Hungry Eyes
Disclaimer: I sadly own none of these darling creatures, except for.ooh,better not reveal her name because the title says it all for now ;) The name is not associated with the song, true I got the title of the story FROM the song, but it has nothing to do with it. In short, I own the poetry included & my darling Hungry Eyes, otherwise the other luscious creatures belong to Disney :pouts:
Author's Notes: I got tired of reading stories that have the same plot of Will being uptight, Jack having the same dialogue of "aye,let's have us a bit of rum then.Ye savvey?" so I wanted something a little farfetched & twisted. I figured absinthe could be dragged in because I was watching "From Hell" & the trippy scene in the bathtub came on so I figured, why not?This is generally something twisted that spawned from my growing boredom of stories with predictable dialogue..& the growing headache I have from my 3 little sisters crying & irritating me (
Prologue:Portrait of Eccentricity
The cool breeze that night was slightly sprinkled with salt as it brushed past his cheeks. The moon was only half that night, sliced right down the middle but still luminated an ethereal glow along with the band of stars that never seemed to end. Silently, the ship sailed along as Will Turner leaned outside of the cabin door, his terra cotta brown eyes gazing out into the distance. He was tired, yes, but the thought of even more lands to set foot on were what kept his spirit awake. Truth was ever since Elizabeth returned to Norrington, things had been on an equal scale of easy & difficult. The easy part was just becoming somewhat of a pirate & traveling with that colorful character Jack Sparrow, the diffcult part was well.traveling with that colorful character Jack Sparrow. He rubbed his arms to try & keep himself warm then brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. "We've traveled far, you & me," a deep voice called out suddenly. It startled Will, although he knew exactly who it was. Turning the corner, he saw Jack leaning back in a chair with his legs crossed & propped on the edge of the ship. His messy, raven colored hair with exotic stones woven in was slightly hidden under his aged leather hat. He was cloaked heavily but still seemed a little chilly, in his thick hands were a sharpening stone & glistening knife. As he sharpened, Will continued to shiver slightly & blew out a cloud of cold breath as he gazed at the upcoming land. "We have, it's true. Yet it seems our travels have been losing some of their luster,Sparrow." Will replied. Jack peered out slightly from under his hat, his khol rimmed eyes sparkled & he displayed an assymetrical smile. The moon's glow made the gold capped molars glisten, which caused Will to cock his head slightly & furrow his brows, wanting to know what sort of situation Jack was conjuring up. "Boy, you've got to learn. Travels never lose their luster, it's all how you look at them." Will scoffed slightly at this & Jack raised an eyebrow out of curiosity.
"It's just..Jack, we travel far & wide & while we see these places, the people seem to never change. Just endless faces, their spirits all the same nothing different about them."
"You mean you want to meet a loon then, is that it?" Jack quipped.
"But Jack, I travel with a loon already," Will shot back coyly, "I'd just like to meet a person with a little.eccentricity mixed in." Jack stood up from his chair & slid over next to Will in a smooth motion & wrapped his hand around his shoulders slyly. The sudden touch sent a chill down Will's spine, it was a mixture of being startled & pleasure.
"Ah, but you are mistaken. You see, coming upon us are the French. Wine,fine art.& fine women." Jack replied with a devilish smile at his last comment. Will sighed, sure he loved women. But all were the same, tittering twits with large busoms & no intelligent thought. However, the French were known for being unpredictable so it sounded a bit promising. Will turned toward Jack, their faces & lips almost touching.
"Can you assure me I can find something worht my while rather than anonymous sex?" Will inquired. Jack smiled yet again,
"It's France, pet. There's bound to be something to tickle your fancy." Jack whispered in a deep voice to him. The two men smiled at each other in a mischevious manner, like kids in a candy store. Yet they had no idea what was ahead with this trip to France.
Jack & Will were instantly the toast of Paris as soon as they strode in. Jack with his sly, charismatic personality that made women eat out of the palm of his hand. Will however, had a much darker alluring personality that with a single curl of his lips, women fell over themselves. And they had only been there maybe an hour.
