Whoops, I forgot a disclaimer hmmm
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Jack Sparrow is god, but yes, I do understand he
is imprisoned and bound in to slavery by Disney, and can never ever be
mine.. Unless.hmmm..
* * * * * * * * * * * Three round later, both Turner and Sparrow were starting to get a little groggy. Barl pulled out what looked like some kind of powder, and Sparrow blinked eerily at him as he sniffed it. Whatever it was, Barl didn't offer it around.
"Sparrow, what ever your tale was it must have been pretty interesting to get lil Ana-Marie to keep you on board," Turner said. Barl nodded in a groggy unison. "Lil Ana-Marie. She was like a daughter to all of us on the Portella. Gull, good man, would've been proud of her."
"It's not the way I'd want my daughter to turn out though," Barl said slowly, his eyes gazing at some distant spot on the wall. "She'd never get a chance at another life,"
"He's right. I don't want my son raised that way. See, I got a wife and son home in Britain. Left em to travel the seas." Turner said quietly. "Call of the sea was too strong for me to stay home. But it's a harsh life, whether you're a merchant or naval officer or pirate. Leave's ya lonely, the high seas does. My boy, he'd be about seven now, big strapping boy. Great thing about kids, love ya unconditionally, they have to at that age. Don't know what lies his mum feeds him about me, classy bird that one. Hope he never grows up." Turner said clinking his mug with Sparrow. ]
"Ah, there she is!" Barl said suddenly. He nodded to a skinny dark haired girl by the door. "Carlotta. Best woman in Tortugua,"
"And you'd know mate." Turner laughed.
"Why if it isn't Barl! Haven't seen you in years?" The girl cried. Barl grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her onto his lap.
"Carlotta, I think you've met Turner. And this is Sparrow. He's new." Carlotta nodded at Turner knowingly, and then extended a too thin hand to Sparrow. He shook it, and she laughed as he smiled cheekily at her.
"Why Barl, what that's ship of your's doing, taking babes on board? What is he, he's not even full grown!"
"I think he's mighty fine," One of her girls replied. She had chiselled yet widish face that was offset by her huge brown eyes and a sculpted mouth. Her hair was a rich black, making her skin look all the whiter. A pretty blonde in serpant green with tightly pulled back blonde hair laughed at this comment, their arms hooked together.
"Boys, that's Christine, and the laughing imbecile next to her is my sister Paulette." Carlotta introduced, her arm snaking around Barl's neck.
"What are you ladies still doing free? I thought I'd have to wait till tomorrow night to get any time with you, my pretty." Barl said. Carlotta pretended to be offended.
"Barl, when I heard you was in town, I dropped everything to come write over here!" The girl in green laughed again, while Christine shrugged.
"Ah, well, the ports filled with sailors and soldiers, but not a one has a heavy coin purse on him."
"Well, that rings more truthful," Turner said warmly. "Now, let me pull you ladies up some chairs." Barl leant and whispered something in Carlotta's ear. She'd eyed Sparrow up appreciatively. Carlotta then in turn, whispered something in Christine's ear, while Paulette sulked.
Sparrow found Christine's arm draped across his shoulder.
"Now, honey, I hear it's your first time in Tortugua," Sparrow nodded, a grin forming on his lips.
"Ah, I think I've been a bit slow." He muttered. Christine raised an eyebrow. "I've just understood why people have been saying that to me all night." Christine laughed, and Sparrow thought of Ana-Marie's smile as they'd left the ship. She'd known this was going to happen.
He placed his hands on Christine's hips, pulling her casually but firmly into his lap. The world around him seemed to have been enveloped in a dark rich haze of rum and smoke. The sensations of his fingers felt delayed and yet electric.
Turner laughed, again, dismissing the Paulette girl with an eye. She hung around anyway, huffily watching Christine attentions to Sparrow, and Carlotta's preening.
Carlotta said something about Sparrow that he missed, and he smiled slowly. Turner thumped him on the back.
"Ah, we'll make a pirate out of you yet boy." Sparrow felt, rather then heard, Christine laugh. She turned her head, looked down into his face.
"Oh, Carlotta, this one's charming." She purred, and Sparrow kissed her.
Somehow, they left the pub, Turner having obligingly slipped Christine some coin with a wink. Barl and Carlotta left with them; Barl tucking the scrawny brunette one arm.
The journey was a bit of a blur, though Sparrow would have likely hit that pavement if Christine hadn't been holding him up. She laughed constantly, her arm looped around his waist. She was a few inches shorter then him, so her lips brushed his cheek when she talked.
Somehow, Sparrow found himself in bed, and his hands reached out instinctively for the woman in the room. She dropped her cream and pale yellow coloured dress to the floor, her silky black hair curling at the ends. Reverently, he ran one finger down the inky blue veins like he had wanted to do earlier. He kissed her under the silvery moonlight, which filtered in through the slated blinds on the windows.
She laughed, slipping under the sheets next to him, and Sparrow marvelled at the difference between the women he bedded. Callous Julia, the well- oiled and giggly wives he'd made love to in India, and his beautiful dark Ana-Marie.
None had been so incandescently pale.
Jack grinned.
* * * * * Ana-Marie sat on the deck of the Portella beneath the blooming stars, a think red blanket wrapped around her. She saw the surging crowds of the city behind her, and turned her back on it. The lull of the waves calmed her, and the beautiful horizon kept her company.
