A/N: WEE! More reviews! Thanks, all of you. You make me feel special. And I
know some of you might be highly upset by the whole Jack sex thing...I'm
not sure whether I consider it rape or not considering she did let him go
on. Whatever. And to say something to Punk_Rock_Princess- my reason for
Jack switching, um, sides, I guess is simply because he's a pirate. Yeah.
Sorta lame, oh well.
Please, people, don't forget that Sparrow is a BAD GUY. Pirates were bad. Very bad, in fact. And I could have made him a lot worse. Alright? If you want good, funny Jack, go read my other story, The Tattoos. Don't let the crappy title fool you, it's pretty good.
As you might have noticed, I've changed the summary. Which means I've given away the secret. The only reason it wasn't up there before was because I didn't know how the story was gonna turn out, and now I have a pretty good idea.
Tell me if I should change the rating on this. I don't really want to, but I will if need be.
**** Previously:
"Got it. We're meetin' a man named Jose Gaspar." .......
With a quick smile at me, William was gone, and I was left to my thoughts all alone in the galley.
****
The next day, my "monthly visitor" showed up, serving as a great relief to me. It signaled that I WASN'T pregnant, which was definitely a good sign. But of course there was the problem of it actually being there, and cramps, and all that stuff.
Luckily, we came to port not long afterward. I honestly cannot remember what the place was called. Doesn't matter, though. It was small, out of the way. But it still had some nice places to stay.
I walked off the ship and was glad to finally stretch my legs. As my arms were held high above my head, Sparrow came up behind me and grabbed around my ribs, to a rather sensitive part of my body. My arms shot back down and I whipped around as fast as I possibly could. When I did I saw Sparrow's smirking face above me, incredibly close.
"Let me go," I said, through gritted teeth. He laughed and did. Then he peered over my shoulder, and smiled wide.
"Jose!" Sparrow walked past me, his arms extended. I turned around to see a very tanned pirate smirking at him.
"Sparrow," the man said. "I was wonderin' when ye was goin' ter turn up." The men embraced, and I saw Gaspar wink. "Who's the lass?" he said after they let go of each other. Sparrow turned around, grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward them.
"This littl' thing is somethin' we picked up in George Town. Name's Victoria...Victoria...tell me, sweetheart, yer last name?"
I swallowed hard, staring him in the face. "Smithford."
Sparrow snapped his finger. "Righ'. Victoria Smithford, meet Jose Gaspar."
The other pirate did a small bow and looked me over, resting his eyes quite a while in my chest. "Not very top 'eavy, is she?" It took me a minute to understand what he meant, but when I did, I lifted my had and was about to slap him hard across the face when Sparrow grabbed my hand.
"Don't, love. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts," he added to the other pirate, winking.
"You!" I screamed. I slapped him so hard with my other hand that it left a huge red mark on his cheek and my hand stinging. I realized, in retrospect, that hitting him was a very bad idea. Sparrow looked so angry, so frightening, that I cowered below him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Gaspar standing there, looking quite amused at the turn of events.
It was then that Sparrow let out a bark-like command. "Bootstrap! Down 'ere, NOW!" he roared, causing me to sink even lower. I heard William jump off the rigging and run down the dock to where we were standing.
"Aye, Cap'n?" he said, eyeing the strange scene. I could see his gaze linger on Sparrow's cheek, where my hand print was becoming more pronounced.
"Take this," he shoved me into William's arms, "into town. Board 'er up, lock the door."
William looked a little weary at the order, but nodded. "Aye Aye." He grabbed around my arm in a vice grip and led me away. When we were out of sight, he whipped me around.
"What did I tell yeh?" He growled. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, from fear. He seemed to notice how scared I was and his gaze softened a bit. "Listen, woman, you'd better heed my advice this time. You hit yer cap'n again, and there's no doubt yeh'd be walkin' the plank the next minute."
"Who cares? I just want all of this to end," I said, choking back the tears that were rapidly forming. To my surprise, he wrapped his hands lightly around my face and brought his lips to mine. But I didn't try to pull away, like with Sparrow. The kiss lasted for a few seconds, before he pulled away.
