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A/N: This is my first ever Pirate fic and my first ever story posted here on . Hope you enjoy, there is more to come!
Chapter One: The Name Be Captain Thomas Ramos…Savvy?
The busy sounds of Tortuga fill the small room. Rustle and bustle of people moving and going, walking into taverns, playing dices in a dark alley, the yelling of men fighting over lost winnings, and girlish laughter from a wench that is being tickled from one of her future suitor. This is paradise to a pirate that has come off his best raid to date and who haven't seen a Navy ship in the water for the last two weeks. Yes, this pirate deserves a moment of fun and relaxation. Three days spending time on his favorite island, walking into every bar drinking them dry of every drop of rum they have, having every last person on the edge of their seat waiting in anticipation for the next word he is going to speak on the latest adventure he just partaken on, and having his way with every last whore running freely on the island. Yes, a pirate of this greatness deserves this…so why isn't Captain Jack Sparrow enjoying himself?
Instead, Jack is in a small room that is hot and stuffy. He opened a window a few minutes ago, but still hasn't gotten any relief from the smoldering heated air. Jack lies on top of the bed shirtless, his head free of his red bandana, his long dark brown hair full of braids, locks, trinkets, and strands of hair fall in his face, covering his beautiful dark eyes. His head lays against the headboard, with his body slumped along the top of the bed with a pillow behind his back. He takes his hand and slides it slowly from the top of his sweated chest, over his well tone stomach to the opening of his pants. His hand slides further down underneath his pants, until his fingers reach the top of his pelvis, letting his thumb gently stroke the thin haired trail on his stomach. Jack takes a long swig of rum, letting out a rough sigh.
"Bloody woman! I hate her!" Jack said to himself, taken another swig, letting the rum fill his cheeks before he swallows it.
His mind goes through the events that have gone on the past two days. Ever since he set foot in Tortuga, he has been plague with having to hear the name…
"Thomas Ramos." Jack said in disgust.
"Oh, I forgot… Captain Thomas Ramos." Jack lifts his hand out of his pants and puts his index finger in the air giving it a little twirl, while swallowing another mouth full of rum.
"Well la-de-da. Who gives a fuck, I always say."
Then Jack sits up, "Did you hear, Captain Ramos commandeer two pirate ships. Taken both captains out with his bare hands and now both ships are under his command. He has one of the biggest crews in the Caribbean right now." Said Jack all big eyed, his hands waving in the wind and saying it in his most whiny voice.
"And!" He shouts, lying back on the bed, "My crew is still more efficient then his and no ship is more feared, more known, more elegant, more fast and just plain better then the Black Pearl savvy?" He let his ring fingers drum along side the rum bottle, filling the room with the high pitch sound.
"I'll drink to that!" Sparrow said in a drunken slur, while placing the bottle to his lips once more.
Eventhough what Jack is saying about his ship and crew is true, it wasn't coming out that way in Tortuga. Whenever Captain Thomas Ramos is in port, he gets the royal treatment. Which rightfully so, he is the most feared, most popular, most wealthy, most successful, most…well, you get the idea.
"And don't forget, most arrogant, most conniving, most violent, most back stabbing son of a bitch pirate walking Gods green earth. He give us honest pirates a bad name and for that I hope he rots in hell."…
The past few days have not been Sparrow's best. He went to his favorite tavern to get involved in some rough housing, may be get in a card game here or two, get drunk of his rocker, and then finishes it off with some pleasurable company…may be two or three but that didn't happen. When Jack walked into the Faithful Bride, he notices something strange. It was quiet, it was so quiet you could of hear a pin drop. His eyes scan the bar, people pack at the center of the bar; sitting and standing in a large tight circle being as quiet as church mice, listening intensely to the low, calm mutter voice. Jack lifted an eyebrow and made a concern face while sauntering over to the barman, the echoing sounds of his boots and the jingling sound of his effects fills the deafening stiff air of the bar, with him never taking his eyes off the large group of people. He takes a seat at one of the bar stools and digs in his pocket, taking out a few sliver coins and slamming them on the counter. He turns and faces the barman, giving him one of his warmest smiles,
"Aye Tubs! Give me a couple of your best bottles of…"
"Shh! Will you shut your trap, I can't hear!"
Jack begins to frown and snaps his head back a little in shock. He looks around before pointing to himself, "Tubs? Are you yelling at me mate?"
"Aint you the one flapping your gums? Yes, I'm yelling at you! Will you please hush up so I can hear the rest of Captain Ramos story? He is getting to the good part."
