I'm so sorry that I said I would update within two days, and didn't.
Homework's been a bitch! Hope that you all enjoy chapter 7!!!!!
The next three days grant you absolutely no sleep whatsoever. An endless stream of commands from Jack and never-ending errands is what you receive. As evening settles on the third day, you slump against the side of the Interceptor and take a bite of a piece of stale bread (unfortunately, no hamburgers were stored below decks. Stupid 17th century...) You allow a cool breeze to relax you as you sit, tired form a day's hard work, with your pitiful excuse for food in your dry, calloused hand. Sighing, you take another bite, and look towards the stern, where Jack still mans the wheel, refusing the job to either you or Will.
"Violet! Lower the sails a tad, will ya luv?" Jack calls over to you. Slowly turning to face him, you stand reply,
"I....cannot...take ...this....anymore. We...need...a....CREW!" Jack looks bewildered for a moment at your rather unexpected outraged, then finally finds the words to speak.
"That's why we're goin' to Tortuga, luv." He nods his head towards the horizon. Still shaking with exhaustion, you turn around. In the far distance, you can see the linings of an island looming on the horizon. Land!!! FINALLY!!!
"Will, seeing as 'ow our young Violet 'ere is too high an' noble to put in 'er share 'o' work, can ye be a good lad an' lower the sails fer me?" Jack asks Will who was currently taking a break for a frugal meal as well. Normally, you would now feel embarrassed and quickly apologize, but not now. You are way too tired. Ships as grand and complex as this one were not meant to be crewed by three people. At least ten, but NOT three!
You display a look of scorn at your bread, and hastily throw it over- board. Let the fish choke on it.
A good hour and a half comes and goes before you finally sail into the cove of Tortuga. Already, you can hear random gunshots and drunken laughter coming from the loud and noisy town. 'Oh dear, what am I getting myself into?' you think to yourself as you nervously grip the side of the ship with both hands.
"Alright you two, stick close ta me, an' don't get yerself killed!" Jack announces as the ship docks. He swaggers towards the side of the Interceptor, and leaps off onto the dock, soon accompanied by both you and Will. Glancing at Will, you notice that a worried frown lies on his face as well. Completely and utterly at home, Jack begins to saunter down the dock that is much different than Port Royale's. Drunken harbor masters sit on top of barrels, singing serenades to the moon with large mugs of rum in their dirty, pudgy hands.
"Jack, can't I just stay on the boat?" you ask nervously as a scraggly pirate literally burps into your face.
"Sure ye can! If ye want to spend the night there...alone." Jack replies, as the three of you come upon the gates of the town.
"Nevermind, then." You simper feebly. The smell of rum and gunpowder fill your nostrils as the three of you enter the noisy town. Jack comfortably weaves in and out of the many whores and drunks milling about the dark streets, with you and Will close behind, jaws open as you both look around at your new surroundings. As you round another corner, you hear Jack speak to the both of you,
"More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? Whaddya think?"
"It'll linger..." you utter, your nostrils stinging with the strong odor of rum that is far from sweet. Glancing at Will beside you, to see if he agrees, you catch him staring at you oddly....Oh!! Whoops! You stole his line without even meaning to! Now that's what you'd call ironic!
"I'll tell ye," Jack continues, gesturing his hands around the bustling town square, "If every town in the world were like this one, no man, or woman for that matter," he nods toward you, "would EVER feel unwanted." Jack's attention suddenly swings toward a young woman with a scarlet red dress, walking heatedly in your direction.
"Scarlet!" Jack greets enthusiastically, but before another word is spoken, she slaps her hand across his face smartly and walks away with even more anger to her stride, if possible. "Not sure I deserved that!" Jack looks back at you with a questioning glare. Still upon recovering from the harsh blow, he looks up to find another woman facing him, with a hand on her tiny hip.
"Giselle!" he greets, less enthusiastically. "Who's she?" she sulks in a high, sultry voice nodding at you as you help Jack regain his balance.
