Hi! This is chapter one of (hopefully) a good PotC story. I wouldn't say I'm brilliant at writing...but if you like it, my job is done ! I've been missing writing Sparralicas so I NEEDED to write this first chapter. This is carried on from the end of the fourth movie. And yes this IS a Sparralica! So... less chat... more story!
Disclaimer: No I do not own the honourable Pirates of the Caribbean. (Slightly offended D=)
Chapter 1: An Artful Partnership
The sun beamed down over the bustling port of Tortuga, the humidity intensifying all those within its arms- mostly whores and pirates.
Being humid, the Earth brought no wind.
No wind meant no sailing.
And no sailing meant more pirates trapped on Tortuga.
One pirates (who had cleverly predicted the sudden change in the wicked weather a few days prior), was staying in the most popular pirate tavern of the entire port, sat in a flimsy oak chair, hat tilted over his eyes, legs crossed over the timbered table where his boots rested.
Any 'normal' pirate wouldn't have even passed a glance over the man, thinking him to be purely sleeping, but in actual fact he wasn't.
His most faithful (but not exactly trusted) friend sat next to him, glaring in utter frustration at the bobbing object inside the clear bottle before them, slowly sipping his rum.
They were attempting to notice of the ship in the bottle caught anyone's attention.
The 'Captain' pirate seemed keen on selling their entire 'fleet' they'd obtained whilst on their quest to the fountain.
Well, considering none of the two got any years from another, they deserved to gain something out of the trip. So they were both very content with their gain.
They may have wanted to sell their fleet however the whole part of the act was to keep one bottle for themselves. They desired what was inside, and needed to find out how exactly to get it out.
Their selling scheme was intelligent, like how the Captain knew that a few days before pirates would start to flock to land, therefore they needed to head for the biggest pirate port in the Caribbean- Tortuga.
This particular pirate may have been regarded as 'mad' but there was no doubt whatsoever that he truly was expertly cunning. No doubts at all.
In this particular plan most buyers would know how to use their product, consequently showing the two sellers how to actually get into the bottle. They hadn't been successful yet- no customers.
"Shall we give up now, Jack?" the grubbier of the two asked.
The one named Jack didn't move and lowly replied, "No. Not until I've got what we came for, Joshamee."
Joshamee sighed and slumped back in his chair, slightly bored. Surely... some alcohol would resolve his boredom...
"More rum then?" he asked, knowing the answer would be positive.
Jack grinned. His friend could tell he was by the slight amusement in his voice. "Aye, Gibbs. Silly question..." Gibbs shook his head and stood up, knowing he'd better get a move on. He turned to leave... "...You're buyin' though!"
Gibbs turned back and shot him an icy glare. He turned again and grumbled some sort of insult but Jack couldn't be bothered listening.
"Oh and- make mine a triple mate!" he shouted after the grubby man, gaining another venomous stare from the chap. No wonder he felt so narked around his captain!
Jack let his head fall back, carefully leaning it on the wood panelled wall behind him. His eyes slowly shut, his tri corner hat slipping further down his nose.
He loved being in the tranquil part of the tavern, he never usually found a place to be alone that much... especially with lady pirates around...
But this was enjoyable. So blissful...so peaceful...so...quiet.
He was lucky he'd got the place all to his lonesome...he needed time to think. Once he'd got his Pearl back everything could go back to what it was. Before he'd met Hector Barbossa, obviously.
When he got his beloved ship back, there would be no more of this. No more lingering on land. No more uncomfortable situations aboard another pirate's ship (unless he's raiding it).
'No Jackie... there'll be none 'o that... jus' you, y' crew an' yer magnificent ship...'
He smiled at that moment, seeing his dream ship, his dream crew... his dream life.
"Excuse me."
He frowned, trying to cling onto his daydream and ignore the oddly familiar voice, suspecting he was imagining it anyway since it was that of a Spanish female. Yet in his mind he could not picture the woman on his Pearl... so he couldn't have been imagining her voice...
She cleared her throat.
"Hey! Are you dead or are you going to answer me?" she growled loudly, slamming her hands on the free space of the table.
He jumped from the sudden vibration, causing his hat to fall onto the table, his eyes revealing an angry (but very beautiful) thirty year old female with cocoa brown curls and shadowy maple eyes.
