THE DRINK OF THE GREEN FAIRY

Starzangel

Disclaimer: Unfortunately for me, none of Pirates of the Caribbean is mine. I only borrowed the concept and characters to have fun (but gain no profit) writing this story, which is mine.

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Author's Note: The blame for this story's creation lies with Interview with the Vampire, Moulin Rouge and From Hell. ;)

Pairing: Jack/Anamaria

Pirates of the Caribbean:

The Drink of the Green Fairy

by

Starzangel

Part One: Absinthe

Captain Jack Sparrow, notorious pirate and infamous escapee from Port Royal's noose, tipped the bottle up so that the green liqueur burned down his throat.

He lowered the rim from his mouth and tried to enjoy the warmth that spread out across his already slightly sweaty chest. Mist fibres wound their way through his brain, but his mind remained far too sharp for his liking. He lifted the bottle again and took a much longer drink this time.

Her face floated in front of his slowly glazing eyes. He shut his eyes tight and bit down on the bottle's neck. The alcohol continued to flood down to his stomach, passing into his blood.

Jack slid further down the damp wall he was slumped against, his whole body flaccid and his head rolling to one side. The alleyway stunk of urine, mouldy straw and alcohol, with an added mighty whiff coming from behind an overturned and cracked barrel suggesting that something had died back there. Gloom clung wetly to everything, letting very little moonlight through. But he didn't care.

Every so often a dark figure would slink past, shifty narrow eyes and a stained knife flashing in the weak light, or a beast of a man with his grimy shirt stretched over his seeming half ton of weight would stumble by, brandishing a jagged cutlass. Any one of them could catch sight of the miserable drunk and decide to slash his throat. With sluggish senses, Jack probably wouldn't notice until he was staring at the blood pouring over his chest and drawing his last ragged breath. But he didn't care about that either. In fact, he almost dared them to do it.

The drink wasn't working. Despite the usual ethanol and the accompaniment of wormwood, aniseed and assortment of other aromatics, the strikingly coloured liquid was not drugging his mind into a suitably pathetic state. The pain in his supposedly cold, pirate heart was still doing more burning than the absinthe.

"Anamaria…" The taste of her name was stronger on his tongue than the liqueur.

Exhausted, Jack let the bottle slip from his mouth and fall with his hand into his lap. Drops of green dribbled down his chin and dotted his white shirt. His dark-brown eyes were blood-shot and covered with a film.

He wanted to forget and escape the heart-deep feeling of loss. However, the absinthe wasn't letting him fall into its green oblivion. The events of that heartbreaking afternoon still replayed over and over in his mind and he still knew that she was gone.

Sure, his surroundings were blurred into an incomprehensible smear and he couldn't remember where he was. Come to think of it, he wasn't sure if he was stood, sat or lying. Concepts such as sky and ground were far beyond him. Yet, what he didn't want to see and didn't want to understand would not leave him.

A sigh blossomed in Jack's chest and wilted over his lips. He stared ahead of him, at he didn't know what.

Suddenly, from seemingly nowhere, a little speck of light appeared.

It bobbed up and down, moving closer to him and growing in size as it did so. Green seemed the dominant colour, but there was silver in it too. It kept getting nearer until it hovered in front of his nose.

Two little butterfly-like wings flitted so fast that they were a sparkling blur behind a tiny female figure in a green dress showered with minuscule garnets.

Ah, yes. He'd forgotten about the fairy.

To be continued…

AN 2: Well, this is a little odd, eh?

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