Come Away With Me.
Chapter Two: One Drunk Night.
Anne Bonny had gotten herself drunk yet again. Her loud voice rose over the rest of the pub, singing the imfamous pirates' song, "Yo Ho". She swayed backwards in her stool, almost falling back a few times. And, of course, her easily understandable Southern, and a bit Irish, accent was stronger than the men trying to wrestle her out.
Jack Sparrow had just docked in Tortuga. He headed straight for the pub, starting to hear a familiar voice he hadn't heard in ten years. It seemed almost like a ghost for a moment, until he actually walked in and realized Anne was singing.
"Anne? Rediculous woman.. better get her out." the pirates thought to himself. Anne Bonny was not nice when she was drunk and Jack knew it. He headed over to the pirate woman, pulling on her arm slightly.
"Come along, love. They've had enough of you here, savvy?" With one quick pull to her arm, Anne was on her feet and leaning up to Jack to keep from falling over. She blinked a moment.
"Jack Spa'ow?" Her speech was somewhat slurred but still refined as usual. She was quite ethereal, even when drunk. Jack frowned down at the woman. He shook his head slightly.
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow." And with that, they were on their way out. Reaching the outside of the pub, Jack laughed a bit, dragging the woman behind him. "What did you eat, Anne?! Like pulling a cow or something." Anne wrinkled her nose.
"I'm not f-fat.. You're just.. just.. weak." She nodded quickly, stumbling over. "Where're we g-goin', Jack?" Anne looked forward at the docks they were headed to.
"The Pearl unless you've gotten a better idea. No point in another drunk runnin' around Tortuga." He lifted her slightly back from stumbling and walked slightly faster. Anne tried to keep pace, getting to the docks and out to the Pearl quite efficiently.
Jack had a struggle getting the young woman onto the ship though. She was more dead weight than anything and everyone knows a corpse weighs more than the live person did. Not to mention the fact that the relativly thin woman had on more guns, swords, and daggers than a small army would need.
Flopping up on deck, the pirate captain pulled his companion over the rail. He fell back, Anne being pulled right ontop of him. She giggled uncontrolably before getting up, Jack getting up quickly as well and mumbling his apologies.
"Jack Spa… Sparrow! I didn't know you were.. were.. that way. I always thought you and Pierre should talk." She grinned slightly at the mention of her old friend, Pierre the Pansy. Jack frowned.
"Of course I'm THAT way! Geez.. really think I want some pansy hanging around here?!" He yanked Anne roughly by the wrist, headed towards the captain's quarters. "You can tell me all about Pierre in the morning though if that's your fancy! Right now you need sleep. No drunk Anne is a fun drunk Anne." And with that, he pushed her once more onto the small bed in the captain's quarters, took a seat in a chair and both fell asleep just as were.
And, Annamaria would be thrilled in the morning when she came to get Jack.. Of course she would be. Who wouldn't want to meet the imfamous Anne Bonny, thirty, back from the dead, and in Jack's bed.