Intro

The five whores that ran the more rundown part of Tourtuga Town were basically the law. As every man knew, there was no law and order in Tourtuga itself; though attempts had been made for martial. Yes, it was a lawless town. A hideaway for pirates, a place for drunks and scoundrels who wanted a good time with an experienced woman, though they had kids and a wife at home wondering where they were.

The leader of the small gang was named Elvira, an alias that no one but herself knew. She had seen her fair share of drunken men, and slums. Her and her four girls lived in a two room shanty just outside of the part of Tourtuga Town they ran. She was the prettiest too. Her brazen red hair running a curly muck around her head and shoulders, falling to her back in a tantalizing way. She had green eyes, which suggested an Irish heritage, but her accent was schooled to sound like nothing, but everything. With a small chin, and upturned nose, coupled with arching eyebrows and high cheekbones. She could be anything you wanted her to. She definitely was the best paid whore around. She couldn't name a single client, except a few that kept coming back for more.

Her troupe, however, weren't quite like her. Elvira had taken them in under her wing.

There was Viola, Passion, Oriana, and Ruth.

The best possible descriptions go as this;

Viola was the second best looking. Her raven hair was straight as straw, but with a small flip. She kept it shorter then most, and often put it in rags to giver her a more sultry look. She had violet eyes, that attracted men, and sent them packing shortly after. She was curvy, whereas Elvira was skinny.

Passion was all skill. She had dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes. Nothing special, but she was great in what the men wanted. Her heart shaped face suggested pouting was also a specialty.

Oriana was pretty though. She too had blonde hair, but it was more golden. It was wavy, and she wore it up in a twist and let tendrils hang down seductively around the nape of her neck...men seemed to love that. Her grey eyes were almond shaped and her round face made you think simultaneously of a baby that men wanted to cuddle, and a vixen that you wanted to chase.

And then there was Ruth. The youngest out of them all. Barely seventeen she was just learning the streets around her. The brown halo called hair framed her face well...almost too well. She kept it swept up in a fashionable undo. She had green eyes, but they weren't like Elvira's. They were a paler, and sometimes, when angry, they would flash velvety blue.

All of the Girls were pretty, some in different ways. They shared the pallor that came with spending your waking hours at night, if they slept at all. Each with creamy white skin, they applied little rouge, for then they would not only be whores, but tramps as well. However, if you asked any random Tourtugan, they would say that Elvira was their first choice. She was everyone's first choice.

Chapter one: A meeting in the depths of a kitchen

Elvira was wandering her usual street, smiling pretty at the men, deciding which was worth her time. Oriana was two alleys over, and by the sounds that were carried by the light wind, giving some man a time of their life. She smiled, because it wasn't even in a bed. Then again, their own beds were only used for the most respectable clients, that paid more then a pound. It all dealt on how you worked them. Give them just a little, always keep them wanting more. It was the saying of the whores of Tourtuga Town. They lived by it. It was their ten commandments. And heaven forbid if you broke them.

"How much you offerin'?" Elvira shook her head at a passing drunk. He could barely keep himself clothed. It wasn't worth her time.

When she did get money, she stored it away. No one knew exactly for, but she would spend a parcel of it on food, though the Girls helped with that too. She wore the same dress every day for a week, then would change it out for another one. She only owned three. All a deep blue and almost threadbare velvet. It was hard finding clothes that gave the men a taste of what they were looking for...but it was Tourtuga Town, and if there was any a place for such garments that would make a respectable lady blush and think they wouldn't do for under things, it was Tourtuga.

Elvira turned left down Cherry Tree Hill St. and found it literally dead. But, she walked down it anyways. As she was nearing the end, that led to Way Bl. when she heard hurried footsteps behind her. Turning just in time, so as not to get bowled over, she caught just a glimpse of a man running, followed by three men that could only be described as thugs.

The chased man threw back an apology for his hurriedness and was soon gone, the other men paying no mind to a whore on the streets.

