Unless Disney decides to give me a really nice birthday present, I don't
own any of the characters or the film bla bla bla...
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A Hard Man To Predict
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He watches her, enjoying that gentle unconscious sway of her hips. Never has he seen a woman so without artifice - how did she end up here? Under the control of a woman like Scarlet.He takes another gulp of rum and continues to watch. The dress of her occupation doesn't suit her, and she has no need of the make up that is smothering her features. Not for long can his reverie last, not in this place.
'Jack!'
He turns, and there she is, the woman who rules all those under her control with a rod of iron.
'Scarlet! Tell me, what does a man with time to kill 'ave to do to get some service around 'ere?'
She giggles.
'Oh, one drink and I'm anybody's.'
'One drink and a handful of gold you mean.'
She giggle again, and perches herself on his lap, so she can whisper in his ear.
'I've got a new one here tonight - green as they come. Fresh and unplucked, as it were. I thought you might like to be the one to break her in for me.'
He glances around the room.
'Where?'
She points.
'There.'
It's the girl he has been watching. He turns back to Scarlet.
'What's 'er name?'
Scarlet thinks for a moment.
'Maggie. She's from - damn I've forgotten. Somewhere far off anyway. She turned up the day before yesterday, looking for a job. She's pretty, so she got one. Simple.'
'She looks awful young to be one of your girls.'
'Oh she is, she is, but like I said she's pretty and could be making a lot of money in the not too distant future.'
'But 'ow much for tonight?'
Scarlet throws up her hands in mock delight. 'I knew the prospect of fresh blood would get you. Seeing as how you're such a valued customer, only five.'
He reaches into his coat and pulls out a bag that chinks as it moves. He takes out five gold coins and hands them to Scarlet.
'Pleasure doing business with you Jack.'
Scarlet gets up, and walks across the crowded bar to the girl. Jack simply absorbs himself in his rum until she gets back, tugging the wretched creature behind her.
'Here you are Jack. Maggie, this is Captain Jack Sparrow. Treat him nice now.'
Scarlet throws Maggie unceremoniously in Jack's direction, and bustles off. Jack looks Maggie up and down, this latest recruit to Scarlet's painted army. She looks terrified, but is trying to put on a brave front.
'So you're Captain Jack Sparrow. I've heard all about you' she says, after a moment.
She looks so tense he can hardly stand it.
'Look love, let me get you a drink eh? You just sit 'ere and wait till I get back.'
Before she can answer her gets up and sways off in the direction of the bar. He orders her a pint and gets himself another rum. Just as the barman returns, Jack hears a high pitched scream from behind him. It's Maggie. Another pirate is holding her at sword point, and Scarlet is trying to calm the situation.
'This one's taken for the night,' she's saying. 'Have another one of my girls, or come back tomorrow.'
He doesn't say a word, simply presses his sword harder against Maggie's throat until a tiny trickle of blood runs down her neck and her dress. She lets out a small squeal of pain. Jack forgets all about the drinks, and in a second is pressing his pistol into the temple of the other pirate.
'Jack, no!' Jack pretends he can't hear Scarlet's plea. Death is bad for business.
'Get out of 'ere, and never come back, alright? Or else my damn face is the last thing you'll ever see.'
The pirate's sword falls to the floor, load in the now silent bar, and he raises his hands.
'Don't shoot!' he begs.
Jack tucks his pistol back into his belt, and frogmarches the man to the door before kicking him, literally, into the street.
Maggie is clutching at her throat, crying and gasping for breath.
'Thank you Captain, thank you so much, I don't know what to say.'
Scarlet cuts across her. 'Thanks a bunch Jack, you lost me a customer.'
She sweeps off into the crowd, and is lost to sight. But Jack isn't staring after her.
'Don't be thanking me love. You're mine for tonight and no one else is going to touch you. Savvy?'
She nods a mute yes.
'Now, let me look at your throat girl.'
Obediently, she tips her head back.
'Nothin' but a scratch. You'll be fine.'
She looks at him, all innocence with the question in her eyes: what happens now?
'Why don't we go and clean that mess off your neck. Hm?'
She nods, but doesn't move. He sighs in an exasperated way. This had better be worth the effort, he thought.
'You have a jug and basin in your room?'
Understanding dawns in her grey-green eyes, and she bows her head like one going to the scaffold.
'Yes, it's this way.'
He takes her hand, and follows her to the stairs he has been up a hundred times before, but never with a girl, he feels, quite like this one.
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Little bit of a cliff hanger but this is my first ever fanfic so I need to know if it's any good! Go on, push that little button and send me a review.
