As Anya stepped outside she felt a warm breeze pass her and she smiled as she saw Jack's mouth drop open at the sight of her. Even if it WAS Jack. No man had looked at her like that in a long time. They always looked at her as a piece of valuable ass. But no, somehow, the look on Jack's face was different. Anya couldn't quite identify it but it made shake slightly, and made her look away.
'You look … ' Jack began, but his words were lost in his throat. Beautiful, gorgeous, dazzling, stunning… there were too many words, but none were good enough to describe how she really looked. And suddenly Jack realized who he was thinking of and cleared his throat. She was just a game that he played while he was on board. When he got on shore, he knew things would be different. After all, SHE was here…
'Thank you.' Anya said quickly, blushing slightly at the lilt of Jack's voice. He outstretched one brown, rough hand to her and she took it smiling. 'So, where is the gentleman taking me first?' she teased. Jack shrugged.
'Perhaps the local tavern…'
'Ah yes. Never far from a drink are you?' she said nodding her head and mentally slapping herself for not knowing the answer.
'Well, I wouldn' be a true pirate if I wasn't!' he chuckled as they climbed into one of the life boats with Gibbs and some of the crew and was slowly lowered into the water.
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They entered the seedy tavern and Anya's nose wrinkled at the smell of booze and blood. Two women from the house of ill repute were dancing around the bar, laughing gaily, and the fighting was at a minimal as the men whooped and drank, watching intently. Anya followed Jack into a secluded part, where the noise was not so loud. They sat and the bar wench brought them their drinks. Anya sipped hers gingerly, not wanting a repeat of a hangover. Jack gulped his down the minute it was under his nose and took another. And soon another. Within the hour, Jack had finished off a flagon and a few mugs of ale, and was still standing, acting as normal as ever. Anya was in awe as she was still nursing her first.
'So besides whores and drinking, what do you do for fun around here?' she said trying to make conversation over the noise. Jack shrugged. Anya frowned. She'd noticed since they'd gotten there that he'd been nervously twisting his goatee, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Someone special.
'I'm going to the bar to get another pint.' Anya said. Jack barely noticed as she got up and passed the people watching the wenches, who were now wrestling each other. She got to the bar and waited for her ale. She leaned against the wooden table and turned, her eyes widening slightly.
There, was Jack, hugging a woman. Anya was in such a state of shock that she simply stood there, gawking at them. As the woman turned, Anya felt her stomach turn as well. She was pretty. Very pretty. With short, curly deep red hair and blue eyes, as well as a petite figure. She was even thinner than Anya. And she was wearing a dress that was low cut, tight and a bright pink. Anya felt her face redden as Jack sat down, his arm around the girl, and felt her heart clench as the girl in turn began rubbing her hand up and down his chest.
'Missy, you're ALE!' she finally turned around as the pint of ale was pushed into her hands. She suddenly felt too ill to drink it and was about to push it back when she felt a rough hand on her bare shoulder. She turned, glaring, expecting to find Jack at her side. But instead a young man with deep brown hair and startling honey eyes was looking back at her.
'May I help you?' she meant to answer curtly, but it came out in a breath. He was handsome. Very handsome.
'Anya? Anya Martin?' he said smiling slightly. This took her by surprise.
'Do I know you? Or are you just really good at this game?' she asked smiling back. He placed a hand on his chest.
'Cole Pierce. As I remember it we courted each other for a short time back in Port William.' Anya nearly did a double take.
'Cole? Little Cole?' she repeated. He grinned widely. 'Wow. I mean, uh, good job growing up!' she said laughing as she sipped her ale. 'It seems like ages since I've seen you!' He nodded.
'Ever since I left to become a pirate.' He finished for her. She dropped her gaze. 'One of us had to mention it.' She nodded.
'So, how is that working out for you?' she asked, seeing Jack out of the corner of her eye, kissing the red head's cheek. Cole followed her eyes and then looked back at her.
'Are you here with someone?' he said, and Anya's eyes snapped back to his.
'Well, yes.' She said. Cole nodded and looked a bit disappointed. 'But!' she said quickly. 'We're just friends. Actually, we're not even really friends. I'm just sort of hitching a ride from him.' Cole chuckled.
'Hitching a ride from a pirate. Not something you hear everyday. And what have you given him in exchange?' he asked gulping his own ale. Anya's eyebrows shot up.
'Nothing.' Cole looked skeptical. 'You really think that I would do something like that?' she said leaning back against the bar. He nodded.
'Good point.' He said, 'So how long are you in Tortuga?' he asked pushing one of his hands threw his dark wavy hair. Anya shrugged and then it hit her. She smiled.
'I'll just check.' She said, setting her mug down and taking Cole's hand, leading him to the back, where Jack was sitting. She passed the red head, who did give her a second look, as the wench went to get Jack another drink. Anya finally stopped in front of Jack's table and pulled Cole forward. The first thing Jack's eyes went to were their joined hands, and Anya knew that it annoyed him. The way his eyes flickered, even for just a moment, gave him away.
