So far, so good. Thanks Catrina; no, you're thinking of Anna Marie(I believe that was her name; she had my middle name and I was pleased). Arden is the persona that I took directly after exiting the movie, and I was forced to change my earring to golden pirate hoops.
Arden threw the pub doors open, breezing past patrons.
"Say, Klane, where did you get off too last night?" The surly, lank woman behind the bar grin in a sleazy way. "No pun intend, acourse."
"Go stick your head in a keg, Owan, I'm not in the mood!" She glared at her, climbing the stairs to her room.
"I'll need you to be workin' tonight, Arden," She called up the stairs. She looked back into her face, nearly blocked out by her greasy gray hair.
"That all depends if I'll BE here tonight, Owan," She called over her shoulder, throwing her duffel on her small bed. She began to pack clothes in messily, feeling the anger verging on pain. "I'm getting out of this town as soon as I can!"
"Oh, is Cap't Sparrow back in town then?"
She closed the bag tight and slung it over her shoulder, storming down the stairs.
"Owan, I would say I'd miss you, but-Why would I lie?" She glowered at her, slapping a dollar bill down on the counter. "Give a drink to go on, aye?"
"He is in town, ain't he?" She grinned in an bitter way. "You're running away from him, ain't ye?"
"Just give me a drink," She growled.
"You are," she said, reaching absentmindedly to pour a drink for her. "He come back, all presentable and lovable, come back looking for you, even. Where did you go last night, girl?"
"I went to bed."
"To bed with Jack Sparrow?"
Arden's eyes flashed over the rim of her glass. She slammed the drink and threw the glass down hard on the counter.
"I won't be back, Owan. And I won't send regards. May you rot in hell," She said lowly, pushing back from the counter and torpedoing herself out of the seedy tavern.
Jack checked the door again, pressing the lock hard. He'd come home hoping to find something, and was leaving on the next ship out with exactly what he'd come in with; nothing. The clothes on his back and the hat and rag on his head, and his life was headed back for the Sea.
A ruckus was breaking into the streets from the tavern near the docks, spilling light into the black street. He watched the drunk man crash through an opposing window and wondered what he was thinking when he'd decided to go ashore a mere 24 hours beforehand. He passed the mess of broken glass, stepping into the bar.
It was a different world there, full of shouting and light, the smell of rum everywhere. To Jack, it was nearly better than the smell of a woman.
"Give us a strong one, eh steward?" He asked, reaching out to tap the bartender. A surprisingly ugly woman turned to face him, smiling.
"How strong?"
"Strong," He said sternly, looking into her face. "Were you tendin' here last night?"
"Acourse I was; I own this place. And you ran off with my wench."
He blinked a momentarily, taking his drink and glaring at her.
"Wench?" He asked. "Is that how you treat a woman who works willingly for only room and board 'round here?"
"She ran out on me this afternoon, told me to rot in Hell. I'll treat her memory how I like," She gave him an oily appraising look. "I can't believe she was runnin' from you."
"What?"
"Oh yeah," She seemed pleased, as if this was what she had waited for. "She's been wanderin' the streets waitin' for a barge outta this town since you seethed her way from you this mornin', just trying to ignore the cat calls and ugly sailors that threw galleons her way!" She laughed. "Just look for yourself."
The hinged door swung in the breeze, and he caught sight of a small figure in the moonlight, inky hair glowing silver. Whistles still sounded in the air around her.
"Pathetic, ain't she?" The woman grinned malicously at her form. She looked up and found that her conversation partner had left his stool, and was leaving for the street. "Oy! What about my payment?!"
She threw her hands up in disgust, downing the remainder of the drink, and smashed the glass at the threshold of the bar.
Arden shifted from foot to foot, her bag hitting her back uncomfortably. She could feel her heart beating up in her temples. They was a ship setting out soon, there had to be. She would be approached out here in the dark, or worse...
"Arden?"
She jumped defensively, bringing her hand around in instinct. He caught her wrist, preventing the back of her hand from connecting with his face, but barely.
"Jack!" She hissed at him in the dark. "Jack Sparrow!"
"That's not how you said it last night, luv," He smiled gently, moving closer and taking her hand.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, wrenching her hand free and glaring at him.
"Listen, Arden, I just don't want you hurt. It's dangerous out here for an attractive young girl. Last I checked, you were beautiful, and 20."
"I don't need your help, Sparrow," She said coolly. "I'm only waiting for a ship, and then I will never see you again."
"Come with me, pet," he said softly. "I'm gettin' out in an hour, and I can get you onto any ship you want to be on."
Her eyes, back under the moon, softened and she looked at him appreciatively. "Can you, Jack?"
