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

A/N 2006/2007: Ok, you don�t have to
read the old A/N if you don�t want. I hadn�t updated for almost a year,
partially because I was busy with school and partially because I had really bad
writer�s block. I�ve just recently finished Chapter 22, which I started more
than a year ago I think. That was pretty much the hump I needed to get over.
That, and working on a rather complex fight scene between Lela and Jack (their
�friendly duel� ^_^ ). But all is well now, and I�m at least getting a few more
reviews. Speaking of which...

***Many thanks to DaniKitty for reviewing! It�s
greatly appreciated.� =^.^=� And thanks again, to Jacque, for being a good
reviewer. Oops, wait, I see new review!! Angel and Ana, thank you both soo much for reviewing and writing more than just �I like
it lots, more, more, more!�. Hee, I hope you enjoyed my emails to you. It�s
nice to see high numbers on the story hits, but it�s so awesome to read what
people think. �Member what I say: Reading,
wRiting, Reviewing, and Rum...ing...***

OLD A/N: OH. MY. GGGGGOOOOODDDDD!!!!! It has been almost
a fuh-reaking YEAR. AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! WTF, WTF, W
T F?!?!?! Ok, I�ve been much too MUCH too busy. I�m a junior in
high school now. <gulp> No, wait...now I�m kind of a SENIOR. ACK!!!
<sigh> This may be just kind of an excuse as to why it�s been so long,
but here�s what we�ve been up to...
Summer 2004: I got to skip Honours Day and Prize
Day in May at my school (YAY!) so I could go to my fraternal grandparents� 50^th
wedding anniversary (holy crud, 50 years, go Jim and Claudette!).
Fall 2004: Junior classes suck, especially
chemistry and American Literature. I was in �Into the Woods� at Mount Michael
(boys boarding school) and I played Cinderella. I made some new friends, caught
up with some old friends, and one of the old friends is now my boyfriend, who�d
a-thunk it...? <Giselle> But, but...the oldness!! <smack but with a giggle> Silly wench! He�s not really a Mysterious Old Man, though when
first he appears he does seem
mysterious, delirious, deleterious...
Winter 2004: Awesome Christmas, new video
editing software yay! Still with my new beau. Had my second annual New Year�s
Eve Party, t�was kick-ass.
Spring 2005: Blech, more school. Was in �You�re
A Good Man, Charlie Brown� as Sally (his neurotic 5-year-old blonde sister, I
had to wear a wig...) Uuum, decided that my religious affiliation, if someone forces
me to label my spiritual beliefs, was basically Liberal Quaker, lol, don�t ask,
and don�t confuse Quakers with Amish, completely different. Had one too many
times where I would get behind in either chemistry or American Literature and
get overwhelmed. Worked on trailers for �WICKED: The Life and Times of the
Wicked Witch of the West�, �Echoed Lullaby�, �LaMasqueDuMinet the CheshireKat�,
and �The End...And Then Some� presented by my amateur film company OverDramatic
Productions (didn�t get �em finished in time for the film festival...<sneaky
glance> The festival? The festival?! I wish to go to the festival!! Heehee,
sorry couldn�t help it!).
Beginning of Summer
2005: Took my
finals, blah, I hate �em, I hate �em, I HATE �em!!! I think I did ok though, and
my grades shouldn�t be horrible. As long as I have no Ds I�ll still be alive
when me mum receives my report card, heh heh heh. Made a new friend, Alex, he
be crazy cool, go see mah shanga (xanga) at www.xanga.com/lunarkitty13 and find out more about him, and
me, and my terribly amusing daily ramblings. Saw �12 Monkeys� at my new friend
Dan�s house (well, technically he�s Tim�s�my boyfriend�friend, but now he�s
kinda my friend too. Dan says I�m tolerable, which, coming from him, is a
compliment, since I�m a 3 and he�s a 4. ^_^; Don�t ask, go look up Enneagrams...)
AND I started working on my PotC fic again!!!!!

