Disclaimer: Disclaimers suck. As much as I wish I did, I don't own jack
(*sniff*), Will, the pearl, or anything else from Pirates of the Caribbean,
Except Shail, who was made up by a friend of mines. Thanks, friend! I only
borrowed the POTC guys, and I promise to give them back, except jack, who
is currently handcuffed to my bed. Heh.
Chapter 1
Jack sat at the tavern in Tortuga as usual. Three years had passed since had gotten the black pearl back, and it was harboured outside. It often attracted crowds curious to see the infamous ship. The tavern was one of the places he could go unnoticed now, away from crowds of young sailors eager to see the captain of the huge ship.
Meanwhile, as he sat drinking, a young woman sauntered into the bar, hands in the pockets of her ankle length coat. She had deep blue eyes, and white blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the base of her neck, and a stern but pretty face. "One ale, mate," She said to the barkeep, handing him two small coins. She looked around at the scene of chaos around her, and seeing that there were no empty tables, sighed wearily. She wandered over to where jack was sitting with her ale, as that was the only table without a huge crowd. "Oi, anyone sitting here?" She asked him. Jack looked at her. "No, sit here if you like." She gave him a crooked grin. "Ta," She said. Jack took in the face of the woman in front of him. "Have we met?" He asked, and then braced himself for the usual slap. She shook her head. "No," she said. "I don't think we 'ave. what's your name?" She asked him. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," He said. "I'm Captain Shail McGuire," she told him, offering him a hand in a handshake, which he accepted. "So, what ship are ye captain of?" jack asked her. She grinned. "I sail the Nova. Grand little ship, almost as fast as that bloody Norringtons interceptor." Jack grinned, remembering what had became of the ship because of him.
She tilted her head back and took another long drought. "So what ship would ye be on, mate?"
"Oh, I'm the captain of the black pearl," Jack said proudly.
He grinned broadly and took a long drink from his tankard.
She paused, halfway into another drink. "No. " Her face split into an excited grin. "Not the cursed black pearl?"
"Ex, cursed," Jack replied. "And yes. The Grandest ship on the Spanish main!" "Incredible..." She laughed and shook her head. "Well, 'tis a pleasure to meet the captain of the infamous Black Pearl, I must say."
Jack laughed. "Oh, your pint is finished. Let me get another for ye," he said, standing up.
"Certainly." She said, though it was common knowledge that it was unwise to allow a pirate to give you a drink.
Jack left the table for a few minutes and later returned with two tankards (although he had to get another; some drunk knocked the first ones out of hands, with Jack retaliating by shooting him.)
"Thanks, mate." She said as she accepted her drink, booted feet still resting on the table. "So what brings the great Captain Jack to this lowly tavern?" She asked with a grin.
"Well, this is me favourite tavern, this is where I picked up my crew," he said fondly. "Guess this is like a home to me,"
Her mouth twisted into it's crooked smile once more. "I see. So you spend much time here? Pity we 'aven't met before."
"Say," jack said, giving her a toothy grin. "Dye want to see the pearl sometime?"
She cocked her head, an amused expression on her face. "Could prove worthwhile. 'Ow bout lettin me settle, and I'll be right down." She said sweetly, lifted her feet back down to the ground. She stood and walked over to the barkeep, paying for a room and swinging the key on one finger.
"Alright. I'll see you at the docks. Savvy?"
"Aye, at the docks." She agreed as she turned and strolled over to the staircase. Most of the men would obviously have been interested in exploring the dark folds of her clothing... but for some reason he refrained. Perhaps it was the many weapons at her belt.
A/N: Well, whaddya think? Please R&R!
Chapter 1
Jack sat at the tavern in Tortuga as usual. Three years had passed since had gotten the black pearl back, and it was harboured outside. It often attracted crowds curious to see the infamous ship. The tavern was one of the places he could go unnoticed now, away from crowds of young sailors eager to see the captain of the huge ship.
Meanwhile, as he sat drinking, a young woman sauntered into the bar, hands in the pockets of her ankle length coat. She had deep blue eyes, and white blonde hair pulled into a ponytail at the base of her neck, and a stern but pretty face. "One ale, mate," She said to the barkeep, handing him two small coins. She looked around at the scene of chaos around her, and seeing that there were no empty tables, sighed wearily. She wandered over to where jack was sitting with her ale, as that was the only table without a huge crowd. "Oi, anyone sitting here?" She asked him. Jack looked at her. "No, sit here if you like." She gave him a crooked grin. "Ta," She said. Jack took in the face of the woman in front of him. "Have we met?" He asked, and then braced himself for the usual slap. She shook her head. "No," she said. "I don't think we 'ave. what's your name?" She asked him. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow," He said. "I'm Captain Shail McGuire," she told him, offering him a hand in a handshake, which he accepted. "So, what ship are ye captain of?" jack asked her. She grinned. "I sail the Nova. Grand little ship, almost as fast as that bloody Norringtons interceptor." Jack grinned, remembering what had became of the ship because of him.
She tilted her head back and took another long drought. "So what ship would ye be on, mate?"
"Oh, I'm the captain of the black pearl," Jack said proudly.
He grinned broadly and took a long drink from his tankard.
She paused, halfway into another drink. "No. " Her face split into an excited grin. "Not the cursed black pearl?"
"Ex, cursed," Jack replied. "And yes. The Grandest ship on the Spanish main!" "Incredible..." She laughed and shook her head. "Well, 'tis a pleasure to meet the captain of the infamous Black Pearl, I must say."
Jack laughed. "Oh, your pint is finished. Let me get another for ye," he said, standing up.
"Certainly." She said, though it was common knowledge that it was unwise to allow a pirate to give you a drink.
Jack left the table for a few minutes and later returned with two tankards (although he had to get another; some drunk knocked the first ones out of hands, with Jack retaliating by shooting him.)
"Thanks, mate." She said as she accepted her drink, booted feet still resting on the table. "So what brings the great Captain Jack to this lowly tavern?" She asked with a grin.
"Well, this is me favourite tavern, this is where I picked up my crew," he said fondly. "Guess this is like a home to me,"
Her mouth twisted into it's crooked smile once more. "I see. So you spend much time here? Pity we 'aven't met before."
"Say," jack said, giving her a toothy grin. "Dye want to see the pearl sometime?"
She cocked her head, an amused expression on her face. "Could prove worthwhile. 'Ow bout lettin me settle, and I'll be right down." She said sweetly, lifted her feet back down to the ground. She stood and walked over to the barkeep, paying for a room and swinging the key on one finger.
"Alright. I'll see you at the docks. Savvy?"
"Aye, at the docks." She agreed as she turned and strolled over to the staircase. Most of the men would obviously have been interested in exploring the dark folds of her clothing... but for some reason he refrained. Perhaps it was the many weapons at her belt.
A/N: Well, whaddya think? Please R&R!