Disclaimer: I do not own PotC or Jack Sparrow*drools* or anyone else. OK?!
Ok. you don' gotta rub it in.. I mean.. I know he's sexy.. I know whoever
made up the story oiwns him!!! GOODNESS!!!*sobs uncontrollably* I mean.
geez.*reaches out* jaccckkk. nope. not mine
A/n: to anyone who reads this, I love PotC and all the characters in it.. we'll have a run in with almort all of them cept barbosa. He's not very nice..
Jack gulped down another mug of Rum.
"Ahhh, gotta love it," he said passionately.
Looking around in a drunken haze he noticed how empty the bar was. There was him, two pompous wealthy men havin a conversation with a very happy lookin barmaid to his left, and, even though the person was in the shadows, what looked like a fellow pirate to his right. Looking down at his empty mug he scowled.
"'Ey mate! Can I get me another mug o'ye best rum over 'ere? Quick like?" He slurred his words quite a bit but it came out very well thought out.
Lifting his mug at these words, the bartender took it and refilled it, slamming it down in front of him with an extremely happy smile. Picking up his mug and taking a swig, he stumbled over to the pirate on his right.
'Jus' coz I'm drunk don't mean I can't talk ta nobody!' he thought happily.
Sitting down next to the pirate he flashed a golden grin and asked, "How are ya mate?"
Bowing his head the pirate said with quite a bit of mirth in his voice, "Jack Sparrow I be presumin."
Turning his head to Jack as he mumbled a half-heard 'CAPTAIN jack sparrow'. The newfound woman grinned as Jack became increasingly flustered.
"And who da hell ye be?! Ye had me thinkin ye was a man!" running his eyes down her body he added, more as an afterthought, "if ye be a man, then they sure as hell make fine lookin men these dayz."
Still to drunk to care he took another swig from his rum before sitting it down and turning to the woman. She was laughing up a storm and patted his back.
"It'z okay mate, I tend to have that affect on men!" Continuing to laugh she said, " Come Sparrow, we have business to discuss." Grabbing his shirt and still laughing she dragged him out.
"WAIT!!!! ME RUM!!!!" he shouted as though his life were in danger until they were a good ways away.
"That was only me sixth mug o' rum damnit." Snorting at that she continued to walk him down the street.
"What ezactly d'ya wan' from me, love?" He asked non-challantly kicking a small rock on the path. After about five more minutes of this, Jack realized where they were headed.
'Wa'does she want with me ship?' he wondered. Once on the docks the woman stopped and started what had become a nightly ritual for her. Taking off her tricornered hat, she shook out her hair, what there was of it. Her hair was to her chin and red as fire. Feeling slightly better now she slipped her hat back on and shed the heavy jacket. Underneath she wore a white button up shirt that looked to be a size or two to big for her, tight black breeches that were made of the softest looking material he had ever seen, fit for any pirate, and knee high black boots. Jack could do nothing but stare. Then he noticed how worn they were. It was pure talent that she could wear them and make them look good when they looked as though she'd worn them a lifetime. Adjusting her sword and fitting her dagger from the jacket in her shoe, she turned back to Jack.
"Well Captain," she said sarcastically, "It seems we have a slight problem on our hands," she paused at this to take his appearance in. He swayed slightly on his feet and looked ragged and handsome to boot. This was going to be fun. He also had a look to him that he could hold his own, drunk or not, but by the stories, better to face him drunk most definitely.
" I'm Captain Raine Black, and you and your men are on my ship." Looking slightly taken aback he searched for another ship at the docks, no such luck, Tortuga wasn't getting good advertisement these days. Looking back at Raine he smiled and continued to search his surroundings as she patiently waited for his response. She and Noa Lea Red were practically joined at the hips on the high seas, so where was she now. Jack grinned slyly.
"Well, love, if ye mean the Black Pearl you're sorely mista-mista- mistaken!" Feeling rather triumphant at remembering how to pronounce the word he didn't see her grin. "She be mine, savvy?"
He said it as though there were no other possibilities. Walking up to him, Raine straightened his shirt and smoothed some hair from his face, letting her hands linger, and looked up slightly, because he stood two or so inches taller than she.
Cocking an eyebrow at him, she whispered, "there's no need to be getting touchy now Sparrow, but this does pose quite a problem," Jack was entranced, she smelled of sea and lavender, " I won that ship from Barbosa naught a month back, love. It very much belongs to me," leaning in so her lips were but an inch away she continued, ".savvy?"
Turning on her heel she swaggered up to the ship and climbed aboard. Jack just stood there. He was much to drunk and he needed to get even more drunk for this. So he stood there for a few moments thinking about how to get more rum.
"Ahh, beautiful thought that," he mumbled to himself and stumbled after her.
Noa's eyes followed Jack onboard.
"He might be tough, but he sure ain't smart," she whispered to herself. Straightening she walked out from the shadows slowly, appearing but a few mere feet from where Raine and Jack had just stood. Shaking her head slowly, which made her long red hair fly in all directions from both the wind and the shaking, she followed him on board. Looking to the captain's quarters she smirked. He would be very unhappy to find Raine had commandeered his bed. Dawn would come to bright and to early for her, she managed to make her way up to the crow's nest to sleep. Pulling out her flask when she reached the top, she took a long swig of her port.
