First PotC fic, please be kind. If she begins to be anything MARY SUE like tell me and I'll try to cull it immediately.
And of course: DISCLAIMER, DISCLAIMER, DISCLAIMER
I am merely borrowing the characters I will try to have them back in relatively one piece, except for Jack.
"Alexandra, its your mother, you're sisters engagement party is next week and I want to remind you to wear a dress. Call me before the party."
She snorted at that as she listened to her messages sitting astride on her bed. Her toolbox, which actually contained her plethora of knives, sat to one side of the doorway, locked as always. "Alex, its Bryce, I just wanted to know if you could do a five hour shift at the abattoir tomorrow? I already know you have a three hour shift at the butchery after but if you can call me back."
She teetered on that, she was a butcher by trade, for her it was either that or pluming and she preferred to keep the crack of her rear end a private matter. She'd worked at the abattoir as a part time job while she also had her apprenticeship at the local butchers, now she was full time and she really preferred cold meat now that live animals. Alex sighed and picked up the phone.
"Bryce Curkland."
He answered.
"Bryce, its Alex, I'll do the shift."
Finishing the call she hung the phone up and went to sleep.
The next day seemed to be a blur for her, She got to the abbetoir, she was working the early shift, got kitted up, took out her own knives and did the shift, changing into her butchers clothes she then drove across town and did the shift at the butchers, by the time she'd finished she wore a mix of black, blood splattered work pants and her white butchers shirt which also had blood stain on it, she was sure she'd get pulled over by police, she looked like a deranged butch murderer.
Going through her normal routine she pressed the message button but this time hauled the toolbox up onto the bed with her. "Alex, its your mother, please ring bout the party, I saw a nice mauve dress the other day and-" She hit delete before her mother's message could finishes, a big pass on that.
"Alex, it Lyle, I know you're still angry about the break up but I think eventually you'll forgive me,"
The moment her ex's voice started she felt very tired her head drooped into a pillow while her hand still limply clung to her toolbox.
"I'm sure that somewhere in space and time is a man who's accept all of you and you'll be as happy as me and Angelique and you'll get married like your sister and-"
She didn't hear anymore her head felt so heavy she felt almost sucked in by it, her body seemed to spin and circle and she clutched at whatever was around her, she could feel something, her toolbox, her knives, cradling it she entered what she though was a dream.
Alex seemed to watch her life in this dream pan out like a movie, she was in some port, it was nondescript but old, like she was in a period movie. She watched herself walk along the streets her toolbox clutched tightly in her hand, she met up with a handsome man, he teetered back and forth as if very, very drunk, which he possibly was.
"'ello, luv."
He slurred eyeing her.
"Y'know luv, you're a very pretty lass."
She nodded.
"You're not so bad yourself, Mr..."
"Sparrow, luv."
He finished throwing an arm around her shoulders and urging her to walk with him.
"Captain Sparrow, pirate, defeater of immortal skeletons and chief of-"
"I have to be leaving now, Captain Sparrow."
Alex watched herself from wherever she was in this dream but the man caught her.
"D'go lass, I'm in luv with you, yer a very pretty lass."
"You're drunk as a skunk, Captain."
He nodded smiling but skill holding onto her arm.
"Aye, but I'm not lying."
He seemed to trail of and think in his head he stood up straight and letting go of her arms opened his arms wide,
"I know! I'll prove it, marry me!"
She stopped and titled her head perplexed.
"Excuse me?"
"Marry me, luv. That way you know I love ye and we can sail away on the Pearl and live happily ever after unless Elizabeth gets kidnapped again and the whelp interrupts me life... again."
Alex watched this all unfold and suddenly she felt herself being pulled into her own body, she had conscious control, and considering it was a dream and she was currently on the look out for a man be he dream or otherwise she accepted. "Alright, Captain Sparrow, I accept."
The man nodded his brown eyes twinkled.
"Glad I brought me pistol along, let go find a priest to threaten."
Alex felt a beam of sunlight stream onto her face waking her she tried to wave it off but it wasn't working. "Feck off!"
She grumbled snuggling deep into the covers.
"My day off, sleeping in, go away."
Turning away from what she felt was a wall her hand fell onto skin, warm skin with muscles under it, it emitted a groan.
"Bloody 'ell, shouldn't have overdone it last night,"
He murmured, Alex opened and eye to see a man, the man from her dream, Captain something or other. Looking around she saw she was in a room or cabin of some sort.
"Morning luv."
He looked down at her his brown eyes held an intensity that almost made her smile, the kohl around them made him seemed darker, nor evil but darker somehow.
"Who are you?"
She questioned beginning to get up only to find he'd wrapped an arm around her waist.
"I'd be asking the same question of you, luv."
Alex tried to pull away but her tired muscles protested and she relaxed back down into the bed and into his arms.
"Alex."
He quirked an eyebrow.
"Alexandra Linnet."
She shrugged.
"Sparrow,"
He replied,
"Captain Jack Sparrow."
He moved suddenly and sat up watching her.
"Did I pay you last night or do I have to give you your fee now?"
It was Alex's turn to quirk an eyebrow.
"Fee?"
"Well ye are a wench, aren't ye, lass?"
Alex jumped out of the bed and looked for a weapon, she could see her toolbox sitting, locked on a chair and all she could see was a pistol.
"I am not a whore, Captain Sparrow; if I was would I still have all my clothes on?"
It seemed like an absurd question even for her to say but it was the only thing she could think of as she pointed the gun, the very archaic gun at him. Slowly he stood, clothed only in pants and began to walk forward.
"Look, luv, just-"
His foot touched a piece of paper and he picked it up reading it briefly.
"For the love of god."
Forgetting the gun she grabbed the paper out of his hand, it was some sort of official thing. 'Certificate of Marriage' it had written and down the bottom she saw her signature and obviously his.
"This is bullshit."
She said, the Captain was up behind her and ranting.
"Of course this has happened, why not, bloody 'ell. A wife!"
She looked at the date,
"Backwards in time?"
"Of course you'll live here with me, why not, take me plunder, women don't belong on ships, I didn't really believe Gibbs but now I think I'm beginning to believe him."
She watched him pace and rant he seemed to flounce around as he did making the performance camp if nothing else.
"Captain,"
"And of course she'll want babies, all women want babies, except maybe Anamarie, but it may be because she's more pirate than woman,"
"Captain,"
She tried again watching his act.
"What am I going to do with babies? "
"Captain!"
He turned and looked at her,
"Aye, luv?"
"We are not married."
He smiled at her and threw an arm around her shoulders.
"Did I write the wrong signature?"
She shook her head.
"No, but we can't be married, I don't even know you."
He shrugged.
"Don't know you either luv, only the odd thought that I proclaimed I loved you once."
First Chappie done, plz review and tell me if I should continue it.
Charls.