That Brilliant mind of mine brings you.........
Title: Captain Vosloo and her Jedi Pirate Crew
Chapter: One
Rating: So far it's clean.
Disclaimer: The only things I don't own about this story are the actual people it's about and of course characters that are copyrighted by others. Yes darlings, this story has real people in it...see if you're one of them. :)
“The light of the moon shined on her hair as she walked out of the lake towards him naked. The water shone on her white skin like diamonds as they caught the light with every step she took. She held herself straight as she boldly came to him not at all embarrassed that he had caught her in a midnight swim. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming down her body from the beauty of her face to her erect and taunt nipples on top of well rounded voluminous breasts...”
Captain Darth Vosloo wrinkled her nose and looked at the cover of the book she had picked up from one of the crates her crew had pillaged off the last ship they ran into. She hadn’t paid much attention to the cover or nature of the book, she had just wanted something to read and it was after all a book. Darth sighed and looked back at the paragraph she had just been reading and rolled her eyes and tossed the book overboard. She watched it for a moment before something came up from the deep and swallowed it taking it down to Davy Jones Locker where in her opinion, it rightly belonged. She rested her chin in the palm of her left hand resting her elbow on her knee as she sat on the stairs leading from the poop deck down to the main deck and let her eyes roam over her ship for a moment before she glanced down at her own breasts covered by a white billowing shirt that tucked into a pair of quite fitting pants.
“Voluminous.” She whispered before raising an eyebrow and then glancing over at Bast at the helm and jumping to her feet to head over towards her helms woman. “Bast.”
“We’re on course Cap’n.” Bast said with a smile pointing to the compass just before the wheel and Darth nodded not really caring at the moment.
“That’s nice, what exactly is voluminous?” She asked and Bast gave her a sideways look before shrugging softly and looking around.
“I suppose that would depend on what sort of definition you are looking for.” Bast replied and Darth tilted her head slightly and Bast smiled. “It could mean a different thing to different people.” She continued to explain and Darth nodded and put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath and let it out looking around the ship.
“Do you think my breasts are voluminous?” Darth asked and Bast blinked before a smile slowly crept upon her face. There was silence for few moments where neither helms woman nor captain spoke.
“You’ve been reading those romance novels again haven’t you?” Bast asked with a hint of humor in her voice.
“I accidentally picked one up out of a crate from the last ship.” Darth admitted and Bast looked at her with a soft laugh.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Sort of makes me wonder about the Americans though.” Darth said and Bast nodded. “So, back to my breasts.” Darth said and Bast laughed shaking her head.
“Your breasts are fine Captain!” Bast said then shrugged with a small pout. “Not that I’d know from experience or anything, it’s not like I’ve ever seen them.”
“You’re not the only one Bast, don’t feel bad.” Another voice joined in and Darth rolled her eyes and looked over at Priest with smirk.
“There are reasons for that.” Darth informed them both.
“So we’re told, and if I remember correctly, they’re not very good reasons either.” Priest said and Bast coughed trying to cover laugh.
“If I showed them to one of the crew, I’d have to show them to all of the crew because none of the crew can keep their bloody mouths shut about anything.” Darth explained.
“We can’t keep our bloody mouths shut about what?” Pocky asked from above them making all three look up to the dark haired woman who was chewing on a biscuit stick that was covered in strawberry creame.
“The Captain’s breasts.” Priest filled in for her and Pocky nodded.
“Oh yeah, there ain’t a bloke on board who can’t shut up about the Cap’s breasts for a bleeding minute. In fact I just came from the bow where Marshall and Nick kept going on and on about how nice they looked and talking about how good they must feel and...”
“Pocky.”
“Yes Captain.”
“Do shut up.”
“Not a problem Captain.”