But I have the WORST case of writer�s block I have ever had!!
<silence...> For those of you who are wondering where my darling little
Eric is: yes, he is still my Muse; NO, he cannot be here today on account of my
reconsideration of his worthiness for the title of Muse!!!!!!!!

Reviews: 129?!?!?!
Favourite Story or Favourite Author of: 13
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On Author Alert for: 18 readers

OK, enough ROTA (Ramblings Of
The Author). ONTO THE STORY!!!

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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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�� Jack was in darkness,
utter black darkness. He didn�t know if he was awake and just hadn�t opened his
eyes, awake and blind, or perhaps half-dead and drowning in a tar pit. Since he
was pretty positive he was still breathing, the pirate doubted he was drowning
in tar. There had been many times where people had told him that one day he
would drink himself half-blind; Jack had been chugging rum on a daily basis
since he was twelve and if that hadn�t made him half-blind then he certainly
couldn�t be completely blind now. So then he was awake...or at least, he was in
that odd place between full consciousness and dreaming where everything seems
hazy and sluggish.

It was only when he heard a drawer open and
close beside his head that he began to stir. When his drooping eyelids finally,
lethargically opened, he slung his weary head to the side and looked. Nothing.
There was no one there, just a tall dark wood armoire. Disappointed from being
roused from sleep when there wasn�t something (or someone) to look at, Jack
rolled his head back to its original resting place.

Just then he heard something drop on the
ground. His bloodshot eyes snapped open and he whipped his head in the
direction of the noise. Nothing. I�m sure I heard something. It hadn�t
been a loud sound, not like something completely solid that hit the wooden
floor. It was softer, more muffled, like a piece of cloth. As he began to drift
back to sleep, he heard the sound again. This time, Jack scrambled up, turning
his head repeatedly, his braids flying all about his face.

Nothing, nothing, fucking bloody
NOTHING.

�� Then he happened to
look down and see some pieces of clothing there. It was then that Jack began to
feel rather irritated with himself. If something had dropped onto the ground, why would it be in mid-air where he had been looking? Any
further attempts to fall asleep again were obviously futile so the groggy
captain quietly got up from his captor�s bed. At that moment when he began to
softly tread across the floor he suddenly remembered where he was...on whose
ship he was.

Jack�s mind slowly replayed bits and pieces of
the previous night: their playful brawls, their constant arguments and childish
banter, Lela decided to make him sleep alone in her bed while she slept in the
brig. That was entirely unfair, by the way! Jack knelt on the ground and began
to examine the mysterious piece of clothing. Those few random lit�ul kisses, and I mean, come OFF it, we were
wrestling on her bed for heaven
sake, and then she decides that we need to sleep separately?!

His fingers grasped a corner of the fabric and
before further inspection, he sighed with renewed disappointment and the need
for her to be close. The room looks like
it�s of her; evey�fthing, the d�cor, the walls, the ceiling, the floor! It�s
all her. And the bed... Jack
sighed again as his eyes slid closed and the reminisces of sleeping there
swirled around in his mind. Her bed smells like her, he thought,
bringing the cloth close to his face, inhaling deeply. Dusky, sweet, heady...like the scent of...madness...and wilting flowers
in an opium den. Jack�s skin tingled as it too remembered the warmth and
comfort and soothing softness of that divine divan. The bed...feels like her. It
was like evey�fthing about her stayed there when she left an impression on that
bed. Intoxicating scent, smooth skin, soft lips, silky hair, brilliant eyes,
taunting and teasing me, playing with me, tempting me, seducing me...

�� As it so often seemed to happen,
Jack�s little reverie was interrupted. The offender this time was a boot that
hit the floor. He apprehensively looked down at the black leather shoe, the
square toe and the height of the thick wedge heel making his shins suddenly
hurt. Then Jack saw the dressing screen in front of him wobble. It had a dark
cherry wood frame, and fierce wild cats, similar to the ones adorning the
outside door, were painted on the translucent tan rice paper. There came a thump sound from behind the screen and
then a hissing gasping groan from a female voice, followed by a series of
quietly screamed curses that made even the loose-tongued Jack raise an eyebrow.
He was momentarily distracted by the hand that reached around the right side of
the panels to steady it, when he saw another black item fly up over the top of
the screen. He saw it approaching him too late.

