The sea water created such a wonderful sensation for Catherine. She walked
calmly along the beach, holding up many skirts and taking in the beauty
around her. Gentle breezes pulled her light brown hair back from her face
as she strolled along. She closed her dark blue eyes slightly as she took
in her sourroundings. 'I could get used to this, I'm sure.' She thought to
herself as she grinned. Catherine had always thought the sea was beautiful.
She was, however, terrified to be asail.
Just as she was getting comfortable with her surroundings, she felt a sharp poke to her side.
"'Ey, miss . . . wake up!" She heard the slurred words only vaguely as she slowly came to her senses. "Are you okay love?"
"What?" She asked softly. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows and felt a sharp sting in her head. "Oh, I have a headache."
The strange man looked at her curiously. "How is it that a fine lady such as ye'rself came to be sleepin' in the middle of Tortuga?"
Catherine faced the man and immediately focused on his dark eyes, they had a mysterious appeal to them and she couldn't help but stare. "Or maybe that isn't the proper question?" He slurred. Catherine could tell he was drunk but the way he spoke, and then noticed him swaying slightly as he crouched over her, trying to keep his balance.
"I . . . I'm not really quite sure Mr. . ."
"Jack Sparrow. Captain, if you will." He grinned, revealing glittering gold teeth. Still, she thought, he was very handsome.
"Well, Mr. Captain Jack Sparrow . . . I'm not quite sure what happened to me." She struggled to her feet and found that her legs were fairly wobbly. 'What did happen to me?' She thought as she brushed some dirt off her simple canvas skirt.
"Well then maybe I can inquire to your name?" He also stood up to face her. He noticed her slender waist and curvy hips as he did, and she couldn't help but notice his stare lingering at her breasts.
"It's Catherine. Thank you Mr. Sparrow, it was really quite nice to meet you, but I must be on my way." Catherine began to stumble off, still not quite sure what had happened to her. All she knew was that her head hurt and she couldn't quite keep her balance.
"Just wait a minute, love!" Jack called after her. Catherine turned around and awaited what he had to say. "How about you let me buy you a drink?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Sparrow, but if you think I am a whore I can assure you I am not." Catherine stated, offended.
"No, no love. But what you are is a fine lady and I just wanted to be a gentleman is all." He grinned mischeviously and Catherine raised an eyebrow in response.
"Alright, Mr. Sparrow. I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt. But that's all."
"Anything you say, love."
Just as she was getting comfortable with her surroundings, she felt a sharp poke to her side.
"'Ey, miss . . . wake up!" She heard the slurred words only vaguely as she slowly came to her senses. "Are you okay love?"
"What?" She asked softly. She slowly propped herself up on her elbows and felt a sharp sting in her head. "Oh, I have a headache."
The strange man looked at her curiously. "How is it that a fine lady such as ye'rself came to be sleepin' in the middle of Tortuga?"
Catherine faced the man and immediately focused on his dark eyes, they had a mysterious appeal to them and she couldn't help but stare. "Or maybe that isn't the proper question?" He slurred. Catherine could tell he was drunk but the way he spoke, and then noticed him swaying slightly as he crouched over her, trying to keep his balance.
"I . . . I'm not really quite sure Mr. . ."
"Jack Sparrow. Captain, if you will." He grinned, revealing glittering gold teeth. Still, she thought, he was very handsome.
"Well, Mr. Captain Jack Sparrow . . . I'm not quite sure what happened to me." She struggled to her feet and found that her legs were fairly wobbly. 'What did happen to me?' She thought as she brushed some dirt off her simple canvas skirt.
"Well then maybe I can inquire to your name?" He also stood up to face her. He noticed her slender waist and curvy hips as he did, and she couldn't help but notice his stare lingering at her breasts.
"It's Catherine. Thank you Mr. Sparrow, it was really quite nice to meet you, but I must be on my way." Catherine began to stumble off, still not quite sure what had happened to her. All she knew was that her head hurt and she couldn't quite keep her balance.
"Just wait a minute, love!" Jack called after her. Catherine turned around and awaited what he had to say. "How about you let me buy you a drink?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Sparrow, but if you think I am a whore I can assure you I am not." Catherine stated, offended.
"No, no love. But what you are is a fine lady and I just wanted to be a gentleman is all." He grinned mischeviously and Catherine raised an eyebrow in response.
"Alright, Mr. Sparrow. I suppose one drink wouldn't hurt. But that's all."
"Anything you say, love."