments of hesitation, the
pirate threw aside the sheets and pulled on his boots. Somefthing�s
wrong, he thought as he hobbled to the door, still trying to put his left
boot. I�ve gotta go get Lela. He managed to
clumsily open the door and get his other boot on, but his ended and he fell to
the ground where his hands flew about trying to protect his precious face. �Ow,� he muttered in a rather matter-of-factly tone. Limping
overdramatically for a few feet he brushed his hands off and walked in the
direction he had seen Lela walking when he watched her after she left the room.
Well, you know, I wasn�t spying or anyfthing, he
mused. I was, uh, uh...hmmm...perhaps I was. Jack shook his head. Doesn�t
mattuh, gotta find Lela,
stay focused stupid, stay focused! Remembering there was no one to watch
his theatrical display of pain, Jack walked very quickly in his normal swaying
way.

As soon as he reached the wooden door near the
bow of the ship, Jack stopped. The anxiety had increased and it made him wary.
Something told him not to go in. A warning from a nameless power? A sixth
sense? Not quite. Lela said not to go looking for her. She even made me
promise specifically. Jack leaned back, putting his weight on his heel. Girl
seemed very tense�n�troubled. Shaking his head,
he turned on his heels and quickly made his way back to Captain Lela�s cabin. Elle�s
a big girl, he reassured himself, she can take care of herself. I hope. Only
chancing one look at the closed door, he all but fled back to room and
practically jumped into the bed. He pulled up the covers and nearly slammed his
head down on the pillow. Forcing his eyes to close, he tried to forget the
disturbing noise that had woken him. She�ll be all right, he kept
thinking to himself, nofthing�s wrong and
she�ll be all right.

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A/N: Bwa-ha! I FINALLY got away from the cutesy fluff!
Now, most of you probably know my favourite genre of movies, TV shows,
fanfiction, etc... is Angsty Humorous Romance. So
far, we�ve had oodles of humour...

ERIC: From the story and from me and Kitty!
KITTY: <light tap with the rolled up newspaper> That
too. We�ve had GOBS of romance...
ERIC: Again, from the story and from me and you!!!
KITTY: <harder tap> YES. And there�s been a lit�ul
bit of angst.
ERIC: Once more--!
KITTY: <raises newspaper in warning>
ERIC: <shuts the hell up>
KITTY: Thank you. Things are getting a bit too fluffy for even my taste.
<shudder> So we apologise. <weakly pleading> Need...more...ANGST!!
<twitch, twitch> Now we are moving on to the REALLY good stuff. I�ve had
the whole next bit planned since the beginning (things like Lela�s female crew
and the trip to Isla de Muerta I added as I went
along). Of course I shan�t tell you what this whole next bit is
now. That would spoil it!! For me anyways...
ERIC & KITTY: <simultaneously> Eeeeeheheheheheheheee...!

Remember to review my darlings!!! REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!!!!!

Drink and be merry and be many-a-fair lad!! (or, ya
know, �lass�, whatever floats your boat...)

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

Much love,

~*kitty*~
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