Chapter four-Some Sort of Madman
After the ship had set for sail, all Jack could think of was that pirate woman, Lindsey. She was so mysterious and so anti-conformity that Jack found her way to be amazingly wonderful. Ugh, but it was damn near impossible. Jack had the whole voyage to think of, staying alive to think of, for God's sake. Not women.
Jack put Anna Maria, the tough black woman now traveling on his crew her fifth time, in charge of managing the steer. "Here" he spoke, staggering toward his cabin. Well, you know his walk, anyway.
He laid himself on the bed and ran his hands through his hair. What's bloody wrong with meself? he thought. He was bloody crazy, that's what he was! He had to be some sort of madman, actually thinking about a women with more intentions with one great night. He wanted two—or three or four—no, he wanted a lifetime with this one. He could feel it in his bones. It was frightening, really, his feelings so strong so quickly—the only time he had ever felt this was with …her. With Catherine.
Jack bowed his head sadly. He really had loved Catherine, more than even he knew at the time. She was to have his child if bloody Barbossa hadn't killed her. And it was how he killed her that brought terrible thoughts to the mind. Pure evil. He knew he always came out as a rather happy-go-lucky, humorous kind of guy—and he was, for the most of it—but inside he had memories tearing him apart, beating him to pieces.
He placed his head onto his hands, still running through his thoughts….—no. Forget it. The past was useless. What was important is now.
Jack was beginning to muster strength and positive energy to enable him to return to steering the wheel. "Nananana, drink up me hearties, yo ho," he sang. "A Pirates Life for Me" was by far his favorite song; he just couldn't comprehend what the hell was wrong with his crew in their troubles to learning it. "…We extort and pilfer, we filch and sack, drink up me hearties yo ho, maraud and embezzle and even highjack, drink up me hearties, yo ho. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirates life for me…" he continued, spirits lifting an a sprite of merriness returning to him.
Soon enough, Anna Maria came marching toward Jack yelling, "Jack! I see Tortuga. Aye, we've almost reached yet avast."
"Aye," Jack nodded, turning the wheel a bit less and commanding the crew to prepare the anchoring process. "Bring 'er in, mates! Time t'ave us some bloody fun."
The Pearl sailed smoothly and beautifully into the Tortuga docks. Nosy people as they were, the town residents began swarming around the ship to see the commotion.
"Ne'er mind us, mates," Gibbs stepped in. "It's just us fer a li'l partyin'!" Gibbs continued tying the ship to the docks while simultaneously shooing other villagers going for a look-see. After all, peepers were "bad luck," you see. Of course, they all knew Mr. Gibbs very well, but few had met Jack within the millions that had heard the stories. The remainder of the women he had not yet shagged flocked toward Jack, so of course, being the gentleman that he was, after all, he was implied to buy them all drinks. Before he could lead the whole crew of women toward the bar, he turned toward Lindsey in an advance to invite her to a drink. Unfortunately, before he took steps toward the beautiful girl, Will trotted in front, as a block.
"I can't get these women off me, Jack! I keep tellin' 'em I'm wed but tha' don't keep 'em from heckling me, mate!" Will complained loudly, begging for help.
"I'd help ya, lad, but unfortunately I can't get me first mate off me in my moment of—," Jack noticed a look of confusion on Will's still-young face, turning to keep an eye on Lindsey. She was gone. "There, lad, ya made me miss me girl!" he sighed. "Ey, nevermind. Here's a hint: get them totally buzzered and they'll leave ya alo—" before Jack could finish, now Will was gone, stolen away by the crowd of near rampaging women. Suddenly, Jack also felt a lightness in his feet—he was being swooped down on and carried away by the same crowd.
BURRRRRRRRRRP. Jack let out a massive burp in appreciation; after all, it was the custom. He guzzled down his prized rum and continued chatting with the woman next to him, a rather dimwitted blonde woman who couldn't keep her eyes off Jack that went by the name of Martha. She was alright, Jack though, well, looks wise she was more than alright, but she was immensely…boring. All she chose to speak of was her and her friend's plans for the week and her dreams of marriage. All the women spoke of marriage nonstop, at least, the dull ones did, much to Jack's dislike. Oh yes, sure he could get her shagged by the end of the night—and mind you, he probably would—but she wasn't interesting. Not like Lindsey was, or Catherine had been. Jack imagined all through sex she'd still be talking about that dreaded marriage, anyway.
But nevermind that. Dull as she was, Jack pretended to listen. Maybe he could make Lindsey jealous. Well, it was a thought, anyway…
"Oh, love, and this one time, me friend Anne, the poor girl she was, ran off with this rich man she believed loved her! But all he wanted was an, erm, well, a good time, if you know what I mean, dear," (Jack coughed in between her speaking, as he couldn't remember if there had ever been someone to call him a dear) "and she even expected to get MARRIED!" Martha continued, as if speaking of the most exciting subject, MARRIAGE, of all things! Christ, and it was the most boring subject to Jack. "Oh, and once…" the parrot of a woman never shut up. Oh well. He was almost drunk, anyway.
"How's it takin' you, Jack?" Will interrupted, luckily, stooping over the bar to as for another drink.
Jack groaned, excusing himself from Martha and taking Will off toward the side. "Bloody 'ell, she's the most boring lass! Shiver me timbers, mate!" Jack put on a fake, high voice in imitation, "Oh, deah, me and my galfriends made buttah today and talked about MARRIAGE, love! And I want to get married, oh bloody marriage, oh and marriage this—it's infernally annoying!" Jack sighed in boredom.
Will laughed, "Well, that's what you get for going for the ones with knockers but without brains. Well, Jack, now who's the one who needs to get himself a girl?" he teased.
"I've got me a girl, mate," Jack answered, giving a mischievous smile and motioning his head to point toward Lindsey's direction.
At first Will did not seem to understand the hint, but realized soon enough of who Jack was speaking. "Her? You're into Black Shot Lindsey?"
"Black Shot, that what they callin' 'er? How d'you know?" Jack asked curiously.
"I've heard the stories. She's broken a thousand hearts, that one has. And they call her Black Shot because she's sneaky and then she shoots ya from the black shadows," Will told him. "Oh no, Jack, that's not the one you want to go with! She gets along better with men that don't fall in love with her! And the other women don't ever look at her, she's a disgrace to them, they fear her—!"
"That's the one!" Jack interrupted.
Will sighed, "That's you, mate. Always going after the bloody impossible."
All Jack did was laugh.
Unfortunately, soon after that conversation with Will, Jack was most unlucky to discover that Martha's marriage buddy, Anne, had went and told her everything. So he attained, yet another, slap.
And worst of all, he ran out of rum and out of shillings for the time!
Poor old Jack. No women, no money, and no rum.