“I know my breasts are fine, in fact, I like my breasts very much. They are perfect in every way.” Darth began to tell the three truthfully.“They are just the right size, a perfect handful, with small perfectly sized nipples that are sensitive and responsive to the right touch. They are perky with or without support, they don’t get in my way when fighting and they are damn good at distracting my enemies when I need them to. And above all, they are soft, squishy and a hundred percent bleeding real!” A silence followed her small rant until Bast cleared her throat.
“Captain?”
“What?” Bast nodded her head towards the front of the ship and Darth looked out over the ship where every crew member had stopped doing whatever it was they were doing to listen to their captain rant a bit. It probably wasn’t unusual to hear a captain of any ship rant about breasts on along voyage at sea unless of course when that captain just happened to be female and obviously not of the lesbian or bi sexual nature. Darth only smiled and placed her hands on the banister in front of her and looked at her mainly male crew. “Do you not have jobs to do on this ship? Have I not promised you Tortuga just a couple days time?”
“If Bast can get us there.” Priest commented under his breath.
“Stuff it.” Bast replied hearing him anyway. Darth ignored them both and continued on.
“It has been a long journey mates, and we’re not through yet! There is no rest for the wicked!” There were chuckles and a few whistles at this statement making Darth smile a bit more. “We have brought in some fine hauls plundering and pillaging to our little hearts content with scarcely a problem against us and now the time to relax and enjoy the spoils is nearly upon us!” Cheering rose among the men and Darth waited patiently for it to die down before continuing.
“I don’t expect to be seeing all of you once we set out from Tortuga. And that be just fine. You’ve earned your share, what you decide to do with it is your own. Just be knowing that you will never and I do mean never lads, sail on a better, finer or faster ship than The Black Lioness, and I won’t be having any of you speak a cruel word against her!” A chorus of ‘Aye’s rose sharply as the men looked around at each other before looking back up at their Captain. She stood there looking at them for few moments before giving them her sweetest smile. “Of course, a ship can only be as good as her crew.” She commented then leaned forward a bit over the rail. “So get back to work.” Immediately the ship burst into activity and noise and Darth turned back to Bast with a smile and placed a hand on her helms woman’shoulder. “Stay on course darling, or you’ll have to deal with them and I might not be able to step in this time.” Bast rolled her eyes and nodded.
“You get lost once and no one ever forgets.” Bast muttered and Pocky giggled from above her.
“Once? Try five or six times.” She commented before disappearing into the rigging, Bast glaring up after her.
“Lovely little speech Captain.” Choco said as Darth entered the captain's cabin.
“Well I had to say something to get their minds off of breasts I guess.” Darth told her and Choco laughed and looked at her.
“Oh no, I was talking about the breast speech.” Choco informed her and Darth gave her a look.
“Funny. Any news?” Darth asked before grabbing a bottle of rum and taking a seat in a chair. The silence made her look at her first mate with concern. “What?”
“Well, there is news, but none that you’re bound to like.” Choco said and Darth’s face fell and she put the bottle of rum roughly on the table in front of her and leaned forward.
“You can tell me the news if the words ‘Jack’ and ‘Sparrow’ have nothing to do with it.” Darth told Choco and again Choco went silent. Darth growled, then for a moment looked like she was having a seizure or some other kind of problem with her limbs. Choco watched until Darth settled back into her chair again and waited for a few more minutes. As if on cue, Darth pitched forward and face-planted herself onto the table, her arms around her head. A soft mumbling could be heard but the words were distorted by the wood. Choco really didn’t need to hear what Darth was saying to make an accurate guess at the choice words that were coming out of her captain’s mouth. Words that would make more respectable women blush at the mere thought of them, and of course they wouldn’t just be uttered in English; they would be repeated in German, French, Scottish, Gaelic, Italian and Welsh. There were many advantages to having a permanent crew from different countries. A large grasshopper jumped onto the table and hopped quickly towards Darth and froze as an orange medium sized cat jumped on the table behind it and started stalking it. Darth slammed her hand on the table and sat up looking right at Choco.
“Alright, what is it now? Tell me he hasn’t lost the Black Pearl again after just getting it back.”
