A/N: Since I have a tendency to read a bunch of fanfics based on different movies and then feel the need to attempt to write my own, I decided a POTC story would be fun to try. So here it is, my story. Constructive criticism would be greatly appreciated.
Disclaimer:I own nothing and take no claim to anything from POTC. I do, however, own Riley Masterson and for this chapter pacifically, The White Lilly.
The room was filled with smoke, the intense smell of alcohol, and of course, the un-godly smell of pirates. The usual for a pub in the beloved city of pirates which could only be known as Tortuga. Pirates young and old, big and small crowded the room. Some with bad teeth and some with teeth that were truly indescribable. Some smelled of liquor and sex (most likely provided by the strumpet by their sides) and some had such an odor you couldn't believe it to be human. But all of this went unfazed by everyone because you could ask anyone and they would tell you it was just a normal night at The White Lilly. But if you looked past all the drunken pirates, all the vulgar language, all the fights breaking out every two minutes over nothing, you would notice, just barely, that in the dark secluded corner of the pub, sitting in a booth all by herself, was a girl no older than 22 or so.She had dark brown hair with slightly lighter highlights caused by the sun that went to about an inch past her shoulders, dark brown eyes that almost looked black if you payed attention. She had a strong jaw line and stood at about 5'6 when she was standing. Sure she wasn't an A-class beauty queen, but she was still beautiful in her own way. She possessed this certain aura and you could tell just by looking at her she was a bit on the shy side. And if you took the time to look more carefully, you couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be troubled. Not necessarily sad or upset about something, she just seemed to be......off.
The girl, Riley Masterson, looked up from the spot on the table she was so intently watching when she heard one of the drunken pirates tell a story she knew she had heard before. She would know it anywhere, after all it was one of her all time favorites.
"So I roped the sea turtles together with human hair....from me own back!" The pirate that had been talking finished off his tale with a long swig of his rum. The pirate had on a black pair of breeches, a long shirt tucked into them that was covered in dirt, a dark brown vest over it, black boots that came to about mid leg, and a dark green coat. His outfit was completed by his tricorner(I think that's what it's called?) hat. The man had captivating brown eyes that were outlined in kohl, long black hair that was half matted and half braided and was cover with beads and other trinkets of the sort braided in. Common sense would tell you that this pirate could only be one person.....Captain Jack Sparrow.
Riley looked towards the direction that the voice came from. 'Could it be?' she thought. She followed the voice until it lead her to the man. He had his back to her and she began to study his appearance. She started staring at the side of him so she could see every detail of his face. The more she saw, the more excited she got. Sensing that someone was watching him, Jack turned and came face to face with this girl he had never seen before.
"Can I help you love?" Jack asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Oh my sweet heavens, it's you!"
Disclaimer:I own nothing and take no claim to anything from POTC. I do, however, own Riley Masterson and for this chapter pacifically, The White Lilly.
The room was filled with smoke, the intense smell of alcohol, and of course, the un-godly smell of pirates. The usual for a pub in the beloved city of pirates which could only be known as Tortuga. Pirates young and old, big and small crowded the room. Some with bad teeth and some with teeth that were truly indescribable. Some smelled of liquor and sex (most likely provided by the strumpet by their sides) and some had such an odor you couldn't believe it to be human. But all of this went unfazed by everyone because you could ask anyone and they would tell you it was just a normal night at The White Lilly. But if you looked past all the drunken pirates, all the vulgar language, all the fights breaking out every two minutes over nothing, you would notice, just barely, that in the dark secluded corner of the pub, sitting in a booth all by herself, was a girl no older than 22 or so.She had dark brown hair with slightly lighter highlights caused by the sun that went to about an inch past her shoulders, dark brown eyes that almost looked black if you payed attention. She had a strong jaw line and stood at about 5'6 when she was standing. Sure she wasn't an A-class beauty queen, but she was still beautiful in her own way. She possessed this certain aura and you could tell just by looking at her she was a bit on the shy side. And if you took the time to look more carefully, you couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be troubled. Not necessarily sad or upset about something, she just seemed to be......off.
The girl, Riley Masterson, looked up from the spot on the table she was so intently watching when she heard one of the drunken pirates tell a story she knew she had heard before. She would know it anywhere, after all it was one of her all time favorites.
"So I roped the sea turtles together with human hair....from me own back!" The pirate that had been talking finished off his tale with a long swig of his rum. The pirate had on a black pair of breeches, a long shirt tucked into them that was covered in dirt, a dark brown vest over it, black boots that came to about mid leg, and a dark green coat. His outfit was completed by his tricorner(I think that's what it's called?) hat. The man had captivating brown eyes that were outlined in kohl, long black hair that was half matted and half braided and was cover with beads and other trinkets of the sort braided in. Common sense would tell you that this pirate could only be one person.....Captain Jack Sparrow.
Riley looked towards the direction that the voice came from. 'Could it be?' she thought. She followed the voice until it lead her to the man. He had his back to her and she began to study his appearance. She started staring at the side of him so she could see every detail of his face. The more she saw, the more excited she got. Sensing that someone was watching him, Jack turned and came face to face with this girl he had never seen before.
"Can I help you love?" Jack asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.
"Oh my sweet heavens, it's you!"