Disclaimers - I own none of the characters that you recognise, unless you
recognise it from an earlier chapter. I own me (I think) and Cash and Cat
and the bad Pirates- Captain Harris and Jane (I really don't like her)
Wood.
Warnings- Hey I don't even think that I swear in this chapter I'll make up for it next time round. Also Jacks kinda not in this one, well only at the end. But he's sooooo in the next one.
A/n- I just want to thank Splash Fate for the review, you have no idea how much better it made me feel to know that someone is reading this. And yeah I think your right I'm gonna have to write bits from Cash's POV but not for a while yet (or at least in this chapter). I just hate the thought of getting inside his head, cause he's in mine I can foresee a lot of headaches in my future. Oh well at least I don't have to go to Cat, I refuse point blank to go there.
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As we entered the pub I mentally checked my weapons, two pistols with additional shot, one in each pocket, a dagger in my boot and one at the small of my back and lastly I had a sword at my side not that I know how to use a sword but it can't be that hard, pointy end first right?. We walk to the bar and order two jugs o' rum and sit at a table quite near the door just in case we have to make any sudden exits which I pray that we do not.
"So tell me about your Jack Sparrow eh? What's he like?,"
"It's Captain Jack, and he's not mine, what do you want to know?" Sands waves his hands around in circles.
"Anything generally that you think would be important. Who will he be with? What does he eat? What does he drink? What does he fuck? And what are his preferences or will he just do anything?"
I frown at his ability to keep his voice so neutral, so he's gathering information okay I can help him with that.
"He's with his first mate, Gibbs, he eats food and drinks rum" motioning to the jugs I take a drink and feel the warmth spread through me, Sands also takes a drink and then takes a roll up from his pocket and lights it with a silver Zippo and then waves his hand for me to continue I pause a second just to annoy him and take a long swig of the rum, not to long a swig it wouldn't do anyone any good to get drunk. Well it would do me a lot of good to get drunk just not now.
"He sleeps with women, mostly whores from different ports no preference that I know of except for easy ones, he thinks of himself as a ladies man. The only woman that he truly loves is the Black Pearl, his ship which was stolen from his by his mutinous first mate Barbossa. He just got it back last year"
"Well golly don't keep me in suspense for any longer or I think I'll just burst from lack of knowledge." He's giving me that look that means that he clearly thinks that he's met crabs with more intelligence than I have and he isn't referring to the sea dwelling type.
I tell him the tale of Jack and Will going to find Elizabeth and about the Aztec gold when I have finished telling the story he just sits back and after a while he says, with a shudder.
"God it sounds like some crappy Disney movie." I just smile, if Sand found out that this all started as a Disney movie he'd kill me, just on the principle of bringing him here.
"Well it sounds to me that the man loves his ship it was a pretty story you told me, the origin of which I dare not consider, seems to me that the true "love" (the word love is spat venomously from his mouth) story was between this man and his ship. So I concur that if you get the ship then you've got Captain Jack Sparrow by the balls,"
"But we don' want Jack by the balls," Sands just smirks and lit up another roll-up. I sigh appearing to loose my patience while secretly thinking how fun it would be to get the good Captain by said balls.
"All we need is passage aboard his ship besides, your plan sucks, the logistics of it are all wrong even if we got the Pearl which we're not gonna cause we don't want anything from Jack, can you even sail a ship?,"
"Oh why yes, now that you mention it, the first thing that I was taught to do when I joined the C.I.A was how to sail a seventeenth century pirate ship just in case I was ever stuck in the position that I'm in now" he sarcastically drawls with that I'm stupid look on his face again, which is beginning to piss me off cause I'm not stupid, really I'm not, I may be with stupid but I'm not stupid.
"Why is everyone getting so pissy with me today, at least you could thank me for giving you your sight back."
He looks me in the eyes for a fraction of a second before lowering his gaze to my feet. He starts to slowly ever so slowly travel up the length of my leg and up, he only looks at me but it's so intense that I practically feel him touching me. His face darkens; he looks like he is committing every curve and line of my body to memory. I start to feel really uncomfortable... well not so much uncomfortable as other things that would be oh so nice. He reaches my upper thigh and things low in my stomach clench, my mouth goes dry and I thank god that I'm sitting cause I think my knees just went weak.
By the time he makes it to my chest his gaze lingers there for a second as he bites his lower lip in thought, before moving he steady gaze to my face studying it the way he did the rest of my body and I feel heat rise to my cheeks and I try to swallow a sip of rum, feeling like a rabbit caught in headlights.
His rich chocolate coloured eyes meet my blue ones. His are full of promises of long a sweaty night full of passion and rough sex and mine? I don't even want to know, after what seems like hours I remember to breathe and take a long drink of rum looking at my feet to avoid eye contact.
