Temptation

A/N I got the idea for this story in an English lesson at school, I have no idea where the idea came from but I got it and that's al that matters.

I do not own pirates of the Caribbean (wails in self pity) but on the bright side I do own the plot. Anyways enough of my ramblings, onwards with the story.

Everyone said that I should not go back to him, that I would only get hurt but I was never any good at resisting temptation and trying to resist him would be pointless. No one could resist his charm and rugged good looks.

I can remember clearly the first time I laid eyes on him. I was working in a bar in Tortuga and all of my colleagues, if you could even call fellow whores that, were bustling around getting themselves ready as rumor had it that the famous Captain Jack Sparrow would be coming to our bar tonight and everyone wanted to be the first to bed him that night.

As I went out on "the hunt", as us whores call it, for my first customer I saw a mysterious man in the corner, he was clearly a pirate as he was wearing the typical pirate garb. Due to my inquisitive nature I starting moving towards him to get a better look, as I skirted round the miniature brawls and the poker games drunken men were playing I only thought of getting a look at the strangers face. As I grew closer I noticed that he was quite handsome with high cheek bones, chocolate brown eyes rimmed in dark kohl, and the most unusual hair which was long and had as many trinkets in it as a tit for tat store. I decided that this man would be perfect for my first client and started to move closer swaying my hips in a seductive manner.

The mysterious man was already surrounded by whores but I knew that I could easily beat the others as I was far more appealing with natural good looks which did not need enhancing like there own faces, many of my clients loved my green/blue eyes which reminded them of the sea which they loved so dearly and my ebony colored hair that reached my back reminded them of the sky at night when they were out in the middle of the ocean. As the other whores saw me coming, the sighed and started to move away obviously resigned to the fact that they were not going to get the man if I wanted him, I always got what I wanted. One of the whores brushed past me and snarled in my ear "This isn't over bitch; you aren't going to get away with stealing all of the good guys around here."

"Push off." I replied bitterly. It always annoyed me how all the girls were jealous of me, I understood it but it still annoyed me. It wasn't as if I was stealing every good looking rich man from under their noses, they still had their fare share I may be a whore but I certainly wasn't greedy when it cam to men.

I walked the rest of the distance over to his table and the proceeded to lean over, my cleavage barely being restrained by my skimpy dress, and asked in my most seductive voice "Hey good looking, want to have some fun?"

The way he looked up at me with those big brown mischievous eyes was heart melting, I just wanted to lose myself in his eyes and stay there forever, they were so warm and comforting, and normally men's eyes were just full of lust and a desire to fulfill themselves with no intentions on pleasing the whore. My heart soared when he grinned, his golden teeth glinting in the dim light of the bar. He quickly stood up and led me to his room only saying on the way; "My name's Captain Jack Sparrow by the way, but you can call me Jack for tonight."

That night was one of the best nights in my whole entire life experience of being a whore, and believe me when I say that I've had a lot of experience. Jack Sparrow certainly knew how to please a woman, when we were finished he left me wanting more, I knew no matter how many men I slept with, I would never be able to be satisfied the way he had satisfied me.

Ever since that night I haven't been able to get enough, every time he came in to port I would search for him immediately, and every time he left my heart broke a little inside. Piece by piece my heart fell slowly, painfully apart, it was as if every time he left someone stuck a knife into my heart and twisted it round and just when it was beginning to heal, he would turn up again and leave me afterwards.

I still worked as a whore, nothing would change that as there were no other jobs going and being a whore was what I was good at. But I didn't have many customers as I lost my seductive charms around them as all I wanted was Jack, no one else would do and they were all inexperienced boys in comparison.

My friends repeatedly told me that if this carried on that I would up heart broken, they constantly reminded me that he a woman in every port and that he would never just settle for me when he could have so many more women. But I could not resist, the temptation was too strong. Even if he didn't love me and only saw me as a convenience for his sexual needs, I needed him, I loved him. Yes you heard that right, me a common Tortuga whore had fallen I love with a pirate after promising myself that I would never fall for a client, it was a promise that all whore would make and most of them managed to keep it, but I could not, he was far too enticing.

I stand here now as an example of how cruel life is, how a prostitute should never fall in love with a pirate and how bitter unrequited love can actually make you feel.

A/N Should I leave it there, or carry it on, do you want her to snap and finally admit her feelings to Jack, or should she just carry on how she is, or should she become suicidal? Please tell me what you want, mucho gracias.

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