If Jack Spa -Ahem- Captain Jack Sparrow knew anything about anything, it was women, and rum. Right now, he needed a little of both. Or a lot. Whatever.
Sparrow decided he wanted them. Now. Like, as soon as he finds an island. That island just so happened to be Tortuga, his favorite place for wenches and rum. A great combination.
In the bar, he was on his second bottle o' rum, and a whore was sitting in his lap as he smirked saucily at her. But she didn't have what he needed. She didn't have... it. Whatever it was, even the pirate didn't know. Surprise there. He moved the thing from his lap (he never considered his whores to be real women) and stood to swagger around and look for a woman with... it.
An hour later, fourth bottle o' rum, and he spotted 'er. She was sitting at the bar with her feet propped up. Tan skin. Ruby red hair. Black bandana. Cream breeches. White shirt. Black vest. One black fingerless glove. And, upon closer inspection, startling a gasp from our favorite birdie, two mismatched eyes in the colors of emerald green and cerulean blue.
"Why, bugger me sideways. Ain't you a fine sight for a drunken pir'te?" Cap'n Jack Sparrow waltz his way through the other drunkards, a bottle of rum in his hand and his infamous smirk set on his lips. A gaggle of women surrounded him, clinging to his arm and caressing his chest and back.
"What's to say you and me go find a dark corner sumwher'?" His words lost their seductiveness by the slur in his speech.
"Looks to me like you've got plenty of lass' that would love to be taken into a corner by ye' self, lad. I'm not int'rested." The female that he'd set his sights on looked at him in thinly veiled disgust. She stood and walked her way to the tavern's exit, Jack just caught her mumbled words as she passed the threshold. "Tortuga, land of the drunks and home of the whores..."
He looked on, his lip raised slightly and his eyes scrunched up in bewilderedness. "Fine. I don' need a stubborn lass to please me. I be Cap'n Jack Sparrow, dammit!" His voice started out sure and smug, but ended in a bitter grumble.
He shrugged away from his women and ordered himself another bottle o' rum. While he drunk this one in surely silence, his first mate, Gibbs came up to him to clap him on the back.
"Why, I be a monkey's aunty! Firs' tyme tha's happen, eh Cap'n? No woman's ever denied ol' Cap'n Jack!" The man exclaimed, looking incredulously at the tavern's doorway. Sparrow glared at him, as his comment didn't help any.
Jack just pouted and took another pull from his rum.
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