Jack's Story (May have taken a tiny bit of inspiration from the movie Don
Juan! Johnny Depp is god.) Please Read and Review and I will send part of
Jack Sparrow's hat when I "commandeer" it off Disney. Muahahaha.
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Jackson sat by the fire, watching the girl feeding her father soup. His eyes noted everything, from the sway of her hips to the pull of her shirt around her breasts. Never before had he seen such a woman. There was only one woman who had ever really mattered in Jackson's life, and he'd left her miles behind.
"So, Jackson," The woman started, breaking his reverie. "What did you do that got you kicked out of your home?" Her skin was flushed from the heat of the room, her hair clinging slightly to the back of her neck. She settled herself in the seat opposite him, the fire playing shadows across her face.
Then he opened his mouth, and found the words spilling out of him.
"I stole the virtue of a rich British woman.." At that, Jackson managed to look sheepish. It was fitting to think, Ana-Marie thought later, that all of the turning point's in Jack's life were, in one way or another, based on the virtue of a woman.
"My mother, god save her soul, was the poor daughter of a fisherman, and married at sixteen to another fisherman, twice her age. By twenty, she had born two children, both who died of before their second birthday. Alonzo, her husband, loved her neither the less, and it was thought that they would survive the harsh lot that fate had dealt them."
"Unfortunately for them, Sir Daniel de Palfrey, a British noble, became the governor of my town, Port Calum. More unfortunately for them, Sir Daniel became obsessed with my mother. It is said that they met on the grassy hills of the beaches, as she waved off Alonzo's boat. Sir Daniel took one look at the beautiful little Mexican woman, and swore she would be his."
"It mattered little that she was married, or that he did not hold her heart. Few things moved my mother; she was better suited for a convent then the marriage bed. He pursued her, and finally she relented, and Sir Daniel, who was only twenty six, took her outside her husbands home, with the rolling waves as witness. Thus, my mother conceived me."
"After that, Alonzo was murdered, his home burnt to the ground, and his ship sunk. My mother was taken to Sir Daniel's house, and they were married while I grew in her stomach."
"My mother's family wept the day of her marriage to the white devil, but wept even more the day of the discovery a year later that Sir Daniel was already married, making my mother's marriage a farce. And so my sweet mother, cherished wife of Alonzo and unconsenting adulterous, became a whore in the eyes of my people."
"Sir Daniel's wife was a proud blonde woman named Nadia, with a two year old daughter from a previous marriage. Sir Daniel and his wife had been married back in England, where she had stayed with her daughter while her father died. Then she had followed her husband out to their new life as plantation owners."
"The affair, as it was called, with my mother ended there. She was sent to a convent, her name blackened and her life ended there.
"I, on the other hand, was brought up as a servant in the house of my father."
"It was there, as I grew up, where I learnt to fight and also to steal. Nadia bore her second child, a son who they called Tom, ten months after her arrival and my mother banishment. At that time, I was only an infant, raised by the housekeeper and butler. As I grew, it was generally accepted that I was the son of the housekeeper. Sir Daniel felt guilty enough to raise me in his household, giving me lessons with his true son, teaching us the blade together."
"My job, as I grew older, was to serve Nadia's other child, Julia. She was. she was the most sweet child in the world. She was her mother's joy, and her stepfather's pride. A tiny little blonde child she was, her eyes the sparkling blue of the summer sea."
"She was sent away when I was twelve, when I could best Tom in a sword fight. She was fourteen, and it was worried that she was too prone to danger, now that she was becoming a woman. It was true enough. Julia snuck out of the villa, to find her secret places or to join Tom and I on our own childish quests. As she grew, she drew the eyes of the men of the village, and so she was sent away."
"For three years, she went to a British finishing school. During her absence, the great Sir Daniel was made governor. As I grew into my manhood, it became hard for Lady Nadia to ignore the similarities between my features and Sir Daniel's. She took a lover, and Tom blamed me for this. Thus, I found no friendship nor support from him."
"When Julia returned, she was the height of British beauty and manners. Her hair was fine and blonde, unlike any of the girls in our town, (who I had already begun experimenting with). But none of them compared to my Julia."
"Perhaps unwisely, Sir Daniel decided it would be good to have Julia further my education so that I could make a life for myself in the British business."
