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Title: Resurrectio (1/?)
By Honorat
Rating: Not over PG-13 at the moment but who knows.
Disclaimer: Aye, Disney doesn’t let us make a profit but we’re not tryin’ to make a profit, are we?

Summary: Post AWE. A pirate walks into a bar. What is this? Some kind of joke? Two old friends or maybe enemies meet again. 1500 (more or less) words inspired by the prompt “rumors of my death” at Black Pearl Sails.

Thank you so much to [livejournal.com profile] geekmama as ever and always for the beta read.

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High morning sunlight drifted through glittering dust motes, painting window-shaped stripes across the grimy floor of the tavern. The mistress of the house, having thrown open the shutters to let out the stale air, was bustling about repairing the ravages of the previous night’s carouse before the next nocturnal revels could begin.

Even at this hour the establishment was not without its patrons. One peacefully somnolent sot lay where he had fallen, his stentorian snores stirring patterns in the packed dirt. Another slept head down on his chest in a corner. Three-toed Jimmy and Olaudah were already perched at the counter engaged in their never-ending quest to drink each other under the table before noon. The persistent goat joined them, picking its dainty way among the rolling bottles and broken glass on the counter surface, nibbling occasionally at a scrap discarded by former diners.

In the gloom of the farthest back corner, untouched by any ray of light, slouched the figure of her most faithful patron. The weary woman considered him with displeasure. She really ought to have had him tossed out long ago. The steady stream of rum that had flowed his direction all night appeared to have tapered off, leaving him slumped next to his last long-nursed drink. Having spent his entire meager fortune on rum, the customer had progressed from collaring dubious friends to hailing not-quite-enemies to picking pockets with fumbling, rum-benumbed fingers in the effort to pay his tab. Since he’d only succeeded in lightening the purses of those drunker than he, his face was considerably the worse for having several unlearned lessons inscribed on it by outraged fists. The last few rounds he’d been punting on tick. She wasn’t sure why she’d relaxed her religiously held principles about handouts except that she had a certain unaccountable and unprofitable fondness for the pestilential rapscallion. And he always had been one of her better customers when his pockets weren’t completely to let.

A shadow suddenly dimmed the light in the squalid room. Mistress Ann turned to see who had entered the front door. Her first impression was “pirate captain.” The rakish, plumed hat, wide skirts of the great coat, embroidered waistcoat belted with leather and silver and silk, and the high boots might have spoken the gentleman, but the cutlass and daggers and brace of pistols forming the visible arsenal about the man suggested otherwise. Moreover, one didn’t see a person of that dusky colouring possessing either such sartorial splendour or such an air of arrogant assurance if piracy wasn’t in the mixture.

Bustling up to welcome the customer, Mistress Ann received a shock when the face and figure of her pirate proved to be that of a young mulatto woman. Nevertheless, she had not become the keeper of the most profitable tavern by the docks by asking awkward questions of her often-questionable patrons. Smoothly she inquired, “May I help you?”

The pirate woman, her eyes still adjusting to the darkness of the room, shrugged. “I’m looking for a man—or what’s left of him.”

“Aren’t we all?” Mistress Ann said wryly. “I have an assortment of partial men for you to choose from. Take your pick.” Her expansive wave encompassed the various figures occupying the tavern.

One corner of the newcomer’s mouth turned up. “But I already have a particular one in mind.” She scrutinized the motley collection of human flotsam until her gaze alighted on the man in the back corner.

There wasn’t much to see of him, folded over next to his tankard as he was, but what she saw appeared to be familiar.

“I’ll just take a look at that one, if you don’t mind.” She waved a hand on which gold glinted.

“Be my guest,” Mistress Ann said. “I don’t know if that one’ll wake up without you set off a cannon under ‘im.”

“Oh, he’ll wake soon enough.” The young woman said, danger striking sparks in her eyes like the flare of a flintlock. She strode purposefully across the room, avoiding the worst of the effluvia on the floor and the one body without seeming to glance down.

