"Miss. Tiffany, are you sure this is a good idea?" Tiffany grinned at Maria.
"I'm never sure of anything…especially this." Maria gave a faint smile as she pulled the corset strings tighter. It was a plain cream dress with little red flowers dancing up the seam.
"Maria, you're a star." Tiffany breathed. She felt Maria put something around her neck.
"What's that?"
"It'll keep you safe." Was Maria's reply. Tiffany turned to Maria and hugged her.
"Thank you for everything, Marie."
"Glad to be of service." Marie said as she watched Tiffany slip from the room.
"Elizabeth, hurry, I want to go. I only have five months, remember?" Elizabeth pinned her hair back. Will took her hand and pulled her from the room.
"So what taverns are good around here?" Tiffany asked as the three of them snuck out into the garden. They both shrugged.
"We don't normally sneak out to go drinking so I wouldn't know." Elizabeth whispered.
"If Jack was here he would know." Tiffany whispered back. Elizabeth sent her a look.
"What?" Elizabeth shook her head as Will cracked the gate open.
"I love my freedom." Tiffany said as she walked away from the big house. She turned back. Marie was watching from the window. Tiffany waved goodbye and looked back to the town.
"Right, taverns. If I were a tavern where would I be?"
"Love, Tiffany?" Jack tapped on her window. It had been easy enough to climb up the ivy to her balcony. It was like they wanted her to be kidnapped. Jack tapped on the window again before giving up. It was not usual for him to give up time to go drinking or time with pleasurable company but he had felt a strong urge to see Tiffany again. He climbed back down the ivy. What could he do now? There was only one obvious answer. Go to a tavern or two…or three…or four. He set off, smirking.
3 Hours Later…
"William Turner, my blacksmith slash pirate friend, you should buy me rum!" Tiffany announced, rolling the 'r' on the word 'rum'. Elizabeth frowned.
"Wouldn't you prefer water?"
"No." She answered bluntly. "Rum, I need rum." A man approached them. He had grey hair and grey eyes to match.
"I'll buy you another rum, sweetheart." Tiffany looked at him.
"No you won't. Will will. He, he Will will. That's quite funny." Will ordered her another rum and the grey haired man left, muttering.
"Thank you, Will." She sipped it and ignored the door as it opened. She only took notice to the man entering when he walked over to them.
"Will? Elizabeth? Tiffany?" Tiffany spun around.
"Jack!" She threw her arms around his neck.
"What's got into her?" Jack mouthed. Elizabeth snorted.
"About four rums." Tiffany glared at Elizabeth.
"Four, Elizabeth, four. That's one less than the months of freedom I have left. I have five!" She held up six fingers and then looked at them strangely.
"He, he. Six." Jack watched her, amusement in his eyes. Tiffany looked up at Jack and then at Elizabeth.
"Elizabeth Swann…Turner. Turner. He he, Swann and Sparrow. That's quite funny. Captain Jack Sparrow, you, my pirate captain friend, are quite handsome." She giggled.
"Ye think so, love?" Jack said, leaning into her so their faces were centimetres apart. She smiled.
"You smell like rum." Tiffany blurted, sniffing Jack. He grunted. He had just lost the perfect moment to kiss her.
"Maybe I smell like rum…do I? No don't answer that."
"Why not?" Will asked.
"Because if I smell like rum I will not have to get married. Maria will get married to him and I shall…not get married." Jack frowned.
"Married? Who ye getting married to?"
"I'm not…unless I don't smell like rum. Or taste like rum. I don't think he likes rum. I like rum." Jack looked to Will.
"Who's she getting married to?"
"Norrington." Tiffany burst into fits of uncontrollable laughter.
"Norrington…that is a funny name. I don't want to be Tiffany Norrington. I'd much rather just stay as Tiffany Devrell…or if I had to get married I'd be…Tiffany Sparrow. Yep." Jack's eyes widened as did Will's and Elizabeth's. Then Jack smirked.
"Ye would, love?" Tiffany looked at Jack through sparkling blue eyes.
"I would…I would what?"
"Rum works like a charm at loosening the tongue." Jack grinned. Tiffany laughed.
"Tongue…" She stuck her tongue out and went cross eyed trying to see it. Her gaze returned to Jack.
"You're quite funny." She flicked a trinket that hung from his hair. She watched it swing.
"It's almost…hypnotic." She began swaying to the point where she was wobbling dangerously on her stool. Jack put his hands on her shoulders to steady her and looked into her eyes.
"I've got a thought here, Tiffany, love, I've got a ship and ye have got four months to taste freedom. What say ye to coming with me on my ship for four months? We can go anywhere ye want, love. Have ye ever been to Singapore?" Tiffany shook her head.
"So after four months I'll bring ye back here no harm done. What say ye to that?" Tiffany nodded then shook her head, looking down.
"I don't run away. From anything. Ever." Jack put two fingers under her chin and tilted her head so their eyes met.
"Don't think of it as running away. Think of it as an unexpected trip on the most infamous pirate ship in the Caribbean." Tiffany grinned.
"My only chance to sail with the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow." She hoped off her stool and stumbled slightly. Jack put an arm around her waist. She looked at him through the corner of her eye.
"Yer chance, love, what say ye to that?" Tiffany grinned more and turned to Jack.
"We have an accord." She said in her best pirate accent. Jack smirked.
"On one condition. Ye never use that pirate voice again." Tiffany looked at Jack, strangely.
"What pirate voice? You, Captain Sparrow, have had too much too drink. Are you always drunk?" Will and Elizabeth laughed at Jack's innocent face.
"Well, love, how about you swear to God your not as drunk as we think you are." Jack watched Tiffany mull the sentence over.
"I swear to drunk I'm not as God as you think I'm not…is that not right?" Not waiting for an answer she grabbed Jack's arm.
"Come, Jack, we need to get my stuff so we can be gone as fast as possible." And she dragged Jack out of the tavern and up the road. Will and Elizabeth followed. Tiffany suddenly stumbled and Jack caught her.
"You know, love, this would be so much easier if I…" He put his arms under her knees and around her back and scooped her up. She threw her arms around his neck and buried her head in his chest.
"Don't drop me. Don't even…Jack!" Jack chucked her in the air. She screamed and held on to him tighter. He smirked
"Come on, love, time to get yer stuff."
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