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

A/N: Yaaaaay! We--I�ve updated!
Chapter 9 is here and we hope all of you are ready! A review of last time: We
FINALLY got out of Jack�s FLASHBACK of when the Black Pearl docked in Tortuga. He feels he needs to go someplace where he won�t
remember �her...� So he decides to go to Port Royale to visit the
newlyweds, Will and Elizabeth! But at the end, <gasp!>, what�s this?
Someone standing at the top of a ship with the wind blowing in their
hair...much like when Jack first came in at the beginning of PotC...how�d that happen...what was I
thinking...why are you asking so many dumb questions??? Oh well! Onto the
story, for we must hurry and finish Chapter 10! Our friend Brittany says she
won�t review until I get to Chapter 10. <teary glare> Damn you,
Salazar...DAMN YOU, SALAZAAAAAR!! Wait...somehow those
just aren�t the right words... Again, can you tell how tired I am? <sweatdrop> I need a vacation from this vacation.

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Silhouetted against the rising sun, a figure
stood atop the mast, gazing out at the sea with a lovely arrogant smirk, hair
flying back against the wind. Chiffon scarves tied around the person�s hat
whipped around their face, and grazed the slender fingers that stroked a black
diamond charm hanging upon a black pearl chain...

Back on the Pearl...

Opening the doors out onto the deck (well,
opening them after running into them a few times...) Jack walked out, shielding
his eyes against the early morning sun. He looked over onto the streets of Tortuga and saw that his crew was walking back after a
long night of spending their money on wine, women, and amateur dramatics.
Sighing, Jack leaned down, folded his arms, and rested his chin on the side of
the ship. I should find Gibbs soon, Jack thought wearily. Ask �im if he �eard anythin� about ships passin�
through nearby...

�Jack?� A hand lightly clapping him on the
shoulder accompanied the voice. Jack turned rather suddenly, almost falling
over, but he grappled the wooden side and held his upper body to it.

�Mornin� Gibbs,� Jack
said, straining to push himself upright.

�Morning, Jack,� replied the first mate,
looking quizzically at Jack�s futile attempts to regain balance. �How ye feelin�?� Jack shrugged, which further impeded his efforts
to stand up.

�Oh, just--woah,�
Jack finally stood up, and he grabbed his aching head, �just fine.� Gibbs,
although he saw that Jack was not fine, began to walk away to start
counting heads to make sure all the crew was there (even if they weren�t, he�d
still leave without them, but that�s beside the point...) �Gibbs!� The first
mate rapidly turned around in the direction of Jack�s distraught voice.

�What?! What is it cap�n??�

Jack just looked a moment at him with a look of
embarrassment, almost disgust. �For gods sakes, man! Quit dancin�
about the deck like some blasted sugar plum fairy!� Gibbs turned his head
slightly to the side, leaning forward, and shaking his head as though he didn�t
hear Jack correctly. �I mean,� Jack continued as he shakily walked past him to
the wheel of the ship, �have ye no dignity? Dear lord, the people
I associate wiv...ow!
What?� Gibbs had grabbed Jack by the back of neck and steered him towards the
captain�s cabin.

�I don�t think so, lad,� Gibbs said in a very
parental manner. �Ye�ve been drinkin�
loike a fish and yer not gonna be steering the ship when yer
loike that!� Jack looked at him like a teenage boy
would look at his father when the father was saying the boy wasn�t a man when
the boy knew damned well that he was and... Oh dear, I jest confused meself... Jack forgot his protest and walked back
through the cabin�s doors (again, after running into them a few times...)

As soon as the doors shut, Gibbs sighed and
turned back around to walk to gangplank. Most of the crew was back by now and
he went a few yards in front of the ship and yelled, �Come along now, ye scurvy
bilge rats!!� And every man in Jack�s crew knew that it was Gibbs calling out
and that they better hurry their arses up!

