�I�m sorry to say mate, this is no good at all, give me back my gold� I say holding my hand out for the gold I had given him for a boat. I had asked for a sturdy boat that would be strong enough for me to sail and fight at least option, this boat was old, run down and about to fall apart.
�What?! You cannot be serious! You made a hole in it how am I going to repair that, so I�m keeping the gold� he yelled. I was beginning to lose my patience,
�Sir please do not make this difficult for me, if you wont return my shillings to me I will resort to force� I said trying my best to be professional about it, even though it wasn�t really mainly what a true bloodthirsty pirate would do but then again I�m not much of a pirate I just became one for the Captain.
�Shove off wench!� he yelled walking away with MY bag of shillings. That did it, I may be professional, kind, understanding, and serene but if you were to ever cross the line, you may as well wish you were in Davy Jones locker just to hid from me.
I grabbed his shoulder turning him around slowly, �What is it no-� a tight fist connected with his cheek sending the large man flying out from deck and into the water.
�How dare you! Call me a wench when all I have ever done was try to see if I could find a nicely built ship to take me where I need to go, but all you do is give me a boat that could barely take my weight and take my money!� I yelled angrily
�I say mate, you�ve been saving up a lot of firepower, best not to get you angry I suppose,� I heard a familiar voice say. I turned in it direction slowly hoping it wasn�t a dream, My dear Captain is that you? �I say lass, we take your shillings,� he picks up the bag of shillings and shoves it in his pocket �and ship out, must find The Black Pearl and that moron of a Captain Barbossa� he says smirking at me as he walks closer staggering a little and fell into the water. I sigh, again he�s been drinking. I crouch over the edge of the edge of the deck,
�Honestly Captain, how can you drink when YOUR Black Pearl is in the hands of Barbossa?� I asked sighing and helped him up before the poor fool drowned. He crawled back up, still holding a bottle of rum in one hand and my now empty back of shillings in the other. Splendid Jack, just peachy keen. �How will we get back to the Pearl Captain?� I ask curious.
�I�ve prepared a ship for us both, it�s on deck� he said pointing to a boat. There I could see Elizabeth Swan and Will Turner there no one more, except for Tia Dalma whom stood beside Turner.
�So where are we heading exactly Captain?� I asked looking back to Jack. He got up staggering still, I held him his breath and clothes smelled of rum and sex. This made me feel a little jealous. I thought I was attractive I had long straight raven black hair, and cerulean blue eyes, my figure was just as nice as Ms. Swans and I was very loyal and very good to my Captain. I just didn�t understand why he didn�t take my virginity yet and be done with it. He doesn�t realize how many times I�ve fantasized about sharing a bed with him but I suppose as long as he wouldn�t stick to one woman I would be okay. But there were suspicions. He had been awfully alert, awake and serious when talking about Ms. Swan. It didn�t occur to me that anything would happen especially because she had Mr. Turner to herself, but it worried me. If he loved her then that would be it for me. Because in my eyes all I can see is Jack, even when I close my eyes I see him.
Yes, I love Captain, Jack Sparrow. I�ve loved him ever since that night when he saved my life and offered me a life of a pirate, in which I gratefully accepted. Jack showed me that the world was a place to run from but to embrace and seek. I fell in love with a man that sleeps with the town�s population in a week. It didn�t matter though because all this time, I have kept it a secret. Why? Well because until now I didn�t think there would be anyone who would catch his attention. Not until now, but then she came along and now, I might loose Jack forever.