“No, not really. I mean it’s not the issue.” Choco said making Darth raise her eyebrows in pure confusion and Choco sighed. “You remember how Jack got the Pearl in the first place?” Choco asked and Darth rolled her eyes and nodded pushing the orange cat away from the hand she slammed on the table.
“Yes, yes of course. Davy Jones.” Darth said giving the cat small look before looking back at Choco shaking her head slightly. “But he had thirteen years to be Captain of the Pearl before…” Darth trailed off with a blink and then groaned. “It’s been thirteen years and despite the fact that Jack hasn’t really been captain of the Pearl he has introduced himself as a captain.” Choco nodded with a tight smile as the cat pawed at Darth’s hand. “So what does that have to do with us?” Darth asked and Choco took a deep breath but before she could say anything Darth looked at the orange cat and sighed. “Roland what the bloody hell do you want?” the cat was once again pawing at the hand Darth had slammed on the table so she picked it up and suddenly wished she hadn’t. “What the hell?” Choco smiled and grabbed a piece of cloth and handed it to Darth.
“Grasshopper.” Choco informed her as she started to wipe the mess off her hand as Roland investigated it thoroughly.
“Grasshopper? Roland really, how many bloody times have I told you to eat the damn things and not play with them?” She said and Roland sat on the table and looked at Darth for a moment before turning with his tail in the air and striding out of the room. Both women watched the cat go and Choco looked over at Darth when Roland was gone.
“I think he is rather upset at you for squishing his toy.” Choco said and Darth nodded with a slight shrug.
“He should keep his toys from escaping the lower decks then.” Darth commented making a face at her hand before getting up and pouring some water into a basin and submerging her hand into the basin. “Where do we fit in to the whole Black Pearl, Davy Jones business?” Darth asked bringing them back around to the more important subject at hand.
“Jack wants our help.” Choco said simply and Darth laughed.
“And how are we supposed to help?” Darth asked shaking her head and wiping her hand dry. “Once you make a deal with Davy Jones there’s no getting out of it.” She said turning to face Choco. “Jack made a deal. Thirteen years captain for a hundred years servitude on Jones’ ship. The thirteen years are up.” Choco shrugged slightly rubbing her arms with her hands and sighed.
“I guess we’ll find out what he has planned.” Choco said and Darth shook her head.
“I don’t think so Choco. Not this time. Jack has brought nothing but bad news and running for our lives, although always great fun when we live through it, but still.”
“He’s meeting us at Tortuga.” Choco said and Darth groaned and looked over at Choco.
“Of course he is.” She said and turned away from her first mate and took a few steps and turned into a doorway where she disappeared out of sight.
Choco knew that Darth probably just threw herself onto her bed in her chamber bemoaning to herself about Captain Jack Sparrow and his bloody Black Pearl. Choco couldn’t help but smile though, of all things her captain had said about Jack, all being true, he was also charming, good looking and Choco wouldn’t be the only one to admit that he always gave Darth a run for her money. Watching the two of them play off each other in time of mortal danger or getting out of a tight situation was more amusing than it really ought to be. What ever Jack had up his sleeve and no matter how much Darth refused to help him, somehow the crew of the Black Lioness would get tangled up with the crew of the Black Pearl and the only way out of it would be to help Jack. Choco secretly believed this was Jack’s plan in the first place. Get Darth and her crew within reach, get them tangled up, and she’ll end up helping him to help herself and her crew to get out of whatever mess Jack was in at the time. Darth however caught onto that game early on and had done her best to avoid Jack, but it wasn’t as easy as one would like to believe, especially since the only port that was pirate friendly happened to be Tortuga. Choco could only hope that whatever mess Jack was dragging the crew of the Black Lioness into this time wouldn’t end in getting them all killed, or worst, shipmates on the Flying Dutchman.
A little something I threw together and will continue to work on as my muse feeds me ideas....anyone who wishes to be part of the crew (story) just let me know with a comment or IM, I'll be glad to have you aboard!
