Hey everyone! Welcome to chapter 1 of my Pirates of the Caribbean fanfic. I know I'm probably going to get comments from my Frozen Luck readers that I shouldn't be posting a new fanfic because I don't post enough on Frozen Luck but I' running a writers block and writing other things helps me most.
Well besides that, please enjoy the story!
~Mekana
"Bloody Norrington," Captain Jack Sparrow groggily took another swig of rum, "Firing at my ship just for pulling into port. That man holds grudges against pirates like he's the bloody governer!" He slammed his empty stein onto the table causing drops of rum to jump out in fear for their lives. He waved a large bosomed wench over flailing his cup in the air. "Another rum, Love. And perhaps you should cover up a li'l less. It would distract customers from your face." She gasped, picked up his stein, and stormed off.
"I'd be careful, mate. She's most likely spittin' in your glass for that." A voice came from Jack's right. Down the bar sat a golden haired beauty in a floor length coat tied tightly around her waist.
"How are you so sure?"
"Well, that's what I'd be doing right about now. If a man ever called my face ugly, I'd be doing a lot more than just spittin' in his drink."
"Those are some tough words for such a scrawny lady." She finally turned to greet his eyes after spending the beginning of their conversation staring into her glass of swirling gin. Jack then noticed a long white scar running down her neck where potentially a knife was once run down to break her perfect skin.
"First time I've ever been called scrawny. You have some guts, Sparrow."
"Oh, so you've heard of me?"
"Aye, you're the talk of Tortuga. Everyone's all over your tales of cursed treasure and Davy Jones." She exaggerated the words in faux interest.
Just then some men spotted Jack and began to cheer, "Hey Captain Sparrow! What was it like to be in the locker?"
"See? Too bad for you, though. I don't believe a word of it."
"Really, and why is that?" He cocked an eyebrow and sat up a little straighter.
She took another swig of her drink, "Because, I've been travelin' the sea since I was a child and have yet to run into any skeleton pirates or krakens big enough to swallow a ship whole."
Jack laughed and pointed his freshly filled stein at her, "You got to see it to believe it, love."
"You can't see something that doesn't exist, now can you? The sea is far less dangerous than that! I do have to ask how you ever came up with such ridiculous stories, however." She raised her voice in defiance.
"I tell you, it's true! I live through it, I know!" He flailed his arms in the air. People in the bar became curious of all the ruckus and began to watch.
"By how much you drink I bet you do think you'd seen all that!" Some of the crowd cheered her on.
"You're one bloody stubborn wench. What I say is true and no amount of rum can make it not!" He rose to his feet and jabbed an index finger at her.
"Bug off. I don't want to deal with your inanity." The woman returned to her drink while Jack continued to yell and curse at her. He reached for his drink and took a swig before remembering her spit comment and spewing out anything left in his mouth.
"Not thristy, now?" She piped up sarcastically with a little kid whine in her voice, "Did I ruin your appetite?" Jack growled low in his throat and reached for the handle of his sword, "At least you won't make up such daft stories anymore."
"You're what's daft around here, woman. What would you even know about a pirate's life, anyway?" He drew his sword but it was just as quickly stopped with a clang against a similar metal in the woman's hand.
"Ah, you see, Sparrow," She began, getting to her feet and pushing her weight onto the blade of her cutlass. "Not only am I a pirate, but I am captain of the Royal Mermada."
"You're lieing!" Jack yelled and pushed her off. She came back with a swing of her sword which he stopped with another clang " The captain of the Royal Mermada is Thomas Russell."
"Thomas Russel is my father. He died 3 years ago so now, I'm in charge!" She ducked when jack swung for her head. Whether he really wanted to kill her just because she was annoying he wasn't sure of.
"Now you're the one making up stories!" He avoided a slice to the chest and came back with another swing.
"I'm not lieing, you washed up son of a-"
The door to the bar was flung open and all heads turned from the fight to see a young scruff-haired boy hasten in. The boy glanced between the fight before laying eyes on the woman, "Captain! The storm is moving in. We need to move the ship to the next island."
She backed off pushing Jack away from her. "Aye, boy. Have the crew begin preparations."
"Aye aye, Captain!" He ran off slamming the door.
