Author's Note - Pirates of the Caribbean does not belong to me. Please read
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Chapter Three
After emerging, soaking, from the ocean, Anamaria and Jack had gone their separate ways. Anamaria now lounged on a tree branch outside a window in Commodore Norrington's temporary dwelling, listening alertly to the conversation going on inside.
"Sir . . ." a breathless voice said. "He has . . . been spotted . . . at the docks!"
The Commodore sounded bemused and rather bored. "Who has, Gilette?"
"Jack Sparrow, Sir!"
The screech of a chair being pushed back, and a thud as it fell onto the wooden floor. "What?"
"Yes, Sir. I came immediately."
"Well done, Gilette. Now gather four and twenty men and search the city for him. If you find him, apprehend him and bring him here. We must rid ourselves of him if we are to turn Tortuga into an honest port."
"Sir!" Footsteps.
Anamaria slid down the tree trunk, amazed at what she had just heard. An honest port . . . for the Royal Navy? . . .Tortuga? She shook her head. So that was why the town seemed overly quiet, why soldiers patrolled it.
Still shocked, Anamaria hastened to the Faithful Bride.
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Jack frowned, bewildered. The Faithful Bride hadn't been this quiet in . . . ever. Quirking an eyebrow, he swaggered drunkenly over to a familiar wench. "Giselle, love . . ."
The girl threw him a dirty look and turned her attention back to her ale.
No slap.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Giselle, darling . . ."
"Go 'way, Jack."
"Go away? I'm hurt love. Not even a slap for old Jack?"
"There're some what need slapping more'n ye, Jack."
Jack sat down beside her. "Norrington?"
Giselle growled. "Don' even get me started on that bastard."
Affronted, Jack raised two hands in defense. Following the familiar path to the bar, he caught the bartender's attention and tapped the counter. "Drubb! Grog, mate."
Drubb was an interesting case. No one was quite sure where he hailed from [though his accent was an odd mix of English, Scottish, and French]. All they knew, or cared about, was that "ol' Drubb 'as always 'ad the best grog in the Spanish Main, so 'elp me!" The middle-aged man - probably one of the only men in Tortuga not involved in some form of piracy - now addressed Jack.
"Captain Jack Sparrow! Ye haven't been 'round these parts in an age! . . .Now's I think of it, why are ye here? Norrington 'll be right pissed to see you!"
"So Norrington is here . . . that's int'resting."
"Oh, he's here all righ'! Locked all the honest pirates in jail, that's what he's bloody gone and done!"
Jack's eyes widened. "Has he? Why's that, Drubb?"
Drubb shrugged. "Wants to turn this place respectable, or sum'it . . ." Another patron called from the other side of the bar, and the bartender hurried away.
Jack stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "That's very interesting . . ."
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"Let me make you a proposal, love." Jack smiled winningly at the blonde, showing several gold and silver teeth. "You make as much trouble 'round here as you can - seduce an officer, drug the ale . . . whatever your pretty little mind comes up with - and I . . . I shall get you your slap for Norrington. Eh?"
Giselle gave him a measuring, wary look, the effect of which was somewhat spoiled by her drunkenness. "'Ow do I know you can do it?"
"Lass! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He leaned toward her and half- smirked. "Leave it to me."
Giselle snorted and rose from the table. Swinging her hips and pulling her blouse yet lower, she ambled tipsily over to the officer standing guard outside the door. Laying a hand on his chest, she murmured, " 'Ello, gorgeous . . ."
Chapter Three
After emerging, soaking, from the ocean, Anamaria and Jack had gone their separate ways. Anamaria now lounged on a tree branch outside a window in Commodore Norrington's temporary dwelling, listening alertly to the conversation going on inside.
"Sir . . ." a breathless voice said. "He has . . . been spotted . . . at the docks!"
The Commodore sounded bemused and rather bored. "Who has, Gilette?"
"Jack Sparrow, Sir!"
The screech of a chair being pushed back, and a thud as it fell onto the wooden floor. "What?"
"Yes, Sir. I came immediately."
"Well done, Gilette. Now gather four and twenty men and search the city for him. If you find him, apprehend him and bring him here. We must rid ourselves of him if we are to turn Tortuga into an honest port."
"Sir!" Footsteps.
Anamaria slid down the tree trunk, amazed at what she had just heard. An honest port . . . for the Royal Navy? . . .Tortuga? She shook her head. So that was why the town seemed overly quiet, why soldiers patrolled it.
Still shocked, Anamaria hastened to the Faithful Bride.
_____________________
Jack frowned, bewildered. The Faithful Bride hadn't been this quiet in . . . ever. Quirking an eyebrow, he swaggered drunkenly over to a familiar wench. "Giselle, love . . ."
The girl threw him a dirty look and turned her attention back to her ale.
No slap.
Something was definitely wrong.
"Giselle, darling . . ."
"Go 'way, Jack."
"Go away? I'm hurt love. Not even a slap for old Jack?"
"There're some what need slapping more'n ye, Jack."
Jack sat down beside her. "Norrington?"
Giselle growled. "Don' even get me started on that bastard."
Affronted, Jack raised two hands in defense. Following the familiar path to the bar, he caught the bartender's attention and tapped the counter. "Drubb! Grog, mate."
Drubb was an interesting case. No one was quite sure where he hailed from [though his accent was an odd mix of English, Scottish, and French]. All they knew, or cared about, was that "ol' Drubb 'as always 'ad the best grog in the Spanish Main, so 'elp me!" The middle-aged man - probably one of the only men in Tortuga not involved in some form of piracy - now addressed Jack.
"Captain Jack Sparrow! Ye haven't been 'round these parts in an age! . . .Now's I think of it, why are ye here? Norrington 'll be right pissed to see you!"
"So Norrington is here . . . that's int'resting."
"Oh, he's here all righ'! Locked all the honest pirates in jail, that's what he's bloody gone and done!"
Jack's eyes widened. "Has he? Why's that, Drubb?"
Drubb shrugged. "Wants to turn this place respectable, or sum'it . . ." Another patron called from the other side of the bar, and the bartender hurried away.
Jack stroked his goatee thoughtfully. "That's very interesting . . ."
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"Let me make you a proposal, love." Jack smiled winningly at the blonde, showing several gold and silver teeth. "You make as much trouble 'round here as you can - seduce an officer, drug the ale . . . whatever your pretty little mind comes up with - and I . . . I shall get you your slap for Norrington. Eh?"
Giselle gave him a measuring, wary look, the effect of which was somewhat spoiled by her drunkenness. "'Ow do I know you can do it?"
"Lass! I'm Captain Jack Sparrow!" He leaned toward her and half- smirked. "Leave it to me."
Giselle snorted and rose from the table. Swinging her hips and pulling her blouse yet lower, she ambled tipsily over to the officer standing guard outside the door. Laying a hand on his chest, she murmured, " 'Ello, gorgeous . . ."