Jack gazed back over to the quiet pirate girl sitting the corner. He had seen her last night, too.
But Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl didn't fall in love. Not now. Not never.
But she was so...
Not never.
His more pirate side was right. He had a reputation as a scallywag, and a fierce one at that. He wasn't going to give all that up to be some sap with a girl that would hang onto him for two days, then leave him for another pirate. Damn love triangles. But maybe she was a one-timer. No, he shouldn't, even if she was a one-timer.
He dropped his thoughts concerning this girl and tried to concentrate on the bottle of rum in his hands. He started to sing in his low bass voice, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! We pilfer, we plunder..." Soon he had a rousing chorus, drunks and sobers alike.
Jack found himself glancing back at where the pirate-lass was sitting, but she wasn't there. He anxiously snapped his head back around to the bar. There she was - she was getting a small glass of wine. She drank it in one sip. Jack tried not to make it look like she wasn't interested in her. He went back to singing. Another fight had popped up in the center of the room, and a few pirates stopped singing to cheer it on.
Jack looked back over to the bar. The girl was gone. He quickly scanned the room; she was nowhere to be found. He quietly stalked out of the tavern unnoticed and searched the surrounding streets for her.
Suddenly he stopped. What the hell was he doing? This was certainly not like the feared Captain Jack.
"Too sober, that's what I am," he said to himself, and took the bottle of rum he had in one hand and chugged it all down. He staggered back into the tavern, where he found another woman just as satisfying. Fully drunk, Jack didn't care that the woman he was kissing was another disgusting prostitute.
"Sparrow," he said, making the mistake of giving his name out in his drunkenness.
"Susyllyn Crowney," she was sober enough to know not to give out her real name.
A few moments later, Jack staggered away, tired of "Susyllyn." A sober, distant part of him noticed a familiar face - Will Turner. He tottered over to the friend.
"Will, how's it going?" Jack's slurred speech made, "Will, how's it going?" sound like, "Will, haz ig on?"
"I beg your pardon?" Will replied, not remembering the face of his friend.
Jack coughed. "Cappin Jaks Sparrer. Houz i' goin'?"
Will's face lit up. "Jack! I - didn't really notice your voice, and the light is so dim-"
"Watz ah marred man like ye doin' at ah whore invested pahty ton?" Jack grabbed another bottle of rum and offered it to Will, but he shook his head.
"Just passed by."
"An' Alizabet?"
"She's good. Found anyone you like yet?"
Jack snorted. "Fand any 'un? 'At's crazy."
Will chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit, have you, Captain Jack Sparrow of the mighty Black Pearl?"
"Yeh make it sund so scahy. Ah yeh wit' poirates?"
Will nodded. "I am," he said. "We'll be heading back to Port Royal tomorrow morning. Did I tell you we have a baby boy?"
Jack roared with laughter. "So's ye did it, ey?"
Jack couldn't quite remember the rest of the conversation, but he found himself in a room with a pounding headache in the morning.
But Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl didn't fall in love. Not now. Not never.
But she was so...
Not never.
His more pirate side was right. He had a reputation as a scallywag, and a fierce one at that. He wasn't going to give all that up to be some sap with a girl that would hang onto him for two days, then leave him for another pirate. Damn love triangles. But maybe she was a one-timer. No, he shouldn't, even if she was a one-timer.
He dropped his thoughts concerning this girl and tried to concentrate on the bottle of rum in his hands. He started to sing in his low bass voice, "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! We pilfer, we plunder..." Soon he had a rousing chorus, drunks and sobers alike.
Jack found himself glancing back at where the pirate-lass was sitting, but she wasn't there. He anxiously snapped his head back around to the bar. There she was - she was getting a small glass of wine. She drank it in one sip. Jack tried not to make it look like she wasn't interested in her. He went back to singing. Another fight had popped up in the center of the room, and a few pirates stopped singing to cheer it on.
Jack looked back over to the bar. The girl was gone. He quickly scanned the room; she was nowhere to be found. He quietly stalked out of the tavern unnoticed and searched the surrounding streets for her.
Suddenly he stopped. What the hell was he doing? This was certainly not like the feared Captain Jack.
"Too sober, that's what I am," he said to himself, and took the bottle of rum he had in one hand and chugged it all down. He staggered back into the tavern, where he found another woman just as satisfying. Fully drunk, Jack didn't care that the woman he was kissing was another disgusting prostitute.
"Sparrow," he said, making the mistake of giving his name out in his drunkenness.
"Susyllyn Crowney," she was sober enough to know not to give out her real name.
A few moments later, Jack staggered away, tired of "Susyllyn." A sober, distant part of him noticed a familiar face - Will Turner. He tottered over to the friend.
"Will, how's it going?" Jack's slurred speech made, "Will, how's it going?" sound like, "Will, haz ig on?"
"I beg your pardon?" Will replied, not remembering the face of his friend.
Jack coughed. "Cappin Jaks Sparrer. Houz i' goin'?"
Will's face lit up. "Jack! I - didn't really notice your voice, and the light is so dim-"
"Watz ah marred man like ye doin' at ah whore invested pahty ton?" Jack grabbed another bottle of rum and offered it to Will, but he shook his head.
"Just passed by."
"An' Alizabet?"
"She's good. Found anyone you like yet?"
Jack snorted. "Fand any 'un? 'At's crazy."
Will chuckled. "You haven't changed a bit, have you, Captain Jack Sparrow of the mighty Black Pearl?"
"Yeh make it sund so scahy. Ah yeh wit' poirates?"
Will nodded. "I am," he said. "We'll be heading back to Port Royal tomorrow morning. Did I tell you we have a baby boy?"
Jack roared with laughter. "So's ye did it, ey?"
Jack couldn't quite remember the rest of the conversation, but he found himself in a room with a pounding headache in the morning.