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

A/N: Allo allo ev�eyone! Another
chapter, huzzah. Now the Black Pearl docks at Tortuga.
Just a note, we�re still in Jack�s FLASHBACK. We shall continue to present time
in the story in Chapter 8. Maybe. I think. I�m not
sure. I�ve had to go into crazy editor mode and fix a bunch of things. Enjoy,
and please review! ^_^

Disclaimer: <pokes Disney> Give me
PIRATES!!.��.��.�.no?? <sigh>
Nope, still don�t own it. <sob> Why
don�t I own it?!?!

A/N2: I�m considering having my friend Gloria be my
muse, since we adore PotC so much. What do ye think G-Lo? ^_^
Oh wait. She doesn�t know that I�m a naughty girl who likes to visit
AFF... Ah well.� :P

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          �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.�

          Shouting out
orders to his crew to tie up the ship, Jack listlessly walked down the
gangplank and began to walk the dimming streets of Tortuga.
Gibbs, tying the ropes of the main sail down, watched Jack walk
away in his typical swaying way. He shook his head. �After all that
rantin�n�ravin�,� the first mate muttered under his breath, �he�s gonna head
straight for the taverns, drink all night, and won�t be back till early
mornin�.� Gibbs shook his head again, but went on with the work of docking the
Black Pearl.

          Inland on one of
the most drunken seediest islands in the world, Jack strolled idly along the
dark roads, and breathed in the thick scent of alcohol, smoky food, and women�s
heavy perfume. Everywhere he looked, Jack saw men sitting on barrels, or
sprawled out on balconies. All of them had at least one woman on their arm, and
friends and enemies alike around them, all amongst the rabble drinking merrily.

�Truly,� Jack thought as he half-sighed,
stepping over an unconscious man lying in the middle of the road, �if every
town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted.� Still
looking at the ground, Jack never even saw who was coming his way. �Oof!� Jack
fell back and flailed his arms about as his black-lined eyes stretched as his
gaze travelled up pale skinny legs, a dirty light blue skirt, a pair of breasts
pushed up by a striped indigo cincher, and stopped at a pair of cloudy dark
blue eyes that began to blaze in resentment. �Giselle!�
Jack shouted in a loud voice that did little to hide his apprehension. Blonde
curls fell from the woman�s twisted bun and she lunged forward and knocked the
pirate to the ground.

          �So, Jack,
where�s that red-skir-ded whore now?!� she screeched, slapping his cheek.
Jack�s head whipped back as Giselle jumped to her feet suddenly.

�I don�t think I deserved that,� he said
rubbing his sore cheek. Standing up, Jack curiously felt someone breathing at the
back of his neck. He could smell beer and rum and other disgusting odours in
the wafts of air that kept hitting him. Slowly, he turned around to see the
source. He rather regretted it then.

�This pirate scum givin� ye trouble,
Giselle?� A very
tall, smelly, hairy man whose girth was almost too enormous to describe, was
cracking his knuckles right in front of poor Jack�s face. Giselle whipped out
her tiny fan and rapidly began to try and blow away the smell that emanated
from the portly man who looked like he was getting ready to pound Jack into the
ground.

�N-n-not really, Starky,� she shakily said,
sidestepping her way behind Jack. The behemoth man grunted.

�Um, yes--I mean no!! No, no, Mister... Stocky,
was it?� Jack began to slowly reach for his gun behind his back, while Giselle
clung to him. �I wasn�t bovthering �er, no, not a bit.� He could feel the
wooden end of his pistol. �She just, uh, leaped, onto me, a�cause i�s a
lil joke, ye might say, yeah between the two of us, and ye�know, it�s been,
uh, so very long, since we, saw each
other, last, and, and...aaand oh my god, the Navy�s
�ere!!� At the mention of the word �navy�, Starky turned around, giving Jack
the chance to smack the man on the back of the head hard with the butt
of his gun. Starky froze. And slowly turned around...