Jack stomps his fist on the counter, narrows and rolls his eyes, letting out a heavy sigh. He thought he was going to by pass Ramos by coming here. Everyone knows when Thomas makes his grand entrance into Tortuga; he hits the Blue Dragon first, which is Tom's favorite tavern, not the Faithful Bride. Why today of all days when Jack is trying to have some fun, Thomas has to ruin it by coming to his favorite tavern? Jack leans on the counter, placing his right elbow on it, resting his head in his hand. He tilts his head some, glaring at Tubs intensely. He can't believe some one of Tubs age is standing here listening to a long tale being told by Thomas. Eventhough Jack wasn't listening to what Thomas was saying; he knew he was lying because that is all Tom does…lie!
Rumbling of low laughter began to fill the tavern before the low chatter of a man's voice returned. Jack drops his hand back down on the counter and starts to drum his fingers. He squints his eyes at Tubs, and then rolls them again.
"Tubs, can I get some rum?"
Nevertheless, Tubs said nothing; still giving his full attention to the other captain, wiping out a mug he has been cleaning since Jack has set foot in the place. Jack leans over closer to Tubs,
"You know mate if you rub that mug any harder, a Genie is going to come out and grant ya three wishes." His eyes moving back down at the mug and then back up at Tubs, but still nothing. Jack shakes his head and slaps his hands down on his thighs. He pushed himself off the stool, landing his feet on the floor. He starts to walk over to the other side of the bar, where the liquor is normally stored,
"Would you like some rum Jack? Oh, that would be quite delightful. Do you want me to get it for you? No, no, you have work hard enough, I'll get it for you." Jack said to himself while searching the selves for a bottle of rum.
"Then Boom! I fired my cannon and split that Navy ship right in half. Sinking it straight to Davy Jones locker, they didn't know what was coming. The whole sea was full of red coats, their blood coating the sea turning it into a crimson red."
A roar of hoops and hollers and applause filled the Faithful Bride. Jack made a face and twirls his head and finger around, silently saying a whoop-be-do during the uproar. He kept his back and head turned a way from the commotion the whole time, not wanting to be seen by Tom. He just wanted to get his rum and get the hell out of there. So far, he was coming up with nothing.
"Oh, Captain Ramos, that was one hell of a tale there. It always seems you can out smart the Navy." Said a little street boy that was sitting next to Thomas on the floor. His clothes ratted and face grimy with dirt, his big green eyes starting up at Thomas…
Captain Thomas Ramos was a very striking and charismatic man. When he walks in a room, all eyes were always on him and this could be for two reasons. One his voice. His voice could be as calm as the whistling wind, luring you in with the soft low murmur of his hypnotic speech but it could also be as strong and dangerously loud as if god was speaking to you himself, scolding you about your sins. His voice was one of his many talents that he would use to gain the upper hand on his opponents and a gift he would use to lure many women in his bed. The other was his physique. Thomas was a tall man. He stood at 6'5; he's form solid, very muscular chest, arms and legs. His complexion looks like it had been kiss by the sun gods, with its golden brown color, but it had a rough exterior. His face has hard lines and wrinkles by the eyes from all his hard living. He has hair that is coarse, very long, curly and black. His eyes a dark gray and a smile that rivals the biggest sparkle of any star in the galaxy. Thomas smile is known all over because of the diamond settings he has place in his teeth. Got them after finding the long lost treasure of Captain Felix, six years ago. The same treasure Jack was on the hunt for as well but he got there just a day too late. Jack could have just died when he and his crew's rowboats made it to shore. As soon as Jack set a foot on land, he sees a ship coming from the opposite side of the island, sailing a way.
"May be next time Slim!" Ramos called out, laughing his robust laugh, he and his crew as they sailed away from the island. It was a day Jack will never forget…
Tom looks down at the boy, "Nothing to it lad, I'm just lucky that way I guess. Have a 65,000 pound warrant out for me by the Royal Navy and they still haven't caught me yet!"
"Aye, that's because they don't want none of ya Captain Ramos. Ye out smart them every time, making them out to be the dumb fucks that they are!" yelled Tubs from across the room with a little smile on his face.
Everyone cheered in agreement expect for Jack. He cut his eyes and kept on his search for a bottle of rum, still coming out empty handed,
"Uh huh, luck. More like paying the Navy to stay out of your way." Grumbles Jack. He bends down, walking on hands and knees starting to check the bottoms shelves. "Where in the bloody hell is the rum in this place?"
"Tommy, are you ready to go up stairs?" one busty brunette asked, purring in his ear, slipping her arms around the front of his neck as she curls her head down, resting it on his shoulder.