"What?" Jack returns stupidly before being smacked again.
"I may 'ave deserved that." Jack utters into your face as you help him straighten his hat, that had been driven askew.
"Right, now!" Jack shakes and dusts himself off a bit before continuing.
"Follow me!" Hearing Will sigh impatiently behind you, you both follow Jack behind many more dark alleys. Eventually, fewer women and drunks are seen looming the streets as you head farther and farther from the town square. Sniffing loudly, you smell a new odor in the air; the smell of pigs. Jack suddenly holds up an arm to stop both of you in your tracks as he gazes down at something. Looking down, you see a sleeping figure of Gibbs, lying amongst at least a dozen dirty pigs. Lifting a bucket from the ground, and scooping it full of water from the pig's trough, Jack douses Gibbs with the murky, cold water. With a start, Gibbs awakes, unsheathing a small dagger from his belt.
"Curse ya fer breathin' ya slack-jawed idiot!" Gibbs points accusingly at the three of you standing over him. Coming to a realization soon, he sheathes his dagger again.
"Mother's Love! Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleepin'! 'S bad luck!"
"Ah, fortunately, I know 'ow ta counter it," Jack kneels down to the level of Gibbs and slants his head from side to side as he continues to speak,
"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!" After a slight (very slight) consideration, Gibbs nods and takes Jack's hand to hoist himself from his bed of pigs,
"Aye, that'll about do it!"
A dash of cold water splashes across you arm, as Will throws yet another bucket of water upon Gibbs.
"Blast! I'm already awake!" Gibbs sputters with anger at the shock of cold water.
"That was for the smell." Will reasons. Gibbs' anger dies away quickly as he eventually shrugs in agreement.
Jack and Gibbs walk farther ahead, talking quietly to one another as you and Will follow a ways behind.
"I fail to understand at how Jack meeting up with old friends of his, will give us an advantage of helping Miss Swann!" Will vents to you. You trip slightly over an overturned barrel, and Will politely takes you hand to help you up. (Gosh! None of the guys that you know are this polite!)
"Well," you reply to Will, "I think that Gibbs is gonna help us find a crew. I don't think Jack just met up with him to get drunk or anything."
Meeting up with Jack and Gibbs once again, the four of you enter a tavern near the town square. Upon opening the door, a mass of screams and shouts deafen your ears. It appears that a slight brawl has broken out. You feel a tad safer as you straddle up beside Jack, knowing that no harm can come for you if you stay by his side. No sooner do you take a few steps inside, however, when you are suddenly pulled down by your arm into a rather large, drunk and nasty pirate's sweaty lap, smelling to high heavens of liquor. He immediately begins to prod and poke you in a most un- gentlemanly manner.
"Aye, Sparrow!' he shouts after Jack, "Got yerself a new trollip, do ya? Mind if I borrow yer lass fer awhile?" he pulls you closer so that you two are nearly nose to nose. (Oh God!) Your heart pounds in fear at the prospect of this terrifying new predicament. However, before you are molested any further, an arm, as if from nowhere, drags you up from the pirate's lap to standing position. Jack Sparrow forcefully pushes you behind him and glares down at the drunkard.
"She's no trollip, mate. She's a member of me crew. An' if ya touch her agin, I'll 'ave ta kill ye, savvy?" Jack states gravely. The pirate's drunken smile quickly disappears as he hastily stands and herds himself toward the opposite end of the room. With your heart still beating, Jack turns to you and murmurs quietly in your ear,
"Ya wanna watch yerself, luv. Lotta nasty men 'n' these parts."
Nodding slowly, you follow Jack to a dark corner of the room, weaving in and out of the mass of raging bodies clawing at each other with drunken rage, where both Gibbs and Will stand gazing worriedly at you.