She raised an eyebrow.
"Lost for words are we?" she asked, holding a smug smirk on her pink pouty lips. He smiled. "Almost..." he breathed, shocked at the woman's presence at that moment. "...you look...umm..."
He paused when she sat on the chair opposite him, studying him with venom and... Something he couldn't quite register...
"...great..." he finished, hypnotised by her being. "...I'm actually surprised you're even sat this close t'me after wot meself did t'ye." She forced a smile. "Oh don't worry Jack..."
He let out a sigh of relief...
"...I'll get you back..."
He inhaled sharply.
"...No one leaved me on an island to rot and doe, Jack. You are not helping yourself by acting like you are surprised that I am here." She whispered, haunting him with nothing but words.
He frowned and opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, struggling for the right thing to say.
"...I...I.. I am NOT acting!" he pouted childishly, taking his feet from the table.
The female narrowed her eyes. "Why are you here, Jack?"
He slightly shifted his gaze to the 'advert' of the ship in a bottle on the table next to her, and then accidentally made the mistake of meeting her eyes with his.
"The... No reason."
She lifted an eyebrow.
"Well... that ye should know anyway..."
She smiled evilly. It grew when she saw him clench his teeth in pain, just as her sharp pointed boot added pressure to his crotch underneath the table. He quietly whimpered in pain but still held a clumsy smile... almost showing her the amusement she hadn't realised she was sharing with him.
"Tell me what you are doing here." She ordered, releasing from the stabbing pain he was trapped in.
He sighed, bringing on his 'believable-but-not-exactly-true' persona he often portrayed successfully. "Fine. Look Angelica, the only bloody reason I'm 'ere is t'find a brothel... –AH!-"
Her metal toe capped boot collided into his privates, causing the usually so charming and laid back captain to curse rather loudly in a torture he hadn't experienced before.
Angelica twirled a ringlet around her finger, cheekily flirting even thought she'd just full on kicked him in the parts she'd only dreamed of seeing...
"Tell me..." she whispered dangerously, rubbing the heavy, cold toe of her boot down over his groin...taunting...warning...playing.
Jack swallowed.
"I need t'find someone who can get me ship out of that bloody glass obstacle." He admitted, sighing with relief when her foot removed itself from his balls.
"You can't get it out?" she asked, trying to hide an amused snicker. Jack's puppy dog eyes fell to the floor and his cheeks rushed a glowing rose. "No. I can't..." he said quietly, through gritted teeth, really trying to cool his temper with the pirate sex goddess...
"I know someone who can help you." She said, catching a laughter aching breath. Jack sat up straight and flicked his gaze back to her glittering flames.
"Why are y'suddenly so keen on advisin' me, love? Not two minutes prior to this y'were gonna insist on bruisin' me nether regions...again...and even more...as they are now temporarily out of use!"
She rolled her eyes, finding it completely hilarious underneath.
"I can get your Pearl out of a bottle, Jack. It is simple."
His eyes widened and a hopeful grin played over his lips...which Angelica's eyes were quickly diverted to before acknowledging his stupid question.
"'Ow?"
She sighed heavily.
"I cannot tell you."
He scoffed, sighed and slumped back down in his chair. "Bloody 'ell."
He placed his hat upon his head and fixed his eyes on hers. She smiled before she could stop herself, showing the glint he'd first fallen in love with in her dark irises.
He could remember their night of seduction clearly; it was unlike any he'd ever experienced (in a good way). They'd never gotten as far as he'd wished to. Not even as far as removing their bottom half of clothing. He'd craved more. He still wanted more. His maroon eyes skimmed over her olive skinned face, and then her neck and shoulders, then the top of her heaving chest...
"Alright!"
He'd given in. And she knew it.
"Wot do I 'ave to do?"
She launched herself forward, arms reaching out. She grabbed handfuls of his waistcoat and shirt, ignoring the long navy blue overcoat on his back. She pulled him roughly towards her and leaned in subtly, so they both met in the middle of the table.
Jack swallowed, slightly sceptical about accepting the content of the easily arousing woman's offer...
"Jack..." she breathed, fluttering her long spidery eyelashes against his bronzed nose, brushing over his lips with hers, causing the drowning Jack to feel his recently abused crotch tensed enormously.
"...all you have to do..."