"I think Raine is the only sober one onboard tonight," she mumbled to herself happily. The plan had worked perfectly. Now the fun part would come. More than likely life would get very interesting when two obsessive rum drinkers, an obsessive port drinker, and a very twisty story all took to the high seas once again.
"Ahh yes, very interesting." she mumbled before passing out the farthest she could get from the ladder and her hand on her pistol.
Sitting patiently in Jack's bed she slipped off her boots and crossed her legs indian-style on the bed. Humming to herself she looked to the door. About five minutes later, Jack walked in mumbling a few curses under his breath. Not noticing her, he slipped off his boots and started unbuttoning his shirt. More mumbles came from his direction as his arms got caught up in the sleeves.
"Damnit." he grumbled turning in a semi circle to where he was now facing the bed where Raine sat. She had to struggle not to laugh, but she couldn't help but crack a grin. Jack looked u and saw her and without thinking, nodded at her. Then doing a double take he tied to step back and did a backwards tumble/flip thing that made him look like he was in the circus. Landing with a resounding THUMP he looked at her quizically, his hands still stuck in the shirt behind his back.
"I'm still to drunk," he mumbled. Standing up Raine walked to him and stood him up. Turning him around, she very easily slipped his shirt off and her hands lingered slightly on his back. He had a nice body for the drunkard he is. Walking back to the bed she sat down and laughed at his confused expression.
"By now Noa is on board and asleep, drank herself into a stupor pro'lly. And we set sail tomorrow. Any questions?" Jack cocked his eyebrow and laughed.
"Yea, just one. Who the hell do you think you are?!" Raine laughed and started her story.
"Well Jack, I'm captain of this here ship unless you have something damn near as good. I have a signed document her that signs the ship into my name," While saying this, she pulled a document out of her pocket. "Naught a month back, I played a nice little game of poker with Barbosa, ma he rot in hell, and he signed over the ship in case he lost. Well, Noa is the best damn card player ye could ever lay yer eyes on and she won it. Pissed as hell and drunk Barbosa set four men on us and stumbled out of the bar, setting sail and not even waiting to find out if the four men lived. As ye can guess, they died a rather painful death. Got run through they did. I ain't to nice when I'm pissed as hell for bein duped and drunk off the best rum in tortuga. I've been in tortuga since and Noa and I took advantage of you and your crew bein off in tortuga getting drunk, to look over the ship and I must say I have everywhere on this ship memorized down to the fuckin barnacles. Any more questions?"
Jack looked stunned but quickly recovered. "how could you have killed the four men? They couldn't die. They were not living and yet not dead? Who the hell are you."
A/n: to anyone who reads this, I love PotC and all the characters in it.. we'll have a run in with almort all of them cept barbosa. He's not very nice..
Jack gulped down another mug of Rum.
"Ahhh, gotta love it," he said passionately.
Looking around in a drunken haze he noticed how empty the bar was. There was him, two pompous wealthy men havin a conversation with a very happy lookin barmaid to his left, and, even though the person was in the shadows, what looked like a fellow pirate to his right. Looking down at his empty mug he scowled.
"'Ey mate! Can I get me another mug o'ye best rum over 'ere? Quick like?" He slurred his words quite a bit but it came out very well thought out.
Lifting his mug at these words, the bartender took it and refilled it, slamming it down in front of him with an extremely happy smile. Picking up his mug and taking a swig, he stumbled over to the pirate on his right.
'Jus' coz I'm drunk don't mean I can't talk ta nobody!' he thought happily.
Sitting down next to the pirate he flashed a golden grin and asked, "How are ya mate?"
Bowing his head the pirate said with quite a bit of mirth in his voice, "Jack Sparrow I be presumin."
Turning his head to Jack as he mumbled a half-heard 'CAPTAIN jack sparrow'. The newfound woman grinned as Jack became increasingly flustered.
"And who da hell ye be?! Ye had me thinkin ye was a man!" running his eyes down her body he added, more as an afterthought, "if ye be a man, then they sure as hell make fine lookin men these dayz."
Still to drunk to care he took another swig from his rum before sitting it down and turning to the woman. She was laughing up a storm and patted his back.
"It'z okay mate, I tend to have that affect on men!" Continuing to laugh she said, " Come Sparrow, we have business to discuss." Grabbing his shirt and still laughing she dragged him out.
"WAIT!!!! ME RUM!!!!" he shouted as though his life were in danger until they were a good ways away.
"That was only me sixth mug o' rum damnit." Snorting at that she continued to walk him down the street.
"What ezactly d'ya wan' from me, love?" He asked non-challantly kicking a small rock on the path. After about five more minutes of this, Jack realized where they were headed.
