*Disclaimer* I do not own anyone from Pirates of the Caribbean. I do not make money-- do not sue blah blah blah.
A/N: As per request, here is the next chapter with lots of tasty-Jack-goodness. To Kantayra---thanks for the review-- and for the future review of Gwen--- thanks Gwen as always-… Side note: I love a man who looks good in eyeliner. And onto the story…
Chapter 2
Un jour triste pour Victoria
She woke up late, and she heard her méré, Nadine, calling for her. That blasted man from the bar had invaded her dreams for the second night in a row, not that she would tell. She got up instantly and thundered down the stairs, only in her night rail, and showing off more than should be for the citizens shopping around the town. " Is something wrong?" She said as she caught her breath.
Nadine laughed, " I was just calling you down for food, go put on something more than your night rail; you might draw attention from the buccaneers in the bay window!"
She blushed(thinking of the man from the bar) and trampled up the stairs. She came back down promptly, in one of her lighter dresses. She wore a peach color corset and her whisk was actually present. She had an off white petticoat also. " This better?"
Nadine laughed, " Of course, now come, eat quickly for Dètan should be arriving momentarily."
She did as she was told, and as she finished, they left to meet him in the harbor. She looked at the market and the jewels, almost not meeting him as he arrived.
" I heard you were out last night with a Henri Chattel."
" Yes, with Jonathan. I showed him around town."
She turned to her and said, " Do not go near this man until I hear what Dètan knows about him."
She nodded solemnly and kept on walking. They were almost to the harbor, and they saw the Golden Dove already in port, and Dètan was coming off to greet them.
" Nadine, have to come to meet me?"
She smiled towards him. " Of course, and Victoria of course."
He smiled at Victoria and laughed, " Well, Burnaby and the others can clear off anything we scourged."
" Stefan, do you know anything about a man named Henri Chattel?" Nadine asked him innocently enough.
He stiffened and turned towards her. " Is that man here?" Stefan looked at her while she nodded and Stefan looked at Victoria briskly. " He is a scoundrel. He sweeps women off their feet with his handsome face, and then sells him for money just to pay for his clothes, which he uses to seduce them. Where did you see him?"
" I, I didn't see him. Victoria was out with him last night." Nadine explained.
" What? By yourself, Victoria?" Dètan tried to say calmly.
" No, I mean, Jonathan was with me, and he told me not to greet him, but he didn't look harmful."
" You two didn't..." He said as he sat down at the table in their house and let his sentence trail off.
" I just showed him around, Péré! Jonathan warned me of his tales, nothing happened."
" Yes, but something could have. You shouldn't have done that. Why were you out so late on another note?"
" Jonathan and I were walking around, talking. I was supposed to come home earlier, I'm sorry."
" Yes, you should be, and he will come after you again. I don't want you to leave the house, with out me or Nadine." He said sternly.
" But!"
" You should have listened to Jonathan, now, go to your room and do something until he leaves."
" Yes, van Tombac." She said with a flare in her eyes as she promenaded up the stairs to her room.
He winced with the blow of his older name, which she had somehow heard. " Victoria... She will get hurt with her flame."
Nadine answered back, " I was once like little Victoria, you know."
" Yes, and you almost got killed, until I came along." He smirked.
" Maybe she just needs her buccaneer to come and sweep her off her feet, like Katherine and Scott. Could Jonathan?" She sighed quietly and answered her own question. " Jonathan is not for her, he is just a friend. She needs someone more daring then her, which will be hard to find…" Nadine sighed and looked at her husband.
During the time they were talking about Victoria, she wept on her bed. She sat up finally, blinking away the tears and looking into the mirror. She smashed the mirror with her fist and it exploded into pieces, leaving glass shards all over the floor, blood seeped out of her hand and glass protruded from her palm. Nadine ran up when she heard the earth shattering crumble, and saw Victoria standing there, raging with hate.