"Alright alright. I'll believe you're captain. Now, I must go rescue my Pearl from this storm." He left the bar but quickly poked his head back in, "What's your name, Lass?"
"Claire Russell, Captain Claire Russell."
"Pleasure meeting you."
"I don't believe the pleasure is mutual, I'm afraid. Never pictured the great Jack Sparrow to be such a fraud."
"Captain Jack Sparrow." He said, then waltzed out into the gusting wind tumbling down the streets of Tortuga.
Jack clutched onto his tattered hat as the storm tried to snatch it from his head. "Bloody girl. If I could just prove her wrong, she'd be begging at my knees for me." He came to his dock and arrived at the site he'd tied the Pearl off. He'd stopped in his tracks and stared at the spot for a moment. It was where he left the Pearl, he was sure of it but the rather large missing object made him think otherwise. Where he'd tied off his most prized possession was now no more than the open sea and a few ropes hanging from the post on the dock. "Where," He took a deep breath, "Is… my Pearl?" He let out in no more than a whisper.
There was no site of the Pearl offshore and no evidence the ship had been destroyed. The crew had left on their own will, without their captain.
"Mutiny, mutiny, mutiny!" He tossed his hat with all the force he could. It landed eight feet ahead of him and quickly began to move with the wind. Jack sulked his way over to the end and picked it up. He turned around and accidentally kicked over a glass bottle. It clacked on the planks and caught his attention. In his clouded mind he lifted the bottle to his lips and attempted to drink it, but to his drunken dismay it was empty. He lifted it to meet his eyes, "Why is the rum always gone?"
"Why are you talking to a note in a bottle?" Claire Russell strutted down the dock and even in all his misery, Jack still managed to watch her breasts as they slightly bounced with each of her steps. If she weren't so stubborn, he'd be tempted to find a bed for the two of them to occupy his mind in a more desirable way.
"A note, you say?" He came back to the current issue.
"Aye, you must be too drunk to notice something that obvious." She paused to see his eyes were still watching her chest, "Or too busy looking at something else." She crossed her arms over her bosom and his eyes met hers. She then snatched the bottle from his hands and fished out the tattered paper. "It's for you, too. 'Captain Sparrow, we have sailed the Pearl to a safer location to avoid further damage to the ship from the rain. We'll begin repairs at our stop. I know you will find a way to get to us. Meet us at the North side of De Muerta, Gibbs.'"
"Oh, thank god. Me lovely Pearl is safe." Jack sighed in relief.
"Yet, you have no way of getting to it. Your crew could simply decide having you as a captain is pointless and overthrow you."
"You are absolutely right, love. Then, I must be off. I can single-handedly take over a ship and sail my way to De Muerta. Now which shall I choose."
"You can't be serious, Sparrow. Even if you could take down an entire crew on your own, who are you going to have to run the ship?"
He huffed loudly, "Will you stop bringing me down? You really are not a fun person to have around." He sat at the edge of the dock and Claire could hear him mutter a light "What to do, what to do?" over the gusting wind.
Claire was wracking her own brain over the situation, as well. The brilliant idea of using Jack to her advantage crossed into her mind. She could use Jack to find out the truth of De Muerta, the island rumored to hold more riches than all of Port Royal's fortune put together. The stories of Jack Sparrow's adventures were far too fetched to be real but there could be the chance that she could con him into a little of his keep on De Muerta, even if it were just one simple chest. "I tell you what, Sparrow. I'll make you a bit of a deal." Jack's head turned toward her, "I'll sail you to De Muerta on the Royal Mermada if you give me half of any gold on the island."
"I'd never give up my fortune!" He stumbled over flailing his arms.
"Then, I suppose you'll never make it back to your beloved Pearl. And you might as well never see you treasures, either." She hummed as she walked to her ship, "Jim, drop the sails. We're ready to take of-"
"Fine, fine!" Jack cut in, running up the gangplank after the golden haired captain.
"Is something wrong, Sparrow?" She mocked him with a wide smirk.
He sighed deeply, "I'll give you half of the loot on De Muerta if you'll give me a ride."
"Aye! Now you're sounding more reasonable." Her beige eyes glittered as she led the half-drunk captain onboard her ship, "Welcome aboard the Royal Mermada."
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