Wow, okay.
This is my next two chapters. I was so MAD at Jack for what he did in the
last chapter (I know, what a typical male? I mean come on Jack, you could
lose Ana-Maria over this), that I stopped writing for a while.
I was seriously considering giving him a disease and killing him off (thanks Lthien Arcamenel, I really did think about it) but that wouldn't follow the story line! I was so mad, so I had spent all of last night writing a fiction that killed him off to teach Jack a lesson.
Unfortunately, that means the next update after this may take a little longer, also cuz I'm meant to be studying (ahem, yes, that's what I'm doing on the computer. Studying. Yes. Ahem.), so I probably won't update tomorrow, unless I feel inspired.
Greetings to Holland, from Australia: Thank you for bumping my review numbers up! Hugs and Kisses to all reviewers!
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The next morning, Jack woke up with the feeling that someone very heavy was sitting on his head (Authors note: me and my friend had a long discussion about this when I had a cold, and we decided that this is the best description of how you feel when you have a cold/hangover. Either that or your head feels really out of proportionally big.) His limbs felt as though they were full of lead, and his eyelids stuck together, heavy with sleep. He rolled over, blinking at the sunlight pouring in from the window.
The sheets stuck to his skin and had wrapped themselves around his thighs in the night. He sat up, watching Christine dress. She glanced up, her fingers working the knots out of her hair, and shot him a wry smile.
In the early morning light, things often appear much different. Christine was not just a sexy, exotic lady of the night, but she was also a girl with knots in her hair and runs in her stockings. A girl who ate and slept and had agendas of her own. like everyone else.
He noticed things about her that he hadn't the night before. Like the way her hair had slight touches of gold woven through the dark brown hair. He noticed how she had a slight scar on her upper arm, and how there were bruise marks around her wrist.
"Ah sleepy head, finally awake are ya? I thought I was going to have to turf you out." She said, walking over to the nightstand and reapplying her eyeliner. Her brown boots clacked on the footboards.
"Oh, my head." Jack winced.
"Yeah, rum does that to you." She brushed past him, reaching for her hatpin, which was lost in the bed. Jack noticed now how she smelt of vodka and cigarettes, and slightly of sweat.
She batted his hands away.
"Now luv, I'm gunna have to throw you out for the day, my landlady likes to pretend that I'm a hat makers apprentice, and that's all."
"Are you?" Jack asked. She patted down her skirt, and sat down on the end of the bed, doing up her laces.
"Yes, I am by day. My work lets me rent this room, and buy the food. It's a nice set up until I can buy a shop of my own." She mused, and then turned her brown eyes on him. "Now, Turner gave me some coin last night and then some. So if you want I can be yours for the next three nights. You're a nice boy Jack, and I'd rather spend my nights with you then trying to find another nice sailor."
Jack paused, and then nodded slowly.
"That's a grand plan." He said. Christine nodded.
"Okay, but you have to get out during the days. I'll walk you over to the bar that Carlotta works in. Barl'll still be hanging around, and I'll meet you back after sunset."
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And so, Jack Sparrow spent the next three days in and out of the bed of the whore Christine. During the day, the boys showed him the sights of Tortugua, the animal pits where the pirates gambled, the beaches covered in debris from ships, and the millions of bars and brothels.
Then he went back to the ship.
Turner escorted him back, saying it was Sparrows turn to do some guard duty and help resupply the ship. Turner himself was to introduce the two new hands to the Captain. Sparrow was not surprised to see Ana-Marie still aboard the ship. The crew said she left it little, even for shore-leave.
He was surprised though; by the cold look she gave him.
She was mending the sails, her stich neater and smaller then the other pirates. Sparrow ran his hand over the material, feeling its coarseness beneath his fingers.
"Captain, these are the new recruits. This here is." Ana raised a hand, silencing Turner's words.
"Turner, I don't really care to hear their names. If they make presence worthwhile on our journey, then I'll learn them. Otherwise, I don't think I'll bother. Savvy?" Ana-Marie snapped. She stood up, and marched below deck, leaving Turner rubbing his neck.
"Ah, that's our little wild cat. She'll come around. Just in a bad mood is all." One of the new recruits gazed after her with raised eyebrows. The other kept a thought full silence.
"I heard its bad luck to have." The first one started, and Turner panicked again.
