Chapter 2-Jack
Jack Sparrow awoke on the floor of some Cabin, the ground pitching and rolling beneath him. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He wondered aloud, positive there was no one who could answer. "Yer aboard the Dark Jewel." Jack turned around and saw a girl standing in the doorway of the cabin, smiling at him. "Captain Jack, I'm Captain Rowena, surely yeh remember me from yesterday, when we met?" "That's right," Jack said drunkenly. "We met in Singapore a while back, yes, it's you alright, but now you is a woman!" He swaggered over to her and put his arm around her waist.
"And what a lovely woman too." She rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "You're much better 'an some o' those dames back in Tortuga, with them hands, like to slap up a storm, they do." He finished, looking at her with glazed eyes. "So yeh like Tortuga, then?" She asked, sure of the answer already. "Like Tortuga! O' course I like Tortuga! She's like me home! Surely yeh share my feelins." Angrily Rowena shook her head. "Firstly, I don't like whores, and I don't drink rum, Jack." Jack stared at her, as if she was speaking a different language. "Don't drink rum? What kinda person are yeh? Don't drink rum! We'll have to work on that one, love."
She sighed. "Well, we be off to Tortuga now, so take what yeh can when yeh there, savvy?" "Savvy." Jack answered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She was a stubborn lass, and he respected that. But refusing to drink rum, well that was a whole different story. Jack swaggered out onto the deck and breathed in the fresh air. "Th' sea is my home." He whispered, catching Rowena's eye. "I've noticed." She mumbled smugly, and headed off towards the steer. Jack followed her.
"She's lovely, the ship, I mean." "Rowena nodded, grasping the wheel. Jack grabbed hold of the riggings and swayed in his spot for a moment, before letting go and heading off in the other direction. "S'cuse me, love. Got to do somethin' 'bout this beard." Rowena stared after him. She recalled the legends of Jack Sparrow. He was said to be a charmer, the cream of the crop, but Rowena didn't see that in him. All she saw was a pirate. A lonely pirate with no home and no friends, except the ladies back in Tortuga, if you could call them friends.
She once had a friend, Scarlet, her name was. They used to run down the beach in Tortuga, playing games. Rowena would be the pirate, and Scarlet would be the damsel in distress. Rowena would save her, and then they would pretend to go on fearless adventures together from then on. These memories brought a small smile to Captain Rowena Maynard's face. But as she thought about it more, it wasn't the games that irked her, it was real life. She had become a pirate by trade, and Scarlet married, had children, and then discovered the rest of Tortuga. She left her husband to become a whore. That's when the childhood friends lost contact between one another.
Not a lovely history, Rowena reminded herself, but she chose to push this to the back of her mind. It was the past, after all, now what she needed to think about was her ship, her crew, and the welfare of them both. She adjusted her hat better on her head and took out her compass. It didn't point north. She didn't know why, but something about this compass haunted her. Like there was more to it than she knew about. Almost like a warning. But she was incomplete even still. She had to find out what that compass meant, if it meant anything at all.
A half an hour passed, and Jack came back up to where Rowena was standing. His beard was mostly off, save two short braids hanging down, held on by some short stubble around his chin. "Do I look better, love?" He asked, holding his arms out wide. "Much." She answered roughly. Now she could see his whole face. It was tanned and weather-beaten, same as before, but now it glowed. Just a bit, but enough to be noticeable. "Yes, love?" Jack looked at her. She snapped back into focus. "Yeh were starin' so hard I thought somethin' was wrong with yer eyes." Rowena blushed a deep shade of red. "Don't be embarrassed, love. I get tha' all the time." He touched her cheek. She breathed shakily. No man had ever done that to her before. No man ever looked at her that way before, probably because none of them knew she was a woman, but still . . .
"Stop blushin'. It's makin' me uncomfortable." He took his hand away and turned from her. What was she thinking? Jack Sparrow was known for his seductive display of emotion. He did this to all women, and that's why they were so drawn to him, because he made them believe that they were the only one he had eyes for. 'So that's his secret.' She thought to herself. Besides, pirates weren't supposed to fall in love. She sighed. "Somethin' wrong, love?" Jack turned at her sigh, a concerned look planted in his eyes. It looked so sincere. Rowena tried to snap herself out of it. "No, nothin'." She muttered, willing herself not to make eye contact with him again.
"We're headed into Tortuga!" Mearl cried from below deck. "Wonderful." Jack said, pulling his compass. Rowena did the same. "Ruddy Compass," They said at the same time, "Doesn't point North."