Fetching up at her destination, the pirate woman frowned for a moment at the somnolent tangle of hair and cloth and trinkets sprawled on the table. Then she deliberately picked up the half-full tankard and upended it over the unresponsive mass. The pile stirred, shook itself and grudgingly began to lift. A pair of dark, bleary eyes squinted up through the strands in injured outrage.

“Jack Sparrow.” The woman glared at her inebriated quarry. “I’d heard you’d come back from the dead, but I see reports have been greatly exaggerated.”

“Anamaria.” Jack sighed resignedly, disappearing again under his hair like a disturbed hermit crab. “I might’ve known,” he mumbled into the tabletop.

“You’ve lost the Black Pearl again, haven’t you?” Anamaria said disapprovingly to the back of his head.

The eyes reappeared, slightly brighter now. “I’ll get her back.”

At Anamaria’s deliberate and scornful perusal of his debilitation, he protested, “’S just a matter of time.”

She gave a delicate and disbelieving snort.

“I’ll have you know,” Jack Sparrow grew more animated if not more coordinated, “that I have a very good plan.” He attempted to stand, tripped over his own boots and resumed his seat with a thud.

Anamaria laughed.

Jack endeavored to look as though his return to the bench had been part of the aforementioned plan. “I just need to find a good boat . . .” his voice trailed off, and he eyed Anamaria speculatively. “You know, love, you look a mite dry. Have a seat here,” he patted the bench next to him invitingly, “and tell ol’ Jack what you’ve been doing with yourself this last year or two.” Attempting to offer her the remains of his drink, Jack seemed startled to discover his tankard was empty. After upending it and shaking it to make sure, he turned and sought out the figure of the tavern keeper who had returned to her cleaning. “A tankard of rum for the lady, Mistress!” he called.

Mistress Ann, having assessed the prosperity of the pirate woman’s accoutrements to the nearest farthing, produced the requested beverage promptly.

Anamaria ignored both the drink and the invitation. “If you think I’m going to let you get me too drunk to know better, Jack Sparrow, you’ve lost what’s left of your mind.”

She met Jack’s attempt to look innocently beguiling with a withering stare.

“Now lass,” he began placatingly, only to be interrupted.

“This time when you steal my boat to go after your ship, you scurvy varmint . . .” Anamaria grabbed the collar of his coat and hauled him upright with an admonitory shake, “. . . you are damn well going to take me with you.”

Jack winced as if she had dropped a mast on his head but nevertheless contrived to flash her his fallen angel grin. “Wouldn’t dream of doing otherwise, love.”

* * * * *
TBC

Date: 2009-02-23 01:31 am (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] mamazano.livejournal.com
May I tell you how much I love this already? I just absolutely adore AnaMaria and wish there were more stories where she was featured. So lovely to have a new one to look forward to.

Exciting!

Date: 2009-02-24 11:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for commenting. I love Anamaria, too. She's rapidly becoming a favourite part of every story I write. I hope this one won't take 20 years to finish.

Date: 2009-02-23 02:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sharklady35.livejournal.com
I do hate to see Jack brought so low- I hope this encounter improves his fortunes.

Date: 2009-02-24 11:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
Yes, Jack was a bit down on his luck at the end of AWE. Certainly his position on Fortune's wheel may be about to change. Thanks for commenting.

Date: 2009-02-23 10:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jackfan2.livejournal.com
WHOOHOO!! So damnfantastic to see another PotC story with Jack and Anamaria back at it. Loved this chapter and I sure can't wait for more. I couldn't stomach the 2nd and 3rd movies - kinda gelded Will, and while he's not my favorite, he's part of everything I loved about PotC. And Elizabeth's character.. ugh.. they practically turned her into the DUDE!

Anywho, I digress...

Man, I've missed Jack and Ana's interactions and I'm so glad your muse has found them and reunited them for another rousing, swash-buckling tale! Post more soon! PLEASE!!!! Like throwing my a life raft in a choppy sea.