" Victoria, your hand." Nadine said as she brought her down the stairs, and into the wash area. She washed her and delicately pulled the shards out. " Victoria, your temper has besmirched your common sense. There, I wrapped it with a cloth. Now, why did you do that?"
Victoria turned to her méré and blinked away the tears that were forming in her eyes. " I don't know, I just didn't like myself, and I, I'm sorry for the trouble I've caused."
Nadine said nothing. "I'm going to go make dinner. You be down at 7, Victoria."
Victoria did not go down to dinner. She fell asleep on her bed and woke up some time later, the moon already high into the sky. She walked and sat on the edge of the window, thinking, hoping… And then all it once, it hit her like a brick. Victoria was miserable.
Victoria sat in her room, determined not to get miserable… about what? What was she sad about? Never having a lover? Maybe that… Maybe because no one, not her parents, truly loved her. She slipped out the window easily and walked down the dirt road, falling into the hard body of her certain dream man.
"What's wrong, love, some boy turned you away?"
Victoria quickly stepped away and assessed the man with clears eyes now. Oh, he seemed almost too pretty to be a man, kohl smeared around his eyes. Looks better than I do sometimes, she thought sorely. With a bandana tied around his head, and beads in his hair, she would have never guessed that she would be attracted to him. But life loved to play silly tricks on her.
"I…" She couldn't speak. Her voice simply stopped working.
"Afraid of me? I'm only poor little Captain Jack Sparrow."
She could speak now. "Captain Jack Sparrow?"
He doubted he would ever stop loving that. "That's right."
She had heard much about him and since living most of her life on a boat, she feared him(if only he wasn't so pretty.)
"Now, back to your problem."
"No." Victoria spun on her heel and walked the other way.
Women simply didn't walk away from Captain Jack Sparrow. He caught up with her quickly, his arm wrapping around her shoulders. "Well since we're headed into town-- Why don't we stop by Le Dernier Chance for a good drink of rum. What do you say, love?"
"I… don't think--"
"Then let's go!" He grabbed her arm and pulled her quickly to the bar.
By the time Victoria sat down and had a drink of rum, she felt a little bit better for being a little bit drunk around Jack, no less. Oh she had heard tales as a child of his escapades and his ravishing of beautiful women. Would he try a conquest on her? She took another drink and looked at him. "Why are you here?"
"Why not?"
"Why with me?"
"I like to surround myself with people equal to my beauty."
Full of himself too, she thought sorely and she looked around, finding her eyes drawn to Henri, who sat alone in a corner. A small shiver of fear went down her spine. "So… Jack… you don't have to be nice to me."
"Me? Nice?" Jack pondered on the thought for a moment. "I, my dear, am a pirate."
"The worst in the world--or so I've heard." She stopped for a moment. "You shouldn't be here -- My father will be looking for you, or has been."
"Nathan Detain has turned no better than the rest of the sorry lot. He used to be a pirate, you know. Van Tombac."
Victoria's jaw tightened. "I know."
"And you know, Vicky, you are nearly just like him, but much much prettier." Some might say he might had had too much to drink--- but Jack could never drink enough. Like a fish he was--- a drunk fish.
"Don't call me that."
"Oh, love, Vicky is quite a nice name." He leaned close to her, his breath warm on her neck and fragrant of rum.
Victoria's eyes darted from Jack and to Herni, who she saw standing up, walking closer and closer to their table. Her insides twisted and turned and she felt ill. She had some strange fear that her father had pushed into her. She knew Henri wouldn't hurt her, but her mouth was already on Jack's when Henri passed.
And she felt the burning eyes in her back and the warmth spreading all over her body. Jack was quite deft and he definitely knew what he was doing, even if she didn't. She felt his hand slide down her dress, cupping one of her breasts, but she pulled away quickly. "I--- I-- NO!" She ran out of the bar.
Jack leaned back in his chair. Pretty girl, maybe stupid, but pretty. Almost reminded him of Will, smart, but so stupid sometimes. Oh he would have fun taking her virginity from her, and before she knew it, he would be gone.