Chapter: One
Rating: So far it's clean.
Disclaimer: The only things I don't own about this story are the actual people it's about and of course characters that are copyrighted by others. Yes darlings, this story has real people in it...see if you're one of them. :)
“The light of the moon shined on her hair as she walked out of the lake towards him naked. The water shone on her white skin like diamonds as they caught the light with every step she took. She held herself straight as she boldly came to him not at all embarrassed that he had caught her in a midnight swim. He couldn’t keep his eyes from roaming down her body from the beauty of her face to her erect and taunt nipples on top of well rounded voluminous breasts...”
Captain Darth Vosloo wrinkled her nose and looked at the cover of the book she had picked up from one of the crates her crew had pillaged off the last ship they ran into. She hadn’t paid much attention to the cover or nature of the book, she had just wanted something to read and it was after all a book. Darth sighed and looked back at the paragraph she had just been reading and rolled her eyes and tossed the book overboard. She watched it for a moment before something came up from the deep and swallowed it taking it down to Davy Jones Locker where in her opinion, it rightly belonged. She rested her chin in the palm of her left hand resting her elbow on her knee as she sat on the stairs leading from the poop deck down to the main deck and let her eyes roam over her ship for a moment before she glanced down at her own breasts covered by a white billowing shirt that tucked into a pair of quite fitting pants.
“Voluminous.” She whispered before raising an eyebrow and then glancing over at Bast at the helm and jumping to her feet to head over towards her helms woman. “Bast.”
“We’re on course Cap’n.” Bast said with a smile pointing to the compass just before the wheel and Darth nodded not really caring at the moment.
“That’s nice, what exactly is voluminous?” She asked and Bast gave her a sideways look before shrugging softly and looking around.
“I suppose that would depend on what sort of definition you are looking for.” Bast replied and Darth tilted her head slightly and Bast smiled. “It could mean a different thing to different people.” She continued to explain and Darth nodded and put her hands on her hips and took a deep breath and let it out looking around the ship.
“Do you think my breasts are voluminous?” Darth asked and Bast blinked before a smile slowly crept upon her face. There was silence for few moments where neither helms woman nor captain spoke.
“You’ve been reading those romance novels again haven’t you?” Bast asked with a hint of humor in her voice.
“I accidentally picked one up out of a crate from the last ship.” Darth admitted and Bast looked at her with a soft laugh.
“You’re kidding.”
“Nope. Sort of makes me wonder about the Americans though.” Darth said and Bast nodded. “So, back to my breasts.” Darth said and Bast laughed shaking her head.
“Your breasts are fine Captain!” Bast said then shrugged with a small pout. “Not that I’d know from experience or anything, it’s not like I’ve ever seen them.”
“You’re not the only one Bast, don’t feel bad.” Another voice joined in and Darth rolled her eyes and looked over at Priest with smirk.
“There are reasons for that.” Darth informed them both.
“So we’re told, and if I remember correctly, they’re not very good reasons either.” Priest said and Bast coughed trying to cover laugh.
“If I showed them to one of the crew, I’d have to show them to all of the crew because none of the crew can keep their bloody mouths shut about anything.” Darth explained.
“We can’t keep our bloody mouths shut about what?” Pocky asked from above them making all three look up to the dark haired woman who was chewing on a biscuit stick that was covered in strawberry creame.
“The Captain’s breasts.” Priest filled in for her and Pocky nodded.
“Oh yeah, there ain’t a bloke on board who can’t shut up about the Cap’s breasts for a bleeding minute. In fact I just came from the bow where Marshall and Nick kept going on and on about how nice they looked and talking about how good they must feel and...”
“Pocky.”
“Yes Captain.”
“Do shut up.”
“Not a problem Captain.”