Date: 2009-03-08 10:20 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
Thanks for the enthusiastic welcome back. I miss Anamaria as a major character in stories now, too, so it's fun to write her and that lovely snarky non-relationship she has with Jack in my universe. My life is insane, so posts will probably be few and far between, but I got the urge to start, anyway.

Date: 2009-02-23 06:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] virgo-79.livejournal.com
YAY! New Honorat story! **pulls up pirate socks and dances** (And I really am wearing pirate socks.)

Double YAY! It's Jack and Ana! **jumps on table to dance some more**

One peacefully somnolent sot lay where he had fallen, his stentorian snores stirring patterns in the packed dirt.
This is like an alliteration orgasm. It's the best sentence I've read all month. :)

"Three-toed Jimmy" cracks me right up. Some nicknames are instant classics.

I also love your setting description of this place. It's such a hole, but it's a *fascinating* hole. The goat is a particularly nice touch. (I just hope Jack hasn't been cuddling with this one.)

Nevertheless, she had not become the keeper of the most profitable tavern by the docks by asking awkward questions of her often-questionable patrons. And this is my next favorite sentence.

“I’m looking for a man—or what’s left of him.”

“Aren’t we all?” Mistress Ann said wryly. “I have an assortment of partial men for you to choose from. Take your pick.” Her expansive wave encompassed the various figures occupying the tavern.


**snerk** Bargain shopping.

I like that the dousing gets such a unconcerned response. And "disappearing under his hair again like a disturbed hermit crab" is priceless. As is "fallen angel grin" -- whoo boy, is that ever on the money.

Jack's more than a little world-weary here, and that's fitting. The spark isn't gone, but it is considerably dimmed. I expect Anamaria won't stand for that very long. This is tantalizing, m'dear. I look forward to the rest eagerly.




Date: 2009-03-08 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
YAY! A Virgo Comment. Consider my day made in spades.

**pulls up pirate socks and dances** <
**tries to picture this** You know, the problem with LJ is that everyone is faceless. Now you know what I look like **points to icon**. And Ladymouse is a mouse. And Hendercats is a cat. So what kind of animal are you? If that’s not too personal a question. On second thought, perhaps you are a goddess. **considers how to draw a portrait of Virgo** (goddess in pirate socks—Hmmmmm)

i> (And I really am wearing pirate socks.)
**is jealous**

Double YAY! It's Jack and Ana!
They are my favourite non-pairing to write.

**jumps on table to dance some more**
**Sits back, pulls out a collection of 5 dollar bills and prepares to enjoy the show!**

This is like an alliteration orgasm. It's the best sentence I've read all month. :)
I guess I really do alliterate a lot. I don’t even notice it until someone points it out. **stares** That there is a lot of alliteration, for sure. **gives the sentence a trophy for its collection**

"Three-toed Jimmy" cracks me right up. Some nicknames are instant classics.
One wonders where the other toes went. I’m getting a picture of a three day drunk and rats. EWW. Or perhaps he has all his toes. Then where did the name come from. Perhaps he has a necklace like Jack’s?

I also love your setting description of this place. It's such a hole, but it's a *fascinating* hole. The goat is a particularly nice touch. (I just hope Jack hasn't been cuddling with this one.)
Gibbs and his pigs. Jack and his goats. Do you get the sense that the only real relationships possible in this franchise are with animals? I’m glad you liked the “hole”. It’s fun to imagine.

And this is my next favorite sentence.
**gives the sentence a ribbon and a certificate**

**snerk** Bargain shopping.
And have I got a bargain for you, today! Somewhat tarnished, but polishes up to gold.

I like that the dousing gets such a unconcerned response. And "disappearing under his hair again like a disturbed hermit crab" is priceless. As is "fallen angel grin" -- whoo boy, is that ever on the money.
Jack is such a hoot to write. The way his luck’s been running, he probably had “get rum poured over head” in his daily planner.

