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Author's Note: This one's a bit longer. I'm not sure if it's too dragged on so review please and give me suggestions. I don't want to bore anyone.
On with the show:
Catherine walked through the busy streets of Tortuga quickly. She was always uneasy in this town at night, and this night was no acception. As she passed a certain tavern she stopped dead in her tracks if only for a moment to remember him. She replayed the sound of his voice in her head. A small sigh came from her as she shook her head and walked on. "He's probably long gone by now." She said quietly. 'And why would you want anything to do with him, anyway? He's a disgusting, perverted man who you shouldn't have even conversed with!' Angered by her thoughts, Catherine walked faster, trying harder to get away from the darkness of the town which influenced her thoughts to that of him. 'Captain Jack Sparrow, was it?'
"Look who it is!" Came the deep, laughing voice that had haunted Catherine's thoughts. She felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and a nose press up against her cheek as she was halted from her pace "I thought I'd never see you again, love! Come back for more of ol' Jack?"
"I certainly did not!" Catherine cried. She pulled away from Jack quickly, causing them both to stumble in opposite directions.
"Now love! I don't bite." He said somewhat softly, regaining his compusure and stumbling closer to her. "Come on with me, lass! We never did get to those drinks the other night, now did we?"
Catherine began to protest, but found herself being dragged into a shady, dark pub by a seemingly shady, dark man. He pulled her over to a booth and nearly pushed her onto the seat as he smoothly sat across from her.
"Drinks all around!" He excaimed, pushing his arms out to the sides and grinning madly.
"That's quite alright, Mr. Sparrow. I'll just be on my way." She was beginning to fear the spontaneity of this man. She could never tell what he would do next.
"Nonsense, love." She sighed in defeat as Jack called for two glasses of rum.
"I told you, rum is a disgusting, vile drink!" Catherine sputtered, scruntching her nose up to show her complete distaste for Captain Sparrow at the moment.
"You need to get an open mind, love." Jack said calmy and smiled as the rum was delivered to the table. He raised his eyebrows at Catherine and then his glass. "Here's to rum!" He grinned wildly and promptly drained the contents of the mug.
Catherine, however, watched the scene in disgust. "I bet you couldn't even handle rum if you wanted to, anyway." Jack laughed, whiping his mouth off with the sleeve of his already too dirty shirt.
"I should hope you learn some manners, Mr. Sparrow."
Jack rolled his eyes are her and sighed too exasperatedly.
Catherine ignored his reaction and looked at him in wonder. "And how do you know if I can or can not hold my liquor?" She asked, obviously offended.
"Because you're a lady and not some whore!" He nearly shouted his comment, pushing his hands out to her from across the table as if he expected her to put her hands into his. Catherine scoffed and kicked at his legs angrily.
"Oh, come now love. You couldn't even handle the taste of rum. How do you expect me to believe you'd be able to keep it down then? Rum isn't some fine wine, you know. You don't just sip at it." He tilted his head to the side and gazed at her solemnly. "Just merely there to be enjoyed." His lips then parted slowly into an inviting grin. He then pushed her glass towards her slowly, never letting his eyes part from hers.
Catherine suddenly felt uneasy, but let the feeling pass. She glanced down at the mug of dark liquid, which had been pushed nearly to the edge of the table, and back to Jack's smirking face. In one quick gesture she lifted the mug up to her lips and drank.
Once the rum was finished she dropped the glass back down to the table and glared at Jack, "I told you I could."
"Aye, lass, you drank it. But you said you could also hold it down."
"I will." She responded meakly, staring in disbelief at her now empty mug.
"That's a girl!" Jack exclaimed, waiving to the barkeep for another round of drinks. "Soon enough you'll be drinking like us pirates!" He reached over the table and patted her shoulder with his hand firmly.
Catherine's head snapped up quickly and her expression went from shock to anger. "YOU!" She shouted abruptly, "A pirate!"
"That's right love . . ." He said, obviously bemused. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, infamous pirate of the Caribbean, and the whole world!" Pride had overtaken the surprise in his voice and he shot her another of his cheeky grins.
"But pirates are awful, ugly creatures and I want no part of them!" She cried out, jumping up from her seat and stomping away madly, fighting back her tears. How could the man who haunted her thoughts night and day be nothing but a terrible, awful, ihorrible pirate?/i
Her mind was racing and as she exited the pub she allowed her waiting tears to stream down her face. 'Why do you do such things to yourself, Catherine? And you honestly were falling for the stupid man!'
Jack, however, was not exactly pleased at her reaction and came stumbling out of the pub after her. He saw her and grinned, forgetting the reason he was angry as his thoughts became filled with the young beauty in front of him. He stumbled and slid over to her and grabbed her from behind, his hands clasping together at her waist.
"Why'd you run off from Captain Jack, love?" He slurred quietly into her ear, only a hint of charm in his voice.
"You're a bloody pirate!" She shouted, throwing him off of her and backing off.
"So?" He asked, concentrating on balancing himself. "The way I see it love, is-" Jack's face suddenly turned a pale shade of green as he clutched his stomach and fell to his knees. "I don't feel very well . . ." He moaned.
Catherine looked away as the contents of his stomach found themselves a new home on the side of the pub.
"Filthy pirates!"