* * * * * * * * * * * Three round later, both Turner and Sparrow were starting to get a little groggy. Barl pulled out what looked like some kind of powder, and Sparrow blinked eerily at him as he sniffed it. Whatever it was, Barl didn't offer it around.
"Sparrow, what ever your tale was it must have been pretty interesting to get lil Ana-Marie to keep you on board," Turner said. Barl nodded in a groggy unison. "Lil Ana-Marie. She was like a daughter to all of us on the Portella. Gull, good man, would've been proud of her."
"It's not the way I'd want my daughter to turn out though," Barl said slowly, his eyes gazing at some distant spot on the wall. "She'd never get a chance at another life,"
"He's right. I don't want my son raised that way. See, I got a wife and son home in Britain. Left em to travel the seas." Turner said quietly. "Call of the sea was too strong for me to stay home. But it's a harsh life, whether you're a merchant or naval officer or pirate. Leave's ya lonely, the high seas does. My boy, he'd be about seven now, big strapping boy. Great thing about kids, love ya unconditionally, they have to at that age. Don't know what lies his mum feeds him about me, classy bird that one. Hope he never grows up." Turner said clinking his mug with Sparrow. ]
"Ah, there she is!" Barl said suddenly. He nodded to a skinny dark haired girl by the door. "Carlotta. Best woman in Tortugua,"
"And you'd know mate." Turner laughed.
"Why if it isn't Barl! Haven't seen you in years?" The girl cried. Barl grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her onto his lap.
"Carlotta, I think you've met Turner. And this is Sparrow. He's new." Carlotta nodded at Turner knowingly, and then extended a too thin hand to Sparrow. He shook it, and she laughed as he smiled cheekily at her.
"Why Barl, what that's ship of your's doing, taking babes on board? What is he, he's not even full grown!"
"I think he's mighty fine," One of her girls replied. She had chiselled yet widish face that was offset by her huge brown eyes and a sculpted mouth. Her hair was a rich black, making her skin look all the whiter. A pretty blonde in serpant green with tightly pulled back blonde hair laughed at this comment, their arms hooked together.
"Boys, that's Christine, and the laughing imbecile next to her is my sister Paulette." Carlotta introduced, her arm snaking around Barl's neck.
"What are you ladies still doing free? I thought I'd have to wait till tomorrow night to get any time with you, my pretty." Barl said. Carlotta pretended to be offended.
"Barl, when I heard you was in town, I dropped everything to come write over here!" The girl in green laughed again, while Christine shrugged.
"Ah, well, the ports filled with sailors and soldiers, but not a one has a heavy coin purse on him."
"Well, that rings more truthful," Turner said warmly. "Now, let me pull you ladies up some chairs." Barl leant and whispered something in Carlotta's ear. She'd eyed Sparrow up appreciatively. Carlotta then in turn, whispered something in Christine's ear, while Paulette sulked.
Sparrow found Christine's arm draped across his shoulder.
"Now, honey, I hear it's your first time in Tortugua," Sparrow nodded, a grin forming on his lips.
"Ah, I think I've been a bit slow." He muttered. Christine raised an eyebrow. "I've just understood why people have been saying that to me all night." Christine laughed, and Sparrow thought of Ana-Marie's smile as they'd left the ship. She'd known this was going to happen.
He placed his hands on Christine's hips, pulling her casually but firmly into his lap. The world around him seemed to have been enveloped in a dark rich haze of rum and smoke. The sensations of his fingers felt delayed and yet electric.
Turner laughed, again, dismissing the Paulette girl with an eye. She hung around anyway, huffily watching Christine attentions to Sparrow, and Carlotta's preening.
Carlotta said something about Sparrow that he missed, and he smiled slowly. Turner thumped him on the back.
"Ah, we'll make a pirate out of you yet boy." Sparrow felt, rather then heard, Christine laugh. She turned her head, looked down into his face.
"Oh, Carlotta, this one's charming." She purred, and Sparrow kissed her.
Somehow, they left the pub, Turner having obligingly slipped Christine some coin with a wink. Barl and Carlotta left with them; Barl tucking the scrawny brunette one arm.
The journey was a bit of a blur, though Sparrow would have likely hit that pavement if Christine hadn't been holding him up. She laughed constantly, her arm looped around his waist. She was a few inches shorter then him, so her lips brushed his cheek when she talked.
Somehow, Sparrow found himself in bed, and his hands reached out instinctively for the woman in the room. She dropped her cream and pale yellow coloured dress to the floor, her silky black hair curling at the ends. Reverently, he ran one finger down the inky blue veins like he had wanted to do earlier. He kissed her under the silvery moonlight, which filtered in through the slated blinds on the windows.
She laughed, slipping under the sheets next to him, and Sparrow marvelled at the difference between the women he bedded. Callous Julia, the well- oiled and giggly wives he'd made love to in India, and his beautiful dark Ana-Marie.
None had been so incandescently pale.
Jack grinned.
* * * * * Ana-Marie sat on the deck of the Portella beneath the blooming stars, a think red blanket wrapped around her. She saw the surging crowds of the city behind her, and turned her back on it. The lull of the waves calmed her, and the beautiful horizon kept her company.