Jack's more than a little world-weary here, and that's fitting. The spark isn't gone, but it is considerably dimmed. I expect Anamaria won't stand for that very long. This is tantalizing, m'dear. I look forward to the rest eagerly.
Jack did seem to have lost so much at the end of AWE. That indomitable spirit is still there, but it took him ten years to get the Pearl back the last time, and a pirate’s life didn’t always contain enough time for third chances. But Anamaria has hope in her pockets, so Jack is bound to try to pick them. I’m sure the rest will take geological ages, but it’s nice to know it’ll be welcome when it arrives.

Thank you so much for the tasty comments. The Muse is licking its lips in an impolite, slurpy sort of way.

Date: 2009-02-24 12:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kseenaa.livejournal.com
ANAMARIA!!! The hero of my dreams! I almost wet my pants... You described her so sexy... o.O And then throwing in Jack in the mix to, that didn't help! The problems of having a thing for both men and women... Damn, I like this!

Date: 2009-03-08 10:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
I'm glad you liked Anamaria in this. I guess I did write her as rather dangerous and attractive, didn't I. She and Jack certainly are pretty together. Thank you so much for commenting.

Date: 2009-03-02 12:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] redcirce
It's always a treat to see new honorat fic- and featuring Anamaria! I loved the bits describing pirate captain Ana and the description of "partial men".

Date: 2009-03-08 10:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
Thank you so much for the nice things you say. I've always wanted to write Ana as captain of that ship Jack promised her, and doing well for herself because she isn't as prone to craziness as Jack. And partial men are always fun to describe. I'm glad you enjoyed them.

Date: 2009-06-27 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunshine304.livejournal.com
This is beautifully written (but I hadn't expected anything else from you!^^) and very intriguing! I love Anamaria, such an interesting character,and I'm so glad that she's there to ... kind of help Jack get his Pearl back. That's the way to go! :) Ah, and he obviously can need a bit of help...

Can't wait for more!

Date: 2010-06-30 06:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
I'm sorry this is so late. Thank you so much for your kind words. I love Anamaria, too. She's such fun to write. I hope the muse consents to tell me how she helps Jack get the Pearl back. Though PotC4 will have Jossed that plot. Long live AUs.

Date: 2010-06-30 07:21 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sunshine304.livejournal.com
No problem. I figured that you probably have much to do and other things on your mind. Didn't really expect and answer, but it's nice nonetheless! :)

And who cares, let this be Jossed come PotC 4! I'm still going to read it! PotC fandom can be such fun sometimes (with all the Norrington survives!AUs out there... *g*).

Date: 2009-07-22 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Is there any chance that you are going to update this or "Crossing the bar"?
I love your writing, especially the Jack-Anamaria-interaction and your description of sea-battles. (But ist is difficult to read, because I am German, and I have first to look for the translation of naval terms in the dictionary, and after that I need a book about ancient ships to know what the German translation actually means.)

Date: 2010-06-30 06:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
Thank you so much. I will eventually update my stories. Certainly "Crossing" already has much of the next chapter written. I'm glad you enjoy my version of Jack and Ana. I love writing them together. That translation sounds head-breaking! You might find it easier to find a diagram of a ship labled in English! Most English speakers don't know the terms either and need a picture.

Date: 2010-03-08 03:33 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Just a random idea: Have you ever heard of Peder Wessel (Tordenskjold), a Danish/Norwegian captain, afterwards Admiral during the Great Nordic War? He was an incredibly good sailor and often managed to outwit superiour forces ( bluffed a strong Swedish garrison into surrender without firing a shot etc.)
I wonder if this is a source the script writers used to create the "original" Jack Sparrow (Curse of the Black Pearl).

Date: 2010-06-30 06:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] honorat.livejournal.com
I haven't heard of him, but he sounds interesting. I'd love to read the story.

Date: 2010-07-01 09:43 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
There is a Wikipedia-article: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tordenskjold

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