A/N: Hello! I am back! Maybe you my dear readers have left a long time ago... I missed writing, and decided to come back and do what I love to do. So here is a story that I began writing to slowly return to this.
Summery: Captain Jack Sparrow, a now wealthy man runs into a show-girl that are a little too familiar. Takes place after OST.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything associated with the Pirates of the Caribbean franchise.
The Woman In Red
Chapter I - Where do I beging?
New Providence
The Grandiose, a hotel situated close to the harbor was an exclusive resort for rich people that had the need of escaping the hectic life. New Providence was the metropolis of the Island. Beautiful, and filled of hungry merchants. Captain Jack Sparrow was one of them.
Whenever he had the need of going out for piracy missions, he did. But at the moment, he was quite pleased with having the title of the person who claimed the wind and tides. He ruled the seas and could spend all his days celebrating at feats.
Most people envied him, except for Joshamee Gibbs, his first mate and best loyal friend. They were sitting in the dim restaurant of the hotel. Candles were lit on the tables, and the crystal chandelier shimmered from the ceiling. It hung as a sun in the big room. The sound was not turbid but in a lower level so people could calmly converse. Jack was for that matter a little tired from all the food.
"The legendary pub The Davis keeps bringing audiences from all corners of the world, as it offers the greatest experience of exotic women," Gibbs read from the newpaper he held.
Jack glanced to it and frowned. "Sounds interesting, eh."
There was a major part from a lobster on his silver plate, yet he nodded for the waitress to pick it up.
"May I ask if you are full, sir?"
Jack smiled wryly to the young woman. "I would not say no to dessert, lass."
Gibbs took the whole spoon of seafoodsoup into his mouth. He was used to Jack's flirtatious maneuvers but could not help but to roll his eyes.
"Well...," the girl twisted uncomfortably and tried to speak.
"No dessert for us," Gibbs intervened. "Aye?" he looked at Jack who gave up and made a nod.
"I hope the two of you, sirs, enjoyed this course," the waitress said as she picked up Gibbs plate as well.
"We did," Jack smiled as she walked away. It was in the late afternoon and the rum started having an effect on the two men. They usually spent their evenings with betting or women. At least that was how it used to be until a couple of months ago.
"How is Evelyn?" Gibbs asked.
Once again, the wry smile appeared on Jack's face. "She be fine. Just a little overstrained 'bout the wedding."
Gibbs chuckled. "No surprise, aye?"
Jack made an agreeing face. "Aye."
Gibbs handed the newspaper over to Jack.
"How about going to The Davis?" he suggested.
Jack gulped all the rum down his throat before firmly replacing it to the table. "Why not? Women and rum? Let's go Mr Gibbs."
There she was.
"There she is."
The woman in red.
"The woman in red."
The most expensive lady in New Providence.
"The most expensive lady in New Providence."
The brunette span around and locked eyes with the short and fat man. "Dave," she said warningly.
He held his arms out in the golden coat he wore. "What is wrong, Angelica? Let me introduce and praise you as the woman you are."
She returned to the mirror she fixed the cleavage on her not so loose dress. It was the tightest corset a woman had worn. Parts of her leg was visible by the slit when she moved. Her dark hair was all fluffy in the curls. A feather was at the back of it and it was still at some points hard for her to recognize herself in her reflection.
"Why don't we travel to New York, and we will both get rich."
Angelica examined Dave quickly in the mirror. "We have both plenty of money, do we not?" Her accent rang in the air.
Dave let her statement circle in his mind for a minute before he continued. "Well, we could get richer. Especially in New England's towns. You would be so popular. Men are already sailing over here just to meet you."
Like almost always when he discussed business, she ignored him. She walked out of the room and ended up in the middle of a group of girls. Her colleagues. It was certainly not the type of job she had been longing for, but it gave her the luxurious apartment with the fantastic view towards the ocean. It gave her a more priveliged life than she ever could have dreamt of.
The Davis. A most popular pub that offered a great entertainment. The show attracted wealthier men as the most import thing of the evening was for sure the ladies. It was a collection of the prettiest ones in New Providence. But also a collection of the ones that did not belong to first class, although they wore just equally expensive clothes, attended the same parties, shared the same friends - and men. But did not belong to first class.
There were common men sitting in the circle closest to the scene, where the women danced. Behind them, in lounges, sat the population that actually financed the event of the night.
And there they sat, Jack and Gibbs drinking their rum, pouring it down. It was something with it that made their heads see things clearer. And it was intriguing.
A fat and short man approached them. They stopped their conversation with raised eyebrows. The man opened his mouth. He was shining and smiling widely. "Welcome, sirs. I have not seen you here before."
Gibbs squinted.
"Mr Joshamee Gibbs."
Jack leaned into Gibbs' side. "He be knowing ye?"
Gibbs leaned partly back to Jack. "I have no clue... It seems so?"
"It is me - Dave!" he practically exclaimed by enthusiasm. "The Davis? I own this place."
"Dave The Davis?" Gibbs repeated and made a sound when he finally figured out who he was. "I know ye, London ten years ago at the burning tavern?"
Dave smiled even wider and held his arms out again. "That is correct!"
Jack kept looking between them.
Dave snapped his fingers and abruptly a waitress appeared with a chair.
"Thank you, Wendy."
She made an uncomfortable nod. "Thank you, Sir Dave."
After thinking about one and two, Jack placed his bottle of rum down onto the marble table. "Ye own this place?"
"Yes, I do," Dave answered.
"That means ye can, say me, bring more rum to the table? How much I'd like to drink?"
Gibbs gave Jack a look. "We be rich Sparrow. We can buy this place if it pleases us, aye?"
Jack let it sink in before he nodded approvingly and leaned comfortably back into the chair. It was true, he did not need to steal anymore and get things for free, he could buy anything he wanted. Even though it was still a lot of fun to steal.
Dave chuckled. "Are the two of you gentlemen here to book one of my ladies? Or two or three perhaps"
"Book?" Jack asked, but his following sentence died as he kept watching. Watching what he saw.
Dave began explaining. But it was truthfully not anything Jack snapped up. The sound of Gibbs and Dave's conversation went on somewhere in the background of Jack's ears.
He examined the women, and he had gotten stuck on a particular one. The brunette in red. He had been about to pour the newly ordered bottle of rum down his throat, but instead his hand was lowered. His gaze was completely onto her. Nothing else, only the woman and her moves. How long it had been since he could lay his eyes upon her.
What in the world was she doing there? Was it her? Really? Could it be? No? Not her?!
Gibbs and Dave had noticed Jack's staring.
"Angelica?" he let out wonderingly.
The other two heads turned into his gaze's direction. Surely it was; Angelica.
Gibbs gasped. "Angelica? What in the heaven's sake is she..." His Eyes were about to pop.
Dave still wore his proud smile. "Beautiful, isn't she?"
He got no answer. None of the two men could speak. They just watched as the woman moved among the others, did formations in a group and danced single every once in a while. She had this flirtatious look on her face, brown charming eyes as an absorbing ocean, red lips forming seductively and every now and then, some man whistled in response to her flirting.
Jack's eyes peered slightly by the darkness that had come. He did not know if he would boil, or explode.
He gestured towards her with a very firm nod. "I will book her. Suite 211, The Grandiose. Send her there."
A/N: Alright, a little different. What did you think for a start? :)