"There's a high tide 'n fancy up here, I think with proper persuasion, I can get us in." Jack said to Will with confidence, they both eyed the manor that stood before them. Will was dressed in his normal clothing, yet they were clean. Jack was a little more raw & dirty, the male guests in their powdered wigs & peticoats eyed them with curiosity & disgust. The women, laced into corsets & hiding timidly behind their fans eyed the two men with curiosity & lust. Jack's charisma easily let them into the house & Jack beamed with pride as he swaggered in with Will next to him. The lady of the house hosting the party was seated in the parlor with her prim servant boy next to her, her face was stern & showed little emotion.
"We should introduce ourselves, pet." Jack whispered to Will nudging him in the arm.
"Do it clean Jack, we weren't even invited." Will replied. Jack fluttered his hand to silence Will as he swaggered up towards the woman, dressed in a buttercream colored dress & pearl choker her eyebrows rose up when she saw this rogue man present himself.
"My lady, I'm just so HONORED to be a guest in your shack.err manor." Jack trilled, oozing mischief & lies. The servant boy's neck hairs seemed to bristle as soon as Jack opened his mouth, the woman though seemed intrigued by his outlandish charm & extended her hand out towards Jack.
"You are most certainly welcome here, good sir as is your guest," she replied as Jack took off his hat & kissed her hand. "Tell me then, stranger where are you from? Will you be needing accomodations?" Jack smiled, knowing he could easily mooch off of this woman because she was so taken in with him. He put on a battle weary front, telling her of their distant travels & outrageous adventures. Soon, a crowd of women swirled around Jack eating up every word & tending to his every whim. Will shook his head slightly & proceeded to walk around & explore the house. A large painting hung on the wall near the door of the typical, aristocratic family. The family itself didn't seem to interest him but the fine details of the brush strokes & paint used intrigued him. Out of the corner of his eye, Will spotted a woman. He caught a glimpse of her glancing back at him & doe eyes. He felt an instant rush go through his body just from looking at her, & proceeded to walk towards her. However, another girl popped up right in front of him, he was startled & lost sight of the previous girl he'd seen. This one before him now was very young, maybe 14, her hair pinned up into a nest of red curls. Freckles spackled on her cheeks & a green dress made of velvet with a large brooch fashioned as a pink rose, she definatly was a young one.
"Oh, umm.hello there." Will said politely bowing slightly. The girl grinned brightly at him,
"You're new then aren't you?" her prepubescent voice chirped, Will winced slightly.
"Yes, I am. I'm here with a friend,"
"I can see that, he's quite popular you know." She replied, gesturing towards the parlor where Jack was cracking the women up & at one point he brushed her under the chin slightly causing her to giggle even more. Will laughed slightly, he again proceeded to look for the girl with mesmerising eyes whom he'd seen just before. Not to be rude by any means, he tried to keep a light conversation which he could exit from just as quickly.
"I apologize, I'm Will Turner. You are?"
"I'm Isabelle Marquet, this is my mother's house. You seem from a different place, where from?" she responded. She then abruptly grabbed his arm & began to weave inbetween the guests. Will was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as Isabelle lead him around, attempting to interest him in a conversation. He saw the girl pouring herself a glass of red wine & sipping it slowly, he also saw his opportunity to get away.
"Would you excuse me, Isabelle? I'm going to go try & find my friend & chat with him a bit." He said with grace, attempting to loosen her grip. Isabelle's eyes went wide & she gripped a bit tighter, but Will managed to wriggle free & quickly get over to where she was standing to finally meet her. His heart seemed to go into his throat when he saw all of her, she had an immaculate physical beauty. Average height, yet a petite frame. Her cinched waist contrasted with her full breasts that were laced into the white dress she wore. The corset front was laced with black ribbon & the lace on the elbow length sleeves were made with black lace. Her skin flaunted an etheral, pale glow & her hair was a deep auburn past her shoulders a little. It was tousled, but her luscious lips & hazel doe eyes attracted him the most. Will's lips parted slightly as he was about to say something but she beat him to the punch,
"Hello stranger," she greeted in a rich British accent. Will smiled slightly & was surprised as her slender hand offered him a full glass of red wine. Will took it & sipped lightly as he stood in front of her.
"Hello to you as well, where are you from? Your accent is not from around her is it?" he said in an attempt to start a conversation with her.
"Neither is yours," she replied coyly looking down into her glass then at him through her lush, lowered lashed at his startled gaze. Will could already tell she was different, not many women would be that quick witted.
"You don't seem like the type that would be at this sort of occasion,"he shot back at her. Her lips curled into a seductive smile & he grinned proudly at his comeback.