"Shut up, Goil. Don't let her hear you say that when she's in this mood, or she cut you to pieces. Our Ana-Marie can match anyone here in a sword fight, and has the guts besides. Good woman, good captain. She's just got a fiery temper is all, keeps us on our toes." Turner ushered the recruits away.
Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and strode off after Ana-Marie.
"Ana?" He called, leaning against the door of her cabin.
"Sparrow, must I remind you that I am captain of this ship, and maybe it's time you treated me as one." She snapped, making her bed with deft, unkind motions. Jack stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Aye Captain," He murmured. She nodded to herself, as if having an internal dialogue. Sparrow fidgeted uncomfortably.
"You certainly snapped at them new recruits." Sparrow commented.
"I don't think I need lessons in courtesy from you Sparrow." She replied coldly. He raised his eyebrows and then squinted.
"Are you mad at me, Captain?" She laughed, pushing open the window to the room, so that the warm sea breeze followed through.
"Sparrow, how can you ask me that? Of course I'm bloody mad!" Ana-Marie shouted before she could stop herself. Then she calmed, looking at a spot on the wall behind his head, before continuing. "Am I supposed to ask you how your shore leave was? Do you want me to ask you if you had a good time with your whore?" Ana-Marie asked aggressively, her hands never stopping moving, tidying this and that.
Sparrow opened his mouth a few times and then shook his head, confused.
"But you knew that's what the guys where taking me out for, I mean you knew that." Sparrow said softly.
"Yes, of course I bloody well knew. I'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to have missed all the innuendos."
"But, you. I thought you were giving me your approval. I didn't think it mattered." He stopped again, shaking his head. Ana-Marie gazed at him like he was a moron.
"Didn't think it mattered? Oh Jack Sparrow, that." She gave him a look of disgust, momentarily gob smacked. "If you thought I was just some casual lay, that I just sleep with the men on my ship whenever I get an itch then your highly mistaken."
"No, no, not you didn't matter, that she wouldn't matter. I didn't think you'd mind." He was floundering now, licked his lips as he tried to think of something that would make this okay.
"Didn't think I'd mind that you were off banging some whore? You're either really stupid Jack, or you think I am." She turned away from him, so he couldn't see her face. "Look, this whole thing was stupid to begin with. I've just become captain of this ship, and I shouldn't have jeopardized that by sleeping with one of the crew. If it hadn't been for my fathers death." She broke off.
"So what? I was a comfort lay, is that what your saying? That I was convenient?" Now it was his turn to be indignant. "How is that any better then a casual lay? I didn't think what we had was either of those things." He corrected quickly. "If you want to justify sleeping with me by using your father's death as an excuse, I can't stop you. But it's weak." He was angry now.
"You're so willing to give up Jack, already." She said quietly.
"Bloody hell, Ana, you're all I want, you've shown me a whole new life." He said passionately. She whirled around.
"Yes, that's it isn't it? I've shown you something new, and that's all it was. You're only sixteen Jack, you have no idea what you bloody well want."
"And you're eighteen, so that makes you god on every subject?" Jack growled.
"Well, at least I'm not a stupid boy lead around by his dick." Ana-Marie replied harshly. He took a step back from her, shaking his head and decided to back track.
"I don't understand this. Okay, I was wrong to sleep with her. I didn't know you'd care. But I just thought . well, we're pirates. That's what pirates do, we drink and we womanise or men-anise," He said slightly confused, stumbling over his words. "But we're pirates, that doesn't mean anything to us. What you and I had, that was different. That was something.... shared, wasn't it?" He asked pleadingly.
"No Jack, you're wrong. I'm a pirate, you're just a silly boy who got trapped in a wine barrel." She jutted out her chin.
Jack seethed. He brought his hand up as though he wanted to hit her, his lips mouthing slightly with thoughts he did not voice.
"Get the hell out of here Jack." She said coldly.
He didn't move.
"While you're part of the crew on this ship, you'll follow my orders, Sparrow. Now get the hell out of my cabin." She said slowly.
"This is just some head game with you." He started.
"GET THE HELL OUT!!" Ana-Marie screamed. And he did. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the cabin. He walked into one of the new recruits, the one he couldn't remember the name of, on his way out, a thin ugly man who gazed at Jack curiously. Jack grabbed him by the shirt collars, slamming him against the wall.
"You tell a soul what you just heard, and I'll slice you up fit for worm food." Jack said angrily, smashing his fist into the wall beside the new recruits head. Then he dropped him, and strode away into the burning sunlight outside.
