Chapter One
Here it is: the sequel to She's Belle. You can see that I was on top form when thinking of the title. This chapter is kind of short so I'll update asap to make up for it, PROMISE!
Disclaimer – I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean but I do own Belle. Bits and pieces of the plot line are mine but there will be heavy involvement of the Curse of the Black Pearl which isn't mine.
Twenty three years ago, I first met Jack Sparrow. I was eleven years old and I was not the prettiest girl ever: thin, limp reddish blonde hair, unattractive freckles, stick figure and short as one can be and still be considered older than about seven. He was roguish, even at fourteen, and flirtatious. He found my name, Belle, extremely amusing as it meant 'beautiful'. We never saw each other until thirteen years later and, after a series of events, became as romantically involved as Jack Sparrow can. He treated meas I suspect he's treated many women – like the only one that matters. He did bed me more than once, which I hear is extremely rare for Jack Sparrow. We were abandoned on an island by his ugly, disrespectful and perverted first mate: Hector Barbossa. When we escaped, it took Jack the entire journey back to Tortuga and about four hours before he abandoned me. The only thing he left me was a drawing of me that he'd done whilst I slept and a little note saying 'sorry love' which he had delivered to me by two hookers that he had slept with before he left. Well, that and something else. That was ten years ago. I hadn't seen him since then and the stories had dwindled for me. I knew he hadn't found Barbossa from Gibbs who had abandoned the British Navy for a life of piracy and we spent most of our time together. I hadn't left Tortuga, feeling the adventure seep from my bones. Gibbs seemed to know everything and let me know in turn. But he hadn't heard what I was overhearing as I sat alone in a bar with rum dressed so no one would mistake me for a whore. I had on a white shirt secured with a ruby red sash around my waist, my belt with weapons attached beneath it, black breeches, black knee high boots with golden buckles up the side and a long deep blue coat that reached just above my knees. My long dark blonde hair was in a side plait over my right shoulder and a black leather hat rested on my head.
"Jack Sparrow is here," gushed a whore. She was probably hoping he'd bed her. I didn't particularly think her hope was in vain. She was attractive: silky brown hair, clean dress, lean figure, what more could he want? She got paid and he got pleasured. Everybody wins, I thought bitterly. Then it clicked in my brain. Did she say Jack Sparrow was in Tortuga? I didn't know what to think. Instead of processing it, I downed the rum and left the bar in search of something to distract me. What I found both amused me and angered me. I saw Scarlett then Giselle slap the infamous 'Captain' Jack Sparrow.
"I may have deserved that," Jack muttered to a young boy as Giselle walked away. She caught my eye and scurried in the opposite direction. After I'd threatened to kill her, she'd avoided me. Good. I approached Jack as he turned around. The boy he was with eyed me, being the only one to notice me. His hair was in a ponytail and he looked very out of place but also familiar. Holy sweet horizon, I knew who he looked like. But I had something to deal with. Pulling my fist back and throwing it forward, I punched Jack straight in the nose. He cried out and fell backwards as I watched in satisfaction.
"I suppose you didn't deserve that one either," the boy asked Jack who was adjusting his twisted nose. Jack looked up and straight into my furious eyes.
"No, that one I deserved," he admitted and I glared as he stood up. The boy eyed me warily.
"I'm not walking away like the others. I should shoot you in your balls for what you did to me Sparrow. And what the hell are you staring at Turner?" I demanded, looking at the boy. He gaped and Jack looked shocked.
"How did you know who he was?" he asked and I rolled my eyes.
"Come on Sparrow, it's obvious he's Bootstrap's son. The question is: what is he doing here?" I asked curiously.
"His lovely lass is in need of assistance," Jack answered and I laughed loudly.
"At least he's not taking a leaf out of her book and abandoning her," I snarled and Turner seemed to realise that I was more than just some whore, despite what I felt like.
"Love, I have a perfect explanation for that-." I cut him off by slapping him.
"If you'd had a perfect explanation, you wouldn't have left me alone with no goodbye!" I cried, feeling utterly pathetic but needed to vent my anger.
"Belle-."
"NO! I do NOT want to hear it. Now, Turner, do you have a first name?" I asked snappily, turning away from Jack.
"Will," he answered and I smiled.
"Just like your father. You look just like him," I said softly and Will smiled.
"Oh sure, smile when she says it but threaten me when I say it," Jack commented sarcastically from the background. I didn't bother acknowledging him but took satisfaction from his comment.
"What was he like?" Will asked eagerly and I smiled. Gesturing my arm, I started walking.
"Let's walk and talk. We have to find someone necessary for your needs." I knew they were after a ship and a crew. Will started following me and I didn't wait to see if Jack did. "Your father was very respectable, especially for a pirate. He actually had a moral standard and I liked him the best of Sparrow's crew," I started but Will gaped at me.
"What do you mean by 'Sparrow's crew'?" he asked and I shook my head.
"He used to be captain of the Black Pearl," I answered and Will looked gobsmacked.
"He didn't mention that part," he told me and I shrugged.
"His ego probably insisted that you already knew. Anyway, Bootstrap was a very level headed person and caring too. When I heard about his death, I was furious. I knew he'd died because of a certain pirate but also because of me and it didn't sit right. Barbossa is going to suffer when I get my hands on him," I swore and Will nodded, not saying anything. We arrived in the stables where Gibbs was curled up with some pigs. "Wake him up. I'll be waiting." And I walked away, trying very hard not to shoot Jack. This was not fair.
Well there you have it. Don't worry, it will get better! Love Bianca :) x
