Sorry for any inconvenience from me re-arranging the chapters yesterday! I
promise I'll update tomorrow, I've got the next few chapters written.
And I couldn't resist a bit of fortune telling. Hugs and Kisses,
Tinkabelle.
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They made their way off the beach, and to the bar, Jack having managed to find his shoes back in the bushes. Ana-Maria, whose arm had been wrapped around his waist during the walk, pushed him off her, and straightened her hair when they found the bar.
Most of the crew were there, sitting out on the balcony that backed on to the beach. Most were already uproariously drunk, and providing the locals with entertainment for the night.
Turner signalled for the two of them to come over.
"Ana-Maria, we've got a fortune teller here! Come on, we'll have your fortune told." He passed her a tankard, which Ana-Maria drank politely from. Sparrow signalled to the barmaid that he'd have one of the same.
"Oh, I don't believe in all that stuff." Ana-Maria said a little stiffly, the information Turner had given her early still fresh in her mind.
"Oh, come on Captain, it won't hurt. She told that young recruit Barbossa to eat plenty of apples this year."
"What?" Sparrow said grinning, leaning on the table. "That's what my dad used to say so that my teeth wouldn't rot. That's an olds wives tail. Where is this lady?" He said, looking around. "I'd like to meet this great fortune teller."
Turner called her over, splashing more beer on his already soddened shirt. Crow and Vincent laughed.
"She's a might pretty fortune teller." Crow said.
"Yeah, not a crone in sight." Vincent chipped it.
And they were right, she was about thirty, dark but relatively good looking. She certainly wasn't of the haggard variety. She extended a hand to Sparrow. He shook hands with her, and then she turned his palm over, gazing intently down at his hand.
"Aren't I meant to pass your hand with gold first?" He joked.
"I see. three ships." She said, ignoring. Jack grinned.
"Really! My own fleet."
"Two are sinking around you."
"Oh." Jack said, downcast. The pirates laughed, nudging each other. The fortune-teller continued as though she hadn't been interrupted.
"And the one you take will be filled with death when you find it, and when you lose it." She said. "Now you can give me gold if you like." She said in a way that wasn't a question.
"Come on, read the captains palm." Turner said, nudging her. Ana-Maria shook her head.
"No. I don't want to hear anything," She said, folding her arms across her chest. The fortune-teller gave her a long speculative look.
"Wise are the ignorant. Here," She said, reaching for Turner's hand. "Strong man, brave but." She quirked her eyebrows. "Here, says you shall be killed by your bootstraps." She said, half jokingly. The men around him laughed, Ana-Maria rolling her eyes.
"Oh yeah." Turner said grinning. "Worse ways to go." He said with mock seriousness, glancing around at the crew. The fortune-teller smiled. Then she paused, her eyes growing humourless.
"I see, the ocean," Ana-Maria scoffed slightly at this. "I see endless days, the waves silent to you overhead, and then." She looked up, her calm face worried. Turner smiled comfortingly.
"Tis a pirates death, dropped into the ocean, nothing more." He said.
She frowned, but moved her hand away, looking at another line on his hand. "Ah, here's a child, beautiful child, with the gift for happiness" She continued, the moment of disquiet passing.
"Drinks all round." Ana-Maria called, ending the concentration everyone had had on the reading. "To the Portella and to riches."
"To the Portella and riches." They echoed, drained their cups.
Out on the bay, another ship docked.
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It was a long night, and the cups were drained steadily. Ana-Maria became a giggling mess, wrapping her arms around Barl and Sparrow. Most of the other men also were pretty out of it, either silently concentrating on blinking in a corner, or singing uproariously.
Turner nudged Sparrow.
"You better get her outta here. She's gunna regret it in the morning." Sparrow nodded, holstering Ana-Maria's weight completely on him, and dragging her out of the bar.
"You know, I think you really should grow that beard we were talking about." She said conversationally, leaning heavily on him.
"Oh yeah," He said distractedly, trying to navigate his way down the street. He nodded at the locals he passed.
"Yeah, a little beard, not too long." She paused. "You know, if I were a guy pirate, I'd have a beard. It would be fun. And I'd sing, all the time."
"Oh yeah?" He repeated, trying to hide his smile.
"Are you laughing at me Johnny. I mean, Jack Sparrow?" She said blearily.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied. Down on the pier, three people were standing. Two men, and a woman in a white cloak. They were talking quietly, and Sparrow squinted at them. Something familiar..
"Is that. nah" He muttered quietly. "Can't be," The woman turned, looking to see who was approaching. He nearly dropped Ana-Maria in fright. The woman's mouth dropped slightly.
"John?" She said, taking a step towards him. Her blonde hair fell straight off her shoulders, her elegant face shocked. "Is that you John?"
"Is not John. Is Sparrow." Ana-Maria mumbled.
"Aye," He said automatically. His face was covered in confusion. "I mean, yes, its me."
"Julia, we've going back to the ship. Tom will be wondering where we got to." One of the men said gruffly, grabbing her elbow. His eyes ran disrespectfully over Ana-Maria and Jack. "Stop talking to pirate scum." He spat.
"Pirate?" Julia whispered, a shadow crossing her youthful face. Jack was consciously very aware of his arm draped around Ana-Maria's shoulder.
"Well.." He started. He looked over to the ship, his mouth open. "I ah.. Um.."
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow, my little pirate." Ana-Maria said dreamily. Jack was starting to seriously wish he hadn't challenged her to a game of shots.
Julia's eyes were fixed on his face, speechless. She nodded, and allowed herself to be lead away, glancing back over her shoulder with a disturbed look in her eye.
Sparrow helped Ana-Maria into bed, and then sat down on the floor by the fireplace, allowing the knowledge he'd just gained to sink in.
Julia. Here. And Tom. His half brother. Here.