"Neither do you, you look to be a gypsy. A slightly cleaner version of one.perhaps a pirate of sorts?" she inquired. They both took a sip of wine, but some still remained on Will's lips. He didn't seem to notice & the girl took her fingers & gently swiped them across his lips. Another rush went through him just from her touch, she gazed at him momentarily then at the wine on her finger. She put the tip of her finger to her lips & gently licked the wine up. Will licked his lips as well & inched closer towards her & gazed down at her. He moved his lips in close to hers & pressed her against the wall & she gazed up at him. Their lips were so close,
"Can you tell me your name?" Will whispered to her. The girl smiled & ran her fingers across his lips, making Will ache all the more.
"Tell me yours," she whispered back.
"Will.Will Turner. What's yours?" he whispered urgently. She smiled again,
"Think of something." Will was puzzled by this comment & stared into her eyes momentarily. He took in everything, it was as if they had known each other forever & a day. They were deep pools of moss green & golden brown that sparkled with enigma.
"Well.your eyes tell a story. They seem to."he searched desperatly for the right word "Hungry." She seemed to like how he referred to her eyes like that & laughed a little as did he,Will inched closer for a kiss. She ran the tips of her fingers over his mouth again, he could taste the bitter wine slightly.
"Then for now, just call me Hungry Eyes." She whispered, she kissed him. They both emrbaced the kiss because it was passionate, as if they were long lost lovers caught in a wave of emotion. She bit his lower lip, then smiled & sipped her wine. Will took a breath in, shocked & enraptured by the passion of it all within those brief seconds. She began to walk outside & Will became slightly alarmed.
"Will I be able to see you around town, my lady?" he called. She turned around slightly & smiled.
"I believe you can, pirate. I'm not to hard to find. Only to those I want to see me usually find me." With that, she proceeded to walk out into the backyard with the other guests. Floods of emotions came over him , Paris would not be the same.
Author's Notes: Okay, the prologue was a bit long but I had to introduce it somehow. Will seems like a womanizer, but I made him one slightly because of their travels & all. I wanted to have some kind of immediate chemistry, so be warned. If it seemed risque now, just wait. It's a good provacative story. I think you'll like it ;)
Disclaimer: I sadly own none of these darling creatures, except for.ooh,better not reveal her name because the title says it all for now ;) The name is not associated with the song, true I got the title of the story FROM the song, but it has nothing to do with it. In short, I own the poetry included & my darling Hungry Eyes, otherwise the other luscious creatures belong to Disney :pouts:
Author's Notes: I got tired of reading stories that have the same plot of Will being uptight, Jack having the same dialogue of "aye,let's have us a bit of rum then.Ye savvey?" so I wanted something a little farfetched & twisted. I figured absinthe could be dragged in because I was watching "From Hell" & the trippy scene in the bathtub came on so I figured, why not?This is generally something twisted that spawned from my growing boredom of stories with predictable dialogue..& the growing headache I have from my 3 little sisters crying & irritating me (
Prologue:Portrait of Eccentricity
The cool breeze that night was slightly sprinkled with salt as it brushed past his cheeks. The moon was only half that night, sliced right down the middle but still luminated an ethereal glow along with the band of stars that never seemed to end. Silently, the ship sailed along as Will Turner leaned outside of the cabin door, his terra cotta brown eyes gazing out into the distance. He was tired, yes, but the thought of even more lands to set foot on were what kept his spirit awake. Truth was ever since Elizabeth returned to Norrington, things had been on an equal scale of easy & difficult. The easy part was just becoming somewhat of a pirate & traveling with that colorful character Jack Sparrow, the diffcult part was well.traveling with that colorful character Jack Sparrow. He rubbed his arms to try & keep himself warm then brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes. "We've traveled far, you & me," a deep voice called out suddenly. It startled Will, although he knew exactly who it was. Turning the corner, he saw Jack leaning back in a chair with his legs crossed & propped on the edge of the ship. His messy, raven colored hair with exotic stones woven in was slightly hidden under his aged leather hat. He was cloaked heavily but still seemed a little chilly, in his thick hands were a sharpening stone & glistening knife. As he sharpened, Will continued to shiver slightly & blew out a cloud of cold breath as he gazed at the upcoming land. "We have, it's true. Yet it seems our travels have been losing some of their luster,Sparrow." Will replied. Jack peered out slightly from under his hat, his khol rimmed eyes sparkled & he displayed an assymetrical smile. The moon's glow made the gold capped molars glisten, which caused Will to cock his head slightly & furrow his brows, wanting to know what sort of situation Jack was conjuring up. "Boy, you've got to learn. Travels never lose their luster, it's all how you look at them." Will scoffed slightly at this & Jack raised an eyebrow out of curiosity.