'Sparrow, how long till we leave port?' she asked coldly, squeezing Cole's hand for emphasis. Jack glared at Cole and then looked back to Anya and forced a smile.
'Not till the mourn, love. Why?' he asked with an icy glance at Cole. Cole didn't return it but looked at Anya, smiling at the answer.
'Well, I was just going to have a walk with Cole.' She said with a smile and wink at Cole. Jack tensed.
'And this is him?' he asked nodding to Cole. Anya nodded. Jack looked him up and down as if to say 'you're choosing him over me?' But he stayed silent when he met Anya's angry gaze. 'Isn't safe out there pet.' He said instead.
'And I'm so much safer with you?' she replied sarcastically. Jack grit his teeth. He was just trying to help her, and she was being a total bitch.
'I'll just get my things.' Cole said, noting the tension. He turned and walked into the crowd, leaving the two to try and stare one another down.
'What're you thinking?' Jack finally yelled. 'Goin off with some pirate you don't even know, when there's a bounty on your pretty little neck? Are you that stupid?' Anya's anger flared at his words.
'Why? I'm not allowed to have a little fun? Besides what do you care? You've got your red headed wench to keep you company! I bet after a few minutes with her, you won't be able to pick me out of a crowd!'
'I won't cause you'll probably be half way to the Orient with 'Cole'. You're takin a risk love!' he said sitting up, looking as angry as he could.
'His name is Cole Pierce and I've known him since we were rug rats! He's a lot more trustworthy than you!' Jack was about to say something when Anya cut him off again. 'And don't call me love!' she screamed. Jack's face contorted but before he could yell back, the red headed wench was back, looking between the two, before setting down the mug of ale and taking out a whack of cash. She began counting it out and finally handed it to Anya, who looked at it bewildered.
'Sorry deary, he's taken. Better go find another lad to please.' She said. And that set Anya right off. She clenched her jaw and looked back at Jack, who found this amusing obviously.
'Fine. Have the River rat. And you can keep your dirt money.' She said as she tossed it onto the table. Then Cole was at her side, placing his hat on his head, taking her arm. 'Have a pleasant evening.' She said curtly as she turned and pulled Cole as quickly as she could to the door.
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YAY! ANOTHER CHAPTER… full of conflict… and you guys will probably have a lot to review about… but just in case… What do you think about dividing Anya and Jack… and what do you think of Cole, is he as nice as he seems, or is it all just a disguise? And how do you think Jack and Anya's relationship is affected by this? Anyhoo that's about it… gotta go study for a Chem test! LATER!!! Peace OUT! STOKES
'You look … ' Jack began, but his words were lost in his throat. Beautiful, gorgeous, dazzling, stunning… there were too many words, but none were good enough to describe how she really looked. And suddenly Jack realized who he was thinking of and cleared his throat. She was just a game that he played while he was on board. When he got on shore, he knew things would be different. After all, SHE was here…
'Thank you.' Anya said quickly, blushing slightly at the lilt of Jack's voice. He outstretched one brown, rough hand to her and she took it smiling. 'So, where is the gentleman taking me first?' she teased. Jack shrugged.
'Perhaps the local tavern…'
'Ah yes. Never far from a drink are you?' she said nodding her head and mentally slapping herself for not knowing the answer.
'Well, I wouldn' be a true pirate if I wasn't!' he chuckled as they climbed into one of the life boats with Gibbs and some of the crew and was slowly lowered into the water.
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They entered the seedy tavern and Anya's nose wrinkled at the smell of booze and blood. Two women from the house of ill repute were dancing around the bar, laughing gaily, and the fighting was at a minimal as the men whooped and drank, watching intently. Anya followed Jack into a secluded part, where the noise was not so loud. They sat and the bar wench brought them their drinks. Anya sipped hers gingerly, not wanting a repeat of a hangover. Jack gulped his down the minute it was under his nose and took another. And soon another. Within the hour, Jack had finished off a flagon and a few mugs of ale, and was still standing, acting as normal as ever. Anya was in awe as she was still nursing her first.
'So besides whores and drinking, what do you do for fun around here?' she said trying to make conversation over the noise. Jack shrugged. Anya frowned. She'd noticed since they'd gotten there that he'd been nervously twisting his goatee, looking around, as if waiting for someone. Someone special.
'I'm going to the bar to get another pint.' Anya said. Jack barely noticed as she got up and passed the people watching the wenches, who were now wrestling each other. She got to the bar and waited for her ale. She leaned against the wooden table and turned, her eyes widening slightly.
There, was Jack, hugging a woman. Anya was in such a state of shock that she simply stood there, gawking at them. As the woman turned, Anya felt her stomach turn as well. She was pretty. Very pretty. With short, curly deep red hair and blue eyes, as well as a petite figure. She was even thinner than Anya. And she was wearing a dress that was low cut, tight and a bright pink. Anya felt her face redden as Jack sat down, his arm around the girl, and felt her heart clench as the girl in turn began rubbing her hand up and down his chest.
