DISCLAIMER!I'm going to say this once and ONLY once… I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did, I'd play the part of Jack Sparrow's top wench and it wouldn't be rated for the eyes of anyone under 18… Or is it 21… ALSO! Don't forget to read the tops of each page…
Chapter One…Virginia the Wench
"GINIA!" Mama Ruby called me from the room where she lay in a tangle of sheets with one of the sailors holding her close.
"Yes, Mama?" I looked up at the woman as the man brushed his lips over her neck. "Would you like me to get you something?"
"Aye." She mumbled as her eyes fluttered. "Get two bottles of rum and bring them up."
I curtsied to her and slipped out of the room as she moaned. "Damn wench." I muttered under my breath as I walked down the steps to the cellar. "Ginia, do this. Ginia, fetch that. Ginia, sit there watch while I screw the brains out of this drunken old sot! UGH!" I snatched two bottles off a shelf and hurried back up the steps, anxious to get out of the rat-infested hole. And that hole WASN'T just the cellar.
I hated the whole damn island. The town was full of drunks and thieves and murderers while the island itself wasn't good for anything. I knocked on Mama Ruby's door and she yelled for the rum. I opened the door and stepped in, ignoring the nauseous odor of the sailor and Mama's sex. Handing the rum to her I quickly curtsied again and raced from the room.
"Ginia, sweetling!" one of the ladies moaned as I walked by. "Could you tell Mama Ruby I'm sick?"
"TELL HER YOURSELF!" I shouted at the woman before racing down the stairs to the tavern.
"Oh, Ginia!" Another whore called as I ran past her. "Could you help me with this guy? He can't walk right! GINIA?"
I ignored her and ran out the door. I kept running until I reached the docks. When I finally stopped, right at the edge, I was breathless. I looked at the water as I struggled for oxygen. It looked so invite. What if I just stepped off the pier and took a deep breath. Let my lungs fill with water and my body sink into the depths. I felt a hand on my shoulder, though I knew if I looked, I wouldn't see someone of flesh and bone. I'd see the ghost of my mother. I'd never known my father. Otherwise, I might see him too.
The smell of alcohol and sex hit my nose as the hand vanished from my shoulder. I turned to see a tall blond whore standing in front of me. "Damn you!" She yelled as she slammed her hand across my cheek. "Didn't you hear me calling you, Virginia? ANSWER ME!"
"I'm sorry, Trinket." I whispered. "I didn't."
The blond looked at me through her hard, painted eyes. "What are you doing out here? You're supposed to be working."
I sighed and looked away. "I'm sorry."
Trinket's icy stare warmed and she tilted my face to her. "What is it, Gin?"
I pulled away and stalked past her. "Nothing." I said coldly. "Nothing, at all."