"It's just..Jack, we travel far & wide & while we see these places, the people seem to never change. Just endless faces, their spirits all the same nothing different about them."
"You mean you want to meet a loon then, is that it?" Jack quipped.
"But Jack, I travel with a loon already," Will shot back coyly, "I'd just like to meet a person with a little.eccentricity mixed in." Jack stood up from his chair & slid over next to Will in a smooth motion & wrapped his hand around his shoulders slyly. The sudden touch sent a chill down Will's spine, it was a mixture of being startled & pleasure.
"Ah, but you are mistaken. You see, coming upon us are the French. Wine,fine art.& fine women." Jack replied with a devilish smile at his last comment. Will sighed, sure he loved women. But all were the same, tittering twits with large busoms & no intelligent thought. However, the French were known for being unpredictable so it sounded a bit promising. Will turned toward Jack, their faces & lips almost touching.
"Can you assure me I can find something worht my while rather than anonymous sex?" Will inquired. Jack smiled yet again,
"It's France, pet. There's bound to be something to tickle your fancy." Jack whispered in a deep voice to him. The two men smiled at each other in a mischevious manner, like kids in a candy store. Yet they had no idea what was ahead with this trip to France.
Jack & Will were instantly the toast of Paris as soon as they strode in. Jack with his sly, charismatic personality that made women eat out of the palm of his hand. Will however, had a much darker alluring personality that with a single curl of his lips, women fell over themselves. And they had only been there maybe an hour.
"There's a high tide 'n fancy up here, I think with proper persuasion, I can get us in." Jack said to Will with confidence, they both eyed the manor that stood before them. Will was dressed in his normal clothing, yet they were clean. Jack was a little more raw & dirty, the male guests in their powdered wigs & peticoats eyed them with curiosity & disgust. The women, laced into corsets & hiding timidly behind their fans eyed the two men with curiosity & lust. Jack's charisma easily let them into the house & Jack beamed with pride as he swaggered in with Will next to him. The lady of the house hosting the party was seated in the parlor with her prim servant boy next to her, her face was stern & showed little emotion.
"We should introduce ourselves, pet." Jack whispered to Will nudging him in the arm.
"Do it clean Jack, we weren't even invited." Will replied. Jack fluttered his hand to silence Will as he swaggered up towards the woman, dressed in a buttercream colored dress & pearl choker her eyebrows rose up when she saw this rogue man present himself.
"My lady, I'm just so HONORED to be a guest in your shack.err manor." Jack trilled, oozing mischief & lies. The servant boy's neck hairs seemed to bristle as soon as Jack opened his mouth, the woman though seemed intrigued by his outlandish charm & extended her hand out towards Jack.
"You are most certainly welcome here, good sir as is your guest," she replied as Jack took off his hat & kissed her hand. "Tell me then, stranger where are you from? Will you be needing accomodations?" Jack smiled, knowing he could easily mooch off of this woman because she was so taken in with him. He put on a battle weary front, telling her of their distant travels & outrageous adventures. Soon, a crowd of women swirled around Jack eating up every word & tending to his every whim. Will shook his head slightly & proceeded to walk around & explore the house. A large painting hung on the wall near the door of the typical, aristocratic family. The family itself didn't seem to interest him but the fine details of the brush strokes & paint used intrigued him. Out of the corner of his eye, Will spotted a woman. He caught a glimpse of her glancing back at him & doe eyes. He felt an instant rush go through his body just from looking at her, & proceeded to walk towards her. However, another girl popped up right in front of him, he was startled & lost sight of the previous girl he'd seen. This one before him now was very young, maybe 14, her hair pinned up into a nest of red curls. Freckles spackled on her cheeks & a green dress made of velvet with a large brooch fashioned as a pink rose, she definatly was a young one.
"Oh, umm.hello there." Will said politely bowing slightly. The girl grinned brightly at him,
"You're new then aren't you?" her prepubescent voice chirped, Will winced slightly.
