Adult-FanFiction.org : Movies

The Siren Song of Pirate Fire	By : KinkyCheshireKat Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 2999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
The Siren Song of Pirate Fire
By �Kitty� Katrionna Brannagh

A/N: Review of last time: Jack has woken up from his
dream about him and Lela and gets up to clear his head. We can all see that
he�s very drunk. He looks out the window and sees they�re in Tortuga.
Then <gasp> he turns around to see Scarlet in his bed!!

THE APRIL FOOL: What�s up with that?! <rim shot>

I dunno... she retells what happened the previous night and ends up
falling out the window. (Heh heh heeeeehhhh...) Then Jack basically tears up
his room, angry for getting so shit-faced drunk. As he calms down, he starts to
remember what happened. But I ended the chapter before we could read the
FLASHBACK. What happened??

You don�t know do you??!! So you must read to find out, mwa HA!

I�m sorry this isn�t as great a chapter as some of the others. I�m
having a bit of a--

ERIC: DUN DUN DUUUNNNN!!!

WRITER�S BLOCK and--

ERIC: DUNDUN DUUUNNN!!

<EVIL GLARE from =^.^=>

ERIC: ...dun dun...

Thank you. As I was saying, it�s not as good as some of the others, but
I�ve been kinda letting it drag out so I might as well just post this and get
on to the important stuff.

POSSIBLE CONFUZZLEMENTS AHEAD! I was editing this chapter, in which Jack
talks a lot about his past, and suddenly it occurred to me: when I first wrote
this there was no PotC 2. As I went through, I found so many things that
clashed with the new information I received since seeing the new film. For a
while, I was going to take into consideration how many years exactly Jack was
supposed to have the Pearl
before <fill in when you see PotC 2> and edit everything accordingly. I
finally just decided to forget about it. It�s not worth it, I think, to take
all the time to worry about the origins of the ship and whatnot, because after
all, this is a fanfic; I have my own version of the story.

I am SOOO sorry everyone! It�s taken me longer than it normally would to
update because I�ve been on the road to a house in the mountains in Colorado,
so please forgive me??!! <puppy dog eyes with tears> PLEASE?! The kitty
feels sooo bad! She loves you all sooo much!! <normal--crazy--face>

Now onto the story!! <skips off merrily to the computer> La la,
lalalaaa...

~Postscript~
PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE, remember to REVIEW,
moi dears! <silence> Je suis fin...

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

~*FLASHBACK*~

Jack stood at the head of the ship, his Pearl, steering a course he had no intention
of making (that is, no intention that he was willing to admit, even to
himself). He simply stood there, as though there was nothing in life that was
really worth staying and living for. �Stop that,� he said aloud to himself.
�You know where thinking like that leads...�

�Ye know, talkin� to yerself is said to be the
first sign of insanity, Jack.�

Jack whirled around, taking the wheel with him.
The ship lurched to the left before Jack turned back and straightened it out.

Mr. Gibbs clung to the side of the ship, almost
completely horizontal, leaning with his arms and his legs straight to the side.
In one swift push, he heaved himself up and wobbled a bit before coming to a
steady upright position.

Jack was very aware that Gibbs had heard what
he had said, and that he should just admit it before his first mate caught him
in the same clever trap he always did... <say this very quickly like it�s
all one word> but-was-Jack-about-to-admit-that-?-oooooooooof-COURSE-NOT!!

�I wasn�t talkin� to meself, Gibbs,� Jack said
nonchalantly. Gibbs� mouth curved down in a scowl.

�And denial is the second,� he retorted,
smiling slightly at the small pleasure of knowing that he had been right.

Jack shrugged and didn�t turn around. �Maybe I
am insane,� he said, completely overemphasising inattention. Just please
don�t ask what�s wrong! If there is a god; please, mate, don�t let Gibbs be
pryin� into me thoughts.� S�all I ask!!

�Jack, what�s wrong?�

Damn.