He. Was. PISSED.

�Oh dear, we are in trouble...� Jack quietly
mumbled.

�We?� Giselle said with fright apparent in her
wobbly tone. �I don� think so, Jack!� As the fair-haired whore rushed away to
the side of the street, Starky took one large step towards Jack, and picked him
up by the collar of his shirt. As Jack dangled two feet above the ground, Mr.
Starky reached up and pulled off...a toupee?

�That�s, uh, that is a lovely hairpiece
ye got there,� Jack said, hoping to distract the big oaf. Mr. Starky reached up
to his skull and tapped with his knuckles, making a clinking sound. Jack
stretched his face so his eyes could see atop his capturer�s cranium. A thick
triangular sheet of iron was plated across the man�s head. �Ah,� Jack exclaimed
flailing his arms about. �That, uh,� chuckle, �that would explain, why
you were not knocked unconscious then, wouldn�t it?� Nervous,
nervous laughter. �That�s interesting...� Starky raised his fist. �That�s
very interesting...� Jack scrunched his eyes shut and waited the blow to land.
But it never came. He slowly opened one eye and saw Starky staring wide-eyed at
him.

�Y-y-y-you-y-y-you�re-you�re Jack Sparrow!�
he finally blurted out.

He said it so loud that people all around the
street and on the roofs heard him, and all started to gaze in bewilderment,
happiness, fear, anger, etc.

Starky quickly put Jack down. �S-s-so, SO sorry mate! I didn�recognise
ya for a second. Aw, bloody �ell, I feel awful, just god-awful...� He
trailed off as he tried to sweep the dust off of Jack�s clothes and straighten
his jacket. Jack was confused for a moment...or two...but he finally composed
himself.

Clearing his throat he stated, �Uh, yes, yes!
Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please.� Jack struck a regal,
intimidating pose. �You didn�t really think ye could get away with that,
did you? WELL!� Jack spun around on his heel, as he saw Giselle walking towards
him again. She was trying to follow him. It made perfect sense in her mind.
After all, she�d walked to the other side of the street because there was going
to be a fight, but now all that was over, and Giselle needed to be with Jack.
It�s just something one would assume, right?

No. No, not really, no.

�Need somefthing, luv?� Jack asked, slightly annoyed.

�Oh, nofthing really,� Giselle replied coyly,
�just wondering if I could go with you for a bit.� And then the devious forced
smile...

�Uh, look, Elle--GISELLE,� Jack silently
cursed himself for using that name, �All I�m gonna be doin� is goin� round to
the taverns�n�stuff. I won�t be doin� anythin� too in�trest�ting...� Giselle
stuck out her lip and began to whine.

�But Jaaa-aack!! Please,� puppy-dog eyes... �Can� Oi
go wiv you? Puh-leeease??� Right then, so she could
look really, really pathetic when she wanted to...but Jack would not
give in! ...............Oh, those eeeeeyes!!!
Well--NO! Nonononono!! Sigh...

�All right...� I�m going to regret this,
Jack thought as Giselle wrapped herself around Jack�s arm, I just know
I�m going to regret this...

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ROTA: Ramblings of the Author

Right then, s�all good. No more of my babbling for a bit...
OK, a bit�s done. Whaddya think? Kinda short, but,
eh... Rather silly too, eh?� ^_^;� Somewhat
ridiculous, but we needed a spot of comedic relief, don�t ye think? Right then. Reviews people, bloody bloody reviews. I seem to
be fond of that word at the moment, do I not?

Meh. I�m still on vacation in the mountains. I like it. My writer�s
block has been pretty well lifted. I think it�s the lack of oxygen at 11,000
feet... Oh yes, one last question: how many of you think I should just nix my
commentary at the beginning and end of each chapter? I mean, I usually try and
keep it short, but does anyone find it particularly annoying? I always thought
they were rather amusing, but, to each their own... See ya soon.

Much love,

~*Kitty*~
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