AN: I own none of these characters...though I wish I did own Jack. Sorry this chapter is so short, it's an introductory chapter.
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Jack was bored. He was stuck inside the gaol of Port Royale, with absolutely no entertainment, and barely any possibility of it before the gallows tomorrow morning. And no rum! He picked up a stone from the floor of the cell, threw it back down and sighed. Leaning his head back against the clammy wall, he tried shutting his eyes and thinking of the sea. Breathing deeply, he could (if he ignored the vaguely urinal smell of the Port Royale cells) smell the sea air come wafting in the windows and hear the cries of the gulls as they settled down for the night. No - that was more depressing than with his eyes open. He picked up the stone again, and a key scraped in the lock.
"Ah! Entertainment!" Jack said with a smile.
The guard said, "Stay in there, an' think on yer sins fur tomorrer! The both of yeh!"
A girl was thrown into the cell and landed on her hands and knees, scraping them on the stone. She instantly turned around, and with fire flashing in her dark eyes, took a pause and then spat directly onto the face of the fat gaoler, who gave her a dirty look and stomped off, wiping his face on his sleeve.
"You shouldn't have done that, you know," Jack said cheerfully (a girl!) "Because now he's never going to want to give you clemency 'fore the hanging tomorrow."
"Why should I care?" said the girl, defiantly, tying back her long black hair with a bit of string. "I've probably just made his face the cleanest it will ever be."
Jack laughed, and clambered up from his sitting position. He stuck out a hand and said, "I'm Jack Sparrow - Captain Jack Sparrow."
The girl shook his hand and replied with a smile "Am I to call you Cap'n Jack?"
"Naw, Jack'll do just fine for me friends...and what can I call you?"
"Me?" the girl said. "I'm Annamaria."
"And what are you in here for? The cells aren't usually graced by women, nor the gallows -"
"I'm a thief," she interrupted, "A bit of a hardened one actually, so the authorities are getting rid of me."
Jack smiled, in a flash of white and gold teeth. "And I'm a pirate, so no worries there. I think we're going to get along fine."
"Jack? Have you ever heard of the expression 'better to be hung for a sheep as for a lamb'?" Annamaria said with a wicked glint in her eye, as she felt in her skirts for something.
Jack stepped closer to her and said "I may 'ave heard of that expression, yes."
Suddenly a full bottle of rum materialised before his eyes, and beyond that, he met Annamaria's laughing eyes.
"How did you...I mean, RUM? How -" Jack sputtered, his head following the movements of the bottle as the girl waved it back and forth in front of his eyes.
"Once a thief, always a thief, I reckon." Annamaria said. "I picked it up off the bloody gaoler's table as I sauntered past!"
Jack gathered her and the bottle into a giant bear hug, and as he looked fondly at the bottle, and around the damp cold cell, he thanked God for some entertainment at last.
"I think, Annamaria, you and I are going to get along extremely well."
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Jack was bored. He was stuck inside the gaol of Port Royale, with absolutely no entertainment, and barely any possibility of it before the gallows tomorrow morning. And no rum! He picked up a stone from the floor of the cell, threw it back down and sighed. Leaning his head back against the clammy wall, he tried shutting his eyes and thinking of the sea. Breathing deeply, he could (if he ignored the vaguely urinal smell of the Port Royale cells) smell the sea air come wafting in the windows and hear the cries of the gulls as they settled down for the night. No - that was more depressing than with his eyes open. He picked up the stone again, and a key scraped in the lock.
"Ah! Entertainment!" Jack said with a smile.
The guard said, "Stay in there, an' think on yer sins fur tomorrer! The both of yeh!"
A girl was thrown into the cell and landed on her hands and knees, scraping them on the stone. She instantly turned around, and with fire flashing in her dark eyes, took a pause and then spat directly onto the face of the fat gaoler, who gave her a dirty look and stomped off, wiping his face on his sleeve.
"You shouldn't have done that, you know," Jack said cheerfully (a girl!) "Because now he's never going to want to give you clemency 'fore the hanging tomorrow."
"Why should I care?" said the girl, defiantly, tying back her long black hair with a bit of string. "I've probably just made his face the cleanest it will ever be."
Jack laughed, and clambered up from his sitting position. He stuck out a hand and said, "I'm Jack Sparrow - Captain Jack Sparrow."
The girl shook his hand and replied with a smile "Am I to call you Cap'n Jack?"
"Naw, Jack'll do just fine for me friends...and what can I call you?"
"Me?" the girl said. "I'm Annamaria."
"And what are you in here for? The cells aren't usually graced by women, nor the gallows -"
"I'm a thief," she interrupted, "A bit of a hardened one actually, so the authorities are getting rid of me."
Jack smiled, in a flash of white and gold teeth. "And I'm a pirate, so no worries there. I think we're going to get along fine."
"Jack? Have you ever heard of the expression 'better to be hung for a sheep as for a lamb'?" Annamaria said with a wicked glint in her eye, as she felt in her skirts for something.
Jack stepped closer to her and said "I may 'ave heard of that expression, yes."
Suddenly a full bottle of rum materialised before his eyes, and beyond that, he met Annamaria's laughing eyes.
"How did you...I mean, RUM? How -" Jack sputtered, his head following the movements of the bottle as the girl waved it back and forth in front of his eyes.
"Once a thief, always a thief, I reckon." Annamaria said. "I picked it up off the bloody gaoler's table as I sauntered past!"
Jack gathered her and the bottle into a giant bear hug, and as he looked fondly at the bottle, and around the damp cold cell, he thanked God for some entertainment at last.
"I think, Annamaria, you and I are going to get along extremely well."