With a sharp smack the object collided with Jack�s forehead and the pirate
squeezed his eyes and mouth shut, desperately trying to not howl with pain. He
swung his arms around, clenching his fists and tightening the joints in his
fingers, and his mouth opened and closed with silent pleas and swears. After he
had finally calmed down and he had sufficiently finished his histrionic dance
of pain, Jack closed his eyes, stretched his hands out before him, and softly
and shakily sighed in an effort to compose himself. Looking down, he saw what
had hit him: the other boot�s mate. He gave a sly smile towards the screen. I don�t think she knows I�m awake... Jack
looked down again to the pile of clothing that had accumulated before she
accidentally�She�s not doing it on purpose, right?�threw her belt at him. He
picked up the shirt once more for scrutiny. It was Lela�s, of course, the one
she had been wearing yesterday. The one
that she wouldn�t have been wearing
had it been up to me. He rolled his eyes and mentally kicked himself. Stop that, ye great idiot!

Jack brought the blouse closer to his face and
found something...interesting. His brow furrowed and he ran his tanned fingers
over the irregularities in the fabric. The shirt was snagged and torn in
places. It looked as though several blades or something had slashed through it
repeatedly. Jack worriedly looked up at the silhouette of the woman behind the
screen but shook his head. Last night she
told me not to go after her, under any circumstances what-so-evah. Jack�s
forehead creased even more. She obviously
had a reason for bein� so serious about that. It�ll kill me not to know right
this second, but... He quietly set the shredded top on the floor and stood
up. I don�want to push her away no more,
or do somefthing that�ll make her push me away. Jack rubbed his eyes and
began to softly tread closer to the dressing screen. And hell if I ain�t completely fuckin� whipped by ye, ya crazy wench. He
smiled as he carefully peaked around the corner on the left of the frame. Hope ye didn�t hear that, luv.

Lela had her back to him with her bare arms out
in front of her. She was spreading a creamy aromatic salve over her arms,
shoulders, hands, and fingers, occasionally making tiny gasps as if the
ointment stung her skin. To Jack�s left by the wall there was a tall wooden hat
stand of sorts where a decorative dark violet scarf hung upon a peg. Hearing a
louder whimper and seeing a cringe run through the woman, Jack felt that
nagging prickle in his mind that whined at him to throw a barrage of questions
at Lela, but he pushed those thoughts aside. His glance drifted back to the
stand and he eyed the long piece of wine-coloured silk, and below it on the
ground, a pallid swarthy shirt; his trademark cheeky grin slid through his
lips. He had something in mind that would be more fun that interrogating her.

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�� Sssss-aagghh!! Good fuckin�
lord, this hurts!! Lela winced
as the gooey balm seeped into her skin. Oooh,
it stings, it stings, it stings. Sometimes I wonder if the pain I go through to
heal is worth the healing I go
through just for more pain. Her finger grazed an acutely tender spot,
making her tremble and cry out softly. She sighed and snapped the earthenware
lid shut upon the attached jar. I don�t care
if it�s supposed to help with healing, this is plenty fine and good for now. Lela
set the container on the small table in front of her and blew on her hands to
try and cool the flames.

She looked down to see her languid progress of
getting dressed. Her legs had been rubbed with ointment and bandaged but were
now covered by loose black trousers. It would probably be hot, but long pants
would ensure that few to no questions would be asked about her injured state.
Lela�s ribs were lightly bruised but again, her wounds would be covered by a
long slack shirt. At the moment her top half was only concealed by a small pale
cream chemise that hugged her skin with a welcome cool silkiness. She glanced
down where she had set her blouse...only to do a double-take and discover it
wasn�t there. Damn. Forgot to get a new
shirt. She sighed and shrugged, turning back to straighten the camisole. Ah well, I�ll get it in a minute. Now where
is my...?

