I've fallen in love with Pirates of the Caribbean all over again, and so a new story was formed!
Unfortunately, I don't own Jack Sparrow, Tortuga, or anything from Pirates of the Caribbean, *sob*
Prologue
A four year old girl sat on the counter top, gazing around the busy pub. Tortuga's pub wasn't a good place for a young child to stay in, but the barmaid had little choice for where she could keep her daughter. The woman served another drunken, leering man and kissed her daughter on the top of the head. "Okay, Toniana?" The toddler turned round and beamed at her mother. "Yup."
"Another pint, darlin'!" The mother turned round, and began filling up a cup. Two men came in with a boy at their heels, and sat down at the only empty table at the busy tavern. One of the men, a rough looking, weather beaten lad, said something to the boy and gave him a push in the bars' direction.
The young boy swaggered over to the bar, heaved himself onto the barstool and looked around, an air of arrogance about him. After realising no one was paying attention to him, he turned to the girl. "Three rums, ta."
"You're no' old enough to drink sure?" He looked disgruntled, and sneered.
"I wasn't speaking to you, ghostie."
Toniana frowned, and asked "Ghostie?"
"What happened to your hair?"
"Nuthin'."
"Why's it all white then?"
"Dunno." The little girls hair curled in all directions, a bright, shining platinum blonde
"Well, hurry with those rums."
"What's your name?" The boy thought for a second.
"I'm called Jack." He thought for another second. "Jack Sparrow."
"That's boring."
"Is not!"
"My name is Toniana Flint, but most people call me Toni."
"Haha, you're a boy!"
"Am not!" Toni made to shove Jack of the barstool, but he was too quick to dodge. "I'm older so I'm faster," he boasted. "How old are you?" He added anxiously.
"Four," she answered.
"I'm seven." Jack laughed, and put his feet on the table. "I'm going to
be a pirate."
"Nah, you're too little!"
"I'll grow," he said, sitting up straighter. "What are you gonna be?"
"I'm gonna run mum's pub." Jack grinned evily.
"I reckon you'll be a pros-da-tude," he muttered, trying out the word.
"Wassat?"
"You're too little to know," he said airily, enjoying irritating the younger girl.
"I'm not!"
"You are. I'm not telling."
"What's a postatude?"
"You're saying it wrong."
"Your face is wrong!"
Jack leapt of the barstool and ran to the corner of the room, chanting "Toni's a prostitute, Toni's a prostitute!"
She chased after him, grabbing onto his shirt and ripping his sleeve. "Tell me!"
"Nah." Toni brought her arm back and delivered a heavy punch to his face. Jack reeled backwards, holding his cheek. "Uh, ow!"
"I'm gonna kill you!" He ran to the door, Toni chasing after him fast. Jack threw open the door, and let it swing into her face, laughing. He put his hands on his hips and yelled "You will always remember this as the day that you almost caught Jack Sparrow!" He scratched his head, and smiled, showing a silver tooth. "That's not bad, I should use it again sometime."
"I hope you drown, Jack Sparrow!"