Capitan Jack Sparrow was disoriented. That didn't happen often, especially
when he had only had one glass of rum. He told himself that was the problem
as he ordered himself another pint. But he knew that wasn't it. It was the
girl. The girl with the piercing green eyes. Never in his life had he felt
as exposed as he did at that instant when she looked into his eyes.
However, the unknown was the unknown, and he did his best to push the girl
out of his mind.
Tiaret made her way slowly down the stairs to the main floor of the tavern, were she knew Sparrow was drinking, more than likely alone. She hoped. Keep her head down as to avoid eye contact, she pushed through the throbbing mass of people towards the more secluded corner where the person she was looking for sat, looking slightly uneasy. Even with an uneasy expression on his face, Tiaret could tell that Jack was a very handsome man, albeit rough around the edges. Leaning against a wooden support beam, she studied this man from head to toe. Eyeing the trinkets in his hair, she felt an immense wave of jealousy towards this man. She wondered where he had acquired such ornaments, what adventures he had been on to gain them. Sailing anywhere he wanted to be, while she was stuck on this rock with no place to go. Despite the jealousy, she felt a strange connection with this man, for he too had watched his ship being sailed away by a mutinous crew. Twice. Which, among many reasons, is why she was looking for him and him alone. Gathering up her courage, Tiaret swaggered confidently over to his table, straddling a spare chair and plopping herself down directly across from him, still not showing her eyes. Jack started; peering curiously at this ruffian that had decided his table was ideal.
"If you don't mind me asking, mate, who are ye and what do you want with me?" he asked, with his usual smirk.
"I ain't here to cause no trouble. You see, I need to talk to you. In private, if you don't mind." Tiaret said in a low voice, "I have a room upstairs. If you could spare some of yer time, I'd 'preciate it."
Jack was certain now that the person across from him was a woman, but he could barely see her face, and that made him cautious. "And what makes you think I'll hop off of my chair here, abandon my rum, and follow you up to your room, merry as you please for someone I don't know and who won't even show me their face? I didn't live this long by being stupid, luv."
Tiaret lifted up her head, looking Sparrow straight in the eye. "No, friend, I suppose you haven't," she said, her voice little above a whisper.
Jack's heart stopped. It was the girl. She was dressed differently, sure, but the eyes were unmistakable. He swallowed.
"Ciara, right? That's what two gents at the other table were callin' ye."
Tiaret rolled her eyes. "Yes, Ciara. That's what they call me. Now, if you don't mind?" she motioned upstairs.
He hesitated. This could be dangerous. She didn't look like the type of girl to mess around. Then again, she also didn't look like she would hesitate in killing you. But there was something about her.something that intrigued him. And in Jacks book, that was worth investigating.
"Well alright then lassie. Lead the way."
Tiaret made her way slowly down the stairs to the main floor of the tavern, were she knew Sparrow was drinking, more than likely alone. She hoped. Keep her head down as to avoid eye contact, she pushed through the throbbing mass of people towards the more secluded corner where the person she was looking for sat, looking slightly uneasy. Even with an uneasy expression on his face, Tiaret could tell that Jack was a very handsome man, albeit rough around the edges. Leaning against a wooden support beam, she studied this man from head to toe. Eyeing the trinkets in his hair, she felt an immense wave of jealousy towards this man. She wondered where he had acquired such ornaments, what adventures he had been on to gain them. Sailing anywhere he wanted to be, while she was stuck on this rock with no place to go. Despite the jealousy, she felt a strange connection with this man, for he too had watched his ship being sailed away by a mutinous crew. Twice. Which, among many reasons, is why she was looking for him and him alone. Gathering up her courage, Tiaret swaggered confidently over to his table, straddling a spare chair and plopping herself down directly across from him, still not showing her eyes. Jack started; peering curiously at this ruffian that had decided his table was ideal.
"If you don't mind me asking, mate, who are ye and what do you want with me?" he asked, with his usual smirk.
"I ain't here to cause no trouble. You see, I need to talk to you. In private, if you don't mind." Tiaret said in a low voice, "I have a room upstairs. If you could spare some of yer time, I'd 'preciate it."
Jack was certain now that the person across from him was a woman, but he could barely see her face, and that made him cautious. "And what makes you think I'll hop off of my chair here, abandon my rum, and follow you up to your room, merry as you please for someone I don't know and who won't even show me their face? I didn't live this long by being stupid, luv."
Tiaret lifted up her head, looking Sparrow straight in the eye. "No, friend, I suppose you haven't," she said, her voice little above a whisper.
Jack's heart stopped. It was the girl. She was dressed differently, sure, but the eyes were unmistakable. He swallowed.
"Ciara, right? That's what two gents at the other table were callin' ye."
Tiaret rolled her eyes. "Yes, Ciara. That's what they call me. Now, if you don't mind?" she motioned upstairs.
He hesitated. This could be dangerous. She didn't look like the type of girl to mess around. Then again, she also didn't look like she would hesitate in killing you. But there was something about her.something that intrigued him. And in Jacks book, that was worth investigating.
"Well alright then lassie. Lead the way."