Jack Sparrow awoke on the floor of some Cabin, the ground pitching and rolling beneath him. "Where the bloody hell am I?" He wondered aloud, positive there was no one who could answer. "Yer aboard the Dark Jewel." Jack turned around and saw a girl standing in the doorway of the cabin, smiling at him. "Captain Jack, I'm Captain Rowena, surely yeh remember me from yesterday, when we met?" "That's right," Jack said drunkenly. "We met in Singapore a while back, yes, it's you alright, but now you is a woman!" He swaggered over to her and put his arm around her waist.
"And what a lovely woman too." She rolled her eyes and pushed him away. "You're much better 'an some o' those dames back in Tortuga, with them hands, like to slap up a storm, they do." He finished, looking at her with glazed eyes. "So yeh like Tortuga, then?" She asked, sure of the answer already. "Like Tortuga! O' course I like Tortuga! She's like me home! Surely yeh share my feelins." Angrily Rowena shook her head. "Firstly, I don't like whores, and I don't drink rum, Jack." Jack stared at her, as if she was speaking a different language. "Don't drink rum? What kinda person are yeh? Don't drink rum! We'll have to work on that one, love."
She sighed. "Well, we be off to Tortuga now, so take what yeh can when yeh there, savvy?" "Savvy." Jack answered, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. She was a stubborn lass, and he respected that. But refusing to drink rum, well that was a whole different story. Jack swaggered out onto the deck and breathed in the fresh air. "Th' sea is my home." He whispered, catching Rowena's eye. "I've noticed." She mumbled smugly, and headed off towards the steer. Jack followed her.
"She's lovely, the ship, I mean." "Rowena nodded, grasping the wheel. Jack grabbed hold of the riggings and swayed in his spot for a moment, before letting go and heading off in the other direction. "S'cuse me, love. Got to do somethin' 'bout this beard." Rowena stared after him. She recalled the legends of Jack Sparrow. He was said to be a charmer, the cream of the crop, but Rowena didn't see that in him. All she saw was a pirate. A lonely pirate with no home and no friends, except the ladies back in Tortuga, if you could call them friends.
She once had a friend, Scarlet, her name was. They used to run down the beach in Tortuga, playing games. Rowena would be the pirate, and Scarlet would be the damsel in distress. Rowena would save her, and then they would pretend to go on fearless adventures together from then on. These memories brought a small smile to Captain Rowena Maynard's face. But as she thought about it more, it wasn't the games that irked her, it was real life. She had become a pirate by trade, and Scarlet married, had children, and then discovered the rest of Tortuga. She left her husband to become a whore. That's when the childhood friends lost contact between one another.
Not a lovely history, Rowena reminded herself, but she chose to push this to the back of her mind. It was the past, after all, now what she needed to think about was her ship, her crew, and the welfare of them both. She adjusted her hat better on her head and took out her compass. It didn't point north. She didn't know why, but something about this compass haunted her. Like there was more to it than she knew about. Almost like a warning. But she was incomplete even still. She had to find out what that compass meant, if it meant anything at all.
A half an hour passed, and Jack came back up to where Rowena was standing. His beard was mostly off, save two short braids hanging down, held on by some short stubble around his chin. "Do I look better, love?" He asked, holding his arms out wide. "Much." She answered roughly. Now she could see his whole face. It was tanned and weather-beaten, same as before, but now it glowed. Just a bit, but enough to be noticeable. "Yes, love?" Jack looked at her. She snapped back into focus. "Yeh were starin' so hard I thought somethin' was wrong with yer eyes." Rowena blushed a deep shade of red. "Don't be embarrassed, love. I get tha' all the time." He touched her cheek. She breathed shakily. No man had ever done that to her before. No man ever looked at her that way before, probably because none of them knew she was a woman, but still . . .
"Stop blushin'. It's makin' me uncomfortable." He took his hand away and turned from her. What was she thinking? Jack Sparrow was known for his seductive display of emotion. He did this to all women, and that's why they were so drawn to him, because he made them believe that they were the only one he had eyes for. 'So that's his secret.' She thought to herself. Besides, pirates weren't supposed to fall in love. She sighed. "Somethin' wrong, love?" Jack turned at her sigh, a concerned look planted in his eyes. It looked so sincere. Rowena tried to snap herself out of it. "No, nothin'." She muttered, willing herself not to make eye contact with him again.
"We're headed into Tortuga!" Mearl cried from below deck. "Wonderful." Jack said, pulling his compass. Rowena did the same. "Ruddy Compass," They said at the same time, "Doesn't point North."