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

2006 A/N: Hello again, my
dears! Goodness me, the story�s just hit 1400 views! Well
that makes Kitty very happy, very happy indeed. ^_^

ERIC: And it makes ME very happy too!
KITTY: Ah, yes. Eric, dear, say
hello to Jacque.
ERIC: <blank stare> Who??
KITTY: <clicks to the reviews page>
Jacque. He said hello to you, so you say it back.
ERIC: <hides behind Kitty�s skirts>
KITTY: <sighs> Now, Eric, be nice to the
readers, especially the ones who were kind enough to review!
ERIC: <peeks out and looks up at Kitty> He
did??
KITTY: <nods> Yes he did. Three times
even. <smiles>
ERIC: <looks out into the audience...finds
Jacque...grins inanely and waves> Hi, Jacque!
KITTY: <pats him approvingly on the head>
Very good, Eric. And thank you, Jacque, for both
reading and reviewing!

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OLD A/N: Allo luvs! Sorry, sorry.
I know I'm FOREVER AND A DAY LATE, but I was working on my brother's wedding
video and his bride's shower video (or game, rather, the Soon-to-Be Newlyweds
Game). He just got married. Merci Dieu
(thank God), that's over... Out Stats right now...

Reviews: 121?!?!?! CRIKEY!!!!!!!
Favourite Story or Favourite Author of: 11 readers
On Author Alert for: 19 readers

Not much else to say in the A/N. But I'm here are two main fthings we're workin' on, savvy?
1) Finish story on its 1-year anniversary
2) Think of a better title, think of a better title!!!

Got it? Good. Even though I am in summer school (<mutters> damn
environmental science, never takin' that again...) it
is summer, so I will have a lot of time to work. I'm not travelling anymore
like I was continuously doing a few weeks ago, I have NO MORE FINALS, and this
summer school class is easy peasey lemon squeezey. So much that I am definitely gonna
be exempt from the final exam. So yay! And now we
should get star--.

ERIC: Wait, Kitty!!
KITTY: What? Who? <sees Eric waving
wildly> Oh. You. "Wait." Why?
ERIC: You forget to mention thing #3!
KITTY: Oh! Ai, thanks Eric. Almost forgot about thing #3! It--. Hmm. Um... <contemplative silence>
ERIC: Well?
KITTY: <sheepish chuckle> Um, what...was thing #3 again??
ERIC: AAGH! I'M the forgetful one! Kitty, stop
taking my job! <calms down> The thing. Uh, about the story?
DORY: Uh-huh.
ERIC: When you finish it.
DORY: Uh-huh.
ERIC: And you change some names.
DORY: <moves head and thinks about it> Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnno.
No, can't remember. Can't remember, squat! Diddly
squat!!
KITTY: <nods> I'm with Dory. <light
bulb> Ah h--!!! <flickers, dims> Hmmm. <flick> ding O}= Ah haa!! Now I remember.
After I finish the story, I was going to turn it into one of the books that I
try and publish. All I would have to do would be change some names, places,
trademarks and such, and I still think I would have a
pretty good story. I'd have to write more of course to explain it all, since
there'd be no movie about it. What do you guys think?? OK, enough ROTA (Ramblings Of
The Author). ONTO THE STORY!!!

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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 luck 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 the 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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          Although he had
been sleeping soundly, comforted by thoughts of Lela, as soon he lay down to
bed once more, Jack was haunted by his worries. He twisted in Lela's bed,
tossing and turning. Jack felt like he was half-asleep, half-awake, torn
between dreaming and the waking world.


Jack walks through a dark street. Fog is surrounding him and he can barely see.
Holding up his hands to his mouth, he calls out to Lela. She doesn't answer.
Jack tries to call her again. Again, silence. It seems to get colder, and
darker too. There are shadows all around him, but one stands out amongst the
rest. Why is it so
noticeable? Jack wonders. He stares closer at the prominent shadow. Now he
knows why it sticks out so: it's moving. At first, Jack thinks it is a trick of
the light, because it's barely moving. But it IS moving.


Lurking in the shadows... Something large, but low to the ground, covered in
thick black fur. And eyes glare at him, with evil intentions, blood red,
staining the pitch darkness. Jack hears a low growl. It's coming from the
creature. Creature? Something else now pierces through the night: teeth.
Gleaming, threatening, white teeth, dripping with saliva and blood. Jack tries
to move but it feels like his legs are stuck. He looks down. His feet ARE
stuck. No, they're sinking into the ground! Jack struggles but that only makes
him sink faster. The spot below him is swirling with watery muddied colour,
distorting its shape, and now Jack's legs are becoming part of the spinning
vortex.


