Storrryyyah! Woot.
Carla officially retired from being a bar wench. She did so not because of old age, the disappearance of good looks, or incompetence for that matter; in fact she used to bring in the most money compared to the other ladies at The Sailor's Loft. She did so involuntarily; one man put her out of her career forever, and that man was none other than the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.
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"'ello luv, fine evening dontcha think?" Jack said as he sat down in front of the bar maid.
"Wot kin I get yeh, cap'n?" Carla replied with a smile as she examined the peculiar man. He is as good looking as they say.... She had, of course, heard of him before and seen him, too, but never actually been up close and talked to him. The other girls would spot him and rush to be at his side before you could even announce his presence. She figured it was pathetic; after all, they're getting excited over a pirate? Oh, sorry, pirate captain. Big whoop. I mean, their profession was low enough, if you can even call it that, and the only thing they did was inflate that man's ego even more. Their actions were so degrading that I wonder why I even do this. Oh, right, my mother was one, and the reputation is just dandy. Then again, it wasn't entirely her fault. It's bad enough to get paid for what we do, but to willingly offer yourself so early on in the night? ::shudder::
"I'd like yer best rum," Jack said and grinned, revealing several gold teeth.
"Comin' righ up," she answered, nonchalantly, although she was definitely wondering why this particular evening Jack decided to sit at the counter rather than at his usual table, telling some silly drunk lads his outrageously ridiculous tales, "'ere ye are, anythin' else?"
"Thas abou' right, Carla."
She wasn't shocked at all to find out that he knew her name, after all, Bill always shouted at everyone, she was no exception. So with that comment Carla started leaving to serve others, but was stopped by a "ahem" and she turned around.
"Do yeh want somethin'?" she said, somewhat impatiently.
"Yeah. ::pause::"
"Well, what?"
"You."
"Excuse me? ::starts to blush profusely::"
"Yeh heard me."
"Er, all right," she desperately tried to hide her shock and embarrassment but failed miserably. It's not that she never done it before, she's just never been asked for, well except for those groping drunkards who wouldn't be able to tell her apart from a donkey, and that doesn't really count as asking. This man was sober, well as sober as Jack gets. She always would go to some drunk, but still standing, young lad and seduce him, after all, she was only eighteen and found it rather disgusting to be with the older ones.
Jack noticed her facial expression and only chuckled.
"Excuse me, captain, wha es so funnay?"
Jack only laughed more.
"If yer jus gonna sit there n laugh, I really must get goin, I have others tuh serve, ye know."
"I'll make it worth yer while."
"Really, how so captain?"
"Call me Jack. I can show you the best night of your life."
With that her face turned red all over again, but with an attempt to regain her dignity, she replied, looking him straight in the eye, "I hardly doubt ye know what I desire."
"Yeah? Try me."
"What's my goal in life, and have I achieved it?"
"Ah, thas easy. To meet me, and yes you have."
"::sigh::"
"What?"
"yer so full o' yerself"
"I have every reason to be, luv."
"Why's that?"
"Haven't ye heard?"
"No. Would ye care to inform me?"
"Course lass! Come'n take a seat righ next tuh me and pour a lil rum for yeself."
She does as he says just to humor him. It wouldn't hurt to take the night off either. Plus, I'm sure Bill won't mind, after all, I'm Jack Sparrow's company. It'll look like I'm working. Jack begins his story and Carla sat, leaning against the counter with her elbow, observing Jack, occasionally sipping some rum. She paid less attention to his story and more to him.
That weathered tri-cornered hat has probably been through as much as he has. Red bandana, not a bad choice, it goes with his style...dreadlocks, what an interesting hairstyle, and those beads! I wonder what his hair feels like...not many grow their hair long and have it look appealing, yet Jack manages to...those kohl rimmed eyes...so alive with passion and fire, those beautiful eyes...oh, I could just stare at them forever...yikes! What's with me? Anyway...dual braided beard...that's definitely original...that mustache is so cute...his mouth...oh how I would love to explore that...moving down to his chest...oh so nicely tanned...muscular yet not overbearing...and his hands...oh! His hands are just so beautiful...dirty, yet I would like to know their touch...his body, oh, how I would love to touch him! He's so fit, strong but thin too...
At this point Jack notices her staring at him and although she was just at the stomach area, he thought it lower.
"Ahem."
"Huh?"
"Anxious to get up to the bedroom, luv?"
"No-I, uh, ahem, er, uh...how bout ye continue that story?"
"Oh, ok. Where did I leave off?"
"Uh..."
"Ye were payin attention, weren't yeh? So would yeh like tuh tell me, where was I?"
"All right, Jack. I wasn't listening."
