Chapter Two
The Strumpets
They had moored in Tortuga. The crew was probably hanging out somewhere, Jack guessed. At this moment, he didn't really care.
He was lying in the arms of some lovely strumpet with black hair, and in his right hand he held a bottle of rum. Life was beautiful indeed.
'You told me your name was Jack.'
Jack looked up at the strumpet. Her name was Ebony.
'Captain Jack, if ye please, luv.'
'Captain Jack.?'
'What do ye mean?'
'What's your surname? You're not Jack Sparrow, are you?'
He shook his head, thinking of a lie.
''Course not. There are lots of Captain Jacks in the world. Why would me surname be Sparrow?'
'Then tell me your surname.'
Jack swallowed. He didn't have a good reputation among the strumpets of Tortuga - which is why he had removed his kohl and the red scarf around his head. He had also tied up all his hair in a ponytail, just to be sure.
He didn't want to be recognised and slapped in the face by some strumpets this time.
Apparantly this little lass didn't know him by sight too well. But he guessed her friends had warned her for Captain Jack Sparrow.
He smirked up at her.
'I dunno yer surname, why would I tell ye mine?'
'Cos every Captain has his pride and wants to be properly named. Surname inclusive.'
Damn, this lass was smart. Jack suddenly leapt to his feet and began to dress.
'What's wrong?'
'Sorry luv, I got an appointment. Almost forgot it.'
'Why won't you just tell me your surname?'
He didn't answer, but went on dressing himself at top speed.
When he stood by the door, he smiled at her.
'Me name's Captain Jack Sparrow, luv. Beg pardon fer the lie. Pirate, eh?'
He ran away quickly, followed by her catcalls and shrieks.
'JACK SPARROW? YOU INSUFFERABLE, FILTHY BASTARD!'
Alas, the streets of Tortuga seemed to be full of strumpets suddenly. Apparently they had heard what Ebony was shouting, and they began to follow him.
Jack ran as hard as he could. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone?!
Something hard suddenly connected with his back, and he looked around.
*WOOSH*
He ducked away quickly, just in time, and saw a stone flying over him.
'HEY,' Jack shouted ,WHAT'S THIS, SOME BLOODY WITCH HUNT?! IF YE DON'T LIKE ME- ' But his words were cut off by another stone hitting him in the leg quite hard.
He finally arrived the Pearl, and climbed up, hearing some stones hitting the Pearl. When he was at the deck, he fell down, and hid behind some barrels of food.
'What on bloody earth's goin' on here?'
Gibbs and Anamaria came up the deck with inquisitive looks on their faces. When they saw Jack, they frowned at him.
'Jack, what have ye been up to this time?'
'Nothin'.I.just.tol'.some.strumpet.me.name.and.now.I.got.an.army.of. strumpets.followin'.me.' he breathed.
Gibbs looked confused; Anamaria shook her head disapproving.
'HEY, YE!'
The strumpets stopped throwing stones at the Pearl and looked up to Anamaria.
'I KNOW JACK'S A SODDIN' BASTARD, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YE CAN ALL JUST THROW STONES AT THIS BOAT!'
'THEN,' somebody shrieked, Jack recognised Scarlett's voice,'MAKE SURE THAT BLOODY COWARD COMES DOWN HERE SO HE CAN GET WHAT HE DESERVES!'
Anamaria thought about this for a moment.
'Anamaria, please!' Jack pleaded quietly.
'Don't! If ye don't I be never rude to ye again! And ye can have more rum if ye like!'
Anamaria smirked at him, and Jack swore he could see devil's horns growing out of her head. 'On yer knees.'
Jack blinked.
'I - what?'
'HEY, YE! YE CAN HAVE -' Anamaria started calling.
'Alright, fine!' Jack grumbled.
Gritting his teeth, he fell at Anamaria's feet.
'Dear Anamaria, would ye please make sure those.ladies.go away without me?'
Anamaria thought again.
'Only if ye don't drink rum 'till we be in Port Royale.'
Jack's eyes became the size of teatrays.
'Yer bloody kiddin'.'
Anamaria shook her head, and was about to call to the strumpets, when Jack answered.
'ALRIGHT.'
Anamaria smirked satisfied.
'OKAY, LADIES, THE SHOW IS OVER. JACK STAYS HERE UNLESS YER PLANNIN' TO COME AND CLAIM HIM.'
She grabbed her sword and waved with it dangerously. After a few moments, Jack heard dresses rushing and heels clicking.
'Are they gone?' he asked with a small voice.
Anamaria nodded, and then began to laugh.