'Wa'does she want with me ship?' he wondered. Once on the docks the woman stopped and started what had become a nightly ritual for her. Taking off her tricornered hat, she shook out her hair, what there was of it. Her hair was to her chin and red as fire. Feeling slightly better now she slipped her hat back on and shed the heavy jacket. Underneath she wore a white button up shirt that looked to be a size or two to big for her, tight black breeches that were made of the softest looking material he had ever seen, fit for any pirate, and knee high black boots. Jack could do nothing but stare. Then he noticed how worn they were. It was pure talent that she could wear them and make them look good when they looked as though she'd worn them a lifetime. Adjusting her sword and fitting her dagger from the jacket in her shoe, she turned back to Jack.
"Well Captain," she said sarcastically, "It seems we have a slight problem on our hands," she paused at this to take his appearance in. He swayed slightly on his feet and looked ragged and handsome to boot. This was going to be fun. He also had a look to him that he could hold his own, drunk or not, but by the stories, better to face him drunk most definitely.
" I'm Captain Raine Black, and you and your men are on my ship." Looking slightly taken aback he searched for another ship at the docks, no such luck, Tortuga wasn't getting good advertisement these days. Looking back at Raine he smiled and continued to search his surroundings as she patiently waited for his response. She and Noa Lea Red were practically joined at the hips on the high seas, so where was she now. Jack grinned slyly.
"Well, love, if ye mean the Black Pearl you're sorely mista-mista- mistaken!" Feeling rather triumphant at remembering how to pronounce the word he didn't see her grin. "She be mine, savvy?"
He said it as though there were no other possibilities. Walking up to him, Raine straightened his shirt and smoothed some hair from his face, letting her hands linger, and looked up slightly, because he stood two or so inches taller than she.
Cocking an eyebrow at him, she whispered, "there's no need to be getting touchy now Sparrow, but this does pose quite a problem," Jack was entranced, she smelled of sea and lavender, " I won that ship from Barbosa naught a month back, love. It very much belongs to me," leaning in so her lips were but an inch away she continued, ".savvy?"
Turning on her heel she swaggered up to the ship and climbed aboard. Jack just stood there. He was much to drunk and he needed to get even more drunk for this. So he stood there for a few moments thinking about how to get more rum.
"Ahh, beautiful thought that," he mumbled to himself and stumbled after her.
Noa's eyes followed Jack onboard.
"He might be tough, but he sure ain't smart," she whispered to herself. Straightening she walked out from the shadows slowly, appearing but a few mere feet from where Raine and Jack had just stood. Shaking her head slowly, which made her long red hair fly in all directions from both the wind and the shaking, she followed him on board. Looking to the captain's quarters she smirked. He would be very unhappy to find Raine had commandeered his bed. Dawn would come to bright and to early for her, she managed to make her way up to the crow's nest to sleep. Pulling out her flask when she reached the top, she took a long swig of her port.
"I think Raine is the only sober one onboard tonight," she mumbled to herself happily. The plan had worked perfectly. Now the fun part would come. More than likely life would get very interesting when two obsessive rum drinkers, an obsessive port drinker, and a very twisty story all took to the high seas once again.
"Ahh yes, very interesting." she mumbled before passing out the farthest she could get from the ladder and her hand on her pistol.
Sitting patiently in Jack's bed she slipped off her boots and crossed her legs indian-style on the bed. Humming to herself she looked to the door. About five minutes later, Jack walked in mumbling a few curses under his breath. Not noticing her, he slipped off his boots and started unbuttoning his shirt. More mumbles came from his direction as his arms got caught up in the sleeves.
"Damnit." he grumbled turning in a semi circle to where he was now facing the bed where Raine sat. She had to struggle not to laugh, but she couldn't help but crack a grin. Jack looked u and saw her and without thinking, nodded at her. Then doing a double take he tied to step back and did a backwards tumble/flip thing that made him look like he was in the circus. Landing with a resounding THUMP he looked at her quizically, his hands still stuck in the shirt behind his back.
"I'm still to drunk," he mumbled. Standing up Raine walked to him and stood him up. Turning him around, she very easily slipped his shirt off and her hands lingered slightly on his back. He had a nice body for the drunkard he is. Walking back to the bed she sat down and laughed at his confused expression.
"By now Noa is on board and asleep, drank herself into a stupor pro'lly. And we set sail tomorrow. Any questions?" Jack cocked his eyebrow and laughed.
"Yea, just one. Who the hell do you think you are?!" Raine laughed and started her story.
"Well Jack, I'm captain of this here ship unless you have something damn near as good. I have a signed document her that signs the ship into my name," While saying this, she pulled a document out of her pocket. "Naught a month back, I played a nice little game of poker with Barbosa, ma he rot in hell, and he signed over the ship in case he lost. Well, Noa is the best damn card player ye could ever lay yer eyes on and she won it. Pissed as hell and drunk Barbosa set four men on us and stumbled out of the bar, setting sail and not even waiting to find out if the four men lived. As ye can guess, they died a rather painful death. Got run through they did. I ain't to nice when I'm pissed as hell for bein duped and drunk off the best rum in tortuga. I've been in tortuga since and Noa and I took advantage of you and your crew bein off in tortuga getting drunk, to look over the ship and I must say I have everywhere on this ship memorized down to the fuckin barnacles. Any more questions?"
Jack looked stunned but quickly recovered. "how could you have killed the four men? They couldn't die. They were not living and yet not dead? Who the hell are you."