As soon as all of the men were on board (the
last just made it by jumping off the dock onto the deck because the gangplank
had already been pulled in) Gibbs called out directions so that they could set
sail and the respective members of the crew echoed them. �Raise anchor! Hoist
the mainsail! Let�s look alive out here, men!�

While the rest of the crew began to prepare the
ship for departure, Gibbs realised that Jack hadn�t even said where they were
going next. He slapped his head and heard something rustle under his hat.
Taking it off, Gibbs found a ragged, folded piece of paper. He opened it up and
found that it was a trade route map of a Spanish merchant ship. �Aye, that�s
right,� he said to himself. �Picked that up last night from Jimm.�
Calling out a few more orders, Gibbs walked into Jack�s cabin. The poor drunken
pirate was face down on his bed, mumbling something about �bloody rum.�

�Cap�n.� No answer. �Cap�n?� A few waves of the hand that were meant to repel
him. �Cap�n!�

�Aaghhowinthe...!!
The what now??� Gibbs shook his head and groaned.

�Jack, Oi�ve �ad a
thought:� the captain put on an expression of mock wonder, ��ow can we set sail and leave Tortuga
when we don�t even know where we�re going?� Jack, who wasn�t even looking at
Gibbs, sleepily growled in frustration as he tried to scratch his back and
couldn�t reach. �JACK!�

�Jaysus, Gibbs, do ye
have to yell suh damn much?!� Jack cried
gripping his head. �I told ye where we was goin�.�

�When?� Gibbs asked doubtfully.

�Yesterday.�

�No ye didn�t!�

�Oi did!�

�Where then?!�

�Port Royale!�

�Ye never said nothin�!�

�I did so, I said I needed to get a weddin� present for Will�n�Lizabefth!�

�But that was yer
dumb-arsed excuse for not talking about--!� Gibbs stopped suddenly and slightly
back away from Jack. Even with a helluva hangover,
that man could you give one dangerous stare that said �Don�t even think
it.� �Eh, anyway!� Gibbs tried to change the subject, �Where are we gonna get somethin� now?� Jack
snatched the map that was gripped in his first mate�s hand. �Oh, uh,� Gibbs
fumbled over his words, �yeah, Oi got that last night
from Jimm.� Jack stared at it in disbelief.

�Not Ole Jimmy-Jim-Jim Jimm??�

�Nah, nah, Jimmy-Jim-Jim�s been long dead! Oi got this �ere from Jimmy-Jimm-Jim-Jim
Jimm.�

Jack stood up, walked over to the table, and
flattened the yellowed piece of paper on top of the other maps. �A Spanish
merchant ship?� he asked.

�Aye,� replied Gibbs. �Called La Diabla Liza.
On its way back to Madrid
from north o�here.�

�Aaah...� Jack smiled
slightly and stroked his beard in thought, liking this idea more and more.
�Bound for Maddy, eh? Well,� Jack stood up straight
and strode towards the door with a kick in his step, �coming from the colonies
they �ave up there, that ship�s bound to �ave bundles of loot aboard it. All right then, Gibbs! Ow.� Jack knocked into the door once more, but quickly
composed himself. �We�re goin� after La Diabla
Liza!�

Besides, thought Jack as he swayed over to
the helm and Gibbs barked the new plan out to the crew, this all�ll keep me mind off of...damn it all...

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�Oo�s that then?�

�Don�know. She just
came into port a bit ago.�

�Run into Sparrow at all, did she? Ee just left, I fthink, right
before she got �ere.�

�Nah, we woulda �eard �im screamin�
and yellin� something terrible, ah ha ha!�

�Whot? Ye think she�s
annovvah wench wha� �ee di--?�

The man who had been speaking never finished
his sentence...for a silver gilded dagger, studded with emeralds, had been
shoved through his back, all the way through to the other side, jutting out of
his stomach. As quickly as it had gouged through the man�s flesh, it was drawn
back out and the attacker just kept walking down the street, their weathered
coat whirling behind them, their long dark hair waving about their face. Their
features were fixed with long-simmering anger, sly suspicion, and just an
overtone of proud, arrogant power.

The other two men that had been left standing
gaped as their friend�s body crumpled to the ground.