It seemed like no matter how far you ran, your old life would eventually catch you up.
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They made their way off the beach, and to the bar, Jack having managed to find his shoes back in the bushes. Ana-Maria, whose arm had been wrapped around his waist during the walk, pushed him off her, and straightened her hair when they found the bar.
Most of the crew were there, sitting out on the balcony that backed on to the beach. Most were already uproariously drunk, and providing the locals with entertainment for the night.
Turner signalled for the two of them to come over.
"Ana-Maria, we've got a fortune teller here! Come on, we'll have your fortune told." He passed her a tankard, which Ana-Maria drank politely from. Sparrow signalled to the barmaid that he'd have one of the same.
"Oh, I don't believe in all that stuff." Ana-Maria said a little stiffly, the information Turner had given her early still fresh in her mind.
"Oh, come on Captain, it won't hurt. She told that young recruit Barbossa to eat plenty of apples this year."
"What?" Sparrow said grinning, leaning on the table. "That's what my dad used to say so that my teeth wouldn't rot. That's an olds wives tail. Where is this lady?" He said, looking around. "I'd like to meet this great fortune teller."
Turner called her over, splashing more beer on his already soddened shirt. Crow and Vincent laughed.
"She's a might pretty fortune teller." Crow said.
"Yeah, not a crone in sight." Vincent chipped it.
And they were right, she was about thirty, dark but relatively good looking. She certainly wasn't of the haggard variety. She extended a hand to Sparrow. He shook hands with her, and then she turned his palm over, gazing intently down at his hand.
"Aren't I meant to pass your hand with gold first?" He joked.
"I see. three ships." She said, ignoring. Jack grinned.
"Really! My own fleet."
"Two are sinking around you."
"Oh." Jack said, downcast. The pirates laughed, nudging each other. The fortune-teller continued as though she hadn't been interrupted.
"And the one you take will be filled with death when you find it, and when you lose it." She said. "Now you can give me gold if you like." She said in a way that wasn't a question.
"Come on, read the captains palm." Turner said, nudging her. Ana-Maria shook her head.
"No. I don't want to hear anything," She said, folding her arms across her chest. The fortune-teller gave her a long speculative look.
"Wise are the ignorant. Here," She said, reaching for Turner's hand. "Strong man, brave but." She quirked her eyebrows. "Here, says you shall be killed by your bootstraps." She said, half jokingly. The men around him laughed, Ana-Maria rolling her eyes.
"Oh yeah." Turner said grinning. "Worse ways to go." He said with mock seriousness, glancing around at the crew. The fortune-teller smiled. Then she paused, her eyes growing humourless.
"I see, the ocean," Ana-Maria scoffed slightly at this. "I see endless days, the waves silent to you overhead, and then." She looked up, her calm face worried. Turner smiled comfortingly.
"Tis a pirates death, dropped into the ocean, nothing more." He said.
She frowned, but moved her hand away, looking at another line on his hand. "Ah, here's a child, beautiful child, with the gift for happiness" She continued, the moment of disquiet passing.
"Drinks all round." Ana-Maria called, ending the concentration everyone had had on the reading. "To the Portella and to riches."
"To the Portella and riches." They echoed, drained their cups.
Out on the bay, another ship docked.
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It was a long night, and the cups were drained steadily. Ana-Maria became a giggling mess, wrapping her arms around Barl and Sparrow. Most of the other men also were pretty out of it, either silently concentrating on blinking in a corner, or singing uproariously.
Turner nudged Sparrow.
"You better get her outta here. She's gunna regret it in the morning." Sparrow nodded, holstering Ana-Maria's weight completely on him, and dragging her out of the bar.
"You know, I think you really should grow that beard we were talking about." She said conversationally, leaning heavily on him.
"Oh yeah," He said distractedly, trying to navigate his way down the street. He nodded at the locals he passed.
"Yeah, a little beard, not too long." She paused. "You know, if I were a guy pirate, I'd have a beard. It would be fun. And I'd sing, all the time."
"Oh yeah?" He repeated, trying to hide his smile.
"Are you laughing at me Johnny. I mean, Jack Sparrow?" She said blearily.
"Wouldn't dream of it." He replied. Down on the pier, three people were standing. Two men, and a woman in a white cloak. They were talking quietly, and Sparrow squinted at them. Something familiar..
"Is that. nah" He muttered quietly. "Can't be," The woman turned, looking to see who was approaching. He nearly dropped Ana-Maria in fright. The woman's mouth dropped slightly.
"John?" She said, taking a step towards him. Her blonde hair fell straight off her shoulders, her elegant face shocked. "Is that you John?"
"Is not John. Is Sparrow." Ana-Maria mumbled.
"Aye," He said automatically. His face was covered in confusion. "I mean, yes, its me."
"Julia, we've going back to the ship. Tom will be wondering where we got to." One of the men said gruffly, grabbing her elbow. His eyes ran disrespectfully over Ana-Maria and Jack. "Stop talking to pirate scum." He spat.
"Pirate?" Julia whispered, a shadow crossing her youthful face. Jack was consciously very aware of his arm draped around Ana-Maria's shoulder.
"Well.." He started. He looked over to the ship, his mouth open. "I ah.. Um.."
"He's Captain Jack Sparrow, my little pirate." Ana-Maria said dreamily. Jack was starting to seriously wish he hadn't challenged her to a game of shots.
Julia's eyes were fixed on his face, speechless. She nodded, and allowed herself to be lead away, glancing back over her shoulder with a disturbed look in her eye.
Sparrow helped Ana-Maria into bed, and then sat down on the floor by the fireplace, allowing the knowledge he'd just gained to sink in.
Julia. Here. And Tom. His half brother. Here.
It seemed like no matter how far you ran, your old life would eventually catch you up.