Rebecca
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save stripper bear, and trust me, he is gay. Save Rebecca, I made her.
Summery: Jack lost the most important woman in his life a long time ago, to a slave ship. What happens when she reappears as someone else and doesn't recognize him? Will he be heart broken forever? Or will she remember him? Not what you think, and not a Mary Sue!!!
A/n: Thanks for the review, I will remember that.. And what do you think Rebecca is to Jack; I want to know who will be doing a dance when they find out. And there is mild humor.sorry. The only real reason I gave it humor was for later chapters.. just so you know.
Chapter 1-Rebecca's new life
Rebecca's life was nothing like Jack's was, and still is. She was, at first, doomed to fields on a plantation in the northern Caribbean, and her hands would go raw from picking sugar cane. So she had to make a choice, that all slaves have to make, stay, or run. So she ran, and ended up in Tortuga, after seeking on board a pirate ship. She didn't be come a prostitute, like most of the women who ended up there, but a barmaid at the inn that was there. She dreamed of getting out of there, like most of the women who end up there, even the prostitutes.
So life wasn't the grandest thing in the world, but when she managed to life it just fine. She didn't remember most of what happen to her before she became a slave, for a head injury that plagued her in her youth. Most of the girl slaves were sick of the stories she told of her father being a pirate, and her mother was just an innocent farmer daughter. So they threw things at her, and one day, she was knocked out. The stories that she told were no longer in her mind, so they soon left her alone. Soon afterwards, she was only called Becca.
So life when as it normally did for Rebecca, Cheryl came in her room, and shook her awake to trade out shifts. "Becca.." She whispered in her ear, and flipped her right out of bed. "Get up."
Becca looked up at her, "Any new ships?" She asked, getting up off the floor for Cheryl to take her place in the bed. Becca crossed the room to pull her dress over her head, "Any one we know?"
"Just the Black pearl, and Captain-" Cheryl yawned, then tried to make her voice sound like Jack's, "Jack Sparrow! The greatest pirate who sailed the Caribbean!" She only made it sound like an old woman than like Jack's. "But who cares.. He in to louse women, if you know what I mean."
"Oh.louse women.." Becca repeated, trying to think on what they were, "What is that again?" Cheryl sighed, "Street walkers, Becca, street walkers. Now get to your shift."
Becca nodded, and slipped pass most of the people who litter the stairway, making her way up to the bar, tying her hair back as she walked. She slipped under the bar, and beeline for her apron. She tied that around her waist, and looked around for another barmaid, named Shelly. She looked around, scanning the tavern for her. She didn't spot her, and sighed. She still hasn't come back yet, and Becca would be left to man the bar. Erm, Woman it.
She grabbed a tray from under the counter, and began to make her ways through the maze of tables. She passed by a table with only one pirate sitting at it, who reached out and grabbed her arm. She stopped to look at him, and it was none other than the man that Cheryl had describe to her a few times before. She was looking into the eyes of none other than Jack Sparrow, excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow himself. "Get me a pint, if you don't mind, I am meting an old friend here." He said, and relished her. She stood there for a few seconds, her month a gape, staring. "..Don't stand there like a fish, get me my pint woman!" He half-shouted.
Becca didn't have to be told twice.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, save stripper bear, and trust me, he is gay. Save Rebecca, I made her.
Summery: Jack lost the most important woman in his life a long time ago, to a slave ship. What happens when she reappears as someone else and doesn't recognize him? Will he be heart broken forever? Or will she remember him? Not what you think, and not a Mary Sue!!!
A/n: Thanks for the review, I will remember that.. And what do you think Rebecca is to Jack; I want to know who will be doing a dance when they find out. And there is mild humor.sorry. The only real reason I gave it humor was for later chapters.. just so you know.
Chapter 1-Rebecca's new life
Rebecca's life was nothing like Jack's was, and still is. She was, at first, doomed to fields on a plantation in the northern Caribbean, and her hands would go raw from picking sugar cane. So she had to make a choice, that all slaves have to make, stay, or run. So she ran, and ended up in Tortuga, after seeking on board a pirate ship. She didn't be come a prostitute, like most of the women who ended up there, but a barmaid at the inn that was there. She dreamed of getting out of there, like most of the women who end up there, even the prostitutes.
So life wasn't the grandest thing in the world, but when she managed to life it just fine. She didn't remember most of what happen to her before she became a slave, for a head injury that plagued her in her youth. Most of the girl slaves were sick of the stories she told of her father being a pirate, and her mother was just an innocent farmer daughter. So they threw things at her, and one day, she was knocked out. The stories that she told were no longer in her mind, so they soon left her alone. Soon afterwards, she was only called Becca.
So life when as it normally did for Rebecca, Cheryl came in her room, and shook her awake to trade out shifts. "Becca.." She whispered in her ear, and flipped her right out of bed. "Get up."
Becca looked up at her, "Any new ships?" She asked, getting up off the floor for Cheryl to take her place in the bed. Becca crossed the room to pull her dress over her head, "Any one we know?"
"Just the Black pearl, and Captain-" Cheryl yawned, then tried to make her voice sound like Jack's, "Jack Sparrow! The greatest pirate who sailed the Caribbean!" She only made it sound like an old woman than like Jack's. "But who cares.. He in to louse women, if you know what I mean."
"Oh.louse women.." Becca repeated, trying to think on what they were, "What is that again?" Cheryl sighed, "Street walkers, Becca, street walkers. Now get to your shift."
Becca nodded, and slipped pass most of the people who litter the stairway, making her way up to the bar, tying her hair back as she walked. She slipped under the bar, and beeline for her apron. She tied that around her waist, and looked around for another barmaid, named Shelly. She looked around, scanning the tavern for her. She didn't spot her, and sighed. She still hasn't come back yet, and Becca would be left to man the bar. Erm, Woman it.
She grabbed a tray from under the counter, and began to make her ways through the maze of tables. She passed by a table with only one pirate sitting at it, who reached out and grabbed her arm. She stopped to look at him, and it was none other than the man that Cheryl had describe to her a few times before. She was looking into the eyes of none other than Jack Sparrow, excuse me, Captain Jack Sparrow himself. "Get me a pint, if you don't mind, I am meting an old friend here." He said, and relished her. She stood there for a few seconds, her month a gape, staring. "..Don't stand there like a fish, get me my pint woman!" He half-shouted.
Becca didn't have to be told twice.