I suppose I should start at the beginning that is where most good stories begin. I wish I could tell you this
is a sweet, funny story that makes you fell warm and fuzzy inside. And I'll tell you right now it's not. This is about how I got mixed up with a pirate and nearly lost my life. But before I can tell you how I nearly died I must tell you how I got to that point. To tell the prelude as it were. This gets good I promise.
I was born and raised in Port Royal with only my mom as family and despite being dirt poor my mother gave me the best education she could. After she taught me how to read I quickly fell in love with books and found solace in words when my father died when I was a child. After that my mother would get me books whenever we had the money. Those moments were very far and few between. But while I drowned myself in the written word my mother drowned herself in rum. So as soon as I was old enough I was forced to find work.
My father's passing really didn't really affect me the way it did my mother since I was so young when he passed I don't remember him much. When my mother was actually sober she would always tell me I looked just like him with my long black hair and bright blue eyes that she swore glowed in the night. But she refuses to tell me anything else.
I worked all around Port Royal and when I wasn't working I had a small garden that I worked in. Having the garden helped to keep us fed when jobs became scarce. It made sense because as a child I was constantly scolded for playing outside in the dirt or even going outside to pick wildflowers rather than sitting inside and doing something more ladylike such as sewing. It was a difficult thing to find work and being a woman made it all the more difficult but I didn't have a choice especially because my mother was now constantly ill.
Now a young woman I bartend at bar that doesn't have a name as it's changed owners so quickly and so many times that it was never given a proper title. It's current owner however uses my femininity to his profit.
"More money." he says. "They will overpay a little beauty like yourself more often than you can imagine and whatever they overpay is your to keep."
I considered myself lucky to have my job with with a boss as kind to let extra profit go home with his bartender. But I can recall times when I had to steal money and food to make ends meet. There is a reason why I have so many scars, carefully hidden underneath my shirt.
My typical attire is a simple low cut white shirt, covered in stains and worn from years of wear along with simple black pants and matching colored black boots that were worn nearly through.
Tonight the regulars were especially rowdy much to my dismay. Several men had already tried pulling me into their laps and I would have to break the bottle they were drinking out of over their heads to get them off.
From time to time pirates would wander in which often ended in a massive bar fight. As I would soon come to learn tonight was indeed one of those nights.
I wiped down the bar while patrons were in the middle of a round and did not require my attention. While I cleaned another rowdy lot came crashing in and it wasn't hard to tell they were pirates looking to spend some loot.
I absent-mindedly checked to make sure the pistol nearest me was loaded and ready. I kept three hidden and spaced apart underneath the edge of the bar depending on where I was. Partly for my protection and if a man tried to start a fight and I'm not in the mood to climb over the bar to knock him out.
Still despite the occasional pirate the wandered in and stirred things up this place was quiet especially after I shot a guy who decided he would try to sweet talk me into his bed. It was the same thing day in and day out and it was driving me mad, I couldn't stand it here anymore. I wanted to see the world and go out and explore.
"A bottle of rum, lass." I looked up to see where the voice came from and found the most exotic man to ever wander in here sauntering up to the bar with a seemingly drunken swagger along with another man with a graying beard. I raised an eyebrow but say nothing before grabbing a bottle and handing it over the counter. He begins to walk away but I'm not inclined to let him get away.
"Oi." I call out. He turns and throws several shillings on the bar before continuing his walk at least five more then what I would have normally charged him. I shrugged and put the usual cost in the money box and kept the rest. Maybe I will be able to get some new boots.
As I put the money away he settles in a back table with the man he came in with. The pair remained within my eyesight which gives me the chance to study the more outlandish of the two. He had bronze skin most likely from years at sea. His raven dreds were decorated with all manner of beads and other trinkets leaving me to wonder how much of the world this man had seen.
A bottle being broken on the other side of the room interrupts my thoughts. A sigh barely escapes my lips before the whole bar is engulfed in a massive fight. I duck just as a bottle brushes the top of my head before smashing into the wall behind me. I flatten my back against the bar and reach above me for one of my pistols and check to make sure it is loaded and gratefully it was.
