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: Zia, aka my beta bitch, said that I should give off the second impressions. So this is I trying, even though I have most of the story in my head.I think. And there will be no typing with an accent, I am sorry, but I suck at those.. so you will Pretend for me.
Chapter 2-Late Nights
Becca cleared away some of the dished at litter a table in the corner of the room. It had become really smoky from all the smokers that had come and gone. There was only one other person in the room, and that was Captain Jack. He was still working on some pints, and Becca really didn't have the heart to throw him out of the tavern, even though they were booked so to speak, also, it being early in the morning. And it was also raining, for she listened to all the raindrops patter on the tin roof.
She had begun to ignore the set of eyes that followed her back and fort. She called out to them, "Captain Sparrow, do you need me to get you another pint?" She asked, hopping he would say no.
"Yes, Luv," He said, and as if reading her mind, "Unless you wish for me to leave." He looked at her from the side of his face, and she sighed.
"Never that sir," She said, dumping the dishes in the nearby skin. They crackled and broke at which caused the pieces to tumble out, and on to the floor. She sighed again, and began to pick up the dishes, and dropping them into the dusk bin next to the mess. She skillful tried to keep herself from cutting herself, and failed for the sleep was she lacking. Blood dripped from the small cut across her palm. She studied it long and hard, and was shocked to find someone grabbing a hold of her hand, and making her held it out flat. She looked up at the person, only to see Jack there. He ripped off part of her apron, and began to tie up her hand. "Forget the pint Becca, I will be leaving. I have a ship to get back to and a Crew to baby sit." And with that, he left her side.
Becca nodded, and threw the rest of the other pieces in the bin. She heard the door slam shut, and she looked up. There was nothing, save a hat sitting on the counter in front of her. She looked at if for a few seconds, then realized whom it belonged to. She grabbed it off the counter, and ran out the door after Jack.
"One..two..three.." Jack counted to himself under his breath. He heard the sounds of bare feet running across the street stones.
Becca ran across the stones, suddenly slipping, and landed with a splat on the road. She laid there for a moment, the wind knocked out of her small body. As she gasped for air, as two hands pulled her to her feet. "You couldn't have missed me for that long, luv." Jack's voice said to her. She nodded for a second, trying now to place where she had heard that voice before all this. She held out his hat, and stared at his eyes. This was the first time she got a good look at him.
Jack raised an eyebrow at her, and took it from her. "I see, well, see you later luv." He turned to leave, only she still had a hold of the hat. Needless to say there was a nice ripping sound. There was a pause, and jack turned around, "Love, I need that."
Becca looked at him, "You!" She said, looking at him, then turned to run. She only remembers him as someone who had taken her into slavery, and there was no way in hell she was just going to stand there. Jack did the first thing that can to mind, by grabbing her. That was a mistake, for she began to scream. Jack pulled her in close, and throwing his hand over her month.
"Now listen, I have no clue who you think I am, but I don't think you have the right idea. Now I am going to take my hand off your month, don't scream." Jack removed his hand, and she screamed. It flew back on, "I am sorry, let me make it clearer..do not scream. Or I may be force to do something nasty." He moved his hand, and she screamed again.
This was getting nowhere, and Jack is not the friendly drunk to get angry. He grabbed his pistol and held it in front of her. "Now just clam down." She began to kick at his shins by this point, but her eyes did widen at the pistol. She only began to struggle more, and Jack was left with one choice. He used the butt of the pistol to knock her out. She fell limp in his arms. "Well," He sighed, "If that is the only way to get you on the pearl."
Needless to say, Becca had a huge headache when she woke up. She looked around, and almost panicked, this was not her room. She looked up to see the sun shinning and nothing but a blue ocean out the window. She slowly slipped out of bed, and rubbed her head, and looked down at her feet. That was when she realized she was only wearing her underwear. "EEP!" She grabbed the covers and wrapped them around herself. "Were am I?"
"Welcome to the Black pearl!" A voice said, making her jump. There Jack stood in the doorway, smirking. "What, got a hang over?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"I unno, maybe the crew took them."
Becca sighed; it was going to be a long day.