"And so what were you doing?"
"Well, a little thinking."
"About? Wasn't me, or anything, huh? ::smirks:: guess there's no denying it."
"Well—"
She turned slowly to meet his eyes and found him smiling and eyeing her lips. He started leaning forward, but they only sat about nine inches apart, so he didn't have to do much to close the space between them. Carla was somewhat scared at first, but for what reason she did not know. She's been with dozens of men before, but then again, none as exotic as Captain Jack Sparrow. Turning away and denying Jack Sparrow's kiss was definitely against the rules. Jack put his arm around her waist and pulled her into a kiss, starting out slow and soft. At first somewhat scared, she didn't respond, but gradually became accustomed to his feel and taste and they progressed towards lusty desire. Ten seconds later, she climbed on top of Jack, sitting in his lap, legs tightly wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck, their mouths locked and furiously exploring the other. Carla's hands made her way down to his pants and she pulled his shirt out and seeped her hands underneath to rub his bare back. Jack responded by planting kisses down her neck, and then nuzzling her chest. Missing each other's lips, they returned to their previous position. With one hand on her back, Jack brought the other from her waist to her breast, causing her to sharply inhale which was succeeded by and "oh Jack!" moan. This was the point of no return.
If it hadn't been for Bill yelling at her, they would have done it, right then and there, on top of the counter. However, he profusely apologized on realizing he had just interrupted Jack, one of his best customers. The two took this break to make it up the stairs to Carla's bedroom. The other ladies eyed her jealously as they quickly made their way upstairs. Once they reached the room and locked it, Jack started to talk, but Carla cut him off by planting her lips on his and dragging him towards the bed, crazily ripping, well stripping, his clothes off. Jack, who hadn't been with a woman since the last visit to Tortuga, welcomed the familiar feeling...
She had been so caught up in his charm, his loveable charisma, and his breathtaking appearance that she didn't take the right precautions. Carla truly, desperately wanted him; it wasn't just some façade she put on. Hell, she would have even paid him to fuck with her; that's how badly she wanted it, oh how she desired him... She thoroughly enjoyed that pleasurable night and awoke the next morning disappointed by his departure and the few coins left on the floor. She brushed it off, knowing it was pointless to dream about the captivating, unrestrained Jack Sparrow, and went on to the day's duties. Carla felt changed, though, different somehow, but knew it was silly, after all, he was just another customer and everything that happened was expected, yet the strangest thing was the emotional attachment. No matter, what was done was done and she had no control of the past.
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Nine months later, she gave birth to her son, John, whom she cared for greatly, and he was the reason why she had to retire, more correctly, was fired. Even though she would never get into that business again, she still forced herself to exercise and get rid of all that fat. That wasn't a very easy task, mind you, and it took so much persistence and work and time. She would rather not have a job at all then be a bar wench and have her son grow up and be ashamed of her. Luckily for Carla, she made plenty from tips and such and the men she bedded with often left things behind, like watches and some jewelry, which she sold, and that was how she managed to buy a little house/shack to live in and care for her child. The landlord was particularly kind to her although she was a prostitute.
She had yet to meet Jack again, but then again, she hadn't spent much time in bars lately. He wouldn't have found out about the child anyway, because Bill had a policy of keeping those "superfluous pieces of information" secret, as to not scare customers away. Carla never said anything about Jack, when Johnny asked why he didn't have a father; she just simply responded that he died. Saying that he left would just bring up more questions and she didn't have the energy to make up a story and keep it straight all the time.
One capricious night seven years later, neither Carla nor John could sleep, and they were both hungry. The only places that would have cheap food, be open, and accept them as customers would be the pubs. After much whining from Johnny, Carla caved in; she could never deny her child. Deciding not to have a rather unpleasant reunion at The Sailor's Loft, she decided to enter The Lovely Maid next door. They sat at a small rectangular table near the entrance and ordered some meat and bread. Not wanting to set a bad example for her son, Carla refused alcohol and had water instead, although she could definitely used a swig to get her accustomed to that kind of atmosphere again.
Little Johnny had heard plenty of stories about Captain Jack Sparrow from the other little kids in the neighborhood. In fact, they often pretended to be pirates and swordfight, since they didn't go to school, heck there wasn't even a school in Tortuga. So although he had heard plenty of his stories, he had never actually seen the man, much less have met him but that soon was all about to change.