Out of the fog, comes a deep ominous voice...


"A vain struggle it is, a vain struggle indeed." Jack looks up and
sees someone walking towards him. It is a woman, old, obviously, many wrinkles
on her face and a shrewd expression. But her hair shows no age. It looks like
it was once dark brown but run through with large streaks of luminescent
violet-red dye. Her violet eyes are clear, her olive skin without mark, and her
back, straight. A single gold hoop hangs on her left ear. She wears a full,
layered skirt of deep blue, textured with a pattern of dark green fern leaves
and indigo-coloured irises. Her loose blouse, a creamy rough linen, billows
slightly at the wrists. Finally, her open vest is an impossibly dark scarlet,
almost black, sharing a similar pattern as the skirt. Impossibly old, wise
beyond reason, but still as full of life as a child. Jack nearly stumbles as he
watches the imposing woman that emanates power and knowledge come closer.
"Don't run away anymore, boy."

           Jack
finally realises she is talking to him, but he doesn't understand. "Wha...What did ye say?"


"Don't run away anymore," the lady sage repeats. "The Fates do not
care for those who run from their destiny."

"What...what are you talking
about?" The woman seemingly pays no heed to Jack's question.

"Even now they try to detain
you," she says, contemplatively glancing at the blurred spot of earth
below him, "but you apparently do not accept their judgement. Why? Even
when your fate stares you in the face, you are blind to it. It wouldn't do to
upset Lachesis. She has a reason for everything that
occurs."

"Lachesis?"

"The Fate who weaves the Thread
of Life after her Sister Atropos, the Thread that
delineates your destiny." Jack shakes his head and tries his best to stop
moving.

"Look, you're not makin' any sense. Why do you think I'm running?" Jack
narrows his eyes and smiles coldly and rigidly at the youthful hag, as if to
reiterate the ridiculousness of her words. "I know my destiny:
Lela. Lela's my destiny. Always has been, always will. Not you...or some
arrogant deity wiv a thread'n'scissors...can
tell me otherwise." The old woman smirks.

"Would that you completely
believed that." Jack blinks, wondering what she means. She begins to
circle Jack, looking at him, trying to discern something. "Or perhaps you do
believe it..." Suddenly, she smiles knowingly. "Perhaps...you
lack the courage go through with it." Jack looks down, not in shame, but
in confusion. Was what she said true? "Ah," the woman says slowly,
nodding her head. "That is it." She stretches out one bony
finger and lifts Jack's chin. She stares into his eyes with frightening
intensity, the wicked grin still dancing on her painted lips. "You feel
hesitation, not because you doubt your love for her...but you are left in the
dark," as if on cue, the sky darkens more and low thunder shakes the
heavens, "as to what she thought then, what she thinks now...what she has
been through, what secrets she keeps..."

The thunder grows louder...no, the
growling of the creature in the shadows. Jack fearfully glances at it from the
side of his eyes since the woman still has her grasp on his face. She speaks
again and draws away his attention. "It won't leave you, boy..." Jack
leans closer, prompting her to continue her strange and secretive advise.
"That," she says pointing with her free hand, "is what you fear.
It lurks in the shadows of your mind for you yourself do not know what it is.
It won't leave you...until you do know...and you conquer it."

The ancient woman releases Jack's
chin and grips his shoulders. "You can only receive so much help,"
she lifts him partly up out of the now vibrantly coloured whirlpool, "but
in the end, it is you who must take control of your destiny..." A
shining bubble, solid in that it doesn't move outside its boundaries, liquid in
that it moves and pulsates, grows and floats in the woman's weathered hand
adorned with rings. It swells within her palm and both she and Jack gaze into
it. Inside Jack sees flashes of images depicting him...and Lela. When they were
children, playing...best friends, growing up together...a young man and woman,
falling in love...adults, traversing similar paths of thieving, riches, and
adventure...Jack winces and guilt fills his heart...him leaving, Lela
heartbroken...Lela leaving, defiant, despairing, and delusional... Wrapping her
fingers around the shifting sphere, the old woman squeezes it into nothingness.
She once more authoritatively glares at Jack. "It is one thing to know the
road you must take," she whispers, and behind her dozens of twisting roads
appear, each with an indecipherable sign, "it is quite another...to gain
the blind faith to traverse that path. You must find that destiny, Jack, and live
it."