�You�re acting rather, uh, troubled,� Gibbs
continued. Jack stared out at the sea stretched before him. He should just tell
Gibbs and get it over with. He would find out anyway if he just kept talking...

�I�m not troubled.� Stupid. �There�s nothing
wrong, I�m just...tired...� Double-stupid. Gibbs just shook his head and walked
over to Jack, standing in front of him and the wheel so Jack would have to look
at him.

�Jack, just so�s ye know,� he said shaking his
head, and thwap! on Jack�s head, �ye�re a terrible liar.�

As Jack rubbed the bump on his head, cringing
at the twinge of pain, he looked down, knowing full well where this was all
going.

�Jack, what�re thinkin� about, ye madman! Ye
can�t steer the god-damned ship and take charge of the crew if ya be off in
dreamland.� Gibbs popped Jack under the chin, and looked at him as though he
was an angry father glaring at his disobedient son who wasn�t telling the
truth. �Tell me.� It wasn�t a question. If Jack didn�t answer soon, he knew
Gibbs would probably hang him over the side of the ship, or something, until
Jack answered. He may have been just the first mate, but Jack knew that his old
friend wouldn�t hesitate to treat him like his own kid. Which was what Jack was
afraid of. Sighing heavily, Jack resolved to tell Gibbs the truth. Well, the
truth as in...

�I�m worried, �cause, uh, I don�t �ave a weddin�
present to give Will�n�Lizabeth next time I go �round to Port
Royal.� Thwack!! �AGH! Not so hard, man!!� Jack looked up
and saw Gibbs looking at him with sternly. He wasn�t going to leave Jack alone
until he knew what was going on. �What?!� Jack screamed angrily. �Why do ya
want to know?!�

Gibbs� face softened a bit as he said, �Cap�n,
we all know when somethin�s botherin� ya. Ya best tell me now �fore any of the
other crew sees ya. They won�t be as kind to a forlorn cap�n as Oi will be.�
Gibbs could see Jack thinking it over. He raised his hand in warning.

�All right, all right!!� Jack screamed bringing
one hand up to his face to shield against an attack. �Just don�t hit the face!�
Putting both hands back on the wheel, he stared out into the ocean. Damn, he
was acting like such a pansy. He hated acting like such a pansy. For
God�s sake, he was Captain Jack Sparrow! Why did today have to be today,
when he knew he would think about what today was. And why did
Gibbs have to bring it up?! It didn�t help at all that, more and more in the
past several months, he had been having hazy dreams containing fragments of
events and people he did not want too think on. Still, not wanting to create
any more lumps for himself than necessary, Jack gave in to Gibbs� request. �All
right, fine,� he muttered with soft anger. �I�ll tell ye, but you�re not to say
one word about it, to me, the crew, any soul, livin� or dead, evah
again, do we �ave an accord?� Jack brought his right hand up from the wooden
post it had gripped. Momentarily hesitant with apprehensive curiosity, Gibbs
took it and clutched it hard.

�Oi swear on me life, Jack,� Gibbs pledged
seriously, �on me very life.�

Returning the handshake, Jack pulled his hand
back down to the wheel. He looked out at the ocean, stretching before him, and
dreaded what he was going to say to Gibbs what he had told no one in ten years.
No, Jack thought, eleven...wait, no...thirteen years.
Cor...it�s been more than a decade since...since that night. Jack cleared
his throat quietly and tried to forget about the nightly visions that had been
haunting him.

�Do ye know where I be coming from, Gibbs?� he
began, �Before I e�er had the Black Pearl.� Gibbs squinted his eyes, wondering
what Jack was going to tell him.

�Nay, Cap�n,� Gibbs answered honestly. �Oi
never really wondered about it.�

�Well, before comin� over to the Caribbean, I lived
on a tiny stitch of land on the border of Ireland
and England.
The town of Sleego.�
Jack continued to look at sea, his face slowly becoming an unreadable mask. �I
was twenty or so, when I got the Black Pearl and I left lit�ul Sleego, and
headed south for the Caribbean.� A tiny smile
broke through the mask momentarily but it was quickly pushed aside again. �But
before I got the Pearl,
before I even thought about becomin� a pirate, I lived with me mother�n�father
in the countryside near Sleego until I was about sixteen. When I turned sixteen
I, uh, moved into town and was going through an apprenticeship.� Gibbs didn�t
miss the slight tone of embarrassment in Jack�s voice. And just as the Captain
was about to go on...