"I don't," he said, then held my hand. "Now let's go." With that he pulled me off to a small inn, where, even in the early hours of the morning, there were sounds of drunken fights happening.
"There?" I asked timidly, holding back as William tried to pull me inside.
"Yes, there, let's go!" he said, and yanked me through the doorway into another world. It was dark, and smelled of alcohol and sweat. There were dirty men strewn about, some passed out, some bleeding, some sleeping where they lay. There was a woman, scantily clad, being chased by a man missing all but one tooth.
"Stay close, kitten."
His advice wasn't needed. I wasn't about to go running around on my own. I clutched his arm tight as he led me up the rickety stairs in the back to a grimy door with a number '6' hanging on it. He turned the handle and the door swung open, to reveal two people in a very compromising position. They didn't seem to notice, however, and I found myself staring, not able to rip my eyes away out of some morbid curiosity.
"Whoops. Wrong room." William shut the door tight and we moved onto the next door, equally as disgusting, but with a number 7 on it. When he opened it, however, I was shocked to see the room-it was clean, the bed made, and everything in its place.
"You'll be stayin' 'ere," he said, walking in and lighting a candle. I followed and shut the door tight.
"The entire time we're docked?" I asked, running a finger along the edge of the bed before flopping down on it. It was incredibly soft, a welcome change from the hammock I had been using.
"Mostly. If yeh need somethin', yeh can call for Rosemarie. She'll take good care of yeh."
"Are you staying with me?" I asked, looking timidly up at him. After my experience with Sparrow, you might think that I wouldn't want to be around another man again, but somehow William was different.
He sighed. "I wish I could, love. But I've got work to do," he said as he sat next to me.
"Why did you become a pirate, William?" I asked. I had always liked asking why people did what they did- it was an intriguing question.
"Me father was a pirate. I was born on a ship. It's in me blood."
"But you didn't have to become a pirate. You could have done something else."
He laughed. "No, I couldn't 'ave. You've never felt the sea callin' to yeh. I've heard it all me life. I'm sure my children will feel it too."
I slowly put my hand on top of his. He took it, and looked in my eyes with his clear blue ones. Then he leaned in and kissed me again. It grew in intensity until I was on my back, him on top of me. I'm positive it would have gone farther if there hadn't been a loud knock at the door and someone calling for him.
It was Barbossa. "Boostrap! Get out 'ere! NOW!" He roared from the other side of the door. We sat up and straightened our clothes. William gave me a small smirk.
"I'll be back."
With that, he was gone.
***
After 5 days of sitting alone in that room, I was beginning to think that The Black Pearl had sailed away without me. But I was pleasantly proven wrong by William returning to my room, holding a large fruit I had never seen before in his hands.
"William!" I cried, jumping up from the bed. I hugged him tight, and only let go when he was struggling for breath.
"Nice to see you too." He set the fruit down on the bedside table and hugged me properly.
"I was beginning to think you all had left me."
"I told yeh I'd be back," he said, laughing. I eyed the fruit suspiciously. He picked it up and tossed it from hand to hand.
"Don't even ask it. I have no idea what it is. But I 'ear it tastes good. Want ter try it with me?" he raised an eyebrow and waved it playfully in front of me.
"Sure."
He whipped out a switchblade and began slicing the fruit. He handed me a piece, then shoved one in his mouth. He hadn't dropped dead, so I assumed it wasn't poisoned and took a small bite. It was really good, so I shoved the rest in my mouth. I had given up my lady-like manners quite a while ago. He handed me another piece, and we started talking, our mouths packed full of the juicy unknown fruit.
"Still don' know wha' the cap'n wanted ter talk ter Gaspar about," he said, taking another bite, "'Course, I 'aven't 'eard everythin' tha' they're talkin' of. All I really kno' is tha' Gaspar is plannin' on invadin' some mainland town. Tampa, I think it was called."
"Tampa?"
"Aye, Tampa." He nodded. I had never heard of it.
We talked late into the night, long after all the fruit was gone. After a lull in the conversation, we just looked at each other. He came closer to me, his face framed in the moonlight. He kissed me, for the third time that day.
