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Chapter 3 Bad Lies from Good Liars
Tara was walking with her head up in the air; something she didn't often do before sunset (which was the general time when she started her, um, job). She was very aware that her royal blue dress two sizes too small and only wearable because she was very good at tying a corset, was achieving her many stares. For the first time, this was irritating her slightly.
Being with Jack was making her feel good about herself. The fact that he tended to do more talking to her face than her breasts was also an interesting change. Though, she thought dully, he's probably the only person that I wouldn't mind doing that. But her voice kept faltering every now and then while they talked, because she would see someone dirty check her out or do a toothless, nasty grin.
Nevertheless, she was still having a great time talking with Jack as they walked to the local pub. Tara was fascinated by Jack's tale about racing across the ocean with a man (Tara didn't know his real name because Jack only called him "the whelp") to save his lover from bloodthirsty pirates. She couldn't help smiling when Jack said there wasn't a lady in his life. There was something about him that made her want to trust him. As strange and slightly off as he was, she couldn't help appreciating his company.
When they reached the pub and sat down at a small table for two, Jack ordered them two rums.
"Oh, not for me," Tara said to the barman. "I don't drink."
The barman temporarily looked stunned; probably no one had ever entered his bar before and left it sober. But Jack saved the man from his moment of confusion.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be more than happy to drink hers for her."
As the barman walked away, Jack turned to Tara. "Don't drink, eh? Why in the bloody 'ell not?"
"Well," Tara said automatically, "I need to be able to keep my head about me in my job, so it's best not to drink."
And then she froze. What had she just done? Why in the hell had she just said that? What a stupid thing to say! She glanced up at Jack, to see if he could tell that she had just flushed deep scarlet. But his drinks had just arrived, and his attention was only half on her now.
"And what is your profession, luv?" He asked, picking up his mug with his left hand, a deeply satisfying grin on his face.
"Well," Tara said, her hands twisting the handkerchief in her lap as she thought fast. "I work.I work for..um..well.I work for..Will Turner!" She spat out, her mind rushing through people she knew that actually had a job.
"Will?" Jack asked, putting his mug down for the first time and looking interested. "The whelp?"
"The...what?" Tara said, taken off guard by this random statement. But then it clicked, and her heart sank.
"Will was the man that I went with on the ship to save his wench...er...lass. Will's one of me greatest friends. You should've told me ye worked for 'im."
"Oh!" said Tara in a much higher voice than usual. "How great! What a coincidence!"
Shit.
"You know," Jack said suddenly, draining his mug and getting slowly to his feet. "I 'aven't seen ol' Will for quite a while. Why don't we go see 'im?"
Tara wanted to say something against this, but Jack grabbed her elbow and pulled her towards the exit of the pub. When they got to the door, the barman blocked the exit.
"Oh!" Jack said, turning drunkenly to Tara, a sudden, slight frown on his face. "Do you think you could take care of the tab, luv? Only, some git stole me wallet."
Tara couldn't speak. She was too stunned at what had just happened. Instead, she just took out her money bag, dropped some coins into the man's outstretched hand, and allowed Jack to steer her out of the bar.
hehehe. Thanks for reading. I know it's going a little slow, but don't worry. It's getting ready to pick up. A lot. Please review! Thanks!
Chapter 3 Bad Lies from Good Liars
Tara was walking with her head up in the air; something she didn't often do before sunset (which was the general time when she started her, um, job). She was very aware that her royal blue dress two sizes too small and only wearable because she was very good at tying a corset, was achieving her many stares. For the first time, this was irritating her slightly.
Being with Jack was making her feel good about herself. The fact that he tended to do more talking to her face than her breasts was also an interesting change. Though, she thought dully, he's probably the only person that I wouldn't mind doing that. But her voice kept faltering every now and then while they talked, because she would see someone dirty check her out or do a toothless, nasty grin.
Nevertheless, she was still having a great time talking with Jack as they walked to the local pub. Tara was fascinated by Jack's tale about racing across the ocean with a man (Tara didn't know his real name because Jack only called him "the whelp") to save his lover from bloodthirsty pirates. She couldn't help smiling when Jack said there wasn't a lady in his life. There was something about him that made her want to trust him. As strange and slightly off as he was, she couldn't help appreciating his company.
When they reached the pub and sat down at a small table for two, Jack ordered them two rums.
"Oh, not for me," Tara said to the barman. "I don't drink."
The barman temporarily looked stunned; probably no one had ever entered his bar before and left it sober. But Jack saved the man from his moment of confusion.
"Don't worry," he said. "I'll be more than happy to drink hers for her."
As the barman walked away, Jack turned to Tara. "Don't drink, eh? Why in the bloody 'ell not?"
"Well," Tara said automatically, "I need to be able to keep my head about me in my job, so it's best not to drink."
And then she froze. What had she just done? Why in the hell had she just said that? What a stupid thing to say! She glanced up at Jack, to see if he could tell that she had just flushed deep scarlet. But his drinks had just arrived, and his attention was only half on her now.
"And what is your profession, luv?" He asked, picking up his mug with his left hand, a deeply satisfying grin on his face.
"Well," Tara said, her hands twisting the handkerchief in her lap as she thought fast. "I work.I work for..um..well.I work for..Will Turner!" She spat out, her mind rushing through people she knew that actually had a job.
"Will?" Jack asked, putting his mug down for the first time and looking interested. "The whelp?"
"The...what?" Tara said, taken off guard by this random statement. But then it clicked, and her heart sank.
"Will was the man that I went with on the ship to save his wench...er...lass. Will's one of me greatest friends. You should've told me ye worked for 'im."
"Oh!" said Tara in a much higher voice than usual. "How great! What a coincidence!"
Shit.
"You know," Jack said suddenly, draining his mug and getting slowly to his feet. "I 'aven't seen ol' Will for quite a while. Why don't we go see 'im?"
Tara wanted to say something against this, but Jack grabbed her elbow and pulled her towards the exit of the pub. When they got to the door, the barman blocked the exit.
"Oh!" Jack said, turning drunkenly to Tara, a sudden, slight frown on his face. "Do you think you could take care of the tab, luv? Only, some git stole me wallet."
Tara couldn't speak. She was too stunned at what had just happened. Instead, she just took out her money bag, dropped some coins into the man's outstretched hand, and allowed Jack to steer her out of the bar.
hehehe. Thanks for reading. I know it's going a little slow, but don't worry. It's getting ready to pick up. A lot. Please review! Thanks!