My Father Gibbs
Prologue
Why Joshamee Gibbs? A question DeLisa often asks herself, the world. Admittedly she complains over nothing about the situation, only ponders who would want to shag such a strange man, having never met her mother discounting her birth. Whoever it was must have been blind drunk, unconcious, or pitying the scallywag beyond all reason. To be truthful, Gibbs was never the ideal father, spending his days on the open sea as first mate of the infamous Black Pearl, the captain of said vessel being Jack Sparrow himself.
For added convenience to the crew, DeLisa was a citizen of Tortuga, a nasty port town soaked to the very foundations with liquor and infested with pirates. To find an honest living in the rat hole was near impossible and defeated by the tribulations, DeLisa settled for something less than honorable, a seductress. A seductress being only a level higher than the common whore often times found in Tortuga taverns and alleyways. While a whore pleasures, a seductress leaves you wanting and broke after thier average filching of all of their customer's money.
Granted, if her father were ever to hear of her less than noble lifestyle it was a certain fact that she'd be on her way to Port Royal to live out the rest of her years, a complaint was stifled on the idea of living amongst powdered wigs and prancing children. A luxury of Tortuga was the lack of any society, no one owned a rank in the pirate port and there was no Lord or Lady or Governor. To each drunken man they were all but the same.
DeLisa was many things to her father, including his daughter, his best friend, his drinking buddy, his arch enemy, and as she stationed herself within the spare bedroom of her small home, his maid.
The room was a filthy mess of clothes, empty bottles of rum, dust, maps, and held the lingering odor of not only all the rum and dirt in the world, but the scent of Jack Sparrow, a guest at her home the previous night. There was always a particular odor, an air about him, that was never quite easily placed and was often times the single perfume of her home. Unfortunately, the one man she ever did seem to be flattered by was him and it was him that she did loathe to the ends of the earth. DeLisa attempted forgetting him a thousand times over, forgetting every golden smile and placating gestures to woo her, though never did it work. She was as much captivated by his passes on her as she was by her quarrels with her father.
The Black Pearl, Jack Sparrow's ship, awaited her dad and in a matter of days, perhaps hours if the Captain became so restless, would be boarding once more to abandon her for months at a time.
However, as much as she found the idea repulsive on occasion, DeLisa did treasure her father greatly, loved him with a section of her heart always, forever. And so with that adoration in mind, she wordlessly crept about the bedroom, cleaning every surface and folding every article of clothing until it was nearly spotless, save for the lump of tangled blankets on the bed, beneath it all her father slept.
Opening the curtains, DeLisa let the morning sunlight pour into the room, collecting on the floor and cascading off the edge of the bed, however it never touched Gibbs, as if sensing his less than concious state and politely letting him be. Despite these attempts to illuminate the room, it still seemed bland and lifeless, the walls faded and dingy, the squalid wardrobe still as humdrum as ever, and sordid floorboards drab and defunct. Heaving a burdened sigh, DeLisa seated herself in the armchair by the window, picking at the damaged leather arm rests thoughtlessly, her mind elsewhere.
For just a moment DeLisa enjoyed in escaping, pretending to fly over Tortuga, over the sea to some place grand, to some place unknown; an isle as far as away one could manage. The salty sea air stung her lungs and nostrils yet she delighted in the sensation nonetheless. The distant sounds of a flock of birds, the shouts of sailors, and waves lapping against the jagged rocks and sands of the sea shore reached her ears, a vacation from what lay just outside the glass pane of her window. One eye opened, half expecting to find that lost island, but the windowsill lined with emptied rum bottles had greeted her instead, another blue sphere was revealed reluctantly.
Lingering on her childish expedition, DeLisa ascertained all that she truly wanted from this world. Swiveling her head to peer at her father sleeping soundly beneath the quilt hand sewn by DeLisa herself, a small grin cracked onto her lips--dried and peeling from being so chapped--at her discovery, at her marvelous plan.
What do you think so far? Before you begin to question, here are some answers: No, it will not be a major JackOC romance. Yes, I'm mulling over the idea of including some slight romantic scenes between them but don't expect any sizeable love affairs. Yes, it does take place before Dead Man's Chest. Any other questions? Feel free to ask!
Disclaimer: Once and once only, I do not own anything but DeLisa Gibbs and the idea for the story. All other characters and such are copyrighted to Disney.
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