"*Captain*. *Captain* Jack Sparrow," He grinned in a cocky way. "I can get you in anywhere."
Arden threw the pub doors open, breezing past patrons.
"Say, Klane, where did you get off too last night?" The surly, lank woman behind the bar grin in a sleazy way. "No pun intend, acourse."
"Go stick your head in a keg, Owan, I'm not in the mood!" She glared at her, climbing the stairs to her room.
"I'll need you to be workin' tonight, Arden," She called up the stairs. She looked back into her face, nearly blocked out by her greasy gray hair.
"That all depends if I'll BE here tonight, Owan," She called over her shoulder, throwing her duffel on her small bed. She began to pack clothes in messily, feeling the anger verging on pain. "I'm getting out of this town as soon as I can!"
"Oh, is Cap't Sparrow back in town then?"
She closed the bag tight and slung it over her shoulder, storming down the stairs.
"Owan, I would say I'd miss you, but-Why would I lie?" She glowered at her, slapping a dollar bill down on the counter. "Give a drink to go on, aye?"
"He is in town, ain't he?" She grinned in an bitter way. "You're running away from him, ain't ye?"
"Just give me a drink," She growled.
"You are," she said, reaching absentmindedly to pour a drink for her. "He come back, all presentable and lovable, come back looking for you, even. Where did you go last night, girl?"
"I went to bed."
"To bed with Jack Sparrow?"
Arden's eyes flashed over the rim of her glass. She slammed the drink and threw the glass down hard on the counter.
"I won't be back, Owan. And I won't send regards. May you rot in hell," She said lowly, pushing back from the counter and torpedoing herself out of the seedy tavern.
Jack checked the door again, pressing the lock hard. He'd come home hoping to find something, and was leaving on the next ship out with exactly what he'd come in with; nothing. The clothes on his back and the hat and rag on his head, and his life was headed back for the Sea.
A ruckus was breaking into the streets from the tavern near the docks, spilling light into the black street. He watched the drunk man crash through an opposing window and wondered what he was thinking when he'd decided to go ashore a mere 24 hours beforehand. He passed the mess of broken glass, stepping into the bar.
It was a different world there, full of shouting and light, the smell of rum everywhere. To Jack, it was nearly better than the smell of a woman.
"Give us a strong one, eh steward?" He asked, reaching out to tap the bartender. A surprisingly ugly woman turned to face him, smiling.
"How strong?"
"Strong," He said sternly, looking into her face. "Were you tendin' here last night?"
"Acourse I was; I own this place. And you ran off with my wench."
He blinked a momentarily, taking his drink and glaring at her.
"Wench?" He asked. "Is that how you treat a woman who works willingly for only room and board 'round here?"
"She ran out on me this afternoon, told me to rot in Hell. I'll treat her memory how I like," She gave him an oily appraising look. "I can't believe she was runnin' from you."
"What?"
"Oh yeah," She seemed pleased, as if this was what she had waited for. "She's been wanderin' the streets waitin' for a barge outta this town since you seethed her way from you this mornin', just trying to ignore the cat calls and ugly sailors that threw galleons her way!" She laughed. "Just look for yourself."
The hinged door swung in the breeze, and he caught sight of a small figure in the moonlight, inky hair glowing silver. Whistles still sounded in the air around her.
"Pathetic, ain't she?" The woman grinned malicously at her form. She looked up and found that her conversation partner had left his stool, and was leaving for the street. "Oy! What about my payment?!"
She threw her hands up in disgust, downing the remainder of the drink, and smashed the glass at the threshold of the bar.
Arden shifted from foot to foot, her bag hitting her back uncomfortably. She could feel her heart beating up in her temples. They was a ship setting out soon, there had to be. She would be approached out here in the dark, or worse...
"Arden?"
She jumped defensively, bringing her hand around in instinct. He caught her wrist, preventing the back of her hand from connecting with his face, but barely.
"Jack!" She hissed at him in the dark. "Jack Sparrow!"
"That's not how you said it last night, luv," He smiled gently, moving closer and taking her hand.
"What are you doing?" She demanded, wrenching her hand free and glaring at him.
"Listen, Arden, I just don't want you hurt. It's dangerous out here for an attractive young girl. Last I checked, you were beautiful, and 20."
"I don't need your help, Sparrow," She said coolly. "I'm only waiting for a ship, and then I will never see you again."
"Come with me, pet," he said softly. "I'm gettin' out in an hour, and I can get you onto any ship you want to be on."
Her eyes, back under the moon, softened and she looked at him appreciatively. "Can you, Jack?"
"*Captain*. *Captain* Jack Sparrow," He grinned in a cocky way. "I can get you in anywhere."