"No, we have a date. Isn't that right Tommy?" Another tall woman with red hair slyly said while sliding herself on Thomas lap, "He's going to take me to his ship and gave me a grand tour of his cabin." She lifts her eyebrows giving him a sexy smirk while her fingers play in his hair. Taken a single dark lock and letting her finger twirl around it.
"He's not going nowhere with you cheap floozies! He has a date with me!"
Thomas turns his head where the voice was coming from. His eyes light up and a huge grin starts to form on his face. He pushes the girl off his lap, her bottom landing hard on the cold ground.
"Ow! Tommy!" the red headed girl gripes but Captain Ramos ignores her.
He pushed himself off of his chair, knocking the other woman that was behind him, "Munchie!" he yelled with surprise and tenderness.
"Munchie? What the hell is she doing here?" Jack quickly jumps off of his hands and knees, banging his head on an open drawer in the process.
"Shit! … Bugger! … Damn!" he cries out, placing a hand on his head.
Jack staggers to sit up, resting himself on the heels of his boots. He peers his eyes over the counter, trying to stay out of eyesight of Thomas and Anamaria. He lets out a soft gasp and his eyes narrows with annoyance when he sees Ana being spun in the air by Tom, with his eyes looking at her lovingly. Jack feels himself get a little aggravated by the mere sight of them together, wanting to walk over there and snatch Ana out of his hands, but he knew it would be better to not get involved. Ana was free to do what she pleases now and so was he. Ana and him were not on speaking terms; they haven't been for a week. Here he was having doubts over breaking things off with her again but now there she is running in the arms of another man, the same man she always runs back to.
Ramos place Ana back on the ground giving her one last hug. His body tingling with excitement having her body pressing hard against him again, remembering how it was to have her near him again, to touch her. Inhaling her scent deeply, letting his hands get familiar with her body, traveling softly from the middle of her back to the thickness of her hips, letting then rest there. Tom looks down at her and smiles,
"Munchie, it has been so long since I have seen you. You look even more beautiful since the last time I saw you." He softly said as his dark gray eyes twinkle and his smile broadens.
Anamaria gives a little smile and drops her head down from embarrassment, not wanting Thomas to see her blush. She hated that he could always get her to revert back to that little silly chubby girl she was back on the island they both grew up on. Seeing him always brought back her little childhood crush she had on him. Ana clears her throat and grabs his hand in hers, spreading his arms wide, getting a good look at him. She lets her eyes meet with his, giving him a serious look,
"Aye, stop it with all your colorfully talk T.R. No need talking to me like I'm one of these cheap dames needing to bed ya so I can make my daily wage."
"Munchie. Still the spit firer you always…"
But Ramos was cut off by Ana fist making contact with his stomach.
Jack let out a small laugh, "Ha ha…Good."
It was hard for Jack to hear what Tom and Ana were talking about. The tavern went back to its normal feel, loud talking and music playing, a fight breaking out at the back of the tavern. All he could do was study their body language, which he does not like and try to read their lips…
"Sparrow! What are ya doing down here on the floor? Are ya trying to steal my loot again Sparrow because if ya are I swear I…"
"Will you hush up!" Jack loudly whispers to Tubs.
Tubs lifts his head back and frowns, "Are you yelling at me mate?"
Jack slowly turns his head and looks at Tubs straight in his eyes, giving him a smirk, "Aint you the one flapping your gums?"
Tubs rolls his eyes and walks off in a huff, leaving Jack spying on Thomas and Anamaria again.
Thomas was hunch over, his hands on his stomach. He forgot how hard one of her blows could hurt. Even with someone of his build, Ana hits still stung.
Ana's hand was stinging too but she wasn't showing it. She forgot hitting him wasn't the same as hitting Jack; she gives him a cold stare,
"What have I told you about calling me by that ridiculous nickname? I have always hated it. When I was a child I loathed that name. You, my brother, Jack…I think my father started calling me that. It was silly and not like me at all."
Tom slowly started to stand up straight again, the pain from his stomach subsiding.
"It suited you back then. You were cute with your fat round rosy cheeks and your big brown eyes and you hair cut in that bob." He lets out a small laugh, "Plus you were chubby."
Ana close her eyes and made a face, "It was baby fat…and I out grew it."
Thomas bites his bottom lip, while smoothly swaggering over to her, warping his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him.
At that moment Jack stop breathing. His eyes darken with anger as he sees Ramos hands resting on the top curve of Ana's ass. Then he felt that pain, right in the center of his heart. He hasn't felt that pain in years. The familiar stabbing pain he gets whenever he sees Thomas trying to take back what belongs to Jack… what he wants.
Tom leans down and tenderly growls in Ana's ear, "And you have grown out nicely." His right hand traveling slowly down trying to cup Ana's bottom, she pushes him back hard, making him stumble.
