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An Eye for a Bargain	By : Nimue Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 6026 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: An Eye for a Bargain 2/?

Genre: Action/Romance

Pairing: J/OC, W/E, N/OC

Rating: R/NC-17

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am serious. Even this machine is a rental. Pirates of the Caribbean, all its characters/places/things belongs to Disney. The Poem "She Moved Through the Fair" belongs in part to Padraic Collum. I take no credit for the recognizable. I make no profit from this.

Summary: A romance or sorts for Jack Sparrow.

Notes: A thank you to all who reviewed Chapter one. You�re kind words were inspiring to say the leaI hoI hope I don�t disappoint you with the addition of my original character. As always, I try my best to keep the reader�s happy.

Cheers

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Abiageal McLeod stepped off the platform and onto the receiving ports of Port Royal on the fifth hour of the first day of spring. Her arrival in the tiny Caribbean Port was much anticipated by her family, whom were waiting to receive her. Abiageal was very much the spitting image of her Irish rogue father, touting the same fiery hair that had once made her sire famous. She had also been gifted with his keen eyes, of a dark stormy gray. Unfortunately for Miss Abiageal, she had also inherited her father�s gargantuan height, and stocky, muscular build. So, it was with great disdain that Commodore Theodore Norrington met the woman he�d arranged to take as his wife. By some great grace of god however, he was able to maintain a strict polite demeanor, lest he insult the lady upon their first meeting.

Abiageal smiled, a hearty grin that enveloped all in her presence with warmth. She was by first rights, a lady, and while shy noy not look the part, pla played it to perfection.

"Greetings Mother, Father." She found herself enveloped in a warm embrace by Mr. Lawrence Montgomery, the man whom had been her father since she was five years old.

"Enough with the formalities Abiageal, we�re overjoyed to see you." Montgomery exclaimed. He stepped aside to give Abiageal�s mother space. Laura Montgomery clung to her eldest daughter in desperation.

"My dearest child. You have no idea how happy I am to see you. How much I need you here. I�ve missed you so much."

"Hush Mother, tis alright, I�m here now." Abby whispered soothingly. "You can rest now." Abiageal worried over the dark circles present in her mother�s face. The elder woman was fatigued, almost to the point of illness.

Those outside the family whom were present thought it a bit odd that Abiageal spoke with an Irish lit. After all, she had been raised by a fine English gentleman. She took after her father in more ways than one it seemed.

"Abiageal, there is someone I�d very much like you to meet. This is Commodore Norrington. I�ve told him a great deal about you, and he�s awaited your arrival in Port Royal as anxiously as the rest of us." Lawrence announced, drawing her forward to meet the Commodore.

"My lady, it is a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance." Norrington bowed slightly, and took up her hand, kissing it genteelly. Abiageal had the grace to blush, though it was not flattery that shone through in her eyes. "Welcome to Port Royal. If there is anything that I can do to make your stay more comfortable, please don�t hesitate to inform me."

"The pleasure is all mine, Commodore. I thank you for your generous hospitality." Abby replied humbly.

"My goodness, perhaps we ought to get back to the house? You�re most likely exhausted Abiageal, after such a trying journey." Cate intervened.

Abby�s face lit up upon seeing her sister. "Cate, I was wondering were y got gotten to! My goodness, it�s so good to see you again!" The girls embraced warmly; reunited after spending months apart. "Where�s that devilish husband of yours? Has he not even a moment to spare and come greet me?"

"Benjamin�s busy oft of late, Abby. Trying to make our way in such a small market is more difficult than we�d imagined, but somehow we manage. Ben sends his love of course, and he�ll see you at dinner tonight." Cate replied evenly.

"Abiageal, perhaps you ought to say goodbye to the Commodore?" Laura suggested, with not just a bit of a hint in her tone.

"Aye, yes, Commodore," Abby returned her attention to Norrington. "Thank you for coming to receive me Commodore, it was most gracious of you. I believe I will retire with my family now, but I look forward to our next meeting." Abby smiled warmly

"As do I, my lady." Norrington replied, every bit the aristocratic gentleman.

"Good day to you Commodore." Lawrence added, before the family departed the docks with much haste. There was plenty of work that needed to be done before Abiageal�s arrival could be celebrated properly.