Her smooth lips carefully guided themselves over his mouth and down his haired chin, enjoying his flavour. She hated him for the things he'd put her through but she loved him... god she loved him! The taste of him made her wish she hadn't maintained her virginity... she'd resisted him?
She sighed in frustration and left a kiss on his bottom lip.
"...all you have to do is make me first mate."
She looked into his lively maroon eyes. He was phased put, he looked like he was drunk –only not on rum, on the single feeling Angelica could make him feel.
After no response she took it he'd been imagining them together... or undressing her in his mind... she tended to do that over him too... secretly though...
"Jack?"
He shook his head with a dazed expression. "Hm?"
His eyes widened when he played back what she'd said.
"First mate? I couldn't do that! Gibbs is the best! The one and only!"
Angelica shrugged and let go of his shirt, pushing him back down into his seat. "Oh, alright then. I'll just leave you to get the Pearl out yourself then." She stood up and turned, honestly thinking of leaving at that point.
"No! No! Wait!"
She turned immediately and found Jack standing bolt upright, hand lightly gripping her upper arm, wearing an emotion that displayed 'I-need-you' (and that could have multiple definitions).
"First mate? Are ye sure?"
She nodded.
Jack grinned and cleared his throat. "Not... co-captain then?"
Angelica gulped. He wasn't seriously offering...?
"Because that position is there if ye be wantin' it."
She frowned not believing this was as straight forward as any other deal she'd accepted before. "What's the catch Sparrow?"
"Nothin'! No catch! It's co-captain o' nothin' else!" he quickly replied, almost beginning to sound like a begging dog. She turned to look at him properly, face to face.
"Fine. But no catch means no tricks- okay?"
Jack grinned and drew an 'X' with a pointed finger over his chest. "Cross me 'eart." She narrowed her eyes suspiciously.
He held out his hand, sealing the deal officially.
"Do we 'ave an accord?"
She hesitated for a few seconds, hoping to god she was doing the right thing- well, who else was there to go to?
Her father was dead and gone.
The nuns would never accept her again.
And Barbossa was a cur and an enemy.
Only Jack.
Despite the fact he'd marooned her on an island, she'd actually found herself beginning to feel forgiveness towards him.
Why? Because he was always there for her. Somewhere in the woodwork.
He would always take her on. Always. So letting go was another matter...but that wasn't what was important to would NOT go next time. Oh NO.
She smiled, happy with the deal and then shook his calloused hand firmly.
"Agreed." They said in unison, nodding their heads.
He grinned again and sat back down. She turned to leave him. "OI! Where y'goin'? We 'aven't 'ad a drink yet! Oh an' Gibbs needs t'know the agreement."
She sat back down.
"No he does not. Jack, only I and you can know about this, okay?"
Jack refused by shaking his head.
"That wasn't part o' the deal. If 'e don't know then 'e an' the crew will be confused..."
"I know that. But people will come after us Jack-"
"Why?"
"Hello? I am the daughter of Blackbeard! BLACKBEARD! My father's enemies will seek out their revenge by killing me. And their revenge includes killing all those who are my friends too..." she bit her lip. "...or lovers."
Jack froze.
"That includes me then. And one of these avengers, 'e's the one legged man? Barabossa?" She nodded. He gulped and nodded.
He put on a smile. "Well then. No one need be knowin' our agreement. For both our sakes. I'm really glad I didn't lose you for good on that island..."
She opened her mouth to reply but was rudely interrupted.
"Jack!"
His dark eyes slowly tore away from hers.
"Gibbs! Where 'ave y'been y'scabby goat? Guess wot?"
Joshamee dumped the load of togs on the table, careful not to hit the ship in a bottle on his way. Gibbs smiled at his best friend obviously not noticing the familiar Latin blooded female (he knew that Jack had developed more feelings for since marooning her) sat across from the eccentric fellow.
"What, Jack?"
"We're gettin' the Pearl out!"
"Ay? 'Ow?"
Jack grinned and gestured towards his old flame.
Gibbs froze with shock.
"With Angelica."
Thanks for actually making it to the end! I'll post the next chapter as soon as I can! I owe you all a rum... but unfortunately... *turns out pockets* ... I'm all out. Sorry guys :/
I'll make it up to you by posting more chapters soon! Please review, I love to hear what you think!
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