�What were ye an apprentice for?� Gibbs asked
slyly. Jack gulped, disappointed that he couldn�t have just skipped over that
detail.

�I was prot�g� to a, uh, to a...� Jack looked
down, as if in shame that he, the greatest pirate in the entire world, was
pupil to, �a dressmaker...�

Gibbs stood silent for a moment, his eyes wide
as saucers. And then...

�PWAAAAAA ha ha ha ha haaaa!!�

Well, then he laughed.

�Neh HA hahahaa hahaaa haaaa!!�

A lot.

�COR!! Tha�s the, HA ha ha haahahaaaa!!
Funniest--! MmmHAAA hahaha!!�

A lot, a lot.

�Thing--! Teh HAAh heheheeeehh HAHAHaaaaa!! I
e�er her� in me life!! Te-tell me, Jack, did ye make cute little dresses for
the wee lasses of the town? Oh, oh! And perhaps a weddin� dress!!
Haaahahuhhaa!�

Gibbs laughed heavily for another minute and
then began to slow down to just heavy breathing. The rugged round pirate�s face
was red and he wiped a tear from his eye. �Sorry, Jack,� Gibbs said, slightly
regretful, �It wer�n that funny. It�s just that, well, ya gotta admit, that no
one, not even me, can
see you as some sort-a tailor.�

Jack glared with spite at Gibbs as he tried to
calm himself down. �Right then, if we can please just forget about that
lit�ul tidbit of information,� Jack continued in a solemn tone, �do ye want to
know why I�m actin� odder than usual today, or shall I just toss ye overboard?
Sound good, Gibbs?�

The first mate�s face was grave as stone.

�Good,� Jack said firmly. Leaning slightly
closer, Gibbs tilted to hear the rest of Jack�s story. �Well, all this while when
I was living in Sleego, I had a friend by the name of Bratchkep,� said Jack,
resuming the tale, �Lela Bretchkap. Our parents were friends, they were, and
we�d known each other since was babes.�

Jack stopped momentarily and looked at Gibbs. �What�s
the funny look for?� Gibbs shook his head and mumbled that it was nothing and
to keep going. Raising an eyebrow, Jack turned forward again. �We basically
grew up together. We was inseparable, an� we always did ev�eyfthing together.
We played and went tah school and,� Jack chuckled warmly at the memory,
�completely whooped all the other kiddies in the schoolhouse at football.�
<A/N: By the by, we�re talking English football, NOT American football.
Think of this game as something like soccer, but not quite like it, it�s the 17^th
century after all...>

�When I moved into the actual town of Sleego for my, uh,
apprenticeship, she came to visit every day and once a week she�d usually bring
me a lit�ul something to eat, like cake or biscuits. Now, being five years
older than �er, I always said I was the smart one. But,� Jack shook his head
with a wry smile, �she was def�nly smarter �an me. She�d help me around the
shop when I�d forgotten to do somefthing so�s the head tailor wouldn�t be apt
to wallop me with the fire irons.� With every second Jack�s smile grew.

�It seemed like we became closer than ever each
time we met up. She was me best friend in the whole world. Well, eventually,
when she and I got older, I...� The delighted smile on Jack�s face was replaced
by one of slight embarrassment. �Well, I started to feel for �er, as, more than
a friend...�

He looked up to see how Gibbs was taking this.
And Jack�s forehead furrowed and he asked irritably, �WHAT are you looking at me
like that for?� Gibbs began to mumble again and Jack stopped him. �Look, I know
some o�these thin�s may hard to believe, but you�re the one who wanted
me to tell.�

When receiving no comment from his first mate,
Jack looked down and sighed. �I know, I know. Jack Sparrow, fallin� in love with
�is best friend. Never thought you�d hear that, did ya Gibbs?� Silence. Jack
shook his head and his eyes looked out into blank space.