By the time the sun was starting to rise, and Elvira made around ten pounds, she headed home, nothing but sleep on her mind. She passed other whores she knew as she walked the quarter mile to the shanty town inhabited by other whores and caches for renegade pirates.

The Girl's shanty was more in the middle of the town, and when she opened the door, calling out for the other girls, she gave a start at a man standing in what they called their kitchen, though it was more of a living room/dining room/and bedroom. He was the man who had almost run into her in the alley on Cherry Tree.

"Elv, this man needs a place to hide." Viola sauntered out of the other small room, her hips swaying beautifully as she walked, scantily clad, to where Elvira was now standing. She shut the door, so as not to let the cool dawn air into the room.

This man was handsome enough. His brown eyes were raised at the thought of being in a shack with five whores. He had a tricorn hat on, over dirty hair that looked like it had been ravaged by wolves. His sunken cheeks gave him a brooding look, and high cheekbones mad one think he was most likely from an upstanding family. He was definitely a pirate. His clothes screamed it, and Elvira almost stated it, though she would have sounded stupid. After getting her fill of his face, she gave a curt nod.

"How long?"

"Just until the hit men have cooled off a bit." Elvira put down her small pouch she kept strung around her waist, on the table, and gave the man a touch-it-and-die look. He gave her a blank one in return.

"What's your name?" Elvira pulled off the fingerless gloves she wore and unpinned the sides of her hair she had up.

"What's yours?" This man was impossible.

"I asked first."

"Captain Jack Sparrow, at your service," He swept an elaborate bow, with wild hand gestures and rose haughtily, as if he owned the place. Elvira's eyebrows rose in interest.

If this man was telling the truth, then he was not only wealthy, but the most feared pirate in the seas, as well as wanted. Unlike most pirates, this man liked keeping his name in gossip, and Elvira reckoned that half of the rumors weren't close to truth.

"Elvira." She said shortly, and walked into the only other room. On the large bed that was their pride and joy, slept Passion and Ruth, curled up like kittens. She changed into her only night shift, and went back out into the other room.

Sparrow was now sitting at the small table, watching Viola's every move lazily. She was teasing him, leading him on. She only had on a kimono she had nicked from a doctor's wife's house when she and the doctor snuck it. It was open in the front, sometimes giving the man a great view she had to offer.

"Just to let you know," Elvira said cooly to Sparrow. "If you steal anything, I will hunt you down and kill you." The pirate laughed, and shook his head.

"I know all about you, Elvira and her Girls. I know you are practically the law here in this part of Tourtuga town. I fancy my life a bit too much to meddle with you." Elvira relaxed a bit then. This man's voice sounded sincere, and at least he knew who she was. She gave a nod, and grabbed the bottle of gin they kept full by the smaller bed in the first room.

"Drink?"

"I don't drink gin, Miss." Elvira noted wryly that he at least got her title right.

"A man who doesn't drink?"

"Hardly." She sat down opposite him in the only other chair, taking a large swig. "I only touch rum."

"Ah...pirate to the blood then, eh?"

"You got it." Elvira got up again, and touched the collar of Sparrow's jacket fleetingly, before striding out of the room, and joining Passion and Ruth in the bed.

"I doubt you will get her." Sparrow's head snapped from the place Elvira had been back to where Viola was standing. She had her hands on her hips, and the kimono opened wide.

"Oh?"

"She is the best whore around, Sparrow. You know that. Remember with me? Try five times better." She said it with some bitterness, though Viola herself did respect Elvira. She took the bottle of gin and put it back in its place. Oriana walked in then, letting a titch of sunlight with her. She threw down four shillings on the table, and then fell asleep in the smaller of the beds.

"I hope you like the dirt floor." Viola snorted, crawling into bed besides Oriana.

"Ah come on! Give a man some warmth and let me slide in there between the two of ya." Viola closed her eyes, a smirk on her face.

Sparrow shook his head. This was an odd place indeed. Yet, he liked Tourtuga Town. You never knew what you would find, and to some, a house full of whores wasn't out of the ordinary. But he felt lucky in finding this one.