Hello there. I usually have a lot to say before chapters but I'm blank on ideas today. Just review at the end, please insert smiley here
Suddenly remembers something It took me a while to decide whether I want this story to happen during DMC or if I should just make up my own thing. I've decided this is during DMC so I have an idea on what needs to be laid down.
Even I know the story is pretty dry in the beginning: but it's going to get really good.
Disclaimer: I own the Tail on Dawn and Theo. No touchy insert smiley here.
Captain Jack Sparrow had been just about everywhere. But out of all of those fascinating places there were two places that he liked best.
One of them was Singapore. Many good times there. Some of those beautiful memories had to do with ripping off many, many corsets…but let's not rush into that.
And of course, there was Tortuga: which is where our story begins.
Jack sat at an old, broken down wood bar table. He was alone for a change. His crew was off to God knows where. Three empty glasses that were once filled with golden rum surrounded him like trophies, showing off his pride and drunkenness. A lovely, mellow sensation filled his bones, smoothing out like molasses and causing a sweet, buzzing feeling in his veins. Jack was humming to himself lazily, playing with the beads in his beard.
Jack had just gone through a very long, boring day: trying to find new crew members for the Pearl wasn't very easy. Gibb's latest update was that four men had signed in. Pathetic. It wasn't making Jack very happy. So, for now, Jack just wanted to sit in his chair, drink his rum, and feel happy. Instead he felt weak and tired, useless and slow moving. Jack figured it was a superb time of day to get terribly drunk, so Jack planned to sit at his table and just keep the drinks coming. Jack noticed that the room had gotten a little louder to him, the voices becoming sort of muffled. He took a lazy sip of the rum and sighed.
Booooring.
Jack look around the room curiously, bored with the sight of the inside of his empty glasses. The normal crowd had assembled in the bar: dirty pirates, wenches, young and old sailors, and a random assortment of others. The wenches starred at him, batting their eyelashes and smiling at him suggestively. Being the dashing, polite man he was, he smiled back politely.
Jack's eyes continued to wander. He was always extra curious when he was drunk: noticing things he had never seen before. The patterns of the wood floor, the way his rum would swish around in his glass, and how strange it felt to pass out in slow motion.
Suddenly, his dark eyes settled on something: someone.
He was observing a young girl, no older then 20-something, who was sitting across the room with grey smoke evaporating from the table she sat at. The smoke floated around her, then floated to the ceiling. Jack squinted at the girl, trying to make out her features through the smoke. A wench came up to the table and started to fan the smoke away, cursing at the girl and the other men at the table for making the bar smell. Jack relaxed his eyes as the girl became visible.
The girl was holding cards tightly and her eyes narrowed at the poker opponents, who were a group of younger pirates no older then thirty or so. In the center of the table was a huge stack of pieces of eight and glasses of rum. Jack watched the poker game intently, as the girl puckered her lips and raised her eyebrows when she glanced down at her cards. Suddenly, the girl looked up at Jack. His gaze locked onto hers. Jack bravely held out, continuing to look at her. She backed off and looked back down at her cards, her face slowly smoothing out. The other poker players tensed and moved around in their seats. Jack could tell the girl was making the men nervous.
The girl then placed her cards on the table, grinning ear to ear. She'd won. A large amount of groans and table banging erupted from the poker table. Jack smirked and tapped his temples. The girl rolled her shoulders back casually and pulled at the tri cornered hat she had on her head, shoving the coins into the pockets of her black breeches.
Jack liked her hat… remind him of his hat.
The girl walked away from the table of cursing men who had now began to whisper amongst themselves. Jack frowned. He began to sense trouble. But before he could even take another sip of his rum, the mysterious girl had walked over to him, and sat down at Jack's table across from him. Jack cleared his throat, taking in her scent of smoke, marula, and sandalwood. The girl propped her elbows up on the table and looked at Jack blankly.
"Can I help you lass?" Jack asked smoothly. The girl nodded and crossed her legs.
"Pardon my rude entrance, but, you see: I have a question for you sir." The girl asked. Jack kept on taking in details of this girl, observing the confidence and smoothness in her tone.
"Yes, luv?" Jack said, leaning in towards the table. The girl leaned it towards Jack, smirking. She got close to his face and looked him in the eye.
"I'm not blind. You've been staring at me all night. Is there something that is intriguing you?" the girl asked slyly.
Bugger.
The burn of being caught in the act went straight to Jack's cheeks, which were now becoming pink with embarrassment.
He observed the girl once again, respectfully. Raven black hair, long and straight, matching her dark, almost black, almond shaped eyes. Her skin was milky and smooth but sun-kissed with smudges of dirt and blood on her cheeks. Her eyes were surrounded by black kohl, much like Jack's, except hers looked much more carefully rubbed in. Full red lips, a thin waist and long gracious legs paired with a curvy mature figure in all the right places. In his opinion, he had a good reason to be staring.
The girl sighed.
"'Scuse me, I'd prefer if you removed your greedy lil' eyes off of me." The girl said coolly. Jack cleared his throat, not knowing really what to say.
She was beautiful: gorgeous more like it.
Say something clever. Jack thought. He tapped his chin.
He was very tired and very drunk and didn't feel prepared to mess with such a girl. He was surprised and proud of himself: will all of the rum in his system, he thought he'd he trying to stick his tongue down her throat already. But here she was, her ass sitting in the chair across from his, making him feel embarrassed. It was all very new to him.
A pathetic, boring, "Sorry" was all Jack could muster. The girl threw her head back and laughed.
"Have a frightened the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow?" The girl asked, grinning. Jack's ears perked up as his entire mood changed once again. He was bored no more. And he loved how she said his name.
"You've heard of me, luv?" Jack asked, as he tried to make himself appear composed. The girl shrugged, smirking.