"Wouldn't worry about it, lass! Twas jus' a bit 'o' bad luck that caught ya there!' Gibbs nods reassuringly at your obviously still frightened expression. Returning the smile, you hear Jack say,
"I'll go an' get the rum. You three wait 'ere." Jack disappears into the brawl once more to fetch rum for himself and Gibbs. You watch the roving, towering shadows dance across the walls the tavern as you hear Gibbs sit himself at a deserted table behind you. After a moment of you and Will standing in awkward silence, Jack returns, with two mugs of rum in his hands. As he passes the both of you, he makes a move to sit opposite Gibbs at the table, but unexpectedly turns his stance towards you, surprising you so that you trip a few steps backwards and fall back into Will's arms.
"Keep a sharp eye..." Jack nervously roves his eyes around the room until they finally rest on you again. With that he steps back and sits opposite Gibbs and begins to talk in quite voices. You don't need to hear them to know what they are saying though, you've seen the movie.
Turning back to Will, you see him anxiously dart his eyes back and forth, almost as if he was expecting to be attacked at any moment. You decide to try to talk him into calming down.
"So..you, uh, must really love this Swann girl if you're willing to go through all this trouble to save her, ya know?" Will's eyes seem to soften at the mention of Elizabeth and he turns toward you with a slightly calmer disposition.
"I'd die for her." He utters quietly.
"So I've heard." You reply with a smile.
"Violet, may I ask you a question?" Will leans closer to you.
"Uh, sure. Anything!" you shrug.
"Do you really trust this Jack Sparrow?" His gaze is intent, hanging upon your answer.
"Of course I do! I mean, he may be kinda weird and freaky at first..." You nod as you do a quick imitation of Jack, "but he's a good man, trust me, Will." You smile earnestly.
"-let's just say it's a matter of leverage.." you see Will's head snap up at the sound of these words uttered from Jack. His attention is cut short however, by the bodice of a large woman bashing into him from behind. Helping Will stand back upright again, you laugh to yourself as you say,
"Geez! Can't anyone stand erect in this joint?"
Please Review!!! Sorry, if this wasn't a good chapter. It's almost ten 'o' clock here, and I'm kinda tired.
The next three days grant you absolutely no sleep whatsoever. An endless stream of commands from Jack and never-ending errands is what you receive. As evening settles on the third day, you slump against the side of the Interceptor and take a bite of a piece of stale bread (unfortunately, no hamburgers were stored below decks. Stupid 17th century...) You allow a cool breeze to relax you as you sit, tired form a day's hard work, with your pitiful excuse for food in your dry, calloused hand. Sighing, you take another bite, and look towards the stern, where Jack still mans the wheel, refusing the job to either you or Will.
"Violet! Lower the sails a tad, will ya luv?" Jack calls over to you. Slowly turning to face him, you stand reply,
"I....cannot...take ...this....anymore. We...need...a....CREW!" Jack looks bewildered for a moment at your rather unexpected outraged, then finally finds the words to speak.
"That's why we're goin' to Tortuga, luv." He nods his head towards the horizon. Still shaking with exhaustion, you turn around. In the far distance, you can see the linings of an island looming on the horizon. Land!!! FINALLY!!!
"Will, seeing as 'ow our young Violet 'ere is too high an' noble to put in 'er share 'o' work, can ye be a good lad an' lower the sails fer me?" Jack asks Will who was currently taking a break for a frugal meal as well. Normally, you would now feel embarrassed and quickly apologize, but not now. You are way too tired. Ships as grand and complex as this one were not meant to be crewed by three people. At least ten, but NOT three!
You display a look of scorn at your bread, and hastily throw it over- board. Let the fish choke on it.
A good hour and a half comes and goes before you finally sail into the cove of Tortuga. Already, you can hear random gunshots and drunken laughter coming from the loud and noisy town. 'Oh dear, what am I getting myself into?' you think to yourself as you nervously grip the side of the ship with both hands.