Risking a bottle or bullet to the head I peek over the bar to find the small space dominated by madness. Whatever set them off tonight must have been bad. They had even begun smashing bottles, chairs, and anything else that was breakable. And of course on top of this mess, the boss had decided I could run the place alone tonight despite having knowledge of multiple ships being docked here right now.
Suddenly as if that weren't enough some bloody Navy officers came bursting in smashing the bars' new front door in the process no doubt after the pirates that came in earlier in the evening. With this the man who asked me for rum and his aging friend snuck behind the bar with me.
"Ye wouldn't happen to know another way out would you lass?" I paused before asking my own question.
"They are after you two aren't they?"
He nods and reveals the P branded on his arm.
"Pirate." I murmur and as I speak I realize who he is. "Your Jack Sparrow."
He frowns a bit much like a child when upset. "Captain Jack Sparrow Darlin." The older man snorts in response my statement which was appearing to be a foolish choice of words.
I rolls my eyes and begin to creep to the edge of the bar peeking around to find the place is a lost cause to the brawl in progress. I motion to Jack and his now apparent crew member to follow me knowing that no one was likely to see us as the officers attempted to end the fight. "Good luck." I thought.
While the officers have their backs turned turned to us I seize the opportunity and bolt for the back door and into a narrow alley. I shut the door quietly so as not to alert the men inside. Jack begins to walk towards the dock which is a short distance away. There was mischief in his onyx eyes it was almost as if he enjoyed getting into trouble. "So what will you do now? Ye certainly cannot return to work after helping a notorious pirate such as myself escape." He said pointing at himself. His tone was alarmingly serious for such such an odd man so he caught me off guard. But I did not get a chance to answer as a small patrol coming around the corner caught us in their sight.
"Cap'n!" Jack's crew member alerts us to their presence.
Jack grabs my wrist and takes off down the street with me half running half stumbling to keep up. "Ye can come with us love, but I can't guarantee your safety." he shouts over the sound of bullets now sailing past our heads.
"I think my safety is in question either way." I reply daring a look behind us to see the soldiers on our heels. When I look back ahead I see we are nearing the docks and in the night I see a ship that I once thought was a legend, a ship with black sails. The Black Pearl which was as we raced towards it was already leaving port.
"Oi." Jack shouts and the crew throws two lines out to us. "Hold on." He commands before grabbing my waist and the rope at the same time. I barely have time to get a fistful of his shirt before we are hoisted into the air and onto the deck.
The older man hits the deck next to me with Jack right behind me. "Welcome aboard miss." Jack says with a toothy grin.
"Miss Violet." I reply quietly my shyness beginning to take it's hold on me.
Jack steps forward now in a black jacket and tricorn hat. "Mister Gibbs." He addresses the man who ran through Port Royal with us. "Miss Violet shall be a guest and remain unharmed while in our care." Gibbs looked as if he wanted to faint.
"It's awful bad luck to bring a woman aboard sir." Gibbs says fearfully.
"Nonsense Gibbs." Jack waves him off. "All hands weigh anchor make way for Tortuga." Jack commands and the crew scatters.
I wander over to the rail to see Port Royal disappearing behind us. "I'm afraid ye most likely will be unable to return here Darlin." Jack says as he joins me. I shake my head slightly.
"Jack, I've lived here my whole life there. I want to see the world. To go out and explore and do what I want when I want." He turned to me then.
"You sound like a pirate already." He says with a hint of pride.
I look back out at the sea and the setting sun which had interestingly enough had turned the sea a deep violet. I turn to my right and face him. "Tortuga?"
He nods and that childish grin returns. "Tortuga."
A/N: So I'm back with a new story I'm horrible with updates but I will do my best to post on a regular basis.
This story is dedicated to to very amazing authors, Sleepy Lotus and M. S. Arora who really did inspire this story and are still driving the imagination behind it. Please go check them out! I would love reviews but please no flames they just hurt and don't do me and good as an author. Thanks!