Norrington bowed one last time before departing to the military barracks. His thoughts strayed to the arrangements he�d made with Montgomery, wondering at how he could have allowed such a mistake on his part. Abiageal in no part resembled her beautiful mother, nor her sisters. He saw no resemblance to Montgomery either, which led him to believe that Abiageal had a different sire, and therefore took after him. Had this information been divulged to him prior to the engagement, he would have considered his options more carefully. Not that it mattered. Montgomery hadn�t been completely truthful about his Abiageal�s heritage, and therefore, the arrangement was not binding.

Abiageal was nearly hei height, and that wouldn�t do. He was a Commodore of the British Navy in the Caribbean, and therefore had an image to keep. Taking and Irish rogue for a wife would do nothing to forward his career, and he had to think accordingly.

He�d had a plan, but William turner had ruined it for him. He�d not expected Elizabeth Swann to fall in love with a lowly blacksmith. Indeed, no one had expected such a misfortunate turn in the young woman. Yet, she had turned, away from him and into Turner�s arms.

He sighed, but then turned his thoughts to more important things. He�d received word this morn that Sparrow had been captured in Tortuga, and his captors were well on their way with him. They� intended to weaken him prior to his arrival in order to prevent any possible escape. This likely meant starvation and torture for dear old Jack Sparrow. They�d sailed for weeks, trying to throw The Pearl and her crew off their Captain�s scent. At least they weren�t entirely incapable. After all, they hadn�t been caught yet. Norrington was confident that the capture would proceed as planned. This time next month, Sparrow would be long dead.

That thought brought a smile to his face.

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"What was that all about, Cate?" Abiageal inquired, her attention divided between her sister and unpacking her numerous bags and traveling chests into the drawers in her room.

"What was what about?" Cate replied, dodging the question for the third time within an hour. She concentrated intently on the gown she was fluffing. The detailing in the bodice was suddenly very interesting indeed.

"The Commodore! Why was it so importantt I t I meet the Commodore? Please don�t tell me that father has been making plans without by knowledge."

Cate looked at her sister apologetically. There was not much for her to say, and she certainly wasn�t about to lie to her best friend. Still, she had her reservations about divulging the information to Abby, whom she knew wouldn�t take the news very well. Abiageal was a true blue romantic, whom firmly believed that she would one day find true love, and be swept away in the arms of her Prince Charming. It was idealistic yes, and perhaps a tad na�ve, but it was a part of her sister�s personality. It was a part of Abby. Innocent Abby. It didn�t matter that Abby was five years her senior, she would always be innocent in Cate�s eyes. It was that innocence that endeared her to so many people. Unfortunately, her innocence also tended to be the reason for her heartaches as well. "Father believes the Commodore to be the perfect perspective match for you. As far as I know, there are no solid arrangements in order, but there may be in the future."

"Oh Cate. Why must father get himself involved? Why can�t he just accept the fact that I am going to die an old maid? There isn�t a man in the whole of the empire that could possibly look upon me with desire. At least, there isn�t any respectable man." Abiageal sighed. She gazed upon her reflection in the mirror with disdain. Her eyes were much too small for her face, and too close together. Her nose was sharp and long, and she was long of the face as well. As a child, the other children had constantly teased her, calling her names. "Horse face," a name that haunted her to this very day. Children were cruel yes, but she couldn�t help but believe it was true, if only in part. Her hair was wiry and the color of orange flame. It was also fiercely curly and impossible to tamed shd she grew tired of trying. She was both blessed and cursed with a fair Irish complexion. Blessed because her skin was pale as snow, even after hours in the sun. Cursed, because she would turn red as a tomato at even the slightest display of temper, or any other emotion for that matter. Her shoulders gave wide berth for her rounded, supple breasts. Her arms were muscular to the point of masculinity, and so she made great efforts to always keep them covered, hidden under and excess of cloth. She had wide birthing hips, and even corseted, having a man span her waist with his hands was a complete impossibility. If her physical appearance didn�t turn would be suitors away, her behavior certainly did. She had a ferocious temper, easy sparked. She was also prone to speaking out of turn. She�d lost count of the number of times, while still in her youth, that she�d been met with the back of her father�s hand for voicing an inappropriate opinion. But she knew that she had some beauty. She was not completely without confidence; it was just lacking of late. She sighed again, hopelessness clouding her thoughts and storming over her eyes.

"Don�t give up hope Abby. Perhaps you could always marry a pirate? They�re known to be less than respectful." Cate suggested teasingly, trying desperately to lighten the mood.