"Alright you two, stick close ta me, an' don't get yerself killed!" Jack announces as the ship docks. He swaggers towards the side of the Interceptor, and leaps off onto the dock, soon accompanied by both you and Will. Glancing at Will, you notice that a worried frown lies on his face as well. Completely and utterly at home, Jack begins to saunter down the dock that is much different than Port Royale's. Drunken harbor masters sit on top of barrels, singing serenades to the moon with large mugs of rum in their dirty, pudgy hands.
"Jack, can't I just stay on the boat?" you ask nervously as a scraggly pirate literally burps into your face.
"Sure ye can! If ye want to spend the night there...alone." Jack replies, as the three of you come upon the gates of the town.
"Nevermind, then." You simper feebly. The smell of rum and gunpowder fill your nostrils as the three of you enter the noisy town. Jack comfortably weaves in and out of the many whores and drunks milling about the dark streets, with you and Will close behind, jaws open as you both look around at your new surroundings. As you round another corner, you hear Jack speak to the both of you,
"More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? Whaddya think?"
"It'll linger..." you utter, your nostrils stinging with the strong odor of rum that is far from sweet. Glancing at Will beside you, to see if he agrees, you catch him staring at you oddly....Oh!! Whoops! You stole his line without even meaning to! Now that's what you'd call ironic!
"I'll tell ye," Jack continues, gesturing his hands around the bustling town square, "If every town in the world were like this one, no man, or woman for that matter," he nods toward you, "would EVER feel unwanted." Jack's attention suddenly swings toward a young woman with a scarlet red dress, walking heatedly in your direction.
"Scarlet!" Jack greets enthusiastically, but before another word is spoken, she slaps her hand across his face smartly and walks away with even more anger to her stride, if possible. "Not sure I deserved that!" Jack looks back at you with a questioning glare. Still upon recovering from the harsh blow, he looks up to find another woman facing him, with a hand on her tiny hip.
"Giselle!" he greets, less enthusiastically. "Who's she?" she sulks in a high, sultry voice nodding at you as you help Jack regain his balance.
"What?" Jack returns stupidly before being smacked again.
"I may 'ave deserved that." Jack utters into your face as you help him straighten his hat, that had been driven askew.
"Right, now!" Jack shakes and dusts himself off a bit before continuing.
"Follow me!" Hearing Will sigh impatiently behind you, you both follow Jack behind many more dark alleys. Eventually, fewer women and drunks are seen looming the streets as you head farther and farther from the town square. Sniffing loudly, you smell a new odor in the air; the smell of pigs. Jack suddenly holds up an arm to stop both of you in your tracks as he gazes down at something. Looking down, you see a sleeping figure of Gibbs, lying amongst at least a dozen dirty pigs. Lifting a bucket from the ground, and scooping it full of water from the pig's trough, Jack douses Gibbs with the murky, cold water. With a start, Gibbs awakes, unsheathing a small dagger from his belt.
"Curse ya fer breathin' ya slack-jawed idiot!" Gibbs points accusingly at the three of you standing over him. Coming to a realization soon, he sheathes his dagger again.
"Mother's Love! Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleepin'! 'S bad luck!"
"Ah, fortunately, I know 'ow ta counter it," Jack kneels down to the level of Gibbs and slants his head from side to side as he continues to speak,
"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!" After a slight (very slight) consideration, Gibbs nods and takes Jack's hand to hoist himself from his bed of pigs,
"Aye, that'll about do it!"
A dash of cold water splashes across you arm, as Will throws yet another bucket of water upon Gibbs.
"Blast! I'm already awake!" Gibbs sputters with anger at the shock of cold water.
"That was for the smell." Will reasons. Gibbs' anger dies away quickly as he eventually shrugs in agreement.
Jack and Gibbs walk farther ahead, talking quietly to one another as you and Will follow a ways behind.
"I fail to understand at how Jack meeting up with old friends of his, will give us an advantage of helping Miss Swann!" Will vents to you. You trip slightly over an overturned barrel, and Will politely takes you hand to help you up. (Gosh! None of the guys that you know are this polite!)
