Disclaimer: Sadly the sexy captain does not belong to me and I get no money from this so there will be no money to get if you would like to sue me.
AN: At the end of my chapters I'm putting a little nothing scene that is funny or maybe just something that stuck in my head. Read if you like, enjoy it if you do.
The sun was beginning to set at the Black Pearl poured hungry, cabin-crazed pirates onto the dock. When the last rays of sun just barely hung onto the horizon, the ship was empty save for three men. Two men were assigned the important job of guarding the Pearl's positions. The other was none other than Captain Jack Sparrow who had busied himself with deck work until all had left. The crew believed it to be bad luck for a captain to vacate a docking ship before the ships members. Jack thought this to be silly when the ship's supply of rum had failed him two days ago.
When at last the ship was emptied, Jack stepped onto the dock and said to himself "Tortuga." It was the only piece of land he called home. He inhaled the sweet smell of gunfire, sea air, and liquor as he watched men chase cheap alcohol and cheaper women. No other port could ever compare to Tortuga. He made his way to a tavern he was well known in and was instantly greeted by women, friends, and young men trying to learn how to be him. Jack worked his way to a table and sat with a bar wench on each leg and ordered a bottle of rum. He waited for a moment and no rum came his way. His dark eyes scanned the room and found their target: A pale-skinned red headed waitress. She had just handed a man a mug and now stood over his table making small talk. Feeling an immense need for rum, Jack motioned to her and yelled for rum. She nodded in his direction but made no action to stop her conversation.
"What the bloody hell does a man got to do to get a drink around here?" he asked more to himself. "Doesn't she know who I am?"
"Don't you be payin' no mind to Lila; she's new 'round here." Said the make up covered brunet sitting on his left. "You best be treatin' her nice. She's in charge of the bar now." Jack shot the woman a confused look.
"That's right," said the other woman on Jack's right. "Captain Sparrow hasn't been here since Reilly fell ill. That be his granddaughter." The wench silenced as the subject began to walk over to them.
"So," she began with her hands on her hips. "You're the one who's got all me girls so distracted tonight? Jack Sparrow, am I right?"
The infamous captain could not help but grin at both her attitude and the false British accent she held over her natural Irish one before speaking. "Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please, luv."
"Well, captain, what is it that I you need me to do for you?"
The man got a devilish look in his eyes as he studied her a bit closer. Upon closer inspection, he found her seemingly flawless skin was marred with small scars and a healing cut just above her eyebrow. She leaned over the table as she talked which allowed whomever she spoke with to peek just within her bodice. Jack had allowed his eyes to wander to this spot before offering his wishes to the girl. "For starters, hearing your name and then maybe you can join me and me lasses here for a little fun… after you bring me rum, of course." She grinned at this comment, finding more comedy than insult in his forward approach.
"My name is Delilah and I don't think that me husband would like that. Now I can bring you your rum if you would kindly be patient." Jack flashed a grin again before nodding and waving toward the bar. He stared at the sway of her hips as she disappeared within the mists of drunken fights.
"That girl is wound up tight." Both the wenches agreed with Jack's comment by nodding
The tavern closed sometime around two in the morning. Jack had stayed with Mary and Bella, the two wenches, as they finished cleaning. Not long after they had closed, a tall man entered through the back door. Jack had assumed the man to be Delilah's husband when she left the bar in the hands of Mary with instructions to lock everything up before taking the captain to one of the rooms above.
The girls had difficulties finishing their chores with the lustful eyes of Captain Jack Sparrow watching their every move. Not that they were complaining. The smooth talk and husky voice of the handsome man in front of them drove them crazy. Finally, they decided their chores could wait and led the captain to an upper bedroom.
Jack had finished with his girls and left to go back to his ship an hour or so later. The slightly drunk pirate could not help but overhear the voices from the alleyway. The voices of a man and a woman fighting over something. The woman was crying hysterically as he peered down the alley but did not enter for a closer investigation. In the dim light from the stars, Jack could have sworn the hysterical woman was none other then Delilah.
Feeling there was nothing he could do to improve the situation, Jack began to leave but stopped in his tracks when he heard a loud slap and high-pitched scream. He turned to find the woman holding her cheek as the man hit her again, this time hard enough to knock her to the ground. Jack moved toward the scene to stop any further harm but was not quick enough to stop the man from stabbing the woman in the stomach. He kicked her once more before Jack had slammed the man against the wall. He had been so busy beating the woman, he could not see Jack advancing toward him.
The woman watched from her place on the ground as Jack beat the man senseless before her world faded to blackness. When he was sure the man was out, Jack turned to the now unconscious woman. It had in fact been Delilah and her husband. He cradled the woman in his arms and carried her back to the ship.
When Delilah woke, every part of her body ached. She let out a loud groan as she tried to sit up in the bed. Her eyes scanned the room. It was a small, plain room. The walls were bare and the room was empted aside from the large bed and a chest to store belongings. Her eyes fell to the corner closest to her left where sat a sleeping Jack Sparrow. He had started to stir when she groaned and his eyes soon popped open followed by a large stretching yarn.
"Good morning', luv. You feelin' better?" He said as he walked toward the bed.
"Where am I" asked Delilah, her Irish accent now bold and uncovered. "And who are you?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow remember? I was at your bar a few nights ago." The girl's eyes were blank. "You don't remember me?" She shook her head slowly. "What can you remember?"
She thought to herself for a moment. Her head began to hurt as she dug and searched every crevasse of her mind for anything willing to surface. Not a single memory would show itself, no matter how hard she called upon it. She tried to think of her name and not even that would come to her. "Nothing," she replied as a tear slowly slid down her cheek. "Jack," she began "what happened to me?"
The Faery's Dress
"Are you ready?" Called a voice from another room to a very annoyed Jack Sparrow.
"Would you just let me see you already? What the bloody hell could take ye so long to get dressed?" He sighed from his relaxed position on the couch.
Finally, a girl with dyed bright red hair walked into the room. Jack scanned her from head to toe. Her face had been painted with black twirls along her temples that attached to her eyelids that had been colored silver, gray and black in a smoky effect. She wore a clean white poet shirt gaped open to show much cleavage. Above the shirt was a black bodice. She wore two skirts. The first one was short and black with ragged edges and the second was the typical striped skirt you would find in a pirate costume. Below the hemline sat two pairs of thigh high tights pulled down to show her skin. The black and white striped, fishnet cover tights continued down to a pair of shined boots that also seemed to come from a pirate costume. After a long, hard look, Jack let out a small sigh at the girl's modern pirate costume.
"You don't like it?" She asked.
"How is it that you managed to take every pirate stereotype and pushed it into one insulting yet attractive outfit?"
The Faery thought to herself for a moment before speaking. "Just lucky I guess."