"A pirate indeed!" Abiageal laughed. "Yo Ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me!" She laughed heartily, her depression lifting from her heart instantly. "Thank you Cate. You�re a good friend." Abby pondered the suggestion. It was ludicrous of course. No lady would willingly lie with a pirate, to do so was to completely disgrace oneself. She could suffer the insecurities of her appearance, and she could suffer the knowledge of never finding love. She would not however, sacrifice her good name and family for passion.
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Jack Sparrow was nearing the end. He could feel it in his chest, for no healthy man�s breath sounded so loud as the waves crashing against the sides of a ship. Twas not healthy, and he feared that without aid, he wouldn�t live long enough to see the Port. Unbeknownst to Jack, he can contracted a cold during his confinement aboard the bounty hunters vessel. The dank and musky air, combined with the moisture and cool night temperatures had resulted in pneumonia. He required medical assistance, and even then, his chances for survival were slim. There were few skilled doctors in the Caribbean, and those that were around would have serious problems with the treatment of a pirate. Not that it mattered anyhow, for Jack sincerely believed that if his illness didn�t kill him first, he wouldn�t last long in Norrington�s hands.

He coughed again, the pressure building in his chest cavity, and setting his throat ablaze with pain. His muscles barely functioned anymore, and he�d long since lost the ability to stand. He could barely feel his limbs, let alone make them move. Near a fortnight had passed since his conversation with Scarlet, and he�d been given not much more than a few bread crumbs and one rotten chicken leg to eat since then. They�d provided him with very little

water, and what he had been given was contaminated with various wastes, likely having been sourced from the kitchen traps.

He was more than sick. He was disgusting, and he knew it. There was not a sole alive that would be able to identify him by sight for that which he was. He�d lost a considerable amount of weight, his hair was beyond un-kept, and what was left of his clothing was disgraceful.

He wallowed a bit in self-pity, thinking back upon his short life, and wondering that if he were given the chance, would he make any changes? Likely no. Jack Sparrow was not a man with regrets. He was proud of his accomplishments, offbeat as they were. His life experiences were what made him the man he was now. He snorted. Aye, a dying man, full of disease and an empty stomach aboard a lowly bounty ship.

Perhaps he did have regrets. Well, he had one regret. It was best not to dwell on it however. There were some things in life that could not be changed, and what was meant to happen would. Likewise, if it were not meant to happen, it wouldn�t. Obviously, he was not meant to have certain things in his life. He was not the type of man to dote upon children, or the thought of a family. Pirates simply didn�t have families. That�s why they were pirates. Severe all ties; leave no connections, no way for them to hurt ye. In the pursuit of adventure and fortune, a pirate sacrificed all else.

It was a simple existence, and one that he had chosen for himself. His choice. His life.

Still, he couldn�t help but wonder what it would be like if someone were to care about him. Were to care that he was trapped aboard this ship, dying. If there was someone out there that was waiting for him to come home, to come back to them. Someone that would miss him if he didn�t return.

But there was no one. There was no one left wondering if he was alive. No one who cared whether or not he lived or died.

For the first time in his life, Jack realized that he was truly and utterly alone, and it scared him.
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It�d been a week since Abiageal�s arrival, and she�d not a moment�s rest since then. There was always some chore that needed to be done, or one of the children required her attention. There had been countless meetings with neighbors, most of whom she didn�t remember. She did remember meeting the Turner�s however. They were an interesting young couple, a few years younger she she was. She�d listened to Elizabeth for hours, as she recounted her adventures among pirates and thieves. She was especially impressed with Elizabeth�s account of Jack Sparrow. The marvelous story the girl had spun was better than any novella Abiageal had yet come upon. She�d even recommended that Elizabeth write a book. "Maybe someday." Elizabeth had blushed.

William turner was just as interesting as his wife. The dashing young blacksmith and entertained them with his fancy swordplay, and his mocking of Norrington. Abby had appreciated their crude humor, even if her sister did not.

"They�re usualo pro proper, Abiageal, I don�t know what�s gotten into them." Cate complained.

"I didn�t mind. Their humor was refreshing. I quite enjoyed their company." Abby replied, confused as to what exactly " being proper" entailed. "They were entertaining and hospitable. I don�t believe anything else was necessary."

"They could have refrained from their crude insults of the Commodore. He is a good man, and does his job well." Cate defended.