�On Lela�s fourteenth birfthday, I gave her a
necklace. Gorgeous thing, a right costly lit�ul treasure. I spent weeks tryin�
to figure out how to get it.� At and inquisitive look from Gibbs, Jack
explained a little more clearly. �I had seen it in an exhibit that had come
from some of the new colonies south of the Caribbean, and was travelin� to the Spain next. I
had to get it, so I formulated a plan so as to, commandeer it from its owner.�

The expressionless mask that had enclosed
Jack�s face was fleetingly lifted and a small grin of pride broke through.

�I stowed away on that toffee-nosed nob�s ship
the night before its departure and waited for an hour till he was asleep so I
could get the necklace from its case in �is desk.�

Jack�s tan hands turned the wheel to the left a
little.

�Unfortunately that�s as far as me luck held.�

And then to the right.

�I bumped into the table, the blighter woke up,
his dogs chased me, the crew fired their bloody pistols at me.�

The wheel was centred.

�And fortunately I was able to get away
with me life. I jumped off the deck and into the water, and climbed up one of the
wooden columns that held up the dock. After that I ran like the devil was after
me, and ran to a field a few miles out from town. That�s where Lela �un me
always met when we had time. She was, of course, very impatient, and by the
time I got there she was about ready to run my head into the ground. We both
knew it was all in good fun that we threatened to kill each other, naturally.
But once she saw that necklace... I could�ve lived off that look forevah...�
Jack began to slip back into the memory of that night eleven years ago.

�She loved black pearls...� he murmured.
�That�s why I wanted that necklace so badly. It was a perfect string of �em,
with two teardrop shaped ones on either side of the charm in the centre. It
was...� Jack could see in his mind the amulet in Lela�s hand. �T�was a black
diamond, cut expertly into the shape of a hunting panther, adorned with two
brilliant green emeralds for its eyes.� And Jack could just picture her fingers
tenderly skimming the surface, as though afraid it was going to vanish. He
smirked and shrugged casually, answering an unspoken question that probably
would�ve been asked by most of the captain�s crew.

�Sure, it was tempting to just keep the pretty
trinket for meself. But I soon began to forget about wanting that shiny buncha
jewels, and started wanting the treasure what was in front of me.� Jack
internally regretted his choice of the words he used in front of Gibbs, but
went on. �I kept dazin� off lookin� at �er, and eventually she caught me. Well,
of course I didn�t want her to catch on to the things that kept running about
in my head, so I tugged on her hair to distract her. And it sort of worked; s�just
that she pushed me onto the ground.�

Jack looked over to Gibbs to see what his
reaction was. Gibbs looked like he was a little boy thoroughly engrossed in a
wonderful adventure story told by a wise old sage, and, seeing that Jack had
stopped, he prodded, �Well? What happened? C�mon, Jack, don�t let�s leave me
�angin� in suspense!� Jack�s eyes widened a little, but he was smiling. Well,
at least he isn�t making fun, thought Jack, as he cleared his throat to
continue.

�We wrestled around for a bit, each tryin� to
beat the other up. We got tired eventually and lay down on the grass. It almost
seemed like she was going to fall asleep, and like an idiot I just lay there
admiring her.�

Jack scowled inwardly at himself, but his lips
were still fixed into a straight line.

�I brushed grass out of her hair, and she woke
up a little. Before I even knew what she was doing, she smiled and crawled over
into my arms.�

A sudden breeze blew back Jack�s dreadlocks and
the red scarf underneath his tri-cornered hat.

�We were all alone that night, and I wanted
more than anything to kiss her.� When he received a doubtful look from his
first mate, Jack stuttered a few half-worded protests before he threw his right
hand up in admission. �All right, all right, I wanted a little bit more than just to kiss her, but still...
I kept thinking about it, getting more and more anxious and nervous and
whatnot, thinking that I should maybe just go on and do it. But at the same
time, I didn�t want to know her reaction.� One of the metal trinkets tied into
Jack�s hair made a small cling, and Jack smiled, revealing two gold
teeth.