Lela reached back to the stand next to the wall
to get her headscarf to keep the majority of her hair out of her face. Confused
at not feeling the scarf�s silky touch skim across her fingers, she looked over
her shoulder. It wasn�t hanging on its peg. She fully turned around and took a
small step forward. There was nothing on the stand or on the floor beneath it.
However there seemed to be something in front of the screen to her left. Lela
turned her head slightly, suspicion dancing in her eyes.

Taking two quiet paces forward, she whisked her
head around to peruse the other side. Nothing. �Hmm...?� she quietly murmured.
�I coulda sworn...� She shook her head and stepped back to lean on one foot.
Crossing her arms, she narrowed her eyes and surveyed her apartments. To her
right, the main doors were shut. Her dark and weathered cap sat upon her sea
chest. The drawers in her desk were closed and no papers seemed to be out of
place on the countertop. As Lela questioningly bit her bottom lip and she wondered
what it was that seemed so incongruous, she suddenly realised the strangeness
she felt wasn�t because something had been moved or because a door was ajar. Somefthing�s...missing...

Before she had any more time to ponder, Lela
felt an arm encircle her bare waist and then a hand brushing back her long
black hair. She fleetingly assumed that the arm and hand belonged to an
attacker, and she was about to fling him over her shoulder when a pair of
moistened lips branded the side of her neck with a scorching kiss, and a strong
scent washed over her. Her nostrils were filled with the exhilarating odour of
alcohol, it travelled back into her mouth where her taste buds sparked with the
sensation of tasting salt and spices, and it finally whispered down her throat
like a crisp cool wind. Her eyes flickered half-closed and she inhaled
erratically, partially because of the intensely cold skin that the burning lips
had drawn away from, but mostly because Lela wanted to take in more of that
enlivening scent and presence of the man behind her.

Jack lifted the silken scarf to his captor�s
hair, purposefully letting it sweep up against her arm and over the skin of her
exposed midriff. Another shudder ran through the woman in front of him but it
was obvious it wasn�t from fear. Lightly throwing one end over her head, he let
it settle onto her hair, and pulled the two ends of cloth through each other
and tied it. The woman�s head tilted back a little, as if she had lost control
of it, and Jack, smiling wryly, slid his hand once more onto her stomach. After
only a moment�s hesitation, he even dared to take her left hand in his own and
bring it up to cradle the side of his head.

Lela reached back further of her own accord and
pressed her palm against the pirate�s braided hair, leaned further in his
embrace, and silently implored him to hold her tighter. Jack let out the breath
he had been holding and felt as though a great boulder had just been moved from
his chest. He grasped her more forcefully and he squeezed his eyes shut even
tighter. His surrender may have been weak and suicidal, but he quite honestly
didn�t give a damn. At that moment it looked as if he had a choice: either love
her so much it hurt, alone; or love her so much it hurt, with her, and have her
love him just as fiercely. Jack rested his head in her hair after eloquently
placing a prolonged firm kiss on Lela�s temple and deeply sighing at the same
time.

The second option was the only option. Why can�t I leave ya, luv? I can�t evuh leave you.

A few minutes later, Lela finally broke the
silence, comfortable though it was. �Jack,� she whispered hesitantly, �I�m
sorry about last night.� She hung her head and Jack felt the rest of her droop
a little. �I didn�t mean to be so secretive. I mean, I suppose I meant to, but it was only because I felt
I had to, but I just�.� Jack�s fingertips cut her off as they rushed to her
mouth to quiet her as they had many times many years ago.

�Hush, girl,� he murmured, and he smiled.
�Don�t worry about it, Elley. There�s obviously a lot a�fthings wha�s happened
since last we were togevvuh.� Jack gently flicked her nose. �Ye nevvuh were too
ready to give up good secrets, I don�spect ye to be that way now.�

Lela slowly grinned, but she tried once more to
get out the truth of things. �But are you sure you don�t want me to tell�?�
Once again, she was interrupted, only this time Jack gave her a quick turn and
stopped her with a kiss. She made a noise of surprise but eventually began to
giggle.

