Disclaimer: I do not own pirates of the Caribbean.that would be Disney. I
do, however, own Gianna and any other characters I made up myself.
Gianna rushed through the crowds of the meetinghouse, her eyes peeling for any sign of Victoria. She spied her kissing an adorable looking boy much younger than herself.
"Victoria!" she cried, pulling on her friend's arm with urgency.
Victoria reluctantly pulled away from her boy's embrace. She smiled serenely, and rather fakely, at the lad and turned her head of black locks toward Gianna.
"What?!" she snapped angrily.
Gianna looked from Victoria, to the boy, and back to Victoria. This was getting pretty uncomfortable.
"We're leaving.now!" Gianna shouted above the noise of the room. And, without leaving time for explanations, dragged Victoria towards the Vesuvius and up the gangplank.
"Gianna, that was completely unnecessary! He was a lot older than he looked." Victoria pleaded with her friend.
Gianna shook her head furiously and said, "Victoria, that wasn't why we had to leave, even though it heavily contributed." When Victoria looked puzzled, she continued, "I broke up a brawl and a man was badly hurt. It may even turn out fatal." Gianna sighed deeply.
Victoria nodded her acceptance and strutted towards her cabin, sensing Gianna's need to be alone. Gianna headed to the captain's quarters at the aft of the ship. As expected, there lay the man on her bed, bandaged up and cleanly. He seemed to be sleeping, so Gianna was able to get a good look at him for the first time. She looked at his face. He had dark good looks, much like her own. His skin was tan and weatherworn, obviously from many days at sea. His hair, drawn out of his face by a once-red bandana, was a mass of tendrils and dreadlocks, and the mass was littered with beads, bones, and string. His small beard was separated into two sections and braided. He smiled faintly in his sleep, perhaps having a happy dream. Gianna's eyes floated down to his exposed chest. He had an amazing body, very muscular. She shunned the thought of him being attractive, and blushed. Now she was thankful for Victoria's absence.
Suddenly the man groaned, and Gianna jumped with a yell. This caused the man to sit up quickly in bed and shout, irritating his head and back wounds.
"I'm sorry!" Gianna exclaimed as she ran over to help the man ease back onto his pillows, "You gave me quite a start!"
"I could say the same to you, luv." The man said with a lusty wink. Wink. His eyes. Dark, lined with kohl. Gianna knew those eyes. It could be none other than.Jack Sparrow! Gianna gasped aloud, covering her mouth. This is the pirate she'd read about, and always dreamed of meeting! And here he was, on her ship, in her cabin, lying in her bed!
"You're Jack Sparrow." Gianna said bluntly.
"Aye, luv, that's me," he replied. He was obviously used to his being notorious. "And about that, luv," he continued, "How'd I come to be aboard this 'ere ship? And what ship is this? And where's ye're captain? I'd be likin' to speak with him."
Gianna sighed. There would be a lot of explaining to do.
"First of all, Mr. Sparrow, this is my ship, the Vesuvius. Secondly, you came to be here when you were being beaten within and inch of your life and I happened by to save you."
Jack laughed at this.
"Lass, Jack Sparrow doesn't have to be saved from a fight by a little girl, even if she be a pretty one, savvy?"
But before Gianna could give a retort, a thought hit him. All remnants of the smile that had just been there left his face. He sunk down deep into the pillows and groaned deeply.
"Jack," Gianna said gently, sensing something was up, "May I call you that?"
Jack nodded, his face still sad and grave.
"Jack," she continued, "What's wrong? Something terrible obviously happened to you."
Jack stroked his chin absent mindedly, still looking the worse for wear. He winced in pain as he accidentally struck a cut on his face, and he started to speak, but then clammed up. He obviously didn't feel up to talking right now. Gianna got up to leave, and had her hand on the doorknob when Jack said,
"Oy, what's your name, luv?"
Gianna turned around, "Gianna Cirocco."
