-

Hours passed and the dim outline of land drifted over the horizon. After much contemplation, you decided to categorize both the men.

Will was straight up handsome, polite and well formed. His attire was well procured; his hair pulled back in a neat fashion and his face wasn't too dirtied. But he was also stubborn, too narrow minded, too uptight and seemingly stared at you as if you were a common whore.

Jack on the other hand, was smart, witty, unique, odd, polite to a degree, rude to the same degree, and over all -

A smart ass, you let a small scoff out.

He had an unusual scent of alcohol, sea and something spicy, had several tattoos, and wore kohl on his eyes and obscure clothing. He walked as if constantly tipsy, or had a life at sea for what seemed like years on end.

Yet, for what reason you weren't sure of, you physically knew that Jack Sparrow was mildly attractive in a different way than Will.

Mildly is an understatement…

Sighing, you leaned back onto the deck and let the evening sun tease your skin.

-

Docking at Tortuga wasn't as fun as you would want it to be. As soon as your feet touched the cobblestone of the streets, you were given looks from disgusting men, sneers from prostitutes and scowls from everything else.

You had resolved to tagging along behind Jack and Will. As soon as the three of you had arrived within the mobbed streets, you had realised that wearing naught but a bodice was a very bad statement. Even for a place secluded with whores.

Coming to a halt, you suddenly noticed that Jack had a walking stick and was swinging it carelessly around while talking to Will.

"... More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy?" The two men scanned the ever aggressive, seductive, contorted, proliferous bouquet of Tortuga.

"What do you think?" Jack asked enthusiastically. You frown at a man who sat below a very large woman who so willingly poured grog into his open mouth.

"Hello missy!"

You jump as a grubby old man grabs your behind roughly and sneers at you with dirtied, lust filled eyes. A cringe forms on your face as he breathes upon your skin as you back up into a wall.

Highly doubting that even if you screamed, no one would hear you at all, you suddenly feel a warm arm coil around your waist and pull you towards them.

"She's already taken, mate." Jack growled threateningly. The old man muttered something then trudged off.

A relieving sigh comes from your lips. "Thanks Jack", you go to leave but you find Jack's arm still firmly around your waist. "Jack? You can let go now."

An impish smile forms upon his lips before he lets go and leads both you and will into the inner street. Before anything is said, a petite sized red head had approached. Noticing, Jack spun around and greeted her.

"Scarlet!" Before any formalities can be shared, the lady snapped out her hand and slapped him hard across the face before disappearing again.

"Not sure I deserved that…" Jack muttered in a slight confusion. As he turned back, another woman had approached. The curvaceous blond glared daggers into Jack's face.

"'Ho was she?"

"Wha -" as quick as lightening, her hand connected with his already pained cheek. You wince as Jack rubbed the stinging flesh.

"May 'ave deserved that…" Jack muttered as he rubbed his redding cheek.

"A favourite with the ladies, Jack?" you ask as you follow him down the street.

He spun around and raised an eyebrow, "Depends in what department."

You can't quiet decide whether to laugh, frown or mock anger. Frowning, you decide that slight mock anger and amusement is the way to go. Linking arms with you and beckoning Will to follow, Jack begun his grand tour of his own Heaven.

"Now, that's a bar, that one is too, that's a brothel, that's a tavern, and that's a whore house - "

Following Jack, you wonder how such a place could exist. Fighting in the open, drinking and drowning in alcohol, stenches that you didn't know existed and women in all shapes, nationalities and sizes in all the same job description. Jack has stopped you in front of a barn.

" And this is where our dear helper will tend to our problems."

-

Following Jack down a set of stairs, you find that the variety of stenches was just updated. Stepping onto the muddy ground, you eye the sleeping fellow resting on the stomach of an equally sleeping pig.

"Will, hand me that bucket of water - " Will handed Jack the bucket. Without hesitation, he tipped the bucket onto the man.

"Curse you for breathing, you slack jawed idiot - " The abused man had shot up and instantly procured a pistol from within his vest. Realisation set over his features and he lowered his weapon.

"Mother's love! Jack! You should know better then to wake a man when he's sleeping. 'S bad luck."

Jack smirked, "Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys, the man who was sleeping, a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking."

The man smiled and nodded, "Aye, that'll about do it-"

Before the already wet man could say more, you relentlessly shower him with another bucket of water.

"Blast! I'm already awake!" He bellowed angrily.

Lowering the bucket, you nervously smile and shrug, "That was for the smell."

-

Entering The Faithful Bride, Jack led both Will and yourself towards an unoccupied table.