"Perhaps, but that doesn�t make Will�s impressions any less amusing."

"You are impossible Abiageal."

"I know."

Things were so hectic in Port Royal, the only time Abby had to herself were those precious few hours of the wee morning. When the sky was black and everyone was tucked soundly into bed.

Like right now, in this silent moment, when she sat gazing out the window at the blackened sea and star filled sky. It was a small moment, for which she grateful to have all to herself. The silence was golden in her ears, the tranquillity of the ocean lulling her into a revere.

She wondered at her decision to come across the Atlantic for her family. Prior to her trans-Atlantic voyage, she�d removed herself to the small village in Ireland where she�d been born. Her parents where completely unaware of her journey to Ireland, having been kept up to date through letters of her "supposed" doings in London. With the help of her loyal servants alone, she�d been able to keep up the ruse, while taking some time to visit old friends and relations in the seaside Irish community. She certainly felt comfortable there, but also incomplete. She�d resolved herself to the fact that there truly was nothing in Ireland for her, and her longing for adventure of any kind had been what prompted the packing of her bags and the great journey across the ocean.

Still, it had only been a week, and while she felt a strong sense of devotion to her family, she longed for her former independence as well.

There was little chance of her ever reclaiming that. Lawrence Montgomery was thoroughly convinced that he�d found her the perfect mate. While Commodore Norrington was a decent gentleman, she harbored strong reservations about him. The Commodore was kind, but conservative as well. Abiageal knew what kind of woman the Commodore expected, and she certainly was not that woman. She knew it was the romantic in her trying to break free, but Norrington didn�t strike her as interesting in the least. The man was positively dull. She�d spent not but a few hours in the Commodore�s company, and found that the only topic of conversation that appeared to hold with him was the military. This of course, provided him with ample opportunity to talk about himself, and his great achievements.

Sighing, she retrieved her hairbrush from the dressing table and began to hum softly while running the comb through her wiry hair. The heat and humidity had made the tangling even worse, and she�d been forced to rely on braids and pins to keep it tidy. It was far too long to be practical, but her mother would have a fit if she were to cut it, even to her shoulders. As it was now, the rogue Irish curls cascaded down her back in coppery waves, only coming to a halt at her hips. Her hair was fiercely curly, and completely unmanageable. She complained of it oft, though there was nothing to be done for it. She began to sing softly to herself, breaking the silence with her melody.

My love said to me,

My mother won't mind

And my Father won't slight ye

For your lack of kind

Then she stepped away from me

And this she did say

It will not be long love

Till our wedding day

She stepped away from me

And she moved through the fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And she went her way homeward

With one star awake

As the swans in the evening

Move over the lake

The people were saying,

No two e'er were wed

But one has a sorrow

That never was said

And she smiled as she passed me

With her goods and her gear

And that was the last

That I saw of my dear.

I dreamed it last night

That my true love came in

So softly she entered

Her feet made no din

She came close beside me

And this she did say

It will not be long love

Till our wedding day

Her melancholy settled over her again, and she knew she ought to know better than to dwell on it. A lady never ought not to sulk, or so she had been taught.

She was startled from her daydreams by a loud shout, and the crash of something heavy being dropped on a hard surface. Rushing to the window, she could hear a ruckus down at the harbour. Who could be out there at this hour? A shipment? It was entirely possible. Whoever it was, they made enough racket to wake even the dead. Her curiosity getting the better of her, despite the late hour, she threw on her robe and quietly moved out of the house.

She hid herself behind a bunch of empty ale kegs. No small feat considering her height, but she managed. She had a clear view of the goings on in the harbour, and what she saw there sent shivers up aown own her spine. Her arms were covered in gooseflesh, and she felt her breath hitch at the sight. They were pirates, and there were more than a few. A larand and was carrying what looked to be a corpse into the main square. She was slightly shocked to see Commodore Norrington moving to intercept them, and relieved as well. At the very least, Norrington was good for the removal of denizens such as these. She could smell them even from her distant hiding place. They reeked of death and waste. Most likely, none had bathed in the last month, or year.

The pirates threw the body at Norrington�s feet, and the look of satisfaction on his face was frightening. He kicked at the corpse, and it was then that Abiageal realized the person wasn�t dead. She heard a muffled groan, before the person lapsed once more into silence. Her heart bled for the mistreatment of the poor soul.

Whoever the person was, their crimes must have been terrible to warrant such treatment.

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