They had moored in Tortuga. The crew was probably hanging out somewhere, Jack guessed. At this moment, he didn't really care.
He was lying in the arms of some lovely strumpet with black hair, and in his right hand he held a bottle of rum. Life was beautiful indeed.
'You told me your name was Jack.'
Jack looked up at the strumpet. Her name was Ebony.
'Captain Jack, if ye please, luv.'
'Captain Jack.?'
'What do ye mean?'
'What's your surname? You're not Jack Sparrow, are you?'
He shook his head, thinking of a lie.
''Course not. There are lots of Captain Jacks in the world. Why would me surname be Sparrow?'
'Then tell me your surname.'
Jack swallowed. He didn't have a good reputation among the strumpets of Tortuga - which is why he had removed his kohl and the red scarf around his head. He had also tied up all his hair in a ponytail, just to be sure.
He didn't want to be recognised and slapped in the face by some strumpets this time.
Apparantly this little lass didn't know him by sight too well. But he guessed her friends had warned her for Captain Jack Sparrow.
He smirked up at her.
'I dunno yer surname, why would I tell ye mine?'
'Cos every Captain has his pride and wants to be properly named. Surname inclusive.'
Damn, this lass was smart. Jack suddenly leapt to his feet and began to dress.
'What's wrong?'
'Sorry luv, I got an appointment. Almost forgot it.'
'Why won't you just tell me your surname?'
He didn't answer, but went on dressing himself at top speed.
When he stood by the door, he smiled at her.
'Me name's Captain Jack Sparrow, luv. Beg pardon fer the lie. Pirate, eh?'
He ran away quickly, followed by her catcalls and shrieks.
'JACK SPARROW? YOU INSUFFERABLE, FILTHY BASTARD!'
Alas, the streets of Tortuga seemed to be full of strumpets suddenly. Apparently they had heard what Ebony was shouting, and they began to follow him.
Jack ran as hard as he could. Why wouldn't they just leave him alone?!
Something hard suddenly connected with his back, and he looked around.
*WOOSH*
He ducked away quickly, just in time, and saw a stone flying over him.
'HEY,' Jack shouted ,WHAT'S THIS, SOME BLOODY WITCH HUNT?! IF YE DON'T LIKE ME- ' But his words were cut off by another stone hitting him in the leg quite hard.
He finally arrived the Pearl, and climbed up, hearing some stones hitting the Pearl. When he was at the deck, he fell down, and hid behind some barrels of food.
'What on bloody earth's goin' on here?'
Gibbs and Anamaria came up the deck with inquisitive looks on their faces. When they saw Jack, they frowned at him.
'Jack, what have ye been up to this time?'
'Nothin'.I.just.tol'.some.strumpet.me.name.and.now.I.got.an.army.of. strumpets.followin'.me.' he breathed.
Gibbs looked confused; Anamaria shook her head disapproving.
'HEY, YE!'
The strumpets stopped throwing stones at the Pearl and looked up to Anamaria.
'I KNOW JACK'S A SODDIN' BASTARD, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YE CAN ALL JUST THROW STONES AT THIS BOAT!'
'THEN,' somebody shrieked, Jack recognised Scarlett's voice,'MAKE SURE THAT BLOODY COWARD COMES DOWN HERE SO HE CAN GET WHAT HE DESERVES!'
Anamaria thought about this for a moment.
'Anamaria, please!' Jack pleaded quietly.
'Don't! If ye don't I be never rude to ye again! And ye can have more rum if ye like!'
Anamaria smirked at him, and Jack swore he could see devil's horns growing out of her head. 'On yer knees.'
Jack blinked.
'I - what?'
'HEY, YE! YE CAN HAVE -' Anamaria started calling.
'Alright, fine!' Jack grumbled.
Gritting his teeth, he fell at Anamaria's feet.
'Dear Anamaria, would ye please make sure those.ladies.go away without me?'
Anamaria thought again.
'Only if ye don't drink rum 'till we be in Port Royale.'
Jack's eyes became the size of teatrays.
'Yer bloody kiddin'.'
Anamaria shook her head, and was about to call to the strumpets, when Jack answered.
'ALRIGHT.'
Anamaria smirked satisfied.
'OKAY, LADIES, THE SHOW IS OVER. JACK STAYS HERE UNLESS YER PLANNIN' TO COME AND CLAIM HIM.'
She grabbed her sword and waved with it dangerously. After a few moments, Jack heard dresses rushing and heels clicking.
'Are they gone?' he asked with a small voice.
Anamaria nodded, and then began to laugh.