L'fille aux qui expérience inoubliable

Author: C.Cslyfan

Summary: A woman who grew up her whole life in Tortuga finds an old friend who knows about a past secret. She also meets the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. Realising freedom is around the corner, she gladly joins his crew with no questions asked...but what's in her past that she does not know? Will it come to haunt her?

Pairings: Possible JackOC fluffiness!

I don't own any ships, taverns, islands or characters, with the exception of Miss Cassie Damour, they all belong to Disney but dammit do I wish i did!

The Faithful Bride tavern was filled with drunken men, women and pirates. A heavy scent of rum and sweat filled the noisy humid air. It wasn't just the many taverns that were like this, the whole island of Tortuga was littered with fights between rum soaked idiots.

A young woman sat across the balcony rail on the second floor of the tavern. A leather hat covered her face and her long brunet hair that was tied up in a scruffy pony tail. A dirty-once-white shirt hung from her shoulders, loose dark grey trousers covered her legs and a pair of old black boots around her feet.

A limp body was thrown over her legs and down on to the floor below by two large men. She smiled as the sound of another pointless fight broke out. Cassie had always lived in Tortuga, and had grown used to the same situations each night.

"'ey lad! Got ge' us a mug!" Ordered one of the largely built men. She saluted with her index and middle finger then jumped down from the balcony, with no intention of spending a few shillings on the already drunk man. Skilfully, she landed in a crouching position, her legs absorbing the impact from hitting the straw covered floor. She waited until another drunken man fell backwards over her then stood up and wiped her hands on her shirt. Damour, still with her hat over her face, strode over to the bar to get a drink for herself and sat down on an empty stool. She looked around the tavern, Tortuga was the only part of her life left…it was probably the least fancy place to live but it was still her home.

Her chocolate eyes drifted to a short line of men, a table sat at the front of the queue. She stood up and, out of curiosity, walked over to the line to see what they were waiting for. At the table sat an old friend of hers who she had known since she was 13.

Cassie joined the line and awaited her turn to come to the table, luckily, she didn't have long to wait…

She kept her head down and placed her hands on her hips as she stood in front of the table.

"An' why would ye like to join the crew? Tell us yer story…" Her friend didn't recognise her, Cassie's lips curled into a grin.

"I thought you'd know my story by now, Gibbs…still at sea I see," She asked in her usual playful mood. With no answer from Gibbs, she raised her head and flicked her hat up so it sat perfectly on her hair.

"Cassie?" He asked almost in a whisper.

"Ya were expectin' Davy Jones?" She replied sarcastically. When ever she mentioned that name to him, Gibbs would always shift his weight uncomfortably…she never knew why…

"For love of mother and child Cass, don't mention tha' name!" He looked around nervously then stared back at her.

"Gibbs I said no flirtin' with the crew… wait until we get them on deck first!" A smug voice commented from the near corner of the tavern. He was obviously amused by his remark, a set of gold and dirty-white teeth gleamed from his smiling lips. He wore a hat, much like Cassie's, on top of a red bandana wrapped around his tangled hair and dreadlocks. Little trinkets were weaved into his dark hair. A belt hung around his hips and another belt was buckled at an angle from his right shoulder to his left hip. A piece of red striped cloth was randomly tied to the top of his first belt.

Cassie walked over to him and lifted the hat to meet his gaze. Almost taken back by who the man was, but didn't show it, she said:

"Well Gibbs, you've succeeded in workin' under Jack Sparrow's orders…I'm proud," and smiled politely at Jack.

"Captain," Jack corrected her and snatched his hat back from her.

"My apologise Captain," She walked back over to Gibbs, "So do I make the crew…or not?" Gibbs stared at her blankly.

"Y'know tis bad luck to 'ave a woman on board…" He chuckled nervously.

"C'mon Gibbs, tis not all that bad, it'll give the crew somethin' to look at," Sparrow winked at Cassie, who just looked at him disgusted.

"Charment monsieur," She said flatly in french.

"Anyways," Jack continued, walking over and standing at the other side of Gibbs, "What's so bad 'bout missy 'ere?" Gibbs stood up and whispered something to Jack, who listened with a weird look on his face. "That's interesting…"

"Aye an' he'll damn us all if 'e knew!" Gibbs said.

"What?" Cassie asked confused.

"Does she know?" The captain asked stupidly.

"No…an' she not be knowin'…unless she finds out 'erself of course…" Gibbs replied coldly.

"Then there be no findin' anythin' out then!" Jack chirped after a thoughtful silence, "Welcome to the crew, miss?"

"Damour, Cassie Damour," She said extending her hand out for her new captain to shake it. Jack took her hand into his and raised it to his lips before saying:

"Right…" and kissed the back of her hand.

"Capt'n, yer can't be serious?!" Gibbs asked frantically.

"When 'ave I not been serious?" Jack questioned still holding Cassie's hand inches away from his lips.

"Well, capt'n…I 'onestly can't remember yer…ever bein' serious…" Jack glared at Gibbs for embarrassing him in front of a woman.

Cassie snatched her hand back from Sparrow. She knew Gibbs always told the truth and now she was now disappointed with Jack.

"I'll meet ya at the dock…captain," With that she turned to the front doors of the tavern.

As soon as Cassie had left through the doors, Jack turned to Gibbs, clearly annoyed.

"Ya really need to learn when to shut up," He said, a little less coldly as expected due to the rum coursing through his veins.

Jack left the tavern and went to go meet up with Damour at the dock.

Once she was in sight, he called after her.

"Aye capt'n?"

"Jus' hold up!" He jogged over. Cassie stopped to let him catch up then asked:

"So, which ship be yours?" She pointed to the row of silent floating ships at the pier.

"Tha' one!" Sparrow said gladly and pointed to a black ship with equally as black sails. Her jaw dropped.

"T-The Black Pearl!? I though it sank!" She stated, shocked. Jack cleared his throat and carefully put his arm around her shoulders, for support or just being friendly? Cassie couldn't tell.

"An' ya get to work on it…for me," He said seductively. She could feel his hot breath on her cheek. Her expression changed to a flirty grin as she realised he was flirting with her.

"Permission to come aboard…captain," She said, turning her gaze to him.

" Tis granted," He whispered, leaning closer to her. Damour spun from his grasp and continued towards the pier, almost falling into a fit of laughter that she had flirted with, even if slightly drunk, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow.

Hope you enjoyed the first chappie! Soz about the shortness but what ever...

By the way, if you were wondering, "L'fille aux qui expérience inoubliable" means "The girl you will never forget" in French, savvy :D

Ok, I'm out, laters

CCsf