Hellooooooooooo! Yes, I know I should be working on 'The Open Sea' and 'The Window Has Opened', but this little one-shot type thing just hit me. Nothing is mine; all is the property of The Mouse…

Who WAS she?

By Missy Mouse

There he was. Sauntering around with a bedazzled whelp in tow. One hand snatching at the passing cane, the other wavering around, snatching at wild ideas or, more often than not, waving an elusive coin for a lucky lady.

Bastard.

Oh, and there goes Scarlet, wiggling her hips so much her dress was threatening to collapse. Ridiculously piled, coiffed and curled hair, balanced precariously on her head. Her delicate face paved with powder and paint. She smiled at Captain Sparrow.

Jack smiled back, made an expansive gesture with those lovely, warm, delicate hands; and spun round to face the boy with the force of Scarlet's slap. Scarlet wiggled back across the courtyard.

Sparrow didn't even wobble. Like a bloody dancer. I wanted to be a dancer, to spin on stage and whirl my skirts. Everyone would know my name.

Now I am a sort of actress. I dance a bit. I whirl my skirts everyday and every night.

But no one knows my name.

"Ahh, Giselle!"

"Who was she?"

"What?"

Bastard.

SLAP!

Ok, some people might wonder what the hell I'm on. But basically I was a little miffed as to everyone (including myself for a while) calling the second courtesan 'Giselle'. Her reply to Jack was 'who was she?' so I assume whoever she was, she wasn't Giselle.

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