She then turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Jack there to think on what had happened.
Gianna rushed through the crowds of the meetinghouse, her eyes peeling for any sign of Victoria. She spied her kissing an adorable looking boy much younger than herself.
"Victoria!" she cried, pulling on her friend's arm with urgency.
Victoria reluctantly pulled away from her boy's embrace. She smiled serenely, and rather fakely, at the lad and turned her head of black locks toward Gianna.
"What?!" she snapped angrily.
Gianna looked from Victoria, to the boy, and back to Victoria. This was getting pretty uncomfortable.
"We're leaving.now!" Gianna shouted above the noise of the room. And, without leaving time for explanations, dragged Victoria towards the Vesuvius and up the gangplank.
"Gianna, that was completely unnecessary! He was a lot older than he looked." Victoria pleaded with her friend.
Gianna shook her head furiously and said, "Victoria, that wasn't why we had to leave, even though it heavily contributed." When Victoria looked puzzled, she continued, "I broke up a brawl and a man was badly hurt. It may even turn out fatal." Gianna sighed deeply.
Victoria nodded her acceptance and strutted towards her cabin, sensing Gianna's need to be alone. Gianna headed to the captain's quarters at the aft of the ship. As expected, there lay the man on her bed, bandaged up and cleanly. He seemed to be sleeping, so Gianna was able to get a good look at him for the first time. She looked at his face. He had dark good looks, much like her own. His skin was tan and weatherworn, obviously from many days at sea. His hair, drawn out of his face by a once-red bandana, was a mass of tendrils and dreadlocks, and the mass was littered with beads, bones, and string. His small beard was separated into two sections and braided. He smiled faintly in his sleep, perhaps having a happy dream. Gianna's eyes floated down to his exposed chest. He had an amazing body, very muscular. She shunned the thought of him being attractive, and blushed. Now she was thankful for Victoria's absence.
Suddenly the man groaned, and Gianna jumped with a yell. This caused the man to sit up quickly in bed and shout, irritating his head and back wounds.
"I'm sorry!" Gianna exclaimed as she ran over to help the man ease back onto his pillows, "You gave me quite a start!"
"I could say the same to you, luv." The man said with a lusty wink. Wink. His eyes. Dark, lined with kohl. Gianna knew those eyes. It could be none other than.Jack Sparrow! Gianna gasped aloud, covering her mouth. This is the pirate she'd read about, and always dreamed of meeting! And here he was, on her ship, in her cabin, lying in her bed!
"You're Jack Sparrow." Gianna said bluntly.
"Aye, luv, that's me," he replied. He was obviously used to his being notorious. "And about that, luv," he continued, "How'd I come to be aboard this 'ere ship? And what ship is this? And where's ye're captain? I'd be likin' to speak with him."
Gianna sighed. There would be a lot of explaining to do.
"First of all, Mr. Sparrow, this is my ship, the Vesuvius. Secondly, you came to be here when you were being beaten within and inch of your life and I happened by to save you."
Jack laughed at this.
"Lass, Jack Sparrow doesn't have to be saved from a fight by a little girl, even if she be a pretty one, savvy?"
But before Gianna could give a retort, a thought hit him. All remnants of the smile that had just been there left his face. He sunk down deep into the pillows and groaned deeply.
"Jack," Gianna said gently, sensing something was up, "May I call you that?"
Jack nodded, his face still sad and grave.
"Jack," she continued, "What's wrong? Something terrible obviously happened to you."
Jack stroked his chin absent mindedly, still looking the worse for wear. He winced in pain as he accidentally struck a cut on his face, and he started to speak, but then clammed up. He obviously didn't feel up to talking right now. Gianna got up to leave, and had her hand on the doorknob when Jack said,
"Oy, what's your name, luv?"
Gianna turned around, "Gianna Cirocco."
She then turned on her heel and left the room, leaving Jack there to think on what had happened.