*Disclaimer* I do not own anyone from PotC and I don't make money off this… Don't sue me-- but everyone else is a product of my twisted mind. : ) And look I'm guessing about the years in which it took place since I can't find anything that says when it took place.. Blah… Anyways, on to the story! : )
Chapitre 3: Fort-de-France, Martinique, around 1870's
La décesion de Victoria pour baiser Jack
"Lovely girl… never?"
"No, no, never… Jack." His name sounded so nice coming out of her mouth… so perfect.
"Well then… we'll have to remedy that situation," and he pulled her into his arms.
***
"Blasted, blasted man." She cursed herself silently for being so stupid. She got up from her bed, her heading pounding from the rum last night and… Jack. She heard a loud noise and much talking. She looked outside. No cart-- no one very important. She grabbed a robe and pulled it on quickly, walking down the stairs.
She couldn't believe her eyes. Damn the man! He had dared to come into her house-- to what? She walked closer and he finally saw her.
"Ah, Stefan, would've never guessed she was your daughter."
Liar, you know! She stared at him, not sure if she could speak or not.
"Don't get any ideas, Jack." Stefan shot him a cold look.
Jack raised his arms, then put them together, as if praying. "Me? Never, never, Stefan." He turned to Nadine and spoke. "What a lovely girl you have; quite the image of her ever-lovely mother."
Nadine spoke. "You know that'll never get you anywhere with me, Jack. You tried it fifteen years ago." She gestured for Victoria to come closer. "Come now, Victoria, this is Jack Sparrow.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, actually." He interjected.
"Well a pleasure to meet you then," she said then added so only he could hear, "you lying bastard."
A little grin tugged at his face but he said nothing.
"So I heard about your adventure to capture the Pearl."
He shrugged. "It was dramatized, I must say."
Victoria watched him with growing interest. He was a liar, a thief(probably), and a pirate. She left. To go to church.
***
"And onto the next week, we shall be speaking of the evil's of alcohol and adultery. With this comes a…"
Victoria's head leaned forward about to fall asleep. She had only started going to the Roman Catholic church at Jonathan's begging. Well she'd much better be with Jack than be at church, but she would never say that.
"Hello, love, so what's he talking about?"
Her head slowly turned next to her, seeing Jack's hands rubbing together. "Why don't you just leave me alone." She whispered hotly.
The communion was passed along, and when it reached his hands, he grabbed a handful. "Cracker?" He offered her one.
If she didn't laugh, she would cry. She thought the latter would happen first and quickly escaped out of the pew and out of the church. Sometimes, standing alone, she wished she was back at sea. Martinique was not her place of living. The forced removal of the Caribs had left her wondering if she belonged here at all. And the British-- maybe they would be truly be gone for good.
Yes, yes… she wanted to go back out to sea. She wanted to feel the window, the soft spray of the water… the storms-- Everything. She didn't want to be here anymore and she thought she knew just what she could do to attain her goal… Captain Jack Sparrow.
***
Well he'd made an ass out of himself, as usual. At any rate, Jack grinned.. He was winning her over. He knew he'd have her, maybe two, three days at the most. He situation was almost perfect. Seducing the daughter of an old friend. Stefan wouldn't turn him into the French Government(since he was running his own small pirate operation)… at least until he found out that Jack had taken Vicky. However, he still laughed, a grin pasted on his face. Time to find her. If he had any luck, anything, he would have her by tomorrow, but he wanted her by tonight. He wanted to get away from this godforsaken island and back to his lovely Pearl.
The only woman he would ever really love.
***
Something is definitely wrong with that man, Victoria thought as she sat next to Jack in the same bar as the night before. He can get me away, she thought, and she knew she would have to remember that.
Jack raised from the chair. "Come with me, Vicky." He offered her his hand.
She put his hand in his and pulled herself. She knew where she was going and she couldn't stop the flutters that stayed in the pit of her stomach.
Oh that sounded so silly… she knew Jack would never be the man to fawn over her lovingly.
Then again, Victoria was wrong more than right, and Jack would prove her wrong.
He led her out the bar and down to the harbor and she saw his boat. It took her breath away. She couldn't explain why. Perhaps it was the fact that it could take her away, or that her and Jack would be inside soon. Victoria giggled to herself, the rum forcing the blood to pound loud in her ears. "Has to be the latter." She muttered and then giggled again.
Jack led her up the planks by her hand and pulled her quickly towards the Captain's Quarters, avoiding the looks from the crew.
"What-- Jack--- will they care?"
"They are paid to know nothing." Good enough for me, she thought and followed him into the room, where she closed the door behind her.
Victoria couldn't wait to make love with Captain Jack Sparrow.
TBC….
A/N: This is the following an except of what happened while writing tonight/this morning.
Jack: *drinks out of a plastic palm tree cup* Good rum.
Me: You're so fucking inebriated you have to use a straw. *steals cup away from him*
Jack: *contemplates the plastic cup* I think it's cute.
Me: Fucking weirdo. Now-- Apologize.
Jack: *whines* I don't wanna!
Me: Do it, or I'll make you room with Legolas again.
Jack: Never! Brushes his hair for three hours-- How am I supposed to have a women with him brushing his hair? They'll think he's prettier than I!
Me: *Rolls my eyes* Apologize, or else *watches him cringe*… now for Jack's apologizes.
Jack: *grabs a piece of paper* I, Captain Jack Sparrow, apologize for the following problems: Infesting Saphrin's brain with my twisted sense of humor, forcing her to write this story, and just generally causing her to go crazy and make this story.
Me: Thank you Jacky-honey. *pats him on his head* Good boy, now go back to your rum. *hands him the cup* Sorry… it's 5am and I'm lonely. All I've got is 13 lazy muses to bother me.
All right-- I would like to say a few things…uhhh about the communion being passed around at roman catholic church does not happen(I am Roman Catholic) but I'm lazy and yeah-- that's what I wanted to happen. So… so. Bah. :P Oh yeah… the next chapter is going to be very explicit-- so YOU ARE PRE-WARNED! Now… Thanks to:
Gwen: Dude, you just wait for the last chapter-- It's going to fucking kick BRBH right off the sadness level.
Quinn: Heh, remember, Jack is mostly drunk during the time he encounters Vicky-- sooo yeah…. Anyway, I've only seen it once--- heh trying the best I can! : ) Thank you for your review. You don't know how much it means to me
NoS: Thank you very much! Hope you like this chapter.
To everyone else--- I know people are looking at this so-- so… boo on you for not reviewing-- but either way, I hope everyone enjoys the story and I will have the next chapter up on the 29th as tomorrow I on vacation.
Love,
Saph who thinks this author's note was probably longer than the damn story :P