'Missy, you're ALE!' she finally turned around as the pint of ale was pushed into her hands. She suddenly felt too ill to drink it and was about to push it back when she felt a rough hand on her bare shoulder. She turned, glaring, expecting to find Jack at her side. But instead a young man with deep brown hair and startling honey eyes was looking back at her.
'May I help you?' she meant to answer curtly, but it came out in a breath. He was handsome. Very handsome.
'Anya? Anya Martin?' he said smiling slightly. This took her by surprise.
'Do I know you? Or are you just really good at this game?' she asked smiling back. He placed a hand on his chest.
'Cole Pierce. As I remember it we courted each other for a short time back in Port William.' Anya nearly did a double take.
'Cole? Little Cole?' she repeated. He grinned widely. 'Wow. I mean, uh, good job growing up!' she said laughing as she sipped her ale. 'It seems like ages since I've seen you!' He nodded.
'Ever since I left to become a pirate.' He finished for her. She dropped her gaze. 'One of us had to mention it.' She nodded.
'So, how is that working out for you?' she asked, seeing Jack out of the corner of her eye, kissing the red head's cheek. Cole followed her eyes and then looked back at her.
'Are you here with someone?' he said, and Anya's eyes snapped back to his.
'Well, yes.' She said. Cole nodded and looked a bit disappointed. 'But!' she said quickly. 'We're just friends. Actually, we're not even really friends. I'm just sort of hitching a ride from him.' Cole chuckled.
'Hitching a ride from a pirate. Not something you hear everyday. And what have you given him in exchange?' he asked gulping his own ale. Anya's eyebrows shot up.
'Nothing.' Cole looked skeptical. 'You really think that I would do something like that?' she said leaning back against the bar. He nodded.
'Good point.' He said, 'So how long are you in Tortuga?' he asked pushing one of his hands threw his dark wavy hair. Anya shrugged and then it hit her. She smiled.
'I'll just check.' She said, setting her mug down and taking Cole's hand, leading him to the back, where Jack was sitting. She passed the red head, who did give her a second look, as the wench went to get Jack another drink. Anya finally stopped in front of Jack's table and pulled Cole forward. The first thing Jack's eyes went to were their joined hands, and Anya knew that it annoyed him. The way his eyes flickered, even for just a moment, gave him away.
'Sparrow, how long till we leave port?' she asked coldly, squeezing Cole's hand for emphasis. Jack glared at Cole and then looked back to Anya and forced a smile.
'Not till the mourn, love. Why?' he asked with an icy glance at Cole. Cole didn't return it but looked at Anya, smiling at the answer.
'Well, I was just going to have a walk with Cole.' She said with a smile and wink at Cole. Jack tensed.
'And this is him?' he asked nodding to Cole. Anya nodded. Jack looked him up and down as if to say 'you're choosing him over me?' But he stayed silent when he met Anya's angry gaze. 'Isn't safe out there pet.' He said instead.
'And I'm so much safer with you?' she replied sarcastically. Jack grit his teeth. He was just trying to help her, and she was being a total bitch.
'I'll just get my things.' Cole said, noting the tension. He turned and walked into the crowd, leaving the two to try and stare one another down.
'What're you thinking?' Jack finally yelled. 'Goin off with some pirate you don't even know, when there's a bounty on your pretty little neck? Are you that stupid?' Anya's anger flared at his words.
'Why? I'm not allowed to have a little fun? Besides what do you care? You've got your red headed wench to keep you company! I bet after a few minutes with her, you won't be able to pick me out of a crowd!'
'I won't cause you'll probably be half way to the Orient with 'Cole'. You're takin a risk love!' he said sitting up, looking as angry as he could.
'His name is Cole Pierce and I've known him since we were rug rats! He's a lot more trustworthy than you!' Jack was about to say something when Anya cut him off again. 'And don't call me love!' she screamed. Jack's face contorted but before he could yell back, the red headed wench was back, looking between the two, before setting down the mug of ale and taking out a whack of cash. She began counting it out and finally handed it to Anya, who looked at it bewildered.
'Sorry deary, he's taken. Better go find another lad to please.' She said. And that set Anya right off. She clenched her jaw and looked back at Jack, who found this amusing obviously.
'Fine. Have the River rat. And you can keep your dirt money.' She said as she tossed it onto the table. Then Cole was at her side, placing his hat on his head, taking her arm. 'Have a pleasant evening.' She said curtly as she turned and pulled Cole as quickly as she could to the door.
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YAY! ANOTHER CHAPTER… full of conflict… and you guys will probably have a lot to review about… but just in case… What do you think about dividing Anya and Jack… and what do you think of Cole, is he as nice as he seems, or is it all just a disguise? And how do you think Jack and Anya's relationship is affected by this? Anyhoo that's about it… gotta go study for a Chem test! LATER!!! Peace OUT! STOKES