"I didn't come for that T.R.," she said with a hit of sternness in her voice. She pulls a fold up piece of paper out of her back pocket. "I came because I got your letter saying that you had a proposition for me and I wanted to know what it was."
Captain Ramos straighten himself up, "Oh, yeah. I do have an offer for ya."
Ana started to look around the tavern, "So…where do you want to talk?"
"Not here, how about we talk at your place. That nice little cottage you have up the way."
Ana shakes her head, placing her hands on her hips. "No. I sold that place long ago. I haven't lived in Tortuga for months now, may be even years."
"Well, where are you staying?" Tom asked
Ana gave a wary look and turned away. There was no way she was going to let him come on the Pearl. Jack would string up a noose and hang her himself if he knew she brought him there. She turns back around giving him a knowing smile.
"How about we go where you are staying. Are you sleeping on the Death Angel tonight or do you have a place on land?"
Tom smiles, "Aye. Have my favorite room at the Blue Dragon. We can go there."
Anamaria mores off to the side and stretches out her arm, giving him the cue to walk a head and lead the way. Jack eyes follows them until their bodies blends in with the crowd. He quickly stands and jumps over the counter, deciding to follow them and see if he could get a better listen but Ana and Tom were moving fast and it was hard for Jack to keep up with people constantly getting in front of him and blocking his way.
Ana lightly places her hand on Tom's back as they walk to the door, weaving in and out of the way of people drunkenly dancing and fighting,
"If you are staying at the Blue Dragon, why did you want to meet at the Faithful Bride? I thought you loved the Blue Dragon?"
"I do" Tom said reaching back to take Ana's hand off of his back and places her small hand in his, letting his fingers intertwine with hers, " I came here because I know this is Captain Slim place and I wanted to make him squirm just knowing I had the balls to set foot in his favorite place and take it over. I didn't see him, but I know he was there. Probably hiding out, not wanting to make a scene of himself."
She slips her hand out of his, placing both of her hands in her pockets. Having Thomas trying to get intimate with her was making her feel uncomfortable. She didn't know if it was because she wasn't use to Thomas's touch anymore or if her body just longs for Jack touch instead.
Ana closes her eyes and lets out a breath, "Why are you always competing with Jack? You would think both of you would be tried of one another by now. Ever since you were kids, fighting over who is the best at anything you two mush brains could think of. Who was the best sword fighter, who can sail better, who can out drink the other, who can talk better into getting women in their bed, who can throw the better punch, and my personal favorite, who could drive Anamaria batty!" she turns and yells at Tom while shaking her hands in the air.
Ramos let out a robust laugh, slipping his arm around Ana's shoulders. "Now that was always me and Jacks favorite. Seeing your temper flair was always a turn on for us."
Ana quickly slips out of Thomas grasps and walks fast to the door and outside. She balls her mouth and squint her eyes, the sun beaming bright on them. She reaches behind her head, placing the falling hat she had wrap around her neck back on her head. Tom comes out a few seconds later, his face expressing a confuse look. He didn't know what was wrong with Ana but she was acting real tense with him, something he was not use to. She is normally happy to see him and is looser. In fact they would have been in bed by now, getting re-familiar with each other bodies again. Something was different.
Ana pushes her hands deeper into her pockets, her words coming out roughly, "Come on lets go." And they both begin walking down the road.
Jack walks out of the bar bewildered, looking around for Tom and Ana. He spots them going up the road and he thinks they are headed for the Blue Dragon. Jack stands there for a moment, the noise from the street ringing in his ears as the heat from the sun warms his face. He wonders if he should follow or not, just let things play out naturally his mind was telling him but his pestering heart was saying something else. Just then he feels a pair of arms twisting around his waist and a soft body lying against his back. The smell of the person's strong perfume fills his nose and takes him away from his thoughts,
"Captain Sparrow, you look like you could need some company."
Jack leans back on the woman, with his eyes closing as her hand creeps up his shirt covered tone chest. She then places a gentle kiss on the curve of his neck and begins to nipple on his ear, hearing him give her a rewarding sigh. She kisses his earlobe, giving it a little bite before she release it, she whispers in his ear again
" How about we go back inside and go up stairs." The woman asked as her hands started to make their way down his chest through the opening of his shirt. Jack opens his eyes and looks behind his shoulder at the woman, remembering she was the red headed girl who was trying to bed Thomas. He takes her hands from off his chest and places them in his hands, giving them a little pat,
"Sorry luv." He unwraps himself out of her arms, still holding her hands in his.
"I'm no ones second choice…savvy?" He lets go of her hands, turning away from her. His face frowning walking off, "I need to go and find me self some bloody rum!"