Disclaimer: I forgot this part, teehee!! I own nothing but my own
character.
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. This is my first fanfic on here so I'm a bit nervous. Things have been positive so far and I hope that's good. Things are going to get more ARR rated later on (hehehe ARR!!).
Anyways.
GO!
Catherine walked quietly beside Captain Sparrow through the streets of Tortuga. She occasionally stole a small glance at the handsome man only to find her gaze met by his each time.
"We're almost there Mr. Sparrow." Catherine said gently.
"Aye." He replied softly, trying his best to be gentlemanly. He was unsuccessful in doing so, as he tripped over some rock while stealing a glimpse of this beautiful woman's body. Jack attempted to recover from this embarrassing display by laughing quietly. "Must've been the rum." He remarked.
"Indeed." She responded, speeding her pace.
"Wait, love. I really want to know . . . what in the hell where you doing sleeping in the middle of the street in Tortuga?"
"For your information Mr. Sparrow, I don't believe I was sleeping as I would never have picked such a place to rest."
"The what exactly did you think you were doing?"
"I don't know. I don't remember much."
"Well then love, I s'pose it's a rather good thing I found you and not somebody with less than good intentions."
"And you're telling me that you had good intentions?" Catherine raised her eyebrows and pointed a finger, prodding his chest. "I'm not as stupid as you may think, Mr. Sparrow. I've seen where you've let your gaze wonder. And I'm a lady, not some whore. So, thank you for walking me, but now I think I shall say goodbye."
Jack bowed overdramatically and smirked. "As you wish, love. Remember though, I was only doing you good. It was you who was sleeping out in the street, and if you really are the lady you say then you would know that ladies do not rest in the roads. Especially not in the roads of Tortuga. But I'll be off then, goodnight fair lady."
"I was not sleeping in the road!" Catherine nearly yelled the words out, her face glowing red as her hands slowly clenched into fists.
"Then what where you doing, exactly?"
Catherine suddenly looked dazed. "As much as I remember, Mr. Weaver and I got into an argument. I think he probably took a swing at me and it was a bit too hard. He was quite drunk though. I'm not really sure what else happened." Catherine's eyes looked off into nothing and Jack stared at her for a moment, his brow furrowed and anger flashing for a split second in his eyes.
"Well love, you must know that it is not very nice to hit a girl. Who is this man? I will have him dealt with."
"Oh, stop trying to be the hero Mr. Sparrow. I don't need you or anybody else to help me, and if you think something like this is going to win my heart then you've been reading far too many romance stories. Now, if you'll excuse me."
But Jack wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"Beg your pardon, love, but I'm not trying to be nobody's hero. And I don't need your heart, either. I have me ship and the ocean and that's all I will ever need. It is just my belief that you don't strike a girl. So go on your merry way then, and I'm terribly sorry for trying to be of help to you." Jack let hurt cross his expression only breifly and quickly replaced it with contempt as he suddenly turned on his heels and sauntered off into Tortuga.
Catherine sighed to herself and wrapped her arms around her body as a cool breeze swept through the small port town. She quietly walked over to a dark ally and slid down to the cold ground. She rested her chin on her knees and stared into the dark nothingness in front of her.
"You don't need anybody's help. Especially not his." She whispered the words to herself almost silently as she closed her eyes and allowed sleep to overtake her.
Author's Note: Thank you for the reviews. This is my first fanfic on here so I'm a bit nervous. Things have been positive so far and I hope that's good. Things are going to get more ARR rated later on (hehehe ARR!!).
Anyways.
GO!
Catherine walked quietly beside Captain Sparrow through the streets of Tortuga. She occasionally stole a small glance at the handsome man only to find her gaze met by his each time.
"We're almost there Mr. Sparrow." Catherine said gently.
"Aye." He replied softly, trying his best to be gentlemanly. He was unsuccessful in doing so, as he tripped over some rock while stealing a glimpse of this beautiful woman's body. Jack attempted to recover from this embarrassing display by laughing quietly. "Must've been the rum." He remarked.
"Indeed." She responded, speeding her pace.
"Wait, love. I really want to know . . . what in the hell where you doing sleeping in the middle of the street in Tortuga?"
"For your information Mr. Sparrow, I don't believe I was sleeping as I would never have picked such a place to rest."
"The what exactly did you think you were doing?"
"I don't know. I don't remember much."
"Well then love, I s'pose it's a rather good thing I found you and not somebody with less than good intentions."
"And you're telling me that you had good intentions?" Catherine raised her eyebrows and pointed a finger, prodding his chest. "I'm not as stupid as you may think, Mr. Sparrow. I've seen where you've let your gaze wonder. And I'm a lady, not some whore. So, thank you for walking me, but now I think I shall say goodbye."
Jack bowed overdramatically and smirked. "As you wish, love. Remember though, I was only doing you good. It was you who was sleeping out in the street, and if you really are the lady you say then you would know that ladies do not rest in the roads. Especially not in the roads of Tortuga. But I'll be off then, goodnight fair lady."
"I was not sleeping in the road!" Catherine nearly yelled the words out, her face glowing red as her hands slowly clenched into fists.
"Then what where you doing, exactly?"
Catherine suddenly looked dazed. "As much as I remember, Mr. Weaver and I got into an argument. I think he probably took a swing at me and it was a bit too hard. He was quite drunk though. I'm not really sure what else happened." Catherine's eyes looked off into nothing and Jack stared at her for a moment, his brow furrowed and anger flashing for a split second in his eyes.
"Well love, you must know that it is not very nice to hit a girl. Who is this man? I will have him dealt with."
"Oh, stop trying to be the hero Mr. Sparrow. I don't need you or anybody else to help me, and if you think something like this is going to win my heart then you've been reading far too many romance stories. Now, if you'll excuse me."
But Jack wasn't letting her go anywhere.
"Beg your pardon, love, but I'm not trying to be nobody's hero. And I don't need your heart, either. I have me ship and the ocean and that's all I will ever need. It is just my belief that you don't strike a girl. So go on your merry way then, and I'm terribly sorry for trying to be of help to you." Jack let hurt cross his expression only breifly and quickly replaced it with contempt as he suddenly turned on his heels and sauntered off into Tortuga.
Catherine sighed to herself and wrapped her arms around her body as a cool breeze swept through the small port town. She quietly walked over to a dark ally and slid down to the cold ground. She rested her chin on her knees and stared into the dark nothingness in front of her.
"You don't need anybody's help. Especially not his." She whispered the words to herself almost silently as she closed her eyes and allowed sleep to overtake her.