Pirates Of The Caribbean Fan Fiction ❯ Lost in Translation (Pirates of the Caribbean) ❯ If it looks like a Pirate... ( Chapter 5 )

Chapter Five:
If it looks like a Pirate...

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Jack offered Kaitlyn his hand and helped her climb back aboard the Pearl. He was about to ask her about the book she had brought with her when Gibbs' voice interrupted any possible coherent thoughts he might have.

“Blast ya, ya bloody monkey! Be havin' ya fer dinner if ya keep that up!”

Jack grinned impishly at Kaitlyn then both quickly headed over to find Gibbs looking up at the crow's nest with nearly half a dozen lychee nuts lying around his feet.

“I think your monkey may be in a spot of trouble, love,” Jack said as it looked over the side and chucked another piece of fruit at Gibbs, which of course set him into a new string of threats. Kaitlyn was doing her best just to keep from laughing because, unlike her pet; she couldn't get up into the crow's nest and had done her fair share of annoying Gibbs herself. She was almost certain that he just might settle for killing her in Pepe's stead.

 

Jack smirked and walked over and looked up at the crow's nest himself. “The monkey must like you, mate,” he said when Pepe looked over the side and began screeching down at them.

“He'll be likin' me a lot less when I put him in a stew,” Gibbs muttered and then looked over at him, “we ready to set sail, Cap'n?”

“Aye, we got what we came for,” he said. He had decided to keep quiet about the navy mean It wasn't that he couldn't have handled the situation, of course; just that the lass had beat him to it. Besides, Kaitlyn needed the practice fare more than he did. Gibbs gave one last look up at the monkey then walked off muttering to himself.

“Pepe, you can come down now,” Kaitlyn called as she stepped up beside Jack. The monkey peered down over the side before hurrying down to her.

“I should probably take him in the cabin before he causes anymore problems,” she said; before Jack could reply she headed off with the book and her pet.

 

Moments later she heard a knock at the cabin door and found Ana Maria standing there with an arm full of clothes. “The captain said you would be needing these,” she said simply and handed them over. Kaitlyn looked down at them for a moment, not even sure where to begin with such garments then looked back up.

“Ana Maria, isn't it?”

Ana nodded a bit, “Aye,” she said, her voice bordering on suspicious. She wasn't entirely sure why this rich girl was aboard the ship willingly and she couldn't help but think it would lead to trouble eventually.

Kaitlyn smiled at her then looked down at the clothes again, “Well, thank you for the—clothes. My name is Kaitlyn, by the way.”

Again Ana Maria nodded still wary about the girl's presence on a pirate ship then she turned to go back to her duties. The sun would be setting soon and at least half the crew would be bedding down for the night. If they didn't want the captain waking them, they needed to see that all the chores were finished.

Kaitlyn went back into cabin; looking over the clothing she'd been given. She wasn't even entirely sure she could convince herself to leave the cabin in such attire but had a feeling refusing to put them on would be much worse in the long run, at least for her pride.

It took her nearly half an hour to get out of her clothes and into the ones that she'd been given, mostly from the time it took to coerce her self to put them on. She did have to admit they felt more comfortable, yet she rarely went anywhere without a corset on, and she had certainly never wore anything but a dress. It would definitely take her some time to adjust.

A sudden knock startled her back out of her thoughts. She walked over and slowly opened the door, it wasn't often people came to see her, so she had no idea who would it would be. Again Ana Maria was standing there looking rather bored.

“Yes?” Kaitlyn asked, unsure as to why she would have come back.

“The Captain asked me to check on you,” she informed and rolled her eyes a bit. “You won't be passing as a pirate looking like that.” Kaitlyn just looked down at the clothes she was wearing, not exactly sure how to possibly look less lady-like.

Ana Maria gave a frustrated sigh, and gestured to her hair which was still pulled up and her shirt which she had buttoned up as far as it could go. Kaitlyn glanced down at the shirt again then at Ana Maria, who had several buttons undone and her hair down with a bandana to keep it out of her face while she was on deck.

“Oh...” Kaitlyn said. Ana Maria shook her head a little then smirked.

“Heard you and the monkey been giving Gibbs trouble, serves him right,” she said glancing around the cabin a bit. She hadn't seen any part of the ship look this clean before and was a bit surprised such a rich girl would sully her hands to begin with. Kaitlyn grinned a little while trying to pull the pins from her hair.