“I know my breasts are fine, in fact, I like my breasts very much. They are perfect in every way.” Darth began to tell the three truthfully.“They are just the right size, a perfect handful, with small perfectly sized nipples that are sensitive and responsive to the right touch. They are perky with or without support, they don’t get in my way when fighting and they are damn good at distracting my enemies when I need them to. And above all, they are soft, squishy and a hundred percent bleeding real!” A silence followed her small rant until Bast cleared her throat.
“Captain?”
“What?” Bast nodded her head towards the front of the ship and Darth looked out over the ship where every crew member had stopped doing whatever it was they were doing to listen to their captain rant a bit. It probably wasn’t unusual to hear a captain of any ship rant about breasts on along voyage at sea unless of course when that captain just happened to be female and obviously not of the lesbian or bi sexual nature. Darth only smiled and placed her hands on the banister in front of her and looked at her mainly male crew. “Do you not have jobs to do on this ship? Have I not promised you Tortuga just a couple days time?”
“If Bast can get us there.” Priest commented under his breath.
“Stuff it.” Bast replied hearing him anyway. Darth ignored them both and continued on.
“It has been a long journey mates, and we’re not through yet! There is no rest for the wicked!” There were chuckles and a few whistles at this statement making Darth smile a bit more. “We have brought in some fine hauls plundering and pillaging to our little hearts content with scarcely a problem against us and now the time to relax and enjoy the spoils is nearly upon us!” Cheering rose among the men and Darth waited patiently for it to die down before continuing.
“I don’t expect to be seeing all of you once we set out from Tortuga. And that be just fine. You’ve earned your share, what you decide to do with it is your own. Just be knowing that you will never and I do mean never lads, sail on a better, finer or faster ship than The Black Lioness, and I won’t be having any of you speak a cruel word against her!” A chorus of ‘Aye’s rose sharply as the men looked around at each other before looking back up at their Captain. She stood there looking at them for few moments before giving them her sweetest smile. “Of course, a ship can only be as good as her crew.” She commented then leaned forward a bit over the rail. “So get back to work.” Immediately the ship burst into activity and noise and Darth turned back to Bast with a smile and placed a hand on her helms woman’shoulder. “Stay on course darling, or you’ll have to deal with them and I might not be able to step in this time.” Bast rolled her eyes and nodded.
“You get lost once and no one ever forgets.” Bast muttered and Pocky giggled from above her.
“Once? Try five or six times.” She commented before disappearing into the rigging, Bast glaring up after her.
“Lovely little speech Captain.” Choco said as Darth entered the captain's cabin.
“Well I had to say something to get their minds off of breasts I guess.” Darth told her and Choco laughed and looked at her.
“Oh no, I was talking about the breast speech.” Choco informed her and Darth gave her a look.
“Funny. Any news?” Darth asked before grabbing a bottle of rum and taking a seat in a chair. The silence made her look at her first mate with concern. “What?”
“Well, there is news, but none that you’re bound to like.” Choco said and Darth’s face fell and she put the bottle of rum roughly on the table in front of her and leaned forward.
“You can tell me the news if the words ‘Jack’ and ‘Sparrow’ have nothing to do with it.” Darth told Choco and again Choco went silent. Darth growled, then for a moment looked like she was having a seizure or some other kind of problem with her limbs. Choco watched until Darth settled back into her chair again and waited for a few more minutes. As if on cue, Darth pitched forward and face-planted herself onto the table, her arms around her head. A soft mumbling could be heard but the words were distorted by the wood. Choco really didn’t need to hear what Darth was saying to make an accurate guess at the choice words that were coming out of her captain’s mouth. Words that would make more respectable women blush at the mere thought of them, and of course they wouldn’t just be uttered in English; they would be repeated in German, French, Scottish, Gaelic, Italian and Welsh. There were many advantages to having a permanent crew from different countries. A large grasshopper jumped onto the table and hopped quickly towards Darth and froze as an orange medium sized cat jumped on the table behind it and started stalking it. Darth slammed her hand on the table and sat up looking right at Choco.
“Alright, what is it now? Tell me he hasn’t lost the Black Pearl again after just getting it back.”