Author's Note: This one's a bit longer. I'm not sure if it's too dragged on so review please and give me suggestions. I don't want to bore anyone.
On with the show:
Catherine walked through the busy streets of Tortuga quickly. She was always uneasy in this town at night, and this night was no acception. As she passed a certain tavern she stopped dead in her tracks if only for a moment to remember him. She replayed the sound of his voice in her head. A small sigh came from her as she shook her head and walked on. "He's probably long gone by now." She said quietly. 'And why would you want anything to do with him, anyway? He's a disgusting, perverted man who you shouldn't have even conversed with!' Angered by her thoughts, Catherine walked faster, trying harder to get away from the darkness of the town which influenced her thoughts to that of him. 'Captain Jack Sparrow, was it?'
"Look who it is!" Came the deep, laughing voice that had haunted Catherine's thoughts. She felt an arm wrap around her shoulder and a nose press up against her cheek as she was halted from her pace "I thought I'd never see you again, love! Come back for more of ol' Jack?"
"I certainly did not!" Catherine cried. She pulled away from Jack quickly, causing them both to stumble in opposite directions.
"Now love! I don't bite." He said somewhat softly, regaining his compusure and stumbling closer to her. "Come on with me, lass! We never did get to those drinks the other night, now did we?"
Catherine began to protest, but found herself being dragged into a shady, dark pub by a seemingly shady, dark man. He pulled her over to a booth and nearly pushed her onto the seat as he smoothly sat across from her.
"Drinks all around!" He excaimed, pushing his arms out to the sides and grinning madly.
"That's quite alright, Mr. Sparrow. I'll just be on my way." She was beginning to fear the spontaneity of this man. She could never tell what he would do next.
"Nonsense, love." She sighed in defeat as Jack called for two glasses of rum.
"I told you, rum is a disgusting, vile drink!" Catherine sputtered, scruntching her nose up to show her complete distaste for Captain Sparrow at the moment.
"You need to get an open mind, love." Jack said calmy and smiled as the rum was delivered to the table. He raised his eyebrows at Catherine and then his glass. "Here's to rum!" He grinned wildly and promptly drained the contents of the mug.
Catherine, however, watched the scene in disgust. "I bet you couldn't even handle rum if you wanted to, anyway." Jack laughed, whiping his mouth off with the sleeve of his already too dirty shirt.
"I should hope you learn some manners, Mr. Sparrow."
Jack rolled his eyes are her and sighed too exasperatedly.
Catherine ignored his reaction and looked at him in wonder. "And how do you know if I can or can not hold my liquor?" She asked, obviously offended.
"Because you're a lady and not some whore!" He nearly shouted his comment, pushing his hands out to her from across the table as if he expected her to put her hands into his. Catherine scoffed and kicked at his legs angrily.
"Oh, come now love. You couldn't even handle the taste of rum. How do you expect me to believe you'd be able to keep it down then? Rum isn't some fine wine, you know. You don't just sip at it." He tilted his head to the side and gazed at her solemnly. "Just merely there to be enjoyed." His lips then parted slowly into an inviting grin. He then pushed her glass towards her slowly, never letting his eyes part from hers.
Catherine suddenly felt uneasy, but let the feeling pass. She glanced down at the mug of dark liquid, which had been pushed nearly to the edge of the table, and back to Jack's smirking face. In one quick gesture she lifted the mug up to her lips and drank.
Once the rum was finished she dropped the glass back down to the table and glared at Jack, "I told you I could."
"Aye, lass, you drank it. But you said you could also hold it down."
"I will." She responded meakly, staring in disbelief at her now empty mug.
"That's a girl!" Jack exclaimed, waiving to the barkeep for another round of drinks. "Soon enough you'll be drinking like us pirates!" He reached over the table and patted her shoulder with his hand firmly.
Catherine's head snapped up quickly and her expression went from shock to anger. "YOU!" She shouted abruptly, "A pirate!"
"That's right love . . ." He said, obviously bemused. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, infamous pirate of the Caribbean, and the whole world!" Pride had overtaken the surprise in his voice and he shot her another of his cheeky grins.
"But pirates are awful, ugly creatures and I want no part of them!" She cried out, jumping up from her seat and stomping away madly, fighting back her tears. How could the man who haunted her thoughts night and day be nothing but a terrible, awful, ihorrible pirate?/i
Her mind was racing and as she exited the pub she allowed her waiting tears to stream down her face. 'Why do you do such things to yourself, Catherine? And you honestly were falling for the stupid man!'
Jack, however, was not exactly pleased at her reaction and came stumbling out of the pub after her. He saw her and grinned, forgetting the reason he was angry as his thoughts became filled with the young beauty in front of him. He stumbled and slid over to her and grabbed her from behind, his hands clasping together at her waist.
"Why'd you run off from Captain Jack, love?" He slurred quietly into her ear, only a hint of charm in his voice.
"You're a bloody pirate!" She shouted, throwing him off of her and backing off.
"So?" He asked, concentrating on balancing himself. "The way I see it love, is-" Jack's face suddenly turned a pale shade of green as he clutched his stomach and fell to his knees. "I don't feel very well . . ." He moaned.
Catherine looked away as the contents of his stomach found themselves a new home on the side of the pub.
"Filthy pirates!"