“I grow bored quite easily. Besides, we can't have him expecting bad luck and not receiving it, now can we?” Ana Maria smirked a little. Rich lass or not, she couldn't be all bad if she was willing to give ol' Joshamee hell.

“Aye, can't have that,” Ana agreed. With that said she nodded and closed the door. Kaitlyn sighed and finally got her hair loose, she wasn't accustomed to having it down and couldn't wait until she would be able to brush it properly. But for now it would have to do, not that she was really in a place where people were overly concerned with looks or hygiene. She then unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt, refusing to degrade herself further, and then went back to looking through the book.

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After skimming over what she needed, she took the book and went out to the helm to tell the captain where they were going. Thankfully, the sun had set and some of the crew had gone below deck.

“Do you ever sleep, Mr. Sparrow?” She asked as she approached the helm. Jack couldn't help but grin at her. He wasn't entirely sure she would actually put on the clothes that were taken to her and was a bit surprised she came out of the cabin on her own accord.

“Now and then, love,” he said looking her over, “might just pass as a member of me crew now.” Oddly, he found himself less intimidated by her now. Then he found it even odder that he found her intimidating to begin with.

“Yes, well, I found what you wanted to know. The place we're going is often referred to as the Isla de las almas perdidas, or the Island of Lost Souls. Its technical name is Arigate Island. It is very small and has no real population,” she said and showed him a page in the book that had a small illustration, “not that an island with that kind of reputation would be expected to have many occupants.”

“It should be easy enough to find,” he mused then handed her the book before looking at her again, “you always act so proper, darling?”

She stammered a bit, and then shook her head. “No—well yes—sometimes...when I need to,” she replied realizing she wasn't even making sense to herself. Jack smirked then pointed at her with his free hand.

“Ah...so you're confused about who you are, aye? That's a good thing, really. Most fancy, well to do people don't even think twice about it. Just go about their humdrum lives never knowing what it's like to have a bit of fun.”

 

Kaitlyn smiled a little at his logic. “I suppose you know all about having fun, Mr. Sparrow.”

 

Jack gave her a slightly lecherous grin. “Aye, had me share of fun, love,” he replied. She blushed slightly at his insinuation then turned her attention to the horizon.

“Fun always seemed to lead me to trouble,” she said dryly.

“Ah, fun might lead to trouble, lass, but who's to say that trouble isn't fun, aye?” He said waving his hand a bit to make his point. Kaitlyn just looked at him for a moment then laughed a little.

“You're quite the philosopher, Mr. Sparrow; I should introduce you to my father.”

“I think your father might disagree with some of me philosophies, love,” he said then looked at her, “do you plan on telling me why you're running away?”

 

She averted her eyes from his for a moment then nodded offhandedly. “I'm to be married next month to a man I've never met. His father is an old friend of my father's. He lives in England but is coming to the Caribbean with his family soon. After the wedding we would be going back to England to live,” she said then looked at Jack, “honestly, my father has been quite patient with me, I imagine that his patience was just beginning to wear thin.”

Jack nodded. “I expected as much. Lasses, such as yourself, don't just fraternize with pirates for no good reason.”

“And I suppose pirates like you often spend your time in the company of ladies rather than whores,” she replied sharply, “you know nothing about me, Mr. Sparrow; I would think you of all people would avoid judging others by what they wear and how they speak.”

Jack's eyes widened a bit then he looked over her new clothes again before grinning, “Touché.”

 

She did her best to keep her annoyed look but felt a smile begin to overtake her. “You are infuriating sometimes, Mr. Sparrow,” she said now unable to keep from smiling at him.

 

Jack smirked at her then put one of his hands up. “Just call me Jack, love; Mr. Sparrow sounds a bit too respectable.” She nodded a little then looked around at the calm night sky.

“I do enjoy being on your ship...Jack,” she said, “it's so peaceful here. It's like you're alone, free from all obligations and trouble.”

Jack glanced at her and nodded, “Aye, love, a ship is freedom.” The two stood there in silence for a moment then she smiled.

“I should get some sleep, good night Mister Sparrow,” she said with a playful grin. Jack smirked and waved his hand slightly. He was beginning to understand how she got to Gibbs so much, but she had another thing coming if she thought she could out wit, Captain Jack Sparrow.