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I was seriously considering giving him a disease and killing him off (thanks Lthien Arcamenel, I really did think about it) but that wouldn't follow the story line! I was so mad, so I had spent all of last night writing a fiction that killed him off to teach Jack a lesson.
Unfortunately, that means the next update after this may take a little longer, also cuz I'm meant to be studying (ahem, yes, that's what I'm doing on the computer. Studying. Yes. Ahem.), so I probably won't update tomorrow, unless I feel inspired.
Greetings to Holland, from Australia: Thank you for bumping my review numbers up! Hugs and Kisses to all reviewers!
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The next morning, Jack woke up with the feeling that someone very heavy was sitting on his head (Authors note: me and my friend had a long discussion about this when I had a cold, and we decided that this is the best description of how you feel when you have a cold/hangover. Either that or your head feels really out of proportionally big.) His limbs felt as though they were full of lead, and his eyelids stuck together, heavy with sleep. He rolled over, blinking at the sunlight pouring in from the window.
The sheets stuck to his skin and had wrapped themselves around his thighs in the night. He sat up, watching Christine dress. She glanced up, her fingers working the knots out of her hair, and shot him a wry smile.
In the early morning light, things often appear much different. Christine was not just a sexy, exotic lady of the night, but she was also a girl with knots in her hair and runs in her stockings. A girl who ate and slept and had agendas of her own. like everyone else.
He noticed things about her that he hadn't the night before. Like the way her hair had slight touches of gold woven through the dark brown hair. He noticed how she had a slight scar on her upper arm, and how there were bruise marks around her wrist.
"Ah sleepy head, finally awake are ya? I thought I was going to have to turf you out." She said, walking over to the nightstand and reapplying her eyeliner. Her brown boots clacked on the footboards.
"Oh, my head." Jack winced.
"Yeah, rum does that to you." She brushed past him, reaching for her hatpin, which was lost in the bed. Jack noticed now how she smelt of vodka and cigarettes, and slightly of sweat.
She batted his hands away.
"Now luv, I'm gunna have to throw you out for the day, my landlady likes to pretend that I'm a hat makers apprentice, and that's all."
"Are you?" Jack asked. She patted down her skirt, and sat down on the end of the bed, doing up her laces.
"Yes, I am by day. My work lets me rent this room, and buy the food. It's a nice set up until I can buy a shop of my own." She mused, and then turned her brown eyes on him. "Now, Turner gave me some coin last night and then some. So if you want I can be yours for the next three nights. You're a nice boy Jack, and I'd rather spend my nights with you then trying to find another nice sailor."
Jack paused, and then nodded slowly.
"That's a grand plan." He said. Christine nodded.
"Okay, but you have to get out during the days. I'll walk you over to the bar that Carlotta works in. Barl'll still be hanging around, and I'll meet you back after sunset."
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And so, Jack Sparrow spent the next three days in and out of the bed of the whore Christine. During the day, the boys showed him the sights of Tortugua, the animal pits where the pirates gambled, the beaches covered in debris from ships, and the millions of bars and brothels.
Then he went back to the ship.
Turner escorted him back, saying it was Sparrows turn to do some guard duty and help resupply the ship. Turner himself was to introduce the two new hands to the Captain. Sparrow was not surprised to see Ana-Marie still aboard the ship. The crew said she left it little, even for shore-leave.
He was surprised though; by the cold look she gave him.
She was mending the sails, her stich neater and smaller then the other pirates. Sparrow ran his hand over the material, feeling its coarseness beneath his fingers.
"Captain, these are the new recruits. This here is." Ana raised a hand, silencing Turner's words.
"Turner, I don't really care to hear their names. If they make presence worthwhile on our journey, then I'll learn them. Otherwise, I don't think I'll bother. Savvy?" Ana-Marie snapped. She stood up, and marched below deck, leaving Turner rubbing his neck.
"Ah, that's our little wild cat. She'll come around. Just in a bad mood is all." One of the new recruits gazed after her with raised eyebrows. The other kept a thought full silence.
"I heard its bad luck to have." The first one started, and Turner panicked again.
"Shut up, Goil. Don't let her hear you say that when she's in this mood, or she cut you to pieces. Our Ana-Marie can match anyone here in a sword fight, and has the guts besides. Good woman, good captain. She's just got a fiery temper is all, keeps us on our toes." Turner ushered the recruits away.