"I just need to have a quick chat with my 'ole friend Mr Gibbs," he picked up two tankards from a nearby table and asked the bartender to fill them up, "make yourselves at home, savvy?"

Minutes passed then Will broke the silence, "This is very…different…"

You nod in agreement and move your chair over just as a man collapsed drunkenly where your seat had been only moments ago.

An hour passed before you decided to check on Jack and Mr Gibbs. Will following you, you walked past the left over drunks and to their table.

"And that's when they made me their chief!" Jack proclaimed happily towards the three women who swooned happily on him.

You tap him on the shoulder, "Jack, I think we better go?"

"'E's not goin' any where!" One of the women objected with a dry cockney accent. You turn to her and glare.

"I would move if I were you." You threaten.

"Or what, missy?" The woman retorted while standing up.

"Or its my fist in your face, missy." There's a chorus of 'Oh's' and Jack is drunkenly beaming at you.

Knowing that the whore is ready to claw at your face, you catch her hand before it makes contact with your cheek. "Wrong move," you snap before slamming your fist into her face and sending her crashing into Gibbs.

Heaving Jack up with the help of Will, you head towards the stairs with the sound of catcalls and cheering behind you.

"That wasn't necessary", Will states as you reach the second story.

"It was brilliant!" Jack suddenly says before slumping again. Sighing, you turn to face Will.

"Look, I'll take care of him from here. Go on and find a room." You say while Jack rested an arm around your shoulder.

Will shook his head, "Are you sure? He doesn't look like he's in any condition to be reasonable. Not that he ever is reasonable."

A small chuckle escapes your lips and you push the door open, "Don't worry. He'll be fine."

Stepping into the room that isn't occupied, you loose your grip on Jack for one moment and he slumps onto the ground and a pained groaned comes from him. You wince, close the door and help him back up.

He stares cynically at you, and you frown in confusion.

"What?" you ask.

Without any warning, he leans over and licks your cheek. You continue to stare confusingly at the drunken pirate. His face is close enough for you to smell the salt on his skin.

"Y-you smell like f-fruit." He says in a drunken slur before almost stumbling again. You help him regain his stature, coax him towards the bed and let him fall onto the mattress.

"I smell like fruit?" You ask while sitting down next to his slumped form, "You licked me, Jack. I think you mean I taste like fruit."

"Same thing." The pillows muffled his voice.

"Jack, you're very confusing." You say without much thought, but are mildly surprised to find that all of a sudden he is sitting up and staring at you.

"Me? Confusing? Excuse me manners lass, but it's utterly most clear tha' yer' the most confusing thing that's ever graced me presence!" Jack suddenly stated, his body swaying slightly as he spoke with animated hands.

You frown, "What?"

Once again without any warning, your grabbed around the waist, rolled over onto your back with Jack now resting on top of you with his head nestled in your chest. You find that in no way can you move because his entire body weight is holding you down.

"Jack?"

You hear him let out a disgruntled sigh.

"No more talking." He says in a low tone before there is nothing more but silence.

-

Your suddenly thrown awake when a palm comes crashing down and smacks you hard on the backside. You groan and find that you feel slightly chilled and the sheets of the bed have now been pulled away from your grasp.

Opening your eyes, you find that a shirtless pirate is beaming at you with utter most amusement.

"Wakey Wakey!" Jack bellows before readying to slap your backside once more. Annoyingly, you sit up and squint the sleep from your eyes. Before you even think of what's going on, your eyes are suddenly skirting over the bare chest man who is walking around the room looking for something.

Coming to your senses, you ask, "What are you looking for?"

"My shirt an' hat."

Once again, you can't help but frown in confusion, "Your hat is somewhere near the door and I dunno where your shirt is because you fell asleep with it on."

Jack grins at you, "Perhaps ye' took it off?"

You stand up and stretch, "If I was going to take anything off you Jack, it would be your hands."

Jack lifted his hands and inspected them because almost protecting them behind him, "Why?"

You laugh, "Because it seems those things have a mind of their own. You pinned me down last night and fell asleep on top of me. My lower half was numb for some time."

"I musta' had absolute fun last night then", he retorted while pulling his shirt from behind a chair. A small laugh came from your lips as you follow him out of the window other than pass the tavern owner and pay the nights stay.

Meeting Will by the market, Jack led both of you down the crowded streets of fruits, clothes, food, beads, jewellery, goods and what nots. You watch Jack's continuously moving hands snatch up various things without any shop owners noticing. He hands you an apple, while keeping a banana for himself.

"How does he do that?" Will asks you as you both follow Jack down to the docks. You shrug.

"No idea, but at least the apple is good."