�Mary, mudder o�
god...�

�Oo was she?!�

�Didn�t ye see that jewelled silver dagger of �er�s, man?�

�Aye, what of it?�

�Oo is one of the
last pirates thas�a�woman left, then? Oo captains two of the most feared pirate ships in the Caribbean, possibly the world?�

�Dunno. Oo?�

�Gods, man, don�you
listen to anyfthing you �ear in da
taverns?! She�s supposed to be the wildest fthing evuh, on the seas, an� in bed,� he added with a slight
chuckle. �Oi�ve �eard
people call �er Feral Ella, she�s so fierce�n�rufthless. They sai that
on one of �er ships she even keeps a menagerie of
sorts, wiv wildcats that she�s trained to be like an
army of killing beasts whenever she takes a town or a ship! Teh...
As if she needed �em. She�s killed hundreds of
men in battles by herself with just that cutlass she �ad. S�true!�

�Cor! I wouldn�t wanna get in �er way!�

The mystifying, enigmatic female pirate captain
walked through the lightening streets of Tortuga
and even though no one recognised her at first, everyone seemed to realise that
she was dangerous. The femme brigand walked into the Serum Pub, looking around
at the people still there in the early morning hours. Choosing a table in the
back of the tavern, she sat down, crossing her feet up on the table. As she
silently wiped her precious blade of the fresh blood on a pitch-black cloth, a
young woman wearing an ashy-blue dress, tied up on the sides with frayed black
ribbons, walked over and stood at the side of the table. �What�s yer pleasure then, dear?�

The dark-haired woman looked up slightly from
under her hat. �You do know that I�m a woman, luv?�

The blonde laughed with genuine amusement and
put a hand on the table. �Oh, course I do! No man on Tortuga
can walk in as straight as you did jest now wivvout fallin� ovah. I was askin� whot ye wanted to eat or
drink.� The sitting woman raised her hat a little and looked the blonde up and
down.

�You�re a waitress then?� she said, doubt and
sarcasm filling her voice. Then regretting her comment somewhat, added, �Meant nofthing of offense, luv, nofthing of offense.�

With a good-natured chuckle, the blonde
replied, �S�all right. None taken. I know I don�ezactly look the part of �waitress�,� she said looking
down at her clothing, �but is�a dai
job, innit? So will ya be
wanting anyfthing?�

The seated woman shook her head. �No. Thank
you. But there is somefthing you could tell me.� The
blonde leaned closer. �Are there any women here who are...tough, I s�pose ye�d say. Not afraid of a lit�ul work, can taike an order,
maybe brandish a sword?� The blonde lady peered into the deep sapphire, flecked
with cyan. They held complete seriousness, she hadn�t been joking. There was
also...anger, maybe even...pain? Shaking her head a little, she answered the
question.

�Um, I guess�so,
but...why?� The marauder brushed aside a shiny bunch of onyx strands from her
face, revealing a small wry smile.

�Let�s just say I�m in need of a few good
women,� she smoothly drawled. �I�m rather weary of the incompetence of the men
in my crew.�

�Ah,� the blonde nodded emphatically with
understanding, and placed a sympathetic hand on the other woman�s shoulder. �Ain�t it the trufth...yeah, I
know a few women oo�d be perfect.� With a smile, she
offered a hand in introduction. �Oi�m Giselle, by the
way.�

The dark-haired woman accepted the handshake.
�Wonderful tuh meet ya,
Giselle. I�m...�

�Yeah, ole Jack was in �ere last noight!�

�Ye jokin� roight?!�

�No, no ee was, Oi swear it!�

�Cap�n Jack Sparrow,
eh?�

�Aye, the very same. �Ad one �elluva time wiv all that rum ee did and--achk! Oy! Whas�all this then?! Ehr�ye mad, woman?!?!�

The pirate captain had jumped up from the table
and grabbed the man by the collar before he could finish what he was saying.
Staring menacingly into his eyes, she shouted, �Where is he?! WHERE
is Jack Sparrow?!?!� The frightened man couldn�t say a word as the
terrifying woman dangled him in the air by his shirtfront. Shaking him
fiercely, she screamed again, �WHERE IS HE, DAMN YOU?!�

His forehead dripping with cold sweat, he finally
shakily replied, �J-jack left a hour ago, b-but Oi
d-d-d-don�t know where to.�

With an enraged, growling snarl that echoed
through the building, the streets, the whole tiny island it seemed, the lady
pirate dropped the quivering man to the ground. She stormed out of the pub and
sprinted to the docks like she was racing death. Not even bothering to get a
plank of wood to cross over onto her ship, she leapt over the side and kept
running to the crew�s quarters below deck, without ever breaking her pace.
Kicking open the door when she found it locked, the captain burst inside,
startling her first mate and his female �acquaintance�. Despite his confused
protests and the woman�s shrill shrieks, the captain dragged her first mate out
on deck. Disappointed at losing his company (the poor woman had run off the
ship as soon as he and the captain were out on deck), he spitefully shouted,
�What in blazes is wrong with ye, ye daft woman?!�

His captain raised her head and said quietly,
dangerously, ominously, �Jack Sparrow just came through here with the Black Pearl...�

The first mate�s eyes looked as though they
were going to bulge out of his head. Gulping for breath, he asked, �You...you
don�t mean?�

Taking off her hat, the woman�s face was
revealed to the light after what seemed forever. She spoke with deadly severity
in her voice as she stated, �Yes. I do.� She looked out at the water,
visualising the Black Pearl in the distance, �We�re going after it.�

�B-b-but, Captain, we can�go
after the Pearl!�
the first mate objected, the Scottish burr of his voice emphasising the name of
the ship. �We�d never be able to reach it, it�s too damned fast!! And even if
we did, it�s captained�n�crewed by som-o-the most fearsome pirates e�er
heard of in the Caribbean! And--!�

Click.

As was her custom, apparently, the lady captain
had silenced another man before he could finish speaking. This woman with
salient black hair and striking blue eyes looked like a demon at that
moment...and those eyes...those eyes that told the story of someone who had
been battered and beaten like the ocean waves breaking upon the hull of a
mighty ship...held the tiniest traces of tears, barely visible to divine
eternal power, and completely unseen to mortal eyes. She had cocked her pistol
and was pointing it at her first mate�s throat, as her cerulean eyes, regaining
their steady, proud, condescending gaze, still looked out at the water.

Smiling almost wickedly, she murmured, �I�m
going to pay Jack Sparrow a little visit,�

BANG!

�Savvy?�

The first mate opened his eyes and fearfully
stared at the pistol that had swiftly moved to the side of his face.

�Now...gather the rest of the crew.� The woman
put back on her hat and pushed the first mate down to the ground. �And go into
the Serum Pub. There�s a girl in there, blonde hair, blue dress, name�s
Giselle. Fetch her nicely,� she glared at him for a moment, a warning.
�Tell her I should like her help in a few matters and that I�ve got a
proposition for her.�

The first mate, annoyed but curious, asked
�What are ye plannin� then, Captain?� The woman
brushed aside a few strands of hair and leaned over the side of the ship�s
railing, as her fingers lightly drifted over the necklace hanging about her
throat. The slightly calloused fingertips smoothed over the intricately cut
black stone, and feathered over the slick, silky, shadowy pearls.

�We�re catching up,� was her dreamy, impious
reply. It was a threat, a vow, a promise...a plea...

And even though he was out of sight, far out on
open ocean waters, as the world was pulled into daylight, Jack felt the back of
his neck prickle, and his ears burned, as though someone was talking about him,
and summoning him in their thoughts.

Somehow, Jack feared that even though that day
that he hated, loved, despised, adored...feared...wanted...had
passed, that that glorious dream and abhorrent nightmare was far from over. In
fact, it was only just beginning.

And Jack�s fate was tangled and intertwined
with the object his affections and hatred, more than he ever would have cared
to realise.

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A/N: Aaaaaaaaaall righty
then! This one�s done, we must go finish Chapter 10! Aren�t you excited?! You
should be!!! We like this chapter very much, we does. Yesh,
yeeeesh...

ERIC: How come I�m not in it??

KITTY: Eric?? How�d you get here??!!

ERIC: Well, see Mr. And Mrs. Fridel had just
been married and--

KITTY: No, no, no, no <whispers> dear GOD no!! I meant in my A/N.

ERIC: Uuuum...you put me here??

KITTY: I did?

ERIC: Yup!!

KITTY: But I don�t remember doing that!! <confused, frantic sobs>
Damn you A.D.D.... DAMN YOU A.D.Deeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!

ERIC: Ya know, somehow those just aren�t
the right words, babe.

KITTY: Hey that�s my line!! <groan> Never mind, forget it. All of you
<points at you through the computer screen> Please review.
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, no, no, JACK
(possibly even Kitty if you love us that much...), REVIEW.
<big stone head from �Labyrinth�> Thank you very much...

Until next time, darlings...

Much love,

~*Kitty*~
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