Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of The Caribbean in any shape or form, including Jack and Will (dangit!).
Okay people sorry about the delay and the fact that it's not a new chapter. I was looking through the last two chapters and quite frankly, I thought it was second rate. Taking a leaf out of Crystyna's fics (which I love) I decided to write it from my characters point of view. This is the prologue, but includes elements of the first chapter. I feel I must also brief in on the characters, mine as well as the originals. Enjoy!
Sapphira(previously called Nienna)- Professional whore/ pirate. She's manipulative, arrogant and seductive and doesn't care who gets hurt as long as she gets what she wants.(I'll try not to turn her into a Mary-Sue, damn Sues!)
Kia- Sapphira's best friend and barmaid of 'The Faithful Bride'. Kia is not completely naive but she has a lot to learn compared to Sapphira. Kia is very assertive of herself and likes to think she has 'standards'.
Will- Still engaged to Elizabeth, still gentlemanly. He has been virtually dragged to Tortuga by Jack who said, and I quote 'whelp, ye need a break, ye look bloody awful!'. Will had been reluctant to leave on account of the fact that Elizabeth was pregnant (flippin' cheek! ..scuse me)
Jack- Our favourite pirate is still bloody tactless when it comes to women, but a devil with the eye-liner. Having a talent for debauchery Jack makes weekly trips to Tortuga.
Another day, another bloody customer. When will these people learn? I work for money, not for favours or clothes, just solid gold or silver. Jewels would work well, I'm not picky. I'm one of the highest paid painted lilies (a/n- it's another word for hooker) on Tortuga for crying out loud!
Walking down the street, I see the usual ensemble. Men firing pistols, filling themselves up with rum and kicking the living daylights out of each other. Disgusting. Another thing about me, I'm not your average whore. Sure, I'm slim, with a decent amount of cleavage and been kicked out of the family since God-knows when. But I dress differently and I speak differently for starters. None of this red-dress-with-a-corset rubbish. And I get paid upfront, otherwise I get nasty. I do have a terrible temper, believe me that's a good thing. Men don't mess with a girl who's got a pistol, a cutlass and a bad temper to boot.
But enough of that. I walk into 'The Faithful Bride', greeting by the usual patrons with their off-key singing, rum slopping down their shirts. Barely managing to stop myself from grimacing in distaste, I waltz over to the bar and demand a drink. Several wolf-whistles are coming my way from men, both young and old as they spot me. Took 'em long enough! Then I feel someone's hands creep around my waist, it was Silverstone the newest addition to the bar. God, I'm not in the mood tonight. Pushing his hands away, I roll my eyes and take a swig of rum.
Silverstone doesn't take the hint however, bloody idiot. His hands again slip round my waist and start to creep up to the edge of my white shirt. Yes, I wear a shirt, tied in a knot to reveal my stomach and the tattoo on my back. Two knives crossed together, hurt like a bitch but I like it. Then Silverstone's other hand slips down towards my black pantaloons, how dumb is this guy. That made me really go made.
Before I knew it, Silverstone was flat on his back with blood gushing out of his noise. The noise level in the bar plummeted, quietest I've ever heard it. Everyone was watching, even Suzanne, that dopey French harlot left off her charming to see it. Next thing I know, I'm yelling at Silverstone at the top of my voice.
"Back off, yer feckless bilgerat, this bitch ain't for sale tonight!"
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