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A Hard Man To Predict
***
He watches her, enjoying that gentle unconscious sway of her hips. Never has he seen a woman so without artifice - how did she end up here? Under the control of a woman like Scarlet.He takes another gulp of rum and continues to watch. The dress of her occupation doesn't suit her, and she has no need of the make up that is smothering her features. Not for long can his reverie last, not in this place.
'Jack!'
He turns, and there she is, the woman who rules all those under her control with a rod of iron.
'Scarlet! Tell me, what does a man with time to kill 'ave to do to get some service around 'ere?'
She giggles.
'Oh, one drink and I'm anybody's.'
'One drink and a handful of gold you mean.'
She giggle again, and perches herself on his lap, so she can whisper in his ear.
'I've got a new one here tonight - green as they come. Fresh and unplucked, as it were. I thought you might like to be the one to break her in for me.'
He glances around the room.
'Where?'
She points.
'There.'
It's the girl he has been watching. He turns back to Scarlet.
'What's 'er name?'
Scarlet thinks for a moment.
'Maggie. She's from - damn I've forgotten. Somewhere far off anyway. She turned up the day before yesterday, looking for a job. She's pretty, so she got one. Simple.'
'She looks awful young to be one of your girls.'
'Oh she is, she is, but like I said she's pretty and could be making a lot of money in the not too distant future.'
'But 'ow much for tonight?'
Scarlet throws up her hands in mock delight. 'I knew the prospect of fresh blood would get you. Seeing as how you're such a valued customer, only five.'
He reaches into his coat and pulls out a bag that chinks as it moves. He takes out five gold coins and hands them to Scarlet.
'Pleasure doing business with you Jack.'
Scarlet gets up, and walks across the crowded bar to the girl. Jack simply absorbs himself in his rum until she gets back, tugging the wretched creature behind her.
'Here you are Jack. Maggie, this is Captain Jack Sparrow. Treat him nice now.'
Scarlet throws Maggie unceremoniously in Jack's direction, and bustles off. Jack looks Maggie up and down, this latest recruit to Scarlet's painted army. She looks terrified, but is trying to put on a brave front.
'So you're Captain Jack Sparrow. I've heard all about you' she says, after a moment.
She looks so tense he can hardly stand it.
'Look love, let me get you a drink eh? You just sit 'ere and wait till I get back.'
Before she can answer her gets up and sways off in the direction of the bar. He orders her a pint and gets himself another rum. Just as the barman returns, Jack hears a high pitched scream from behind him. It's Maggie. Another pirate is holding her at sword point, and Scarlet is trying to calm the situation.
'This one's taken for the night,' she's saying. 'Have another one of my girls, or come back tomorrow.'
He doesn't say a word, simply presses his sword harder against Maggie's throat until a tiny trickle of blood runs down her neck and her dress. She lets out a small squeal of pain. Jack forgets all about the drinks, and in a second is pressing his pistol into the temple of the other pirate.
'Jack, no!' Jack pretends he can't hear Scarlet's plea. Death is bad for business.
'Get out of 'ere, and never come back, alright? Or else my damn face is the last thing you'll ever see.'
The pirate's sword falls to the floor, load in the now silent bar, and he raises his hands.
'Don't shoot!' he begs.
Jack tucks his pistol back into his belt, and frogmarches the man to the door before kicking him, literally, into the street.
Maggie is clutching at her throat, crying and gasping for breath.
'Thank you Captain, thank you so much, I don't know what to say.'
Scarlet cuts across her. 'Thanks a bunch Jack, you lost me a customer.'
She sweeps off into the crowd, and is lost to sight. But Jack isn't staring after her.
'Don't be thanking me love. You're mine for tonight and no one else is going to touch you. Savvy?'
She nods a mute yes.
'Now, let me look at your throat girl.'
Obediently, she tips her head back.
'Nothin' but a scratch. You'll be fine.'
She looks at him, all innocence with the question in her eyes: what happens now?
'Why don't we go and clean that mess off your neck. Hm?'
She nods, but doesn't move. He sighs in an exasperated way. This had better be worth the effort, he thought.
'You have a jug and basin in your room?'
Understanding dawns in her grey-green eyes, and she bows her head like one going to the scaffold.
'Yes, it's this way.'
He takes her hand, and follows her to the stairs he has been up a hundred times before, but never with a girl, he feels, quite like this one.
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Little bit of a cliff hanger but this is my first ever fanfic so I need to know if it's any good! Go on, push that little button and send me a review.