�And that�s when I decided to become a pirate.�

Gibbs, however amazed and absorbed in Jack�s
story he may have been, became confused. Jack had been in love with some young
lass, apparently, and they had been alone together and he wanted to jump her
(no matter how innocent Jack tried to make his younger self seem, Gibbs knew
better), he had puzzled over whether or not he should and... And then Jack
decided to become a pirate... Gibbs still stared blankly at his captain. Had he
missed something? The two events seemed totally unconnected. �Ye lost me, Jack,
somewhere along the way,� Gibbs said rather abashedly. Jack turned around,
keeping his backside on the wheel to keep it straight, crossed his right boot over
his left, and looked down at one hand with a contemplative look. As he began to
straighten the two silver skull rings on his right hand, he also began to
explain his revelation of a life of piracy.

�I s�pose I didn�t really, actually decide
it right then. I just said to the girl that we were going to become pirates.�

Jack ignored Gibbs� muttered comment that it
was bad luck to bring a woman on board a ship.

�It was all part of my plan to, uh,
inadvertently discern what she felt for me.�

Jack raised his right hand and twisted the
gunmetal silver ring so that the jade stone faced him, his face (A/N: his BEAUTIFUL
face!! Sorry, couldn�t help it...) reflecting on its surface.

�It didn�t exactly work like I planned,� he
continued sulkily. �She said that she was to be captain, and I the first
mate. I just retorted that she meant Captain Jack Sparrow--,�

�Well at least I know now why you�re always
goin� on about bein� called Captain,� Gibbs said quietly and smiled.

�--and that she could just be the servin�
wench,� Jack finished. Gibbs eyes grew large and his small grin turned to a
frown of worry.

�Servin� wench?� The old man chuckled and shook
his head. �Oh-ho, Jack, I hate tuh think what she did to ya after that.�

Jack smiled, slightly chagrined. �Well, when I walked
down to the beach, she did push me into the water.� After letting Gibbs
snicker softly, and giving him a rather stern look, Jack came to the near-end
of his story. �After that I was aggravated beyond comprehension, and I was
sayin� to meself, �Bloody hell! I�m damned fed up!� I walked right up to �er
(she was laughing, the lit�ul vixen!)
and asked her if we�d evuh be more�n mates. She wouldn�t...or couldn�t, I don�t
know which...give me a complete answer, and so,� Jack murmured softly and
distantly, and nonchalantly shrugged as he stated, �I kissed �er.�

Shaking himself out of his fantasy, he looked
up to see Gibbs staring at him with disbelief and bewilderment in his eyes. �I
know,� Jack said turning back to the wheel, �I know. Bloody Jack, bloody
nance, bloody hell! It dunn�n make sense, it dunn�n sound b�lievable,
but s�true, mate...�

�Jack,� Gibbs interrupted, �now, it sounds tuh
me that you pretty well loved this lass o�yours, and don�t get me wrong, s�not
like I know anything about that, but,� Gibbs faltered for a
moment. �But, why are ye here on the Black Pearl, and not back in Ireland with
the garl? Er, why isn�t she here on the Black Pearl with ya?� Jack
turned his head back to Gibbs and raised an eyebrow.

�I thought it�was bad luck to �ave a woman
aboard, Mr. Gibbs, or have you perhaps now suddenly changed your opinion on the
matter?� he said and asked as light-heartedly as he could manage after bloody
well spilling his �weasly black guts� out to the man.

Gibbs shook his head. �Don�t change the
subject, boy.� Even though Jack disliked being called �boy,� he began to answer
Gibbs� question, so he could finally end this conversation.