Seconds before, Jack has pulled
himself from that churning pool of hopelessness. But when he hears the old
crone say his name, he calls out to her as she walks away. "Wait!"
She doesn't listen. "Damn it all, wait!" He tries to run after her,
the sides of the buildings in the alley stretching and blurring, as she gets
farther and farther away. "How do you know my name?" he shouts, still
running. "How do you know about Lela? About US?!" All
fades to darkness...
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And they that did dream, dreamt no more...

Below the troubled Jack, beneath the captain's
room, down in the bowels of the Siren Fire, the first misty violet orange
glimmers of daylight filtered down to the face of the equally troubled Lela.
Groaning, she finally woke up after an eternity of secluded darkness. Lela felt
groggy, sore, and terribly hung-over. Leaning on her arm to hoist herself up, she
grimaced at the multitude of tiny cuts there. Glancing to the corner of her
cage, she saw and dually noted the smashed bottle, little pieces of brown glass
reflecting the weak rays of sunlight. Lela forced herself to turn over, and
used her other arm to push herself up into a sitting position. "Ugh,"
she moaned quietly, "my head. Oh, my head! Jaysus..." She roughly shook herself, trying to wake
up fully. Her vision blurred and became dark and splotchy. She pressed the
heels of her hands into her eyes until bright spots of colour rippled behind
her eyelids. Upon opening them, Lela's attention was drawn past the barred door
to what lay about 2 or 3 metres in front of her: the ring of keys.

Lela sighed and crawled closer to the door.
"Eros," she called softly. "Eros!" In the last cage on the
left (or the first cage on her right), a slight tremor ran through the smallest
of the beasts within. The baby leopard looked as though it were about to get
up, but then, like a child delaying their going to school, let out a big yawn
and snuggled closer to his mother. Lela smiled and shook her head. "Come
on then, Eros, ye lazy lit'ul fthing."
The small cat's ear flickered. He slowly opened his big brown and black eyes
and raised his head in the direction of his mistress. Eros saw her waving at
him and he quickly got up and walked to the edge of the cage. Lela began to
point at the key ring on the floor and motion that he should get it for her.
Delighted at the prospect of being able to help his caregiver, he spun around
and pounced at the door of the cage.

Unfortunately, the reason he was so
delighted to help Lela was because he was very little, and not very strong. And
so instead of shoving the door open and bounding out, the poor little thing just
rammed his head into it. Eros flopped back to the floor, landing on his
backside. He shook his head from side to side...and then leaped at the door
again. And again, his ill-fated little noggin clanked against the metal bars.
The rather pitiful display repeated only once more before his consistent
pounding woke Eros's mother, Aphrodite. Practically rolling her large eyes, the
lovely leopard effortlessly and gracefully nudged the door open with her paw,
just as her small cub was undauntedly running at the door yet again. This time,
though, the door was already open. So instead of bashing his noggin into metal
bars, he flew out of the cage and collided headfirst with the wooden floor, and
rolled over and over till he smashed into the door of the neighbouring cage
opposite to Eros and Aphrodite. Although Lela looked a little worried for the
cub, his mother merely shook her head and lay back down to sleep.

Upside down, rump in the air, with his back
against the cage, Eros slid down and shakily sat himself upright, wagging and
shaking his head again. Finally, he was outside his cage, upright, and able to
get the key ring. He leaned down, caught it up in his mouth, and proudly
pranced to the end of the room where his imprisoned mistress eagerly held out
her hands. While the right lifted the slightly slobbery metal ring from the
jaws of the beast, the left appreciatively patted the small cub on the head and
scratched his chin. With a growling purr of delight, Eros, puffed with pride,
complacently strode back to his mother and properly lay down to sleep.

Only one little chuckle escaped Lela's lips
before Eros's head snapped up. Lela quickly stopped and looked around.
"Who was that then?" she asked to the surrounding creatures.
"Come, come, now moi dears, confess,
admit!" She looked dejectedly back at Eros. "Wha?
What, ye think I was laughing?" She held out her hands, her
mouth open, as if wondering aloud how in the world could she be blamed.
"Oh, that hurts dear! Really it does. I promise to find the scoundrel and
pop 'em one in the snotbox!
Yep, s'right, tha's wha ye get f'laughing at moi lit'ul Eros." Apparently
pleased with her rather lengthy �I didn't do it� speech, Eros finally settled
down for good. Lela was careful this time and only smiled as she held onto the
bars of the door to pull herself up so that she could stand.