"I spent my nights dreaming about her, and my days watching her. She flirted with me in return, driving me wild with hands and her honeyed words. In the end, she kissed me. We were sitting in the pergola. I was reciting poetry to her. At the end when I got it right, I asked for a reward. She asked me what reward could she give me. And I told her truthfully, a kiss. Her kiss, which I had been dreaming about all summer long, tasted of honey and sweetness."
"From there, our affair escalated. She was, and had always been, a rebellious girl. She hated her brother Tom, and used me to bait him. In many ways, I was simply the means for her to flout her father and mother. She toyed with me and used me, like all woman do."
"She took me down to the river, were the reeds bent beneath the foot and where white and purple flowers grew. There, she undressed before me.
"I was just fifteen."
"After that, she undressed before me every night for three weeks, until Sir Daniel and Nadia caught us, me wearing nothing but a shirt and socks. Julia, to her credit, did not bat an eyelid. She kissed me, and said 'you'd better run,' while my father called the guards. My last words to Julia were 'They're going to kill me.'"
"And that's the last I saw of Julia. I leapt of the second storey balcony, and found my way down to the wharf. There, I found my dear old father hadn't forsaken his bastard son after all, and had secretly arranged for me to take passage on a merchant ship sailing to China, where I was to make my fortune."
"However, the ship was attacked and sunk by pirates. Me, and the entire crew, were taken to India and sold into slavery (There, they pay a high price to see a rich white boy reduced to a slave.) I was bought the third wife of a rich Indian man. The Jararaca, as the India man was called, had seven wives, all beneath the age of twenty-five, all bored by the life the Jararaca offered. I was dressed as a woman; to hide me from the Jararaca. And thus I became the lover and servant of the seven wives."
"This did not work out exactly as planned. Unfortunately, the Jararaca like his wives had a wondering eye, and because I was dressed as a woman, proceeded to court me. Thus, it was decided it would be best for all if I was freed, and set loose in India. I spent the next eight menthes establishing myself as a thieves lord, and playing dice with pirates in the brothels and bars of India."
"Still only sixteen, I was as yet innocent to the complexities of the world. I was, unfortunately, also unaware of the potency of alcohol. I believe my enemies got me drunk, knocked me out, and stuffed me in a wine barrel on a merchant ship to England in hope that I would be murdered on the high seas."
"I came too inside the barrel, and was on the verge of revealing myself to the crew, when the merchant ship was attacked and robbed by this dear ship we are on now. I was rolled, inside a wine barrel, across to the Portella."
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Jackson sat by the fire, watching the girl feeding her father soup. His eyes noted everything, from the sway of her hips to the pull of her shirt around her breasts. Never before had he seen such a woman. There was only one woman who had ever really mattered in Jackson's life, and he'd left her miles behind.
"So, Jackson," The woman started, breaking his reverie. "What did you do that got you kicked out of your home?" Her skin was flushed from the heat of the room, her hair clinging slightly to the back of her neck. She settled herself in the seat opposite him, the fire playing shadows across her face.
Then he opened his mouth, and found the words spilling out of him.
"I stole the virtue of a rich British woman.." At that, Jackson managed to look sheepish. It was fitting to think, Ana-Marie thought later, that all of the turning point's in Jack's life were, in one way or another, based on the virtue of a woman.
"My mother, god save her soul, was the poor daughter of a fisherman, and married at sixteen to another fisherman, twice her age. By twenty, she had born two children, both who died of before their second birthday. Alonzo, her husband, loved her neither the less, and it was thought that they would survive the harsh lot that fate had dealt them."
"Unfortunately for them, Sir Daniel de Palfrey, a British noble, became the governor of my town, Port Calum. More unfortunately for them, Sir Daniel became obsessed with my mother. It is said that they met on the grassy hills of the beaches, as she waved off Alonzo's boat. Sir Daniel took one look at the beautiful little Mexican woman, and swore she would be his."
"It mattered little that she was married, or that he did not hold her heart. Few things moved my mother; she was better suited for a convent then the marriage bed. He pursued her, and finally she relented, and Sir Daniel, who was only twenty six, took her outside her husbands home, with the rolling waves as witness. Thus, my mother conceived me."
"After that, Alonzo was murdered, his home burnt to the ground, and his ship sunk. My mother was taken to Sir Daniel's house, and they were married while I grew in her stomach."
"My mother's family wept the day of her marriage to the white devil, but wept even more the day of the discovery a year later that Sir Daniel was already married, making my mother's marriage a farce. And so my sweet mother, cherished wife of Alonzo and unconsenting adulterous, became a whore in the eyes of my people."