�We courted for about a year,� he said, picking
up the pace of his words, �and all the while we kept talking about becoming
pirates more and more seriously. We never did agree on who was supposed to
captain, but we kept on planning strategies and all sorts of mad ideas for
things that would make us the most notorious pirates evah. Finally, when I got
the Pearl...�
Jack hung his head. �I was so excited to tell Lela. I finally had the ship we�d
always wanted, and I ran all round town lookin� for �er. I searched until dark
and then...� Jack�s kohl-lined eyes narrowed. �I found �er.� Gibbs glanced
worriedly over his shoulder to see if any of the crew was listening, and then
turned back to the captain. �Well, I wasn�t the one who actually found her. Me unofficial
first mate�o�sorts--a�fore you, Gibbs--came to me in my cabin and nervously
told me that he had seen Lela.�

Gibbs frowned slightly as Jack�s hands gripped
the ship�s wheel harder making his sooty tanned knuckles white. �I followed him
to a rather, shady part of town, and into an alley. And there...there...�

Gibbs could hear only the quiet creaking of the
ship for a moment, and then there was Jack�s low, threatening, and uneven
erratic statement.

�Lela was...walkin� around to a few men...that
were there...� Jack let out a shivering angry sigh. �For...for a while, I just stood
there. I couldn�t believe that it was true, but I knew it was, however much
I hated it. I had turned to my side and leaned my head against the wall. I
couldn�t see what was happenin� but I could hear it. I heard hoarse drunken
laughs, empty seductive words, the groaning wooden fence, the...the clink
of money on the ground, every few minutes...�

Gibbs� eyes filled with comprehension and his
features softened. When he was about to reassure Jack that it might not have
been what it looked like, Jack whispered in a hurt, death-threat tone, just two
words.

�Bloody harlot...�

Taken aback by the anger and near-hatred in
Jack�s voice, Gibbs backed away two steps. �Cap�n,� he said cautiously, �is
that why ye left Ireland?�

�Aye,� Jack answered simply.

�Beggin� yer pardon, Cap�n, but it might
not-tuh been what it looked like.� Jack raised his eyes, and, even though his
first mate couldn�t see them, they were livid with anger and pain. But Gibbs
continued. �Also ye must remember Jack, I�m a more trustworthy man�n--�

�WHAT WOULD YOU BLOODY KNOW ABOUT IT?!�
screamed Jack, completely letting go of the wheel and whirling around to Gibbs
and putting his hand on the handle of his sword.

Gibbs began to back away, fearing Jack more
than his blade.

�I left for a damned good reason, and
there isn�t any point on dwelling over somefthing that happened so long ago! Ye
said yerself, you don�t know about love, so don�t go givin� me advice
that won�t do me any FUCKING good!!!�

As if reacting to Jack�s echoing words, the sky�s
darkening became more apparent and black clouds started to roll in. The gulls
squawked noisily, as the dangerously low sound of thunder filled the heavens.

Jack as about to shout out again, but the man
in the crow�s nest atop the mast of the Black Pearl called out before Jack
could get out one word.

�Tortuga, ho!�

And those words began to echo all around Jack,
making him turn back to the wheel.

Gibbs went off with the rest of the men to move
the sails and secure the riggings, remembering his oath to Jack that he would
keep silent as the grave.

�Tortuga,�
Jack muttered under his breath, �that means one good thing at least.� A cruel
smile played on his lips as he steered the ship towards the Tortuga
docks. �Lots and lots of rum.�

TBC!!!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A/N: BLOODY HELL, that was a
looong chapter! Almost 4,000 words! I s�pose it might as well be, I took so
god-damned long to post the flippin� thing. Sorry about that again... Ok, so
now we know that Jack was dreaming about his old chicky-babe way-back-when.
And, aw!, he misses her! Sort of... But of course being the stubborn thickey he
is, he says that he left for a good reason and there was no point in dwelling
on it. <whispering> Stupid, stupid, stupid... next time we�ll see
what happens at the tavern with Scarlet. What will happen?!?! ............... I
dunno. You�ll just have to find out next time!! Well... actually, I do
know, I just don�t wanna tell ya. ^_^
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Siren Song of Pirate Fire