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Hello again, and welcome to the third chapter of Really Bad Eggs. I hope whoever is reading this is enjoying this fiction so far. If not, then please let me know of how I can improve this story for your pleasure. I am not getting paid to write this, so I would love oblige.

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Lip Balm

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The temperature inside the Tavern was exceedingly warm, and Jezebel felt the same nausea overcome her body as it did in the musty pickle barrel. Remembering, she took two pickles from her pocket and began to eat on the end of one, not bothering to pick up the mug from the ground.

"What're ye doin' to me rum, lass," Jack inquired gruffly, getting up from his chair and wiping the liquid out of his eyes. "No man, or woman mind you, wastes even a trickle of rum in front of me own eyes."

"What do ye think happened? My fingers slipped," Jezebel said, not bothering to wipe the glorious tasting rum from her face. For a moment there, she thought that she had recognized this strange looking man, and his name, for that matter rang quite a familiar bell in her mind. "Have I tried to kill ye afore?"

Jack Sparrow was quite a peculiar looking being, and he was without question a pirate. A raggedy, tired looking bandana was wrapped across his forehead, and trinkets of all sorts and colors cascaded down from the top of his head. His kohl traced eyes were incredibly dark, and Jezebel could not tell the difference from his iris to his pupil. Jack Sparrow had a long, straight nose and a smart looking mustache, as well as a goatee which was braided into two clumps. He wore a long, shabby shirt which looked as if it had once been white, and a pair of tatty trousers.

"See anything you like?" Jack asked smugly, with a quick smirk, waving his arms in a swaggering movement.

"Nothing worth looking at," Jezebel replied, picking up a mug from the table and downing the strong liquid gulp by gulp. Within a few moments, all the liquid in the mug was gone. She reached for another one.

"Slow down, mate," Jack said with wide eyes, suddenly feeling a lot more respect for the woman. "I've ne'er seen a woman down more than a mug of rum in one go."

"You offered me rum," Jezebel slurred, already feeling a bit woozy. She had never felt tipsy after one mug of the liquid, but she put that observation to the side. Jezebel took another bite of her pickle and waved the spare one in front of Jack's face. "And I think I'll take as much as I can of it, eh?"

"Aye, to that, lassie!" Jack declared with great gusto, holding up his own mug and waving it towards a barmaid. "More rum, bring it here."

"So do ye have a name?" Jack said and watched Jezebel through dark eyes incredulously as she downed another mug and collapsed with her head rested on the dirty table.

"Aye," came a muffled voice. "Me name's Jezebel"

"No last name, eh? Me names Captain Jack Sparrow," Jack slurred, putting on a leather hat and tipping it towards her direction.


"Already been through that, Yer a captain, eh?" Jezebel queried from underneath the table. Usually she could hold her liquor almost as good as the next pirate, but today was not one such days. "Captain of what…a fishing boat?"

"Nay," Jack said grimly, but with a small spark on his tongue. "The Black Pearl…"

"The Black Pearl? You expect me to believe that a…" Jezebel paused to take another swig of rum. "A…puny. Little. Man. Like. You…is captain of the legendary Black Pearl?"

"I'm hurt, love, really," Jack said sarcastically, setting down a few shillings on the table and getting up from his chair.

The chair squeaked loudly as Jack pushed it back further across the dirt covered ground and swaggered towards the Tavern door. It was just about time for the Black Pearl to set sail again. After all, they had only stopped to replenish on their goods. A subtle look of discouragement was displayed on his face.

Jack headed towards the exit, took a step back, grabbed his hat and walked lopsidedly towards the exit once more. Before he could push the door open, it swung forward with a loud squeak of something very rusty and hit Jack square across his forehead.

Jack, seeing stars on the bridge of his nose toddled back towards his chair and completely missed the seat to fall in a heap of dust right next to Jezebel.

"You blighter got what you deserved, you lying son of a dog," Jezebel said, getting up from her position and drinking the last drop of her rum.

"I thank you for bringing yourself to a local Tavern," came a stern voice from behind him. A man with a lean, half sallow face was standing behind Jack with a weapon pointed at his head. He wore a neat, white wig and a dark colored hat. "But I do believe that you have forgotten to heed our warning. No pirates, Mr. Sparrow."

Jack squinted at the standing man above him, and once recognizing the face, he smiled and said with a slight strain, "Yer welcome, mate. And what makes ye think I'm a pirate?"

"Well, it was nice chattin' with ye Jack, mate," Jezebel said, quickly recognizing the man with the white wig as Commodore Norrington. "But I think I will be going now."

Jezebel stood up and made towards the door, legs shaky and little purple diamonds popped in front of her face.

"I will talk to you soon, Commodore. Jack." Jezebel said as she swung the Tavern door open and glanced outside. It was completely dark, and much cooler than inside the Tavern, the air was salty and sweet. The smell of the sea comforted her. Jezebel's eyes quickly adjusted to the shadows. A moment later, she felt the presence of many others surrounding her.

"Get back inside the Tavern, pirate," Gillette said in a sinister voice, prodding her back with the butt of his weapon. Jezebel rolled her eyes subtly before trudging back into the Tavern, just in time to see Jack get handcuffed by another one of Norrington's men. Jack shifted uncomfortably as the man took his effects.

"Come back for some more rum, eh?" Jack asked with a quick smirk, as Norrington grabbed Jezebel's arms harshly and wrapped a chain around it.

"Steady, mate," Jezebel said. "I can't afford to lose an arm, now. Not by the likes of you, anyhow."

"Keep still, Miss. Walker," Norrington muttered as he prodded her firmly and found no hidden danger within the folds of her clothes. "No sword? No dagger, cutlass...no weapon of any sort? I'm appalled, Miss. Walker, with such a name as infamous as yours, you are a walking target to all danger. Tut, I was expecting a challenge too."

Jezebel growled from the base of her throat, as Jack raised his eyebrows in surprise. The other men in the Tavern had quickly lowered their ruckus volume to a low minimum, and was shooting looks of amusement towards their direction.

"You're Walker, eh? Why didn't you tell me this sooner--"

"Keep walking, Mr. Sparrow," Norrington said snidely. "You know the direction towards the prisons.."

"Captain Jack Sparrow…"

Hm. Things are going a bit slow right now, but it will pace up. I promise you.