But this time, we weren't interrupted.
*****
There ya go. Nice long chappy for you.
Please, people, don't forget that Sparrow is a BAD GUY. Pirates were bad. Very bad, in fact. And I could have made him a lot worse. Alright? If you want good, funny Jack, go read my other story, The Tattoos. Don't let the crappy title fool you, it's pretty good.
As you might have noticed, I've changed the summary. Which means I've given away the secret. The only reason it wasn't up there before was because I didn't know how the story was gonna turn out, and now I have a pretty good idea.
Tell me if I should change the rating on this. I don't really want to, but I will if need be.
**** Previously:
"Got it. We're meetin' a man named Jose Gaspar." .......
With a quick smile at me, William was gone, and I was left to my thoughts all alone in the galley.
****
The next day, my "monthly visitor" showed up, serving as a great relief to me. It signaled that I WASN'T pregnant, which was definitely a good sign. But of course there was the problem of it actually being there, and cramps, and all that stuff.
Luckily, we came to port not long afterward. I honestly cannot remember what the place was called. Doesn't matter, though. It was small, out of the way. But it still had some nice places to stay.
I walked off the ship and was glad to finally stretch my legs. As my arms were held high above my head, Sparrow came up behind me and grabbed around my ribs, to a rather sensitive part of my body. My arms shot back down and I whipped around as fast as I possibly could. When I did I saw Sparrow's smirking face above me, incredibly close.
"Let me go," I said, through gritted teeth. He laughed and did. Then he peered over my shoulder, and smiled wide.
"Jose!" Sparrow walked past me, his arms extended. I turned around to see a very tanned pirate smirking at him.
"Sparrow," the man said. "I was wonderin' when ye was goin' ter turn up." The men embraced, and I saw Gaspar wink. "Who's the lass?" he said after they let go of each other. Sparrow turned around, grabbed my arm, and pulled me toward them.
"This littl' thing is somethin' we picked up in George Town. Name's Victoria...Victoria...tell me, sweetheart, yer last name?"
I swallowed hard, staring him in the face. "Smithford."
Sparrow snapped his finger. "Righ'. Victoria Smithford, meet Jose Gaspar."
The other pirate did a small bow and looked me over, resting his eyes quite a while in my chest. "Not very top 'eavy, is she?" It took me a minute to understand what he meant, but when I did, I lifted my had and was about to slap him hard across the face when Sparrow grabbed my hand.
"Don't, love. She may not look like much, but she's got it where it counts," he added to the other pirate, winking.
"You!" I screamed. I slapped him so hard with my other hand that it left a huge red mark on his cheek and my hand stinging. I realized, in retrospect, that hitting him was a very bad idea. Sparrow looked so angry, so frightening, that I cowered below him. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Gaspar standing there, looking quite amused at the turn of events.
It was then that Sparrow let out a bark-like command. "Bootstrap! Down 'ere, NOW!" he roared, causing me to sink even lower. I heard William jump off the rigging and run down the dock to where we were standing.
"Aye, Cap'n?" he said, eyeing the strange scene. I could see his gaze linger on Sparrow's cheek, where my hand print was becoming more pronounced.
"Take this," he shoved me into William's arms, "into town. Board 'er up, lock the door."
William looked a little weary at the order, but nodded. "Aye Aye." He grabbed around my arm in a vice grip and led me away. When we were out of sight, he whipped me around.
"What did I tell yeh?" He growled. I could feel tears welling up in my eyes, from fear. He seemed to notice how scared I was and his gaze softened a bit. "Listen, woman, you'd better heed my advice this time. You hit yer cap'n again, and there's no doubt yeh'd be walkin' the plank the next minute."
"Who cares? I just want all of this to end," I said, choking back the tears that were rapidly forming. To my surprise, he wrapped his hands lightly around my face and brought his lips to mine. But I didn't try to pull away, like with Sparrow. The kiss lasted for a few seconds, before he pulled away.
"I don't," he said, then held my hand. "Now let's go." With that he pulled me off to a small inn, where, even in the early hours of the morning, there were sounds of drunken fights happening.
