My first fanfiction.
A fluffy story, an original character (Mary Sue-ish, though I tried to avoid it), I hope you like it.
The wall is so thin that I can hear Giselle laughing. They said the Black Pearl has tied up at Tortuga's port again. Giselle is happy and she does nothing to hide it, for we all know she is smitten with a crew member, or maybe the Captain of said ship?
Alright, who am I trying to fool? It's Captain Jack Sparrow's arrival that makes Giselle so excited. The infamous pirate, the legend of the Caribbean. I've never seen him in Tortuga in the 7 months I'm here, but I know he has been frequently in this island. Only one year ago he took his ship back from his mutineer first mate and since then we don't see him too frequently here. He has fallen for no woman, ever, say the girls. And I secretly wish to meet him and seduce him, and make myself the first girl Cap'n Jack Sparrow has fallen for.
I know the girls are going to the port, but I'm reluctant to follow them. It frightens me the idea that everybody will understand that I am in love of someone I've never seen in my life and he's the reason I'm all dreamy and absent-minded.
I need to force myself to move. It's the first time in my life I really have the opportunity to meet Jack Sparrow. And what if he doesn't stay? And what if he completes whatever tasks he has to do and sets sail immediately? And what if he never comes back?
I get dressed quickly as quickly as I can, suddenly stressed. I look myself in the mirror and sigh. The dress is a bit large for my size, quite dirty and old, and not even revealing enough. And as for my overall appearance... Mediocre is written all around. The Cap'n won't even look at me.
I run to the harbor. Jack's preferred tavern is the "Faithful Bride", everybody knows that, the owner is quite proud of it. I feel I'm blushing already and I haven't even spotted the Captain yet. Giselle is not there but... there is Scarlett, trying to approach a man at his early 40s, tanned, with dreadlocks and a rather mischievous expression. The man is talking to an elder man with white hair, while he's scanning the tavern with these playful eyes of his. I already know he is Jack Sparrow. He does fit all the descriptions. Scarlett finally approaches him and, a bit later, Giselle enters the tavern and runs to the Captain too.
The tavern is pasted, I cannot see what's happening and I cannot approach them. With what excuse, anyway, I don't know anybody from Black Pearl's crew. I blush more profusely at the thought that the girls would mock me if I told them this. Girls like us should not be shy to introduce themselves, or they won't find lovers.
I manage to go to the corner of the tavern, right where Jack Sparrow was sitting. He's not there anymore. Neither the old man, nor Giselle and Scarlett. That was it, then, I say to myself. I've lost Captain Sparrow before even having the chance to observe him. What color are his eyes? I'll never know. Of course, I could ask the girls but...
I get out of the tavern, disappointed and rather upset. I take the way to Giselle's house, where I rent a room and where, it's possible, Jack Sparrow ends up with her anyway, though Giselle told me he has never come to her house: he'd prefer to take her to one of the rooms for rent, available for this purpose all over the port.
Suddenly I change my mind and decide to go to the dock and see the Pearl. Of course, it's very possible that it hasn't tied there, but is still at sea and the crew could have come out by dinghies. I roam to the port and, right. A huge ship with black sails is there. Sailors are carrying large boxes aboard and – oh God! Jack Sparrow is there, speaking with the elder man again and no sign of any girl around them.
- It's now or never, I say to myself. Maybe he does never again come to Tortuga. Maybe he gets killed. Maybe he's leaving right now and this is the first and only chance in your life.
I approach them, trembling a bit and feeling thankful for the darkness of the night – I can feel my face burning already. Of course, neither he nor any of the sailors pays any attention to me.
- Captain Sparrow? I dare to say.
No answer, of course. My voice is barely audible.
- Captain Sparrow?, I cry louder and, oh dear God.
He turns his head and scans the dock with his eyes, being unable to spot me, hidden as I am behind one of the boxes. The situation is getting more and more embarrassing. I should try to pass unnoticed and go back home, either that or come out of my hideout and speak to him. What the hell, that's my job, after all, to talk to men, to make them love me for money.
I walk uncertainly towards Jack, who has already resumed his conversation with the old man.
- Captain Sparrow?
He turns his head, spots me, a playful smirk is formed on his lips. God, he's so attractive!
- Something I can do for ya, m'dam?, he says with a small, mocking bow.
- Err...
They both come to me. We're now almost face-to-face and I can admire his handsome features. They are both smiling. I realize that Jack is more than amused – he obviously finds funny the situation and my awkwardness. The best way to save some dignity would be to go away immediately. Then again... Jack Sparrow is so close that I could touch him, he's smiling, he does not seem smug or annoyed or mad. I look at his face, again. He's still smirking and, suddenly, he's extending an arm and rest his palm on my shoulder. I think I'm going to faint. The old man is walking to the ship, leaving us alone... me and Jack Sparrow, alone.
- What's your name, darling?
- Jea...Jea...Jeanette.
- Nice, sweet name! And, Jeanette? Why were you searching for me?
- I did... didn't! I wasn't!
- Ah, I see. You see, the way you came to where my ship is and called my name made me think that, savvy? But apparently, I was wrong.
His mocking smile is even more broad now and he removes his hand from my shoulder.
- So, luv, very charmed to meet you and I've got to leave now.
And he turns his back, going to his ship.
I stay there, staring at him, feeling like moonstruck. Then suddenly, I don't know what's onto me, but I run behind him, yelling:
- Cap'n Sparrow!
He turns again to me and, no, he still isn't angry, he still smiles:
- Yes, sweetheart? What can I do for ya?
- When...when... when are you leaving, sir? From Tortuga, I mean?
- And why do you want to know, honey?
- Cause I... I... I'd love to... to... to buy you a drink, Captain.
Now he's taken aback. He stares at me for a couple of seconds and then, bursts laughing.
- Sorry, luv, I'm leaving very soon. Maybe next time...
I don't stay enough to listen to the rest. Crying,mortified of embarrassment, I run back home.
How, how on earth did it ever occur me to do such a thing? How did I dare to talk to Jack Sparrow and, furthermore, be so dreadfully stupid? Now, I'm sure if I ever see him again he'll just think, "Ah, poor ugly, stupid thing" and then move on.
But, on the other hand... the proximity to him... his hand on my shoulder... I've been in love with the legend of Jack Sparrow for years and, now, I met him... and he's even more attractive than what I could ever imagine.
To be continued very soon.