Updated by the end of week, as promised. I wrote like I imagine Giselle would speak, with a thick London accent. I'm American, so please correct me if I've made her sound completely wrong.
Giselle
Cap'n Jack Sparrow is a interestin' specimen of a man. Many a lass gave their 'earts to him, only to receive them torn into pieces. I was ne'er one to make that mistake. 'ad me head on straight right from the start.
I met the Cap'n in a lil' bar down near the docks. Seemed strange for such a well about cap'n to at the docks, but that's Jack, ne'er one to predict. Young I was, but not naive. I 'ad my fair share of 'eartache already, an' I wasn't 'bout to ask for another round.
"Pop in for a visit, eh?" I asked, rasin' me 'ead so I could look a bit older.
He gave me the warmest smile. By gods, that man 'ad the nicest face. A girl could lose 'erself if she wasn't watchin'. "Aye. Just a visit."
I sat me fine self down in a chair next to 'im. "Will ye be needed some company then?"
"That'll do," he said, putting an' arm 'round me waist. 'e wasn't rough or greedy, just content with 'is arm 'round a nice lookin' girl in a shoddy bar off the coat o' Tortuga.
That was when it got a bit 'ard not to fall for 'is charm. 'round his crew mates 'e laid it on me like butter to toast. Giselle, be a darling and fetch me some rum. Why, yes, I 'ave seen the Great Wall of those China men. You name the treasure, an' I'll find it for you, love.
Words, words, words. All 'ot air an' pillow stuffing, in me 'umble opinion. Least that's wot I told meself so I wouldn't get wrapped 'round his finger. 'e was a consistent one; I'll give 'im that. Always visited me when 'e came to port. A terrible man for money, though. Ne'er paid for 'is services. I found meself in need of a bit o' piracy. Once a month, when Jack came 'round for some "pleasurable company", I made right sure 'e was drunk of 'is arse. After "servicing" 'im, I'd dress an' take the contents o' 'is purse with me, leavin' only two doubloons so 'e could get out of the docks. Jack was ne'er to pleased with our transaction, but 'e'd start to forget an' come to me the next time.
I started to feel 'is boredom after 'bout a year. 'e came by less an' less. I should 'ave expected it, 'im bein' such a fickle man an' all. Always goin' out for some adventure or another, an' ne'er content with settlin' for just one thing. Me lass Maria told me that 'e started seein' some lil' tart named Scarlett. Well that fired me up like a hot kettle. I was 'bout to go set 'im in 'is place when suddenly I thought, By God, Giselle, ye've fallen for 'im. Impossible.
Improbable, Jack would 'ave said.