Jack rubbed his chin thoughtfully, and strode off after Ana-Marie.
"Ana?" He called, leaning against the door of her cabin.
"Sparrow, must I remind you that I am captain of this ship, and maybe it's time you treated me as one." She snapped, making her bed with deft, unkind motions. Jack stepped into the room, closing the door behind him.
"Aye Captain," He murmured. She nodded to herself, as if having an internal dialogue. Sparrow fidgeted uncomfortably.
"You certainly snapped at them new recruits." Sparrow commented.
"I don't think I need lessons in courtesy from you Sparrow." She replied coldly. He raised his eyebrows and then squinted.
"Are you mad at me, Captain?" She laughed, pushing open the window to the room, so that the warm sea breeze followed through.
"Sparrow, how can you ask me that? Of course I'm bloody mad!" Ana-Marie shouted before she could stop herself. Then she calmed, looking at a spot on the wall behind his head, before continuing. "Am I supposed to ask you how your shore leave was? Do you want me to ask you if you had a good time with your whore?" Ana-Marie asked aggressively, her hands never stopping moving, tidying this and that.
Sparrow opened his mouth a few times and then shook his head, confused.
"But you knew that's what the guys where taking me out for, I mean you knew that." Sparrow said softly.
"Yes, of course I bloody well knew. I'd have to be blind, deaf, and dumb to have missed all the innuendos."
"But, you. I thought you were giving me your approval. I didn't think it mattered." He stopped again, shaking his head. Ana-Marie gazed at him like he was a moron.
"Didn't think it mattered? Oh Jack Sparrow, that." She gave him a look of disgust, momentarily gob smacked. "If you thought I was just some casual lay, that I just sleep with the men on my ship whenever I get an itch then your highly mistaken."
"No, no, not you didn't matter, that she wouldn't matter. I didn't think you'd mind." He was floundering now, licked his lips as he tried to think of something that would make this okay.
"Didn't think I'd mind that you were off banging some whore? You're either really stupid Jack, or you think I am." She turned away from him, so he couldn't see her face. "Look, this whole thing was stupid to begin with. I've just become captain of this ship, and I shouldn't have jeopardized that by sleeping with one of the crew. If it hadn't been for my fathers death." She broke off.
"So what? I was a comfort lay, is that what your saying? That I was convenient?" Now it was his turn to be indignant. "How is that any better then a casual lay? I didn't think what we had was either of those things." He corrected quickly. "If you want to justify sleeping with me by using your father's death as an excuse, I can't stop you. But it's weak." He was angry now.
"You're so willing to give up Jack, already." She said quietly.
"Bloody hell, Ana, you're all I want, you've shown me a whole new life." He said passionately. She whirled around.
"Yes, that's it isn't it? I've shown you something new, and that's all it was. You're only sixteen Jack, you have no idea what you bloody well want."
"And you're eighteen, so that makes you god on every subject?" Jack growled.
"Well, at least I'm not a stupid boy lead around by his dick." Ana-Marie replied harshly. He took a step back from her, shaking his head and decided to back track.
"I don't understand this. Okay, I was wrong to sleep with her. I didn't know you'd care. But I just thought . well, we're pirates. That's what pirates do, we drink and we womanise or men-anise," He said slightly confused, stumbling over his words. "But we're pirates, that doesn't mean anything to us. What you and I had, that was different. That was something.... shared, wasn't it?" He asked pleadingly.
"No Jack, you're wrong. I'm a pirate, you're just a silly boy who got trapped in a wine barrel." She jutted out her chin.
Jack seethed. He brought his hand up as though he wanted to hit her, his lips mouthing slightly with thoughts he did not voice.
"Get the hell out of here Jack." She said coldly.
He didn't move.
"While you're part of the crew on this ship, you'll follow my orders, Sparrow. Now get the hell out of my cabin." She said slowly.
"This is just some head game with you." He started.
"GET THE HELL OUT!!" Ana-Marie screamed. And he did. He turned on his heel and stalked out of the cabin. He walked into one of the new recruits, the one he couldn't remember the name of, on his way out, a thin ugly man who gazed at Jack curiously. Jack grabbed him by the shirt collars, slamming him against the wall.
"You tell a soul what you just heard, and I'll slice you up fit for worm food." Jack said angrily, smashing his fist into the wall beside the new recruits head. Then he dropped him, and strode away into the burning sunlight outside.
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