Captain's Wench
(A.N.) This is my first Pirates of the Caribbean fic ever, so please be kind. Opinions would be great.
I own nothing so please don't sue.
"This is going to hurt, isn't it?"
"Quit your whining!"
"Oww!"
"Sigh, If you don't stop moving I'm going to give you a tattoo of Papa smurf instead!"
"…I'll be good…"
"Hmm, I thought so." And I knew he was grinning, the sadistic bastard!
"Hay, Nate?"
"Ya?"
"Why do you want a replica of the tattoo on Captain Jack Sparrow's wrist on the small of
your back?"
Hmm Why indeed, I thought to myself.
"Why, can't do it?" was how I answered laced with my well known smirk that currently
he couldn't see anyway.
"Don't mock me Nate." Brendan replied.
"I'm still not done yet and there is plenty of time left for me to fuck it up." He said continuing.
"Ok, ok no need to get touchy." I muttered quietly.
"…But we are touching." I new his eyes were still focused on the small of my back and I felt his free hand lightly touch my stomach.
"Nate." He said in a drawling voice with slight amusement. "Does your brother know you're here?"
"No." I said as I made that snaky free hand of his bleed a little with my trusty switch blade that I always carried with me. You never knew when you'd have to sharpen a pencil.
"And he won't find out as long as you finish the damn tattoo so I can leave." Unnerved from the cut he drew his hand away and continued 'working'. From all the drugs Brendan took it was a wonder that he could feel anything. He must have screwed up his entire nervous system when he was thirteen.
"Your no fun Nate, I thought you used to like me." I could actually see him pout in my minds eye. Ya, 'used to' were the key words. I thought back when I was still Henry's, his best buddy's little awkward sister. Funny how after the bitch slap of puberty and the dimming away of the welting bruise could in fact actually leave a person looking beautiful. Not to get me wrong I still felt ugly in the inside and would probably always feel that way; but after the baby fat went away and the giant mountains of pus left my face it seemed like everyone who had ever made fun of me back in high school was now literally kissing my ass for attention. It was freaking me out. I kind of liked it better when they ignored my presence.
"Ok…awkward." Brendan said breaking the long silence as well as my thoughts. "Any way I'm done here have a look." He took out his cell phone and took a picture of the art he had created. I grabbed the phone and stared. It was perfect, just like the one in the movie. For a junky, Brendan, was an aspiring artist and believe it or not a pharmacist. The second was his day job. Go figure. The picture still captivating me, he had gotten it right from the image of the sparrow to the outline of the sun and the water beneath it in the bird's background.
"Eghem." I snapped the phone shut not before deleting the picture. "My payment."
"Oh, yes, fifty bucks you said…" Rummaging though a coffin shaped bag could be quite humorous in a public place, such as church, but within the presence of a masochistic pervert it's rather nerving especially when you can't find your wallet.
My left hand was suddenly stopped. "You know what?" He said. "Forget the money. I'll give it to you on the house, if you answer me this." His eyes suddenly bore into mine with a seriousness that I did not expect to find in their bloodshot sleepy state. "Why, would you of all people get a tattoo? Especially a replica of one from a movie! I mean I love pirates too, but this is not like you!"
I never liked physical contact from anyone and this constant 'touching' of his was getting annoying. "I'll pass on your offer." I shoved the fifty dollars I had just found into his hands. "Oh, and Brendan, if you ever tell anyone especially my brother I got this little piece of art, you'll find those pictures of you from last Halloween mysteriously all over myspace."
"What?"
You know the ones of you, after your gothic cousin and her friends gave you a little makeover?" This was too good. His body gave an involuntary shudder. "All that glitter…" He said in a hallowed out whisper of a voice.
"See you later hun," was what I said after kissing his forehead playfully. Walking out that door I strutted self satisfied under the hot California sun paved streets and retreated to the tiny yet delightful Blue Moon Café three blocks down from where I started from. Hay, it was better then waiting in line at the Starbucks next door for forty-five minutes.
"Nanette!" said the friendly waiter's voice. "Would it be the usual?" I nodded with a smile that didn't reach my eyes. Craig the friendly buddist/zen waiter of Blue Moon Café was a year older then me and we had gone to high school together. As a junior I told him I loved him. He said he was flattered. As a freshman I bared him my broken soul. He hugged me with a sad smile on his face. Too kind to hate, he was the third man to ever break my heart. It still pained me to see him choose the company of the biggest whore in his class back in his high school days over mine. Whom, she at the moment was reading a People magazine at the corner drinking her nonfat soy latte with double shots of vanilla. Yes, I knew her favorite drink. Know the enemy, isn't that written in the Bible somewhere? Besides you never knew when you might have to use your poison ring…hehehe. "Here you go." His cheery voice said as her served me my dark espresso; no sugar, no foam with a hint of cinnamon. Not bringing myself to look up, I muttered a thank you. I couldn't look at his lovely face. It was moments like these that made me wish I carried a flask in order to spike my drinks. Sigh, Why was the rum always gone when you needed it most?
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