A/N: Alright hi everyone! For now, this is just a little oneshot about Jack and an OC. It's just a little idea i've had in my head for a few days now and decided to put onto paper to help with some writers block. I really hope you like it and maybe, if i get encouragment, i'll add onto this story, maybe give it a beginning and continue it. Anyway, please read and enjoy, and don't forget to leave a review(:
Disclaimer: Well not yet do i own Jack Sparrow, but i keep on wishing!
Leave me out with the waste,
this is not what I do
It's the wrong kind of place
to be thinking of you
It's the wrong time for somebody new
It's a small crime and I got no excus
eAnd is that all right, yeah?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that all right, yeah?
If you don't shoot it how am I supposed to hold it?
Is that all right, yeah?
I give my gun away when it's loaded
Is that all right, yeah, with you?
- 9 Crimes, Damien Rice
The harsh wind blew across the deck of the Pearl, the bite sending chills through the few crewmen left to watch it throughout the night. Silence seemed to engulf the ship as the moon escaped from beneath the clouds, casting down an eerie glow upon the town.
A foreboding sense of peril seemed to be looming over the pearl, but in moments, it was gone
You could hear the raucous noises the second you stepped off the gang plank. Crude remarks, jaunty laughter, and Tortugan music were some of the more common noise that all the inhabitants of the bustling pirate town were used to, and as you entered the Taverns, it increased ten fold.
Inside the Faithful Bride, it was no different.
There, the barmaids worked to serve up every last drop of rum they had for the night, hoping for some honest pay, and hoping for an easy night to get said coin. And they all knew that when a certain pirate captain came to town, their wishes would be fulfilled.
But this time around, they had heard rumors. Whispers in the dead of night that said captain already had someone occupying his bed on a daily basis. These were quickly dismissed with a shake of the head and a disbelieving laugh by most of the girls. After all, the thought of Captain Jack Sparrow being but a one woman man was simply preposterous.
And even though secretly, they all knew it was true, they were still hell bent on changing his mind.
Resting in his chair, a mug of rum in one hand, and a voluptuous barmaid in his lap sat the infamous Jack Sparrow, his signature hat resting atop his dreaded locks, his kohl rimmed eyes sparkling with hunger as his grip on the girls waist tightened.
Laughs were shared with some of the crew around him. Gibbs was telling one of his tails, and it sent everyone into fits of alcohol induced laughter. The young blonde in Sparrow's lap, rested her hand all to precariously on a part of himself that put a seductive smile on his face as he leaned forward, whispering something huskily into her ear. She blushed a lovely shade of crimson as, she too, smiled.
Soon, the two became all too preoccupied with one another to really get a grip on any sort of reality, and there bodies got even closer, if that was even possible. The burning within their bodies became too much to bear as their skin touched, sending them both down a path that should never be taken.
But of course, this is what happens in Tortuga.
Looking into the mirror, the petite girl brushed out her Amber locks, watching as they twisted themselves back into curls the second the brush had slipped through. She smiled into the mirror, and saw the light catch her green eyes twinkling. Happiness filled her.
Tying her hair into a loose braid that reached almost to her lower back, she got up and slowly made it over to the chest at the foot of the bed, opening it to reveal one of the few dresses she had brought on board. After all, what good is a dress on a pirate ship?
Bringing it up to her body, she held it there and looked at herself in the mirror, remembering the prim and proper young lady she used to be. The girl she hated.
That girl was gone, the woman she was now was who she was proud of.
Tucking the dress back into the dusty chest, she walked out of the large cabin and onto the beautiful deck, watching everything in its enchanting mystery. As her hands slid along the dark wood of the rail though, she felt a sudden pang of unease settle in her stomach for the captain of this magnificent vessel. And she hurried back into the cabin to surprise him.
If only she knew that she was the on in for the surprise.
Dressed in her pirate garb, the amber beauty strode almost melodically down the streets of Tortuga, knowing full well the tavern in which her love fancied. It was with this spring in her step, and the adoring smile on her face that she entered said tavern, looking curiously around for her captain.
Eyeing Gibbs, she quickly made it to where he was sitting, and took a seat herself, assuming Jack would be back in moments. The rest of the crew cheered with her arrival, and passed a bottle of rum for her to enjoy. She happily took it, laughing as one of the men fell backwards off his chair in a drunken stupor.
As the laughs died down, and the girl opened her mouth to ask of Jack's whereabouts, she caught sight of a worn looking blue coat and a tricorn hat, heading in the opposite direction. Almost jumping from her seat, she took one last swig of rum and bounded for his retreating form.
In one hand, a mug of rum swings in his hand as he swaggers in the only way Captain Jack Sparrow can, while the other remains hidden in front of him.
She laughs at this, calling out to catch his attention. " Jack." She nearly screams just to be heard over the deafening sound of the crowded room. But it seems to reach his ears as he swings about, his eyes squinting slightly as he searches for the source of the voice. As he turns though, she catches sight. That same voluptuous barmaid grabs onto Jack's arm, swinging him back to face her as she attacks his lips with her own. The pirate lass does nothing but stare in utter shock as she watches the two disappear up a flight of stairs, and an audible door slam up above.