"Well," you reply to Will, "I think that Gibbs is gonna help us find a crew. I don't think Jack just met up with him to get drunk or anything."
Meeting up with Jack and Gibbs once again, the four of you enter a tavern near the town square. Upon opening the door, a mass of screams and shouts deafen your ears. It appears that a slight brawl has broken out. You feel a tad safer as you straddle up beside Jack, knowing that no harm can come for you if you stay by his side. No sooner do you take a few steps inside, however, when you are suddenly pulled down by your arm into a rather large, drunk and nasty pirate's sweaty lap, smelling to high heavens of liquor. He immediately begins to prod and poke you in a most un- gentlemanly manner.
"Aye, Sparrow!' he shouts after Jack, "Got yerself a new trollip, do ya? Mind if I borrow yer lass fer awhile?" he pulls you closer so that you two are nearly nose to nose. (Oh God!) Your heart pounds in fear at the prospect of this terrifying new predicament. However, before you are molested any further, an arm, as if from nowhere, drags you up from the pirate's lap to standing position. Jack Sparrow forcefully pushes you behind him and glares down at the drunkard.
"She's no trollip, mate. She's a member of me crew. An' if ya touch her agin, I'll 'ave ta kill ye, savvy?" Jack states gravely. The pirate's drunken smile quickly disappears as he hastily stands and herds himself toward the opposite end of the room. With your heart still beating, Jack turns to you and murmurs quietly in your ear,
"Ya wanna watch yerself, luv. Lotta nasty men 'n' these parts."
Nodding slowly, you follow Jack to a dark corner of the room, weaving in and out of the mass of raging bodies clawing at each other with drunken rage, where both Gibbs and Will stand gazing worriedly at you.
"Wouldn't worry about it, lass! Twas jus' a bit 'o' bad luck that caught ya there!' Gibbs nods reassuringly at your obviously still frightened expression. Returning the smile, you hear Jack say,
"I'll go an' get the rum. You three wait 'ere." Jack disappears into the brawl once more to fetch rum for himself and Gibbs. You watch the roving, towering shadows dance across the walls the tavern as you hear Gibbs sit himself at a deserted table behind you. After a moment of you and Will standing in awkward silence, Jack returns, with two mugs of rum in his hands. As he passes the both of you, he makes a move to sit opposite Gibbs at the table, but unexpectedly turns his stance towards you, surprising you so that you trip a few steps backwards and fall back into Will's arms.
"Keep a sharp eye..." Jack nervously roves his eyes around the room until they finally rest on you again. With that he steps back and sits opposite Gibbs and begins to talk in quite voices. You don't need to hear them to know what they are saying though, you've seen the movie.
Turning back to Will, you see him anxiously dart his eyes back and forth, almost as if he was expecting to be attacked at any moment. You decide to try to talk him into calming down.
"So..you, uh, must really love this Swann girl if you're willing to go through all this trouble to save her, ya know?" Will's eyes seem to soften at the mention of Elizabeth and he turns toward you with a slightly calmer disposition.
"I'd die for her." He utters quietly.
"So I've heard." You reply with a smile.
"Violet, may I ask you a question?" Will leans closer to you.
"Uh, sure. Anything!" you shrug.
"Do you really trust this Jack Sparrow?" His gaze is intent, hanging upon your answer.
"Of course I do! I mean, he may be kinda weird and freaky at first..." You nod as you do a quick imitation of Jack, "but he's a good man, trust me, Will." You smile earnestly.
"-let's just say it's a matter of leverage.." you see Will's head snap up at the sound of these words uttered from Jack. His attention is cut short however, by the bodice of a large woman bashing into him from behind. Helping Will stand back upright again, you laugh to yourself as you say,
"Geez! Can't anyone stand erect in this joint?"
Please Review!!! Sorry, if this wasn't a good chapter. It's almost ten 'o' clock here, and I'm kinda tired.