"Your name is a popular one around here." She said, throwing her hair back casually, fixing her hat. Jack caught sight of eight ear piercings on her left ear. His eyes widened: eight piercings? This girl was more daring then he thought. He liked it.
"What do they call you luv?" Jack asked her, taking a sip of his rum. Her dark eyes flickered.
"Theo: Theo is what I get most." She said smoothly. Jack grinned. He liked that. It had a nice ring to it.
"So, Theo: what's a girl like you doing here?" Jack asked, taking a sip from his rum. Theo chuckled.
"Keeping myself busy, staying in trouble, the usual. For now, I just want some quiet time, but that's hard to do when you're anywhere in Tortuga, aye?" Theo said, snapping her fingers at the barman to pass her a rum.
"And which ship are you with?" Jack asked carefully, playing with his moustache. Theo moved around in her seat uncomfortably, eyeing the floor.
"God Speed: we're restocking." She said quickly. Jack nodded, not knowing if that was the real truth. Theo got her rum, which she drank at light speed, and then returned her gaze to Jack.
"Say…are you any good at poker, Captain Sparrow?" Theo asked, taking a deck of cards out of her pocket. She flipped the deck around in her hands, shuffling them expertly.
"You just destroyed those sea dogs over there: honestly doubt I'd win if I were up against ye." Jack said honestly. Theo smiled warmly. She moved her chair closer to Jacks, settling her elbows on the table. The two talked for a while, exchanging stories and laughing. Jack even stopped with the rum and traded it for Theo's stories of all of the recent ship raids that had occurred.
Jack liked this: the girl was sweet, but rough. She wasn't too flirtatious and had a good heart. She was on the wild side but kept her sweet composure.
Theo was enjoying it also: Jack was funny and charming, and he had the sexiest voice she had ever heard.
Before Jack could finish telling Theo about why he was in Tortuga tonight, a group of men assembled around the table, looking at Theo coldly. It was the group of men she had beat in the poker game an hour ago. Theo sighed and turned to them.
"Can't you see Mr. Sparrow and I are in deep conversation?" Theo snapped. One of the men stepped forward towards Theo. Jack saw her muscles tense as her face smoothed out.
"You'd better run." The man said quietly. Jack shivered as he said that. He didn't like the sound of it. Theo swallowed and narrowed her eyes.
"Don't threaten me." Theo said coldly. Jack watched, intrigued. The man stepped closer as Theo stood up.
"He knows you're here." The man said quietly, an evil grin spreading across his face. Theo's expression changed completely: from confidence to terror.
"You told him…" Theo said, her eyes wide and her face full of shock and fear.
"He's commin' for ye right now." The man said. Theo started to breath heavily and her fists clenched. Suddenly, she threw a hard punch right at the man's jaw, as three gold teeth went flying from his bloody mouth.
"You bastard." Theo hissed.
Everyone in the bar went quiet. Some greedy pirates ran forward to steal the bloody golden teeth that had landed on the floor. Suddenly, Jack went flying off his chair as the man's limp body fell on top of him. Theo had thrown the man and accidentally hit Jack.
Jack shook his head, took a sip of his rum, and jumped off the floor as Theo grabbed the bleeding man and threw him against the wall.
That's when the whole bar went crazy, as a fight involving every drunken pirate to attack one another broke out. Theo picked up Jack's rum and threw the glass at the man after shouting some rude words at him.
"Why…" Jack began, shaking his head. "Is the rum always gone!" he said, ducking as a chair narrowly missed his head. Theo turned to Jack and looked at the broken glass on the floor, realizing she had used his glass.
"Sorry bout tha'." She said before throwing another strong punch at the man's nose, no doubt breaking it.
Theo suddenly grabbed Jack's arm pulled him into the corner. She took the tri corner hat off her head and shoved it into Jack's arms.
"Here: I nicked it off you before. Good luck, Jack Sparrow." Theo said quickly. Jack felt the top of his head: he hadn't been wearing his hat all along. Theo suddenly jumped over a table and ran to the door, taking her pistol out along the way. Jack ran to her, grabbing her arm.
"Wait…don't go." Jack said as his smile faded. Theo sighed and shook her head.
"I'm sorry Jack: I hope we meet again." Theo said with a sad smile. Jack could tell she was scared. He wished he knew why.
She leaned towards Jack, kissed him on the cheek, and disappeared into the night. Jack stood in shock for a moment, trying to absorb what had just happened.
Must…go after…Theo. Jack thought, shaking his head and leaning on a table for support. The room was spinning now, as the cries of the drunken pirates became louder. Now the drunkenness was kicking in. Maybe it wasn't the best night to get drunk.
Seconds later, the backdoor of the bar burst open. Four angry, sweaty, dirty pirates came in, all holding pistols. One fired a shot into the ceiling as the whole room went quiet. Jack knew the face of one of the pirates: his heart began to race. Everyone backed away from the four pirates, whispering in fear. Their captain stepped forward, his teeth bared and his cheeks a flaming red.
"Where did the dirty wench go?" He roared, firing another shot.
"S-she ran out! That w-way!" someone shouted immediately. Jack cursed the fool who ratted Theo out. Before anyone could react, Jack got down on his knees and crawled across the bar, sneaking towards the door. Jack leapt up and ran out of the bar, running through the crowded streets of Tortuga. Theo was gone, lost in the crowd of pirates and wenches.
"Bugger." Jack said under his breath. He watched as the men who had burst into the Tail On Dawn moments ago shoved Jack out of the way, looking everywhere for Theo. Jack felt a sinking feeling in his stomach: he could tell those men wanted her for some reason. Jack highly doubted it was a good reason.
Chapter uno! Please review, it means a lot. I'm already done with chapter two, I just needs reviews and it'll be up.