After a few moments, she felt strong enough to
stand on her own and let go of the door. Jingling the keys, she flipped through
them and found the one she was looking for. Reaching outside and twisting her
arm through, she finally managed to place the key in the lock, and with a clank
and a creak, the cage door swayed slowly open. Lela stepped out,
wobbling a little, took the key out of the lock, and turned to go up on deck.
As she walked down through the two rows of creatures, she gazed at them
lovingly. "Thanks, luvs, f'putting
up wiv me again last night." She started up the
stairs and turned back only once more. "Now I must go'n'brave
somefthing even more dangerous than you," she
murmured, smiling wryly.

The early morning fog swept across the deck and
the only sounds were that of the creaking of the ship and the rush of the sea
as it lapped at the hull. Once up on deck, a chill ran through Lela and she shivered.
But as she looked down, she realised her shivering was because of her clothes:
they were shredded and ripped, some beyond repair. "Well if I don't look
like a bloody bang from Turkey..."
she mumbled, quietly embarrassed at the excess of skin she was showing. I'll
have to go change before Jack...oh no...Jack. He's still in my room, asleep. Or
at least, I hope he is. No telling what he'll do if he sees me like this.

Lela would've walked through her doors right
away, but something...or someone...or someoneS...lying
on either side of the entryway grabbed her attention. It was Collette and Minou, the lovely Frenchies.
Collette was leaning against the wall, her head leaning down slightly. Minou was curled up on the ground like a little...um...minou. "Now what were you two up to?" Lela
said softly.

The previous evening...

(A/N: Just to make it easier to understand, Collette and Minou's dialogue is going to be in English--mostly--rather
than French...)

          "Zut alors, Collette, why am I
doing this again?"


"Parce que, tu doit!!" (Because, you
must!!)


"Well...then...so do you!"


"Shh! Be quiet, or they'll hear us!"


"But they haven't said anything the whole time we've been here."


"We've only been here 5 minutes."


"...It seemed longer..."


"Oh, wait! The one called...um, Paque?"


"No, no, Jacque."


"Ah, yes. He is saying...something."


"Ooh, that helps."


"Ferme la bousche..."
(Shut your mouth...)


"Hmm?"


"Rien." (Nothing.)


"Teehee, I bet I know what he's saying."


"What?"


"He's talking to Capitaine, and saying 'Voulez vous coucher
avec moi...ce coir?' Heeheeheehee..."


"Minou, quelle horribles parler!" (Minou, how awful to say!)


"Tsk, tsk, you know
you think it's funny."


"Well...well, yes."


"Voulez vous coucher avec moi..."


"Ce soir?"


"Ha ha ha! Hee...that could be a song..."


They looked at each other. But concluded with a simultaneous...


"Nah!"

"Hmm," Lela murmured. "Oh
well." She laughed. "It's not like they were spying or anyfthing!"

Lela finally walked into her cabin, quietly
opening and closing the door. She took a quick look at her bed and there was
Jack, still asleep and in one of his 'fitful slumberings',
just as she had said the day before. He was sprawled out on the bed,
occasionally tossing, and quietly snoring. Lela smiled and then tiptoed to her
armoire and pulled out a chemise, a loose pair of bloomers, a white collared
shirt with full length sleeves that laced up in the back, a tight-fitting pair
of brown trousers, and a long purple scarf embroidered with paisley patterns
and designs for her hair. She had to be very quiet since her armoire was right
next to her bed, and Jack was lying there. Gathering her clothes in her arms,
Lela crept to the other corner of the room and slipped behind the standing
screen. With a little manoeuvring, she was able to get out of her tattered
garments. Lela threw them to the side and continued to change into her
underclothes. But she still hadn't noticed that her scarf wasn't there...

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A/N: Lala la, lalala la,
another chapter done! I was determined, I was fierce, I never gave up!! Time to
write the next chapter!

DORY: Just keep swimming, just keep swimming, just keep swimming,
swimming, swimming...
KITTY:And this time I PROMISE to be FASTER, AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!! <runs off into the distance waving
laptop, coffee, and PotC and PotC2 DVDs...grins> Hee, I got PotC 2 for Christmas. Woot!! Thanks again to Jacque for reviewing! <pokes him> Ask other people to review as well, would ya? ^_^

To Be Continued...Very Soon...I Hope...Oh, Dear...

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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