“No, not really. I mean it’s not the issue.” Choco said making Darth raise her eyebrows in pure confusion and Choco sighed. “You remember how Jack got the Pearl in the first place?” Choco asked and Darth rolled her eyes and nodded pushing the orange cat away from the hand she slammed on the table.
“Yes, yes of course. Davy Jones.” Darth said giving the cat small look before looking back at Choco shaking her head slightly. “But he had thirteen years to be Captain of the Pearl before…” Darth trailed off with a blink and then groaned. “It’s been thirteen years and despite the fact that Jack hasn’t really been captain of the Pearl he has introduced himself as a captain.” Choco nodded with a tight smile as the cat pawed at Darth’s hand. “So what does that have to do with us?” Darth asked and Choco took a deep breath but before she could say anything Darth looked at the orange cat and sighed. “Roland what the bloody hell do you want?” the cat was once again pawing at the hand Darth had slammed on the table so she picked it up and suddenly wished she hadn’t. “What the hell?” Choco smiled and grabbed a piece of cloth and handed it to Darth.
“Grasshopper.” Choco informed her as she started to wipe the mess off her hand as Roland investigated it thoroughly.
“Grasshopper? Roland really, how many bloody times have I told you to eat the damn things and not play with them?” She said and Roland sat on the table and looked at Darth for a moment before turning with his tail in the air and striding out of the room. Both women watched the cat go and Choco looked over at Darth when Roland was gone.
“I think he is rather upset at you for squishing his toy.” Choco said and Darth nodded with a slight shrug.
“He should keep his toys from escaping the lower decks then.” Darth commented making a face at her hand before getting up and pouring some water into a basin and submerging her hand into the basin. “Where do we fit in to the whole Black Pearl, Davy Jones business?” Darth asked bringing them back around to the more important subject at hand.
“Jack wants our help.” Choco said simply and Darth laughed.
“And how are we supposed to help?” Darth asked shaking her head and wiping her hand dry. “Once you make a deal with Davy Jones there’s no getting out of it.” She said turning to face Choco. “Jack made a deal. Thirteen years captain for a hundred years servitude on Jones’ ship. The thirteen years are up.” Choco shrugged slightly rubbing her arms with her hands and sighed.
“I guess we’ll find out what he has planned.” Choco said and Darth shook her head.
“I don’t think so Choco. Not this time. Jack has brought nothing but bad news and running for our lives, although always great fun when we live through it, but still.”
“He’s meeting us at Tortuga.” Choco said and Darth groaned and looked over at Choco.
“Of course he is.” She said and turned away from her first mate and took a few steps and turned into a doorway where she disappeared out of sight.
Choco knew that Darth probably just threw herself onto her bed in her chamber bemoaning to herself about Captain Jack Sparrow and his bloody Black Pearl. Choco couldn’t help but smile though, of all things her captain had said about Jack, all being true, he was also charming, good looking and Choco wouldn’t be the only one to admit that he always gave Darth a run for her money. Watching the two of them play off each other in time of mortal danger or getting out of a tight situation was more amusing than it really ought to be. What ever Jack had up his sleeve and no matter how much Darth refused to help him, somehow the crew of the Black Lioness would get tangled up with the crew of the Black Pearl and the only way out of it would be to help Jack. Choco secretly believed this was Jack’s plan in the first place. Get Darth and her crew within reach, get them tangled up, and she’ll end up helping him to help herself and her crew to get out of whatever mess Jack was in at the time. Darth however caught onto that game early on and had done her best to avoid Jack, but it wasn’t as easy as one would like to believe, especially since the only port that was pirate friendly happened to be Tortuga. Choco could only hope that whatever mess Jack was dragging the crew of the Black Lioness into this time wouldn’t end in getting them all killed, or worst, shipmates on the Flying Dutchman.
A little something I threw together and will continue to work on as my muse feeds me ideas....anyone who wishes to be part of the crew (story) just let me know with a comment or IM, I'll be glad to have you aboard!