Lilliane
Disclaimer: I do not own POTC or Captain Jack Sparrow, much as I wish I do.
This is not a MarySue (what ever that is) and if anyone accuses this as one, they'll be ripped 5 new ones. I accept constructive criticism, not flames. Flamers will be shot, survivors will be decapitated, courtesy of the Headless Hessian.
Summary: Jack gets more than he bargained for when he encounters Lilliane, a pirate on the market or 'holiday' if you prefer.
On with the story!
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'Clink.' The shot glass, empty, came down defeatedly. A young women's voice called out "More rum Geoff!" The woman sat slouched in a broken stool. She was wearing ragged men's clothes and a threadbare bandana over her dark tangled hair.
"Geoff! Mo' ruumm!" She growled, her speech beginning to slur. Geoffry, the bar & innkeeper, a rugged man of his word, strode over and plucked the glass out of her hand.
"Lilliane, I tink yeh've 'ad a bit too mich rum." Geoffry replied. Like many other Caribbean born Africans, he spoke with the cockney of the islands on his tongue.
"No I haven't! I'm nodrunk!" Lilliane protested, "Moooooooore rruuuummm!" She whined in a high-pitched voice. Geoffry struggled to keep a straight face. Lilliane sounded like a small child who had been cut off from her sweets and wasn't too over the moon about it.
"I'm soba! I'm…….I'm…….I'm………I'm drunk as a skunk." With that, Lilliane toppered off the stool and spilled onto the floor, making an audible 'Thunk!' when she hit the dirty ground. Geoffry snickered to himself good naturedly and carried Lilliane to a decent room. When he shut the door, a loud snore could be heard.