Hey Welcome to my first Fanfic, of course it HAD to be in POTC now didn't
it?!
First the technical bit, my disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise from Pirates of the Caribbean that means characters, scenery everything. Anything/anyone you don't recognise belongs to me.
Lara sat, staring into the deep amber liquid in her bottle. She bought the bottle to her lips to take a gulp, but immediately replaced it back on the table next to the numerous numbers of bottles, a couple with the dregs of the rum she had been working her way through since early that morning.
She couldn't take another sip, the moment the rim of the bottle touched her lips she was reminded of everything. The satin touch of his lips flew into her mind, and she turned cold. This was immediately followed by the image of her best friend, and first mate's body lying on deck in a pool of blood. She turned hot with rage, and took a very large swig of her bottle. The images kept replaying round, and round her head, but all in a rush. Things seemed disjointed, and in the wrong order. She took another swig, trying to clear her mind. Replacing the bottle on the table Lara looked at the empty bottles with bleary eyes. 'Stay sshtill,' she muttered as she tried to count the bottles, sure she had gone over her usual limit of six.
Giving up she finished her bottle and called for the barman, or whom she thought was the barman. As he walked over he noticed that she was looking slightly to his left, but he let her continue, enough pirates came into Tortuga, all looking for the same things: drink, a bit of fun, plunder, and generally a good time. 'Bring 's anova tree bot'les wuldya?' He looked her, and then counted the already empty bottles in front of her, twelve. 'I'm afraid I can only give ya one luv, the night is still young ya know.' Lara sighed, 'An' don' I know it, ok then bring 's whateva ya can.' The barkeeper waddled off, muttering about drunkards, and pirates.
Lara slowly turned her head, looking around the bar. She found she had to stop from time to time to allow her eyes to catch up. Her eyes rested on the door as she saw three new pirates enter. The one in the lead had long, dark hair in dreadlocks, and braids. He seemed to be swaying, or at least more so than the rest of the room. Behind him came a female pirate, very proud, with dark skin, and with a pistol tucked jauntily into the sash around her waist. Lara stared at the man behind her, trying to make him out in the dark. 'Wha's happen' to the lamps?' she heard herself mutter before she blacked out.
Lara groaned, her head felt like someone was trying to cut it open with a rusty sword. The red light she could see through her eyelids caused a stab of pain to run through her already pounding head. As she lay there, with her eyes still tightly shut, she realised she should be in the bar, not lying on what felt like a soft bed. She groaned again, trying to force her heavy arms to move the blanket over her face. Unable to do so she slowly turned her aching body over, so her face was in the pillow. Slowly she slipped back into unconsciousness. I know that was very short, but I'm kind of setting the scene, I also want to know what you think about the bit you have read, I kind of have a brief plot laid out, but I'd appreciate any ideas you have!
Please review, I would greatly appreciate any feedback, I have tried to make the grammar and spellings as accurate as possible, but there may be some mistakes, sorry. OK I'll stop waffling and let you review (
First the technical bit, my disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise from Pirates of the Caribbean that means characters, scenery everything. Anything/anyone you don't recognise belongs to me.
Lara sat, staring into the deep amber liquid in her bottle. She bought the bottle to her lips to take a gulp, but immediately replaced it back on the table next to the numerous numbers of bottles, a couple with the dregs of the rum she had been working her way through since early that morning.
She couldn't take another sip, the moment the rim of the bottle touched her lips she was reminded of everything. The satin touch of his lips flew into her mind, and she turned cold. This was immediately followed by the image of her best friend, and first mate's body lying on deck in a pool of blood. She turned hot with rage, and took a very large swig of her bottle. The images kept replaying round, and round her head, but all in a rush. Things seemed disjointed, and in the wrong order. She took another swig, trying to clear her mind. Replacing the bottle on the table Lara looked at the empty bottles with bleary eyes. 'Stay sshtill,' she muttered as she tried to count the bottles, sure she had gone over her usual limit of six.
Giving up she finished her bottle and called for the barman, or whom she thought was the barman. As he walked over he noticed that she was looking slightly to his left, but he let her continue, enough pirates came into Tortuga, all looking for the same things: drink, a bit of fun, plunder, and generally a good time. 'Bring 's anova tree bot'les wuldya?' He looked her, and then counted the already empty bottles in front of her, twelve. 'I'm afraid I can only give ya one luv, the night is still young ya know.' Lara sighed, 'An' don' I know it, ok then bring 's whateva ya can.' The barkeeper waddled off, muttering about drunkards, and pirates.
Lara slowly turned her head, looking around the bar. She found she had to stop from time to time to allow her eyes to catch up. Her eyes rested on the door as she saw three new pirates enter. The one in the lead had long, dark hair in dreadlocks, and braids. He seemed to be swaying, or at least more so than the rest of the room. Behind him came a female pirate, very proud, with dark skin, and with a pistol tucked jauntily into the sash around her waist. Lara stared at the man behind her, trying to make him out in the dark. 'Wha's happen' to the lamps?' she heard herself mutter before she blacked out.
Lara groaned, her head felt like someone was trying to cut it open with a rusty sword. The red light she could see through her eyelids caused a stab of pain to run through her already pounding head. As she lay there, with her eyes still tightly shut, she realised she should be in the bar, not lying on what felt like a soft bed. She groaned again, trying to force her heavy arms to move the blanket over her face. Unable to do so she slowly turned her aching body over, so her face was in the pillow. Slowly she slipped back into unconsciousness. I know that was very short, but I'm kind of setting the scene, I also want to know what you think about the bit you have read, I kind of have a brief plot laid out, but I'd appreciate any ideas you have!
Please review, I would greatly appreciate any feedback, I have tried to make the grammar and spellings as accurate as possible, but there may be some mistakes, sorry. OK I'll stop waffling and let you review (