"Yes, I am. I'm here with a friend,"
"I can see that, he's quite popular you know." She replied, gesturing towards the parlor where Jack was cracking the women up & at one point he brushed her under the chin slightly causing her to giggle even more. Will laughed slightly, he again proceeded to look for the girl with mesmerising eyes whom he'd seen just before. Not to be rude by any means, he tried to keep a light conversation which he could exit from just as quickly.
"I apologize, I'm Will Turner. You are?"
"I'm Isabelle Marquet, this is my mother's house. You seem from a different place, where from?" she responded. She then abruptly grabbed his arm & began to weave inbetween the guests. Will was becoming increasingly uncomfortable as Isabelle lead him around, attempting to interest him in a conversation. He saw the girl pouring herself a glass of red wine & sipping it slowly, he also saw his opportunity to get away.
"Would you excuse me, Isabelle? I'm going to go try & find my friend & chat with him a bit." He said with grace, attempting to loosen her grip. Isabelle's eyes went wide & she gripped a bit tighter, but Will managed to wriggle free & quickly get over to where she was standing to finally meet her. His heart seemed to go into his throat when he saw all of her, she had an immaculate physical beauty. Average height, yet a petite frame. Her cinched waist contrasted with her full breasts that were laced into the white dress she wore. The corset front was laced with black ribbon & the lace on the elbow length sleeves were made with black lace. Her skin flaunted an etheral, pale glow & her hair was a deep auburn past her shoulders a little. It was tousled, but her luscious lips & hazel doe eyes attracted him the most. Will's lips parted slightly as he was about to say something but she beat him to the punch,
"Hello stranger," she greeted in a rich British accent. Will smiled slightly & was surprised as her slender hand offered him a full glass of red wine. Will took it & sipped lightly as he stood in front of her.
"Hello to you as well, where are you from? Your accent is not from around her is it?" he said in an attempt to start a conversation with her.
"Neither is yours," she replied coyly looking down into her glass then at him through her lush, lowered lashed at his startled gaze. Will could already tell she was different, not many women would be that quick witted.
"You don't seem like the type that would be at this sort of occasion,"he shot back at her. Her lips curled into a seductive smile & he grinned proudly at his comeback.
"Neither do you, you look to be a gypsy. A slightly cleaner version of one.perhaps a pirate of sorts?" she inquired. They both took a sip of wine, but some still remained on Will's lips. He didn't seem to notice & the girl took her fingers & gently swiped them across his lips. Another rush went through him just from her touch, she gazed at him momentarily then at the wine on her finger. She put the tip of her finger to her lips & gently licked the wine up. Will licked his lips as well & inched closer towards her & gazed down at her. He moved his lips in close to hers & pressed her against the wall & she gazed up at him. Their lips were so close,
"Can you tell me your name?" Will whispered to her. The girl smiled & ran her fingers across his lips, making Will ache all the more.
"Tell me yours," she whispered back.
"Will.Will Turner. What's yours?" he whispered urgently. She smiled again,
"Think of something." Will was puzzled by this comment & stared into her eyes momentarily. He took in everything, it was as if they had known each other forever & a day. They were deep pools of moss green & golden brown that sparkled with enigma.
"Well.your eyes tell a story. They seem to."he searched desperatly for the right word "Hungry." She seemed to like how he referred to her eyes like that & laughed a little as did he,Will inched closer for a kiss. She ran the tips of her fingers over his mouth again, he could taste the bitter wine slightly.
"Then for now, just call me Hungry Eyes." She whispered, she kissed him. They both emrbaced the kiss because it was passionate, as if they were long lost lovers caught in a wave of emotion. She bit his lower lip, then smiled & sipped her wine. Will took a breath in, shocked & enraptured by the passion of it all within those brief seconds. She began to walk outside & Will became slightly alarmed.
"Will I be able to see you around town, my lady?" he called. She turned around slightly & smiled.
"I believe you can, pirate. I'm not to hard to find. Only to those I want to see me usually find me." With that, she proceeded to walk out into the backyard with the other guests. Floods of emotions came over him , Paris would not be the same.
Author's Notes: Okay, the prologue was a bit long but I had to introduce it somehow. Will seems like a womanizer, but I made him one slightly because of their travels & all. I wanted to have some kind of immediate chemistry, so be warned. If it seemed risque now, just wait. It's a good provacative story. I think you'll like it ;)