"Sir Daniel's wife was a proud blonde woman named Nadia, with a two year old daughter from a previous marriage. Sir Daniel and his wife had been married back in England, where she had stayed with her daughter while her father died. Then she had followed her husband out to their new life as plantation owners."
"The affair, as it was called, with my mother ended there. She was sent to a convent, her name blackened and her life ended there.
"I, on the other hand, was brought up as a servant in the house of my father."
"It was there, as I grew up, where I learnt to fight and also to steal. Nadia bore her second child, a son who they called Tom, ten months after her arrival and my mother banishment. At that time, I was only an infant, raised by the housekeeper and butler. As I grew, it was generally accepted that I was the son of the housekeeper. Sir Daniel felt guilty enough to raise me in his household, giving me lessons with his true son, teaching us the blade together."
"My job, as I grew older, was to serve Nadia's other child, Julia. She was. she was the most sweet child in the world. She was her mother's joy, and her stepfather's pride. A tiny little blonde child she was, her eyes the sparkling blue of the summer sea."
"She was sent away when I was twelve, when I could best Tom in a sword fight. She was fourteen, and it was worried that she was too prone to danger, now that she was becoming a woman. It was true enough. Julia snuck out of the villa, to find her secret places or to join Tom and I on our own childish quests. As she grew, she drew the eyes of the men of the village, and so she was sent away."
"For three years, she went to a British finishing school. During her absence, the great Sir Daniel was made governor. As I grew into my manhood, it became hard for Lady Nadia to ignore the similarities between my features and Sir Daniel's. She took a lover, and Tom blamed me for this. Thus, I found no friendship nor support from him."
"When Julia returned, she was the height of British beauty and manners. Her hair was fine and blonde, unlike any of the girls in our town, (who I had already begun experimenting with). But none of them compared to my Julia."
"Perhaps unwisely, Sir Daniel decided it would be good to have Julia further my education so that I could make a life for myself in the British business."
"I spent my nights dreaming about her, and my days watching her. She flirted with me in return, driving me wild with hands and her honeyed words. In the end, she kissed me. We were sitting in the pergola. I was reciting poetry to her. At the end when I got it right, I asked for a reward. She asked me what reward could she give me. And I told her truthfully, a kiss. Her kiss, which I had been dreaming about all summer long, tasted of honey and sweetness."
"From there, our affair escalated. She was, and had always been, a rebellious girl. She hated her brother Tom, and used me to bait him. In many ways, I was simply the means for her to flout her father and mother. She toyed with me and used me, like all woman do."
"She took me down to the river, were the reeds bent beneath the foot and where white and purple flowers grew. There, she undressed before me.
"I was just fifteen."
"After that, she undressed before me every night for three weeks, until Sir Daniel and Nadia caught us, me wearing nothing but a shirt and socks. Julia, to her credit, did not bat an eyelid. She kissed me, and said 'you'd better run,' while my father called the guards. My last words to Julia were 'They're going to kill me.'"
"And that's the last I saw of Julia. I leapt of the second storey balcony, and found my way down to the wharf. There, I found my dear old father hadn't forsaken his bastard son after all, and had secretly arranged for me to take passage on a merchant ship sailing to China, where I was to make my fortune."
"However, the ship was attacked and sunk by pirates. Me, and the entire crew, were taken to India and sold into slavery (There, they pay a high price to see a rich white boy reduced to a slave.) I was bought the third wife of a rich Indian man. The Jararaca, as the India man was called, had seven wives, all beneath the age of twenty-five, all bored by the life the Jararaca offered. I was dressed as a woman; to hide me from the Jararaca. And thus I became the lover and servant of the seven wives."
"This did not work out exactly as planned. Unfortunately, the Jararaca like his wives had a wondering eye, and because I was dressed as a woman, proceeded to court me. Thus, it was decided it would be best for all if I was freed, and set loose in India. I spent the next eight menthes establishing myself as a thieves lord, and playing dice with pirates in the brothels and bars of India."
"Still only sixteen, I was as yet innocent to the complexities of the world. I was, unfortunately, also unaware of the potency of alcohol. I believe my enemies got me drunk, knocked me out, and stuffed me in a wine barrel on a merchant ship to England in hope that I would be murdered on the high seas."
"I came too inside the barrel, and was on the verge of revealing myself to the crew, when the merchant ship was attacked and robbed by this dear ship we are on now. I was rolled, inside a wine barrel, across to the Portella."
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