Carla hadn't changed too much in seven years, physically. After long months of exercise, she had managed to shrink her size down to almost how skinny she was previously, give or take a few inches. She had yet to show signs of old age on her face; after all, she was only 25, but she had definitely gone through much stress. Emotionally, she was much more mature, aware of the responsibilities that came with Johnny. She had never regretted having him, and the memories of that night with Jack weren't bad either. He was right; that was the best night of her life. And to top it off, she gained a child in the bargain. She thought of it like this, if she'd want any of her customers to be the father of her child, it was him. Had she done things differently that night, she definitely wouldn't have been able to grow as much. Seeing little Johnny do things and teaching him gave her so much joy, a purpose in life. Before the only thing she could focus on was getting money; survival. Now she was doing fairly well as a pick-pocket and giving Johnny a decent life.
Just as the two were adjusting to the noise and environment, Captain Jack had to make a grand entrance. At the sight of him she inhaled sharply and memories of the night with him started flooding her mind. He was still attractive and quite the same, yet she was sure he'd forgotten about her. Johnny noticed her mother's discomfort and questioned the man's identity.
"Don't worry about him. Are you done with the food? We should leave," Carla replied hastily.
Right after that, the bartender exclaimed, "Jack! So good tuh see yah!"
"Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please."
"Of course CAPTAIN!!! What'll it be?"
And at that Johnny's little eyes went big and being at the very impressionable age of six, he became super excited and ran off to greet him before Carla could stop him.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, sir?" Johnny timidly greeted the man.
"Why 'ello there young lad ::holds out hand for handshake::, and who might ye be?" responded Jack, who suddenly was hit by a wave of kindness and interest in the kid.
"John, sir."
"Good name. after your father?"
"No, sir. I, uh, don't know my father."
"Well that's a shame."
Carla made her way through the crowd to Jack and his pals at a table across the room and chimed in, "Yes it is, but Johnny, we should be getting home now. Say goodbye to the Captain and wish him fair winds, good sailing, that such stuff."
"Awwww, can't we stay a little please?"
"No, you should be asleep right now. We already had a little snack, and I'm sure Jack here is plenty busy and would like to get back to his drink, do a little gambling and spend the night with some company. ::quite distastefully:: "
Dismissing the last part, he decided to listen to his mom and with lots of respect and admiration said, "Nice meeting you, Captain ::grin:: I hope to see you again in the future?"
"Sure," Jack replied and Carla held Johnny by the hand and was about to walk away when he stopped them, "Wait, are you the lad's ma?"
"Yeah," Carla responded quickly, not really wanting to stay in his presence any further, for fear of him recognizing her.
"Whas yer name?" Jack questioned, sensing a bit of familiarity.
"I'd rather not say, with all do respect, I really must get going. Goodnight, Captain."
"And why is that?"
"Because that's just the way I feel."
"For goodness sakes Jack, just let the lady go," Gibbs said.
"I just want to know, okay? I know all the names of all the pretty girls out there ::wink::"
"For your information, Jack, I'm not available."
"She's got me," Johnny chimed in with a grin.
At this point one of the girls makes her way to the table and tries to smother herself all over Jack after saying, "Beat it Carla, this ain no place for ye and yer kid. Jack's mine tonight." With that comment a smile plays around Jack's lips, seriously humored about her possessiveness. But also, he had just gotten her name. Carla, strangely familiar. I'd have to think about that a little more.
"Don't mind me, I was just leaving Jamie. Catcha around."
Just as the two almost left The Lovely Maid, Jack yelled out, "Carla? From The Sailor's Loft? Seven years ago?"
SHIT.
What was she to say? After all, she wouldn't know his response. It's not like he'd help her out anyway. There wouldn't be a point to admitting it, would there? Would it do good for Johnny to know that his father did exist and that she lied to her? Especially since Jack was a pirate, always at sea. It wouldn't do any good for her son, her point and purpose in the world, to be wishing he were with his father instead of with her pathetic mother. No, that wouldn't do any good. It's not like he would ever settle down with her and take care of Johnny. That would be unheard of, to give all what he has up for a family? Would he ask them to go with him on the Pearl? Nigh unlikely. What if he didn't even care at all? What if he just said, oh, yeah, good times, that's not my son is it? Oh, it is? Well, lucky you then, huh! Here's some money, take care of him. That would do a whole lotta good for Johnny. Or what if he wanted to take Johnny? It was his son too. She wouldn't begin to imagine what she would do without him. Her whole lifestyle revolved around him. ANYTHING could happen; the ball was entire in his court after her response. Once she said something, she would have no control of what would enfold. Could she take that chance, that risk in this one response that could change their lives forever? Would she regret it? The stakes were too high...
"Oh, I'm sorry, you must have me mistaken for someone else."
With that, she left with Johnny, wondering if she made the right decision.
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YAY! :) that was fun. schools finally out for meh! yeah! time to break out the movies! review. do it. DO IT. DO IT!!!