The once ecstatic girl falters, her head downcast as she walks back to the table. Picking up the bottle, she downs the rest of the liquid, reveling in the sting it put in her throat. No one at the table even notices, all except for Gibbs who had been watching the scene unfold in all its entirety. He gave the girl a sad smile as he wondered, to himself of course, what could have gotten into the head of his good friend Jack.
Her fire had slowly burned out, and she sat there in silence, thinking. She knew exactly what she should do. Let him explain, sort things out. But she also knew what she wanted to do.
Whoever said revenge was a dish best served cold had never been face to face with a women. After all, hell hath no fury, like a woman scorned.
She regretted it the moment she set her mind on it, but couldn't even contemplate stopping herself.
As her nails raked down the length of his back, and the few clothes that were left clinging to their bodies fell to the ground, all she could think about was Jack.
The room was quaint, with one window looking out onto the ocean, and that's where her eyes stayed. She couldn't even look at the man who hovered on top of her, and couldn't quite care less. All she tried to keep her mind on was the pain she felt inside, the pain of heartbreak.
But this, this would make them even.
She began to idly wonder how many other times, and how many other places he could have done this. After the countless times he had told her he loved her, and she believed it. She never even gave a second thought to letting him go off with his crew on the numerous ports they stopped at. He was a pirate, after all, and deserved all the freedom he could have. And she guessed, she should have seen this coming.
With an audible grunt, the man atop her finished, rolling off of her and onto the bed beside her. He began speaking to her, but she no longer listened, instead filling her head with the familiar sound of waves against that marvelous vessel.
The second his snores were heard, her eyes snapped open and she hurriedly through on her clothes. As she grasped the handle of the door, she couldn't help but feel disgusted by her actions. But soon, her mind shifted to Jack and how dirty he was to her now.
He may have been dirt she thought in the back of her mind, but she was the one who continued to roll in it.
" Where've ye been, luv?" He asked huskily as she slipped back into the cabin on the Pearl. Hoping he'd be asleep, she hadn't been quite ready to face him.
She never met his eyes as she spoke, slipping out from her dirty clothes and into her nightdress which was, if she did say so, much too short for any lady to wear. " That's a funny question coming from you, Jack." She shot back, the venom in her voice clearly evident.
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he watched her, waltzing up to her.
"And what is that supposed to mean?" He asked in clear confusion, but she only scoffed.
" Don't play dumb." She seethed, throwing her clothes roughly onto the ground. " I know where you were, Jack-"
" At the faithful Bride, luv." He finished for her, leaning back just slightly.
" Maybe at first, but I'm no fool. I saw you disappear with that whore." Her voice faltered only slightly, and she mentally slapped herself for letting that one once of hurt slip from her voice.
He stood silent for a moment, his eyes full of regret as he felt her stare on him. He opened his mouth to speak, but she stopped him.
" I can't believe I've been so bloody stupid this entire time!" She yelled at herself, brushing past Jack over to the large windows. Her breeze blew by him and he stiffened.
" Have you been drinking?" He asked, eyeing her skeptically.
" Not as much as you." She fires, and his anger suddenly bubbles over, putting the missing pieces of the puzzle together.
" You're mad at me for cheating, luv. Then what in the bleeding hell do you call what you did?" He practically screams, and she winces as his booming voice reaches her ears, but she doesn't lose her anger.
" Revenge, Jack. It's revenge for the countless times you have probably bedded women in all the ports we have stopped at since I stepped foot on this ship! You can't very well compare what I did to what you have done." Her voice was full of anger and resentment as he stalked over to where she was standing.
" Yes I bloody well can!" He replied stubbornly, his eyes burning with rage.
" And why is that?" She challenged, folding her arms across her chest.
" Because I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Its bloody expected of me! But ye.. You're my lass. You can't go about letting men treat ye like a whore."
She snorted, a rather un ladylike sound, " All of a sudden now you have a disliking towards whore's? and I'm getting rather sick of you treating me like your own bloody property. You can't control me, Jack!" She couldn't have ever imagined being this angry with him, but then again, she never imagined him to betray her like this.
She still couldn't yet grasp that maybe, just maybe, it was because he cared so much, that he reacted this way.
She cried herself to sleep that night, and he drank himself into a drunken slumber as well. After much more shouting, a few broken items, and a completely wrecked cabin, the two finally put an end to their fight, and parted ways.
She had stormed off the ship, tears in her green eyes, as she headed for a place that she could spend her remaining hours to rest, and he locked himself away in his cabin.
They hoped to give each other time to think, they hoped it would all work out, at least she did anyway.
When her eyelids finally did open, and the events of the previous night crashed upon her, she went running from the Inn and down to the docks, her hair flying out in a crazy mess.
His last words replayed in her head as the pushed through the throng of people busily tending to their daily lives, but when she finally made it through, all her hopes crashed.
" I'm leavin at Dawn, pet. With or without ye."
And low and behold, dawn had come much too quickly.
Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever.
Well that was it!(: I hope you enjoyed it, and i would very much appreciate any criticism or anything you can give me. Also if you might be interested in any story being created from this little one- shot. ANyone catch the buffy line? Oh and that last quote is from the book Dear John(: Anyway, have a great day!(:
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Adieu.
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