A/N-- Okay, I've decided to do a JackYou fic. If it's not terribly original….sorry. And I promise I won't Mary-Sue…I honestly don't try to do it, and it's not my goal. So, here goes. Review and tell me whatcha think, and what I should add.
Disclaimer-- I do not own POTC at all, but I promise I'll put Jack back nice and neat, after I'm done with him! Ehehehe……
Chapter 1—Tortuga
You stare out at the waves gently lapping at the rocks, wondering why you had to have been born on this dreaded island of Tortuga. Sounds drift all around you, sounds you have heard for your entire 17 years; raucous laughter, gunshots, the sultry voices of the whores trying to seduce drunken men. All sounds you would rather live without, yet all sounds you were stuck with. Sighing, you closed your eyes and, knowing that you're attempting to dream yourself into some far off place wouldn't work, opened them again. Same old sounds, same old place, some old ugly people.
But that wasn't right, you thought. You're best friend, despite being a few years older than yourself, wasn't ugly or rude, even if a bit rum-happy. Jack, you thought, was different, but you didn't want to get into that now.
As the sun's last rays disappeared beyond the horizon, the water turned dark; the white tips of the waves being the only colour adorning them, besides the blue-blackness of their depths. Gold shone 'pon those waters, the reflection of the many lights that shone in the night, in windows and the many bars.
A hand grabbed your shoulder, and you jumped nearly a foot in the air. As you turn, ready to lash out at the person who startled you so, you bite your tongue. Jack was standing behind you, as usual wearing a loose white shirt, black pants, and a red bandana covering his brown, dread locked hair, beads chinking on the ends. His chocolate covered eyes surveyed you briefly, and he grinned. "Ye seem to be jumpy tonigh' luv. What say we goes and get ourselves some rum, savvy?"
"You and you're rum." You roll your eyes, but decided to go with him anyways. As you followed Jack, who was 2 years you're elder, you can't help but smile. As he walked he had this funny way of swinging his hips, making him have a permanent sway to his walk. You had always thought he looked like a penguin doing that, but you never told him. No, you preferred to watch him walk like that.
The streets were filled with drunken bums and whores, as usual. No surprise there, you think to yourself as you weave your way through the people. One man tried to grab your wrist; you wrench your wrist out of his grasp and continuing walking, snarling a few curses before you. Jack didn't even seem to notice how much you've fallen behind.
The bar you entered was as crowded, loud and dingy as ever, but you rather liked this bar. You were friends with the barkeeper, despite him being 20 years your elder; you always had plenty to talk about. Jack led you a table somewhere in the back of the bar, and went off to get some rum.
Once he was gone, you took the time to survey the patrons for the night. Many, like they always were, were drunk; many of the women were scantily clothed, but you didn't mind. Much, anyways. Gunfire could be heard and the sound of glass breaking as yet another pair got into a bar fight; but these were always interesting, even if someone got hurt. Letting your eyes wander over to where a woman was trying to seduce a man, who was clearly drunk, who grinned. The lady was ugly, but with alcohol dulling any man's wits she'd look like a beauty. That was probably why she was having such luck with that man. Shaking you're head, you glanced over in the direction Jack had gone; he was coming back now, holding two large tankards of rum. Splendid.
"One for you luv, and one for me!" Jack handed you one thing of rum and sat down across from you. Toasting to each other, you drank the liquid deeply, almost gratefully. You've had a long day of wandering around doing nothing and caring for your brother's at home (you're the only girl in your family), so it was finally good to be able to talk to Jack and have fun.
"What was your day like, Jack?" You ask him, wanting to break the silence. It was a comfortable silence, but it still felt better to be speaking. Jack regarded you with his gentle eyes for a moment before replying.
"Same ole stuff, luv. Helped unload a ship; mghty large ship it was. Called The Black Pearl or sumthing like that. All black with tattered sails and everything! It was interestin'. Kind of ship I be wantin' fer when I sail off, and become me own captain."
You nod vaguely. "Sounds interesting." You agree absently. You've seen one ship you've seen 'em all; that was your philosophy on ships. Not that pirates had much use for philosophy anyways, but you were always considered strange. Swishing your rum around a bit, you took another swig, your eyes wandering around the bar again.
Twenty minutes later Jack had had another tankard of rum, while you were just finishing your first. You wondered how he could drink so much of the stuff, but to each their own. As another bar fight broke out, you grinned; this one seemed to have started over the ugly woman leaning against the wall support.
"Luv, do ye think I'll ever get a ship of me own someday?" Jack asked you suddenly. You began to answer with a slurred 'Wha…' then stopped. Carefully considering his question you decided to give him the answer he wanted.
"O'course ye will Jack! No one would make a finer Captain than you…even if ye are a bit daft." You muttered the last part to yourself, the words getting lost in the noise of others.
Your eyes began to feel heavier as the night wore on; it was getting late, but you didn't feel like leaving the bar just yet, although you were dreadful tired. You had done something today to hurt yourself; that was all you remembered of the day as the rum dulled your senses. You were unaware that you were muttering to yourself, until Jack asked you who you were talking to.
"No one…." You answered, and then laughed at your stupid answer. Even after three tankards of rum you were still a lack witted, bull-headed fool! Shaking your head you get up, pushing out your chair and almost fall in the process. "I'm gonna go home now Jack. See you in th' mornin'!" Your voice was slurred, but you didn't care. You tottered out of the bar, barely conscious of where you were going.
Jack watched you for a bit, and then got up himself. Draining the rest of what he was drinking he followed you, scratching the stubble of facial hair he was growing thoughtfully.
As you teetered along you slipped on something; it was probably nothing, and you fell because of your own clumsiness. Your curses filled the air as you hauled yourself up and began to wander off again, towards your house.
You could hear the noise of your three younger brothers as soon as you opened the door. Stepping inside your house you slammed the door behind you, and wandered to your room. Yelling a meaningful "Shut up!" and hurting your head in the process, you slammed the thin wood door and collapsed on your bed. The noise lessened somewhat, but not by much. Managing to ignore it you drifted off into a deep sleep, dreams troubling you once again.
Jack was sitting on a crate at the docks, watching the ships. The Pearl floated peacefully in the black water; he watched it wistfully, wishing he would have a magnificent ship like that someday. Maybe that day would come sooner than expected; you could never be sure.