Jack shook his head. �Silly girl, listen to me more often! You don�t have
to go into all of the details now, s�all right, I don�wan ya to be angry wiv me
any more. But...� He cupped Lela�s chin and looked in her eyes with an almost
uncharacteristic seriousness. �Promise...that you�ll tell me...sooner or later?�
But of course his playfulness crept into his most significant of requests.
�Preferably sooner?� A pause. �Eventually, at least?� A muffled chuckled from
the girl. �Before I die, for gods sakes?!� Lela couldn�t help laughing despite
her efforts to take his entreaty seriously.

�Yes, yes, all right, all right!� She continued
to giggle, feeling like the two were joking together as children back in Sleego.
She reached up to lay the back of her hand against Jack�s rough cheek and
looked at him with understanding and sincerity. �Don�t worry, Jack. I promise
to tell you...ev�eyfthing. Soon.� A mischievous childlike grin suddenly grew on
her face, replacing the mature adult mouth. �But, if you want me to tell you
sooner...� Lela gazed up at him with a look that screamed of wickedness. �There
are two fthings you can do for me...� Jack lewd mind sprang to attention as he
wondered what she would ask of him. �First...� The fingers on her right hand
drew invisible lines from Jack�s cheek to his lips. She smiled impishly. �Call
me �Elley� again.� Her leer softened. �I miss that...�

�� Although he was mildly
disappointed in the first of her terms of the accelerated promise, Jack was
also intrigued by her still childish nature. �All right then. What is the
second thing ole Jack can do for you...Elley?� As if reading his mind and
granting his wish, Lela lightly pushed her captive into the wall and leaned
closely against him.

�� Second...� she
murmured as she placed one palm against Jack�s beating heart. �Kiss me again,� she
whispered, her breath tantalising the sensitive skin of Jack�s ear. �I miss
that too...�

�� Silent for a moment,
Jack turned his head, making his lips collide with Lela�s own ear. He softly
said, �I�ve missed calling you �Elley,� luv...� His soft words became more
hushed and turned into a rough whisper, and a faint but unmistakably lustful moan
escaped the woman�s lips. �As for kissing you...� Jack smoothly turned the
tables; Lela was now pinned to the wall by Jack, the captor becoming the
captive. �Well...it�s been far too long, Elle...�

�� Without another word
Jack brought Lela�s face forward and slowly kissed her. It hadn�t turned out
quite like Lela had planned, but... She took one more appreciative glance of
the tanned skin, the heavy-lidded bronze eyes, and the wild hair of her
beloved, before her own eyes slipped closed. No, she thought as a warm tongue that held a lingering taste of
liquor slid into her mouth and violently brushed her own tongue. This is better.
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A/N: I�m sosososoSOso sorry it�s taken so long!! To
my DASH girlies who read, thank you for not abandoning me or ICELY. To all the
FFN readers who have just been keeping an eye on this, thank you too! I really
love this story, I love writing it, reading it over again, and then reading
your reviews.� I don�t want it to fall
into the Pit of Abandoned and Unfinished Stories, so please know that I am
working fervently to dispel this accurs�d WRITER�S BLOCK.

ERIC: Dun dun DUUUN!!!
KITTY: Oh, dear...
ERIC: I�m baaa-aaaaack!!!!!
KITTY: Dundun DUUUUUN!!!!!
ERIC: Hey!! That�s my line!!!
KITTY: Dundundun...teeheehee...^_^

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

***Once more, so many ridiculously loud and boisterous
�thank you�s to Jacque, DaniKitty, Angel, Ana, my Chelbell, and everyone else who reviewed!! I
shower you with hugs and kisses by the bushel, by the barrel, by the ton, for
your support and feedback!!!***

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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