"There?" I asked timidly, holding back as William tried to pull me inside.
"Yes, there, let's go!" he said, and yanked me through the doorway into another world. It was dark, and smelled of alcohol and sweat. There were dirty men strewn about, some passed out, some bleeding, some sleeping where they lay. There was a woman, scantily clad, being chased by a man missing all but one tooth.
"Stay close, kitten."
His advice wasn't needed. I wasn't about to go running around on my own. I clutched his arm tight as he led me up the rickety stairs in the back to a grimy door with a number '6' hanging on it. He turned the handle and the door swung open, to reveal two people in a very compromising position. They didn't seem to notice, however, and I found myself staring, not able to rip my eyes away out of some morbid curiosity.
"Whoops. Wrong room." William shut the door tight and we moved onto the next door, equally as disgusting, but with a number 7 on it. When he opened it, however, I was shocked to see the room-it was clean, the bed made, and everything in its place.
"You'll be stayin' 'ere," he said, walking in and lighting a candle. I followed and shut the door tight.
"The entire time we're docked?" I asked, running a finger along the edge of the bed before flopping down on it. It was incredibly soft, a welcome change from the hammock I had been using.
"Mostly. If yeh need somethin', yeh can call for Rosemarie. She'll take good care of yeh."
"Are you staying with me?" I asked, looking timidly up at him. After my experience with Sparrow, you might think that I wouldn't want to be around another man again, but somehow William was different.
He sighed. "I wish I could, love. But I've got work to do," he said as he sat next to me.
"Why did you become a pirate, William?" I asked. I had always liked asking why people did what they did- it was an intriguing question.
"Me father was a pirate. I was born on a ship. It's in me blood."
"But you didn't have to become a pirate. You could have done something else."
He laughed. "No, I couldn't 'ave. You've never felt the sea callin' to yeh. I've heard it all me life. I'm sure my children will feel it too."
I slowly put my hand on top of his. He took it, and looked in my eyes with his clear blue ones. Then he leaned in and kissed me again. It grew in intensity until I was on my back, him on top of me. I'm positive it would have gone farther if there hadn't been a loud knock at the door and someone calling for him.
It was Barbossa. "Boostrap! Get out 'ere! NOW!" He roared from the other side of the door. We sat up and straightened our clothes. William gave me a small smirk.
"I'll be back."
With that, he was gone.
***
After 5 days of sitting alone in that room, I was beginning to think that The Black Pearl had sailed away without me. But I was pleasantly proven wrong by William returning to my room, holding a large fruit I had never seen before in his hands.
"William!" I cried, jumping up from the bed. I hugged him tight, and only let go when he was struggling for breath.
"Nice to see you too." He set the fruit down on the bedside table and hugged me properly.
"I was beginning to think you all had left me."
"I told yeh I'd be back," he said, laughing. I eyed the fruit suspiciously. He picked it up and tossed it from hand to hand.
"Don't even ask it. I have no idea what it is. But I 'ear it tastes good. Want ter try it with me?" he raised an eyebrow and waved it playfully in front of me.
"Sure."
He whipped out a switchblade and began slicing the fruit. He handed me a piece, then shoved one in his mouth. He hadn't dropped dead, so I assumed it wasn't poisoned and took a small bite. It was really good, so I shoved the rest in my mouth. I had given up my lady-like manners quite a while ago. He handed me another piece, and we started talking, our mouths packed full of the juicy unknown fruit.
"Still don' know wha' the cap'n wanted ter talk ter Gaspar about," he said, taking another bite, "'Course, I 'aven't 'eard everythin' tha' they're talkin' of. All I really kno' is tha' Gaspar is plannin' on invadin' some mainland town. Tampa, I think it was called."
"Tampa?"
"Aye, Tampa." He nodded. I had never heard of it.
We talked late into the night, long after all the fruit was gone. After a lull in the conversation, we just looked at each other. He came closer to me, his face framed in the moonlight. He kissed me, for the third time that day.
But this time, we weren't interrupted.
*****
There ya go. Nice long chappy for you.