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: Zia, aka my beta bitch, said that I should give off the second impressions. So this is I trying, even though I have most of the story in my head.I think. And there will be no typing with an accent, I am sorry, but I suck at those.. so you will Pretend for me.
Chapter 2-Late Nights
Becca cleared away some of the dished at litter a table in the corner of the room. It had become really smoky from all the smokers that had come and gone. There was only one other person in the room, and that was Captain Jack. He was still working on some pints, and Becca really didn't have the heart to throw him out of the tavern, even though they were booked so to speak, also, it being early in the morning. And it was also raining, for she listened to all the raindrops patter on the tin roof.
She had begun to ignore the set of eyes that followed her back and fort. She called out to them, "Captain Sparrow, do you need me to get you another pint?" She asked, hopping he would say no.
"Yes, Luv," He said, and as if reading her mind, "Unless you wish for me to leave." He looked at her from the side of his face, and she sighed.
"Never that sir," She said, dumping the dishes in the nearby skin. They crackled and broke at which caused the pieces to tumble out, and on to the floor. She sighed again, and began to pick up the dishes, and dropping them into the dusk bin next to the mess. She skillful tried to keep herself from cutting herself, and failed for the sleep was she lacking. Blood dripped from the small cut across her palm. She studied it long and hard, and was shocked to find someone grabbing a hold of her hand, and making her held it out flat. She looked up at the person, only to see Jack there. He ripped off part of her apron, and began to tie up her hand. "Forget the pint Becca, I will be leaving. I have a ship to get back to and a Crew to baby sit." And with that, he left her side.
Becca nodded, and threw the rest of the other pieces in the bin. She heard the door slam shut, and she looked up. There was nothing, save a hat sitting on the counter in front of her. She looked at if for a few seconds, then realized whom it belonged to. She grabbed it off the counter, and ran out the door after Jack.
"One..two..three.." Jack counted to himself under his breath. He heard the sounds of bare feet running across the street stones.
Becca ran across the stones, suddenly slipping, and landed with a splat on the road. She laid there for a moment, the wind knocked out of her small body. As she gasped for air, as two hands pulled her to her feet. "You couldn't have missed me for that long, luv." Jack's voice said to her. She nodded for a second, trying now to place where she had heard that voice before all this. She held out his hat, and stared at his eyes. This was the first time she got a good look at him.
Jack raised an eyebrow at her, and took it from her. "I see, well, see you later luv." He turned to leave, only she still had a hold of the hat. Needless to say there was a nice ripping sound. There was a pause, and jack turned around, "Love, I need that."
Becca looked at him, "You!" She said, looking at him, then turned to run. She only remembers him as someone who had taken her into slavery, and there was no way in hell she was just going to stand there. Jack did the first thing that can to mind, by grabbing her. That was a mistake, for she began to scream. Jack pulled her in close, and throwing his hand over her month.
"Now listen, I have no clue who you think I am, but I don't think you have the right idea. Now I am going to take my hand off your month, don't scream." Jack removed his hand, and she screamed. It flew back on, "I am sorry, let me make it clearer..do not scream. Or I may be force to do something nasty." He moved his hand, and she screamed again.
This was getting nowhere, and Jack is not the friendly drunk to get angry. He grabbed his pistol and held it in front of her. "Now just clam down." She began to kick at his shins by this point, but her eyes did widen at the pistol. She only began to struggle more, and Jack was left with one choice. He used the butt of the pistol to knock her out. She fell limp in his arms. "Well," He sighed, "If that is the only way to get you on the pearl."
Needless to say, Becca had a huge headache when she woke up. She looked around, and almost panicked, this was not her room. She looked up to see the sun shinning and nothing but a blue ocean out the window. She slowly slipped out of bed, and rubbed her head, and looked down at her feet. That was when she realized she was only wearing her underwear. "EEP!" She grabbed the covers and wrapped them around herself. "Were am I?"
"Welcome to the Black pearl!" A voice said, making her jump. There Jack stood in the doorway, smirking. "What, got a hang over?"
"Where are my clothes?"
"I unno, maybe the crew took them."
Becca sighed; it was going to be a long day.