"Come now,captain,I've known you for more then a day and I know you can swing a sword better then that!" I teased.
"I'm full of rum,love!"
"Oh excuses,excuses!" I spun,tipping my non-intoxicated body so it swept the captain's feet off of the ground,my other hand running freely in the air behind me and my raven hair flying with it. I moved more like dancer then a swordsmen...or swordswomen.
The captain fell with a thud onto his back into the sand of the deserted island. A smile spread more on my face as I fell to my knees almost silently beside him,one hand on each side of his stomach. I smiled down at him,against my better judgement.
"Love,you'll be the death of me." He joked with a smile as he rubbed my arms,the warmth of his hands in the cold night air giving my spine a tingle. I smiled sadly.
"You'll get off this retched island and forget me,there'll be no death involved." I said quietly,not moving but looking away.
"When I get off this island,I'll be taking you with me." he said,grabbing my cheek gently and moving my face to look at him. His face glowed in the fire light. I smiled more and lade down gently on top of him,my head on his chest.
"Don't make a promise you wont keep,Jack. I can tell by the way you act you're a ladies man,so why dwell on a damsel you met on an island after being marooned?" I asked,unable to hide the sadness in my voice.
"'Cause you're no ordinary damsel. I don't love the others,Rosemary." I didn't answer,just enjoyed the company. He was drunk after all.
He'd end up leaving me the next day,as I planned but even though I knew it was coming it still made be displeased. A captain without honor isn't a captain,just a sailor with luck. I ended up escaping on a boat of rumrunners,but that wouldn't be the last day Captain Jack Sparrow ever heard from me.
Wanted-Dead or Alive
Rosemary Delia
Offences:Piracy,Theft,Refusal of Corporation.
Information of capture or location to Commodore Norrington of Port Royal will be REWARDED with $50,000
I stretched as the sun rose above the horizon of Tortuga. I smiled at the thought of freedom of the horrid island I had left. Thank the ocean for rumrunners. I was free..well as free as you get with a pirate-hating commodore on your tale. But I had plans of getting out of this alive and happy.
I'd acquired mans clothing and had a plan all worked out. I'd become a member of a crew and no one would know I was really the hated pirate the Commodore searched for. I had on dark brown sailor pants and a white sailor shirt. My mid back length raven hair was folded into the bandana atop my head,only strands falling into my eyes were noticeable.
There were few flaws to my appearance:my feminine curves,feminine face,and my eyes. My baggy clothes covered the curves,my had shadowed my face,but my eyes were unchangeable. They were the color of the sea,calm and loving but they held a troubled soul and a fire hotter then hell.
I was no ordinary female. I didn't need the company of a man to make me complete. I'd held trust with only one and that trusted been broken,so I gave up. I was on my own but I would fend easily. I witty and keen,no need for a man to slow my pace.
I walked down the streets toward the docks of the small island. I passed the nearest of pubs and looked in the window. A crowd had gathered around a small table. My curiosity grabbed hold of the better of me and I walked in,walking to the shadows and listening intently to the men's conversation.
"Why do you need a new crew?",a husky man asked in front of the table.
"Our crew was cut short after a run in with the Navy.".a shorter man sitting behind the table replied.
"Alright then.",the bigger said,signing the ripped and tattered paper that had few other names on it.
"And why should the Black Pearl allow ye aboard?",the smaller asked.
I didn't listen to the others reply as moved in front of him grabbing the paper and signing my name. They both looked at me,the bigger one laughed before walking away. The man remaining smirked. Why the smirk? Because I wasn't an over sized "all bronze and no brains" idiot. But I had skill and for the better now-smarts.
"Why shouldn't she? As I've heard,you're desperate. To come to the small and idiot infested Tortuga is a sign of harsh need. Now you can acquire a new hand or lose one,it's your choice,but choose wisely." I said darkly,my soft feminine voice out of trace. I turned and began walking away.
"Boarding is at noon!" the man called. I smirked. This was my break. I'd been abandoned twice,once as a captain,once by a captain. But I was starting anew. And I was planning to leave the past behind. Him included.
Some plans get changed.