Lies his eyes are lying to me, regaining composure I clear my throat and ignore the part of me that's saying, his eyes aren't lying about the rough sex and long nights. Bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the head.
I repeat this to myself several times as I raise my gaze, a nice little mantra that I think I will become very familiar with. He raises an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side in a questioning way, apparently changing the subject not that we were on one,
"Nice view, I thought you said you were fat and ugly?" Nope, no subject change for me.
"No I said that I was festively plump and did not look good in pictures" I say, unsure of where this is going avoiding his eyes cause I don't want to get lost in them and very glad that I didn't lose my voice though it was a little croaky.
He bites his lip again worrying it in thought while he pulls out another roll-up it would be a cute gesture had it not been Sands who did it.
"You still owe me something remember?" That boyish grin was back on his face.
I don't have a clue what to say but I am thankfully saved from having to say anything because Jack Sparrow has just walked into the pub and sat down at a small table where he began to round up people for a game of poker.
I turn to Sands trying to forget our last conversation.
"So can you play?" a big smile appeared on his face and it looked genuine, well at least not overly fake.
"Now that was something that they taught me to do at the C.I.A"
"What? Play poker?" I let my voice show that I didn't believe him
"No, well... kind of. You see its called creative sportsmanship, one must play to win and in doing so rig the game" he said in a teaching voice, a person could learn a lot from that voice if they had time to listen through all his other crap.
"From what I hear Jacks the best at this "creative sportsmanship" in the story he won most of his games, how do you know that he won't beat you" Sands looks at me like I just claimed that the sun won't rise tomorrow. Shaking his head he pats me on mine, like one might do a small child, condescending basterd.
"He's only second best sugarbutt" and then he leaves the table with his rum and heads over to join the poker playing pirates. I sigh and follow his lead. It's Showtime.
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And now comes the review begging. Please review please, please pretty please. I'm currently writing the next chapter and if all goes well (If I can get Sands to stop harassing Jack) I should get it out in the next couple of days..
Warnings- Hey I don't even think that I swear in this chapter I'll make up for it next time round. Also Jacks kinda not in this one, well only at the end. But he's sooooo in the next one.
A/n- I just want to thank Splash Fate for the review, you have no idea how much better it made me feel to know that someone is reading this. And yeah I think your right I'm gonna have to write bits from Cash's POV but not for a while yet (or at least in this chapter). I just hate the thought of getting inside his head, cause he's in mine I can foresee a lot of headaches in my future. Oh well at least I don't have to go to Cat, I refuse point blank to go there.
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As we entered the pub I mentally checked my weapons, two pistols with additional shot, one in each pocket, a dagger in my boot and one at the small of my back and lastly I had a sword at my side not that I know how to use a sword but it can't be that hard, pointy end first right?. We walk to the bar and order two jugs o' rum and sit at a table quite near the door just in case we have to make any sudden exits which I pray that we do not.
"So tell me about your Jack Sparrow eh? What's he like?,"
"It's Captain Jack, and he's not mine, what do you want to know?" Sands waves his hands around in circles.
"Anything generally that you think would be important. Who will he be with? What does he eat? What does he drink? What does he fuck? And what are his preferences or will he just do anything?"
I frown at his ability to keep his voice so neutral, so he's gathering information okay I can help him with that.
"He's with his first mate, Gibbs, he eats food and drinks rum" motioning to the jugs I take a drink and feel the warmth spread through me, Sands also takes a drink and then takes a roll up from his pocket and lights it with a silver Zippo and then waves his hand for me to continue I pause a second just to annoy him and take a long swig of the rum, not to long a swig it wouldn't do anyone any good to get drunk. Well it would do me a lot of good to get drunk just not now.
"He sleeps with women, mostly whores from different ports no preference that I know of except for easy ones, he thinks of himself as a ladies man. The only woman that he truly loves is the Black Pearl, his ship which was stolen from his by his mutinous first mate Barbossa. He just got it back last year"
"Well golly don't keep me in suspense for any longer or I think I'll just burst from lack of knowledge." He's giving me that look that means that he clearly thinks that he's met crabs with more intelligence than I have and he isn't referring to the sea dwelling type.
I tell him the tale of Jack and Will going to find Elizabeth and about the Aztec gold when I have finished telling the story he just sits back and after a while he says, with a shudder.
"God it sounds like some crappy Disney movie." I just smile, if Sand found out that this all started as a Disney movie he'd kill me, just on the principle of bringing him here.
"Well it sounds to me that the man loves his ship it was a pretty story you told me, the origin of which I dare not consider, seems to me that the true "love" (the word love is spat venomously from his mouth) story was between this man and his ship. So I concur that if you get the ship then you've got Captain Jack Sparrow by the balls,"
"But we don' want Jack by the balls," Sands just smirks and lit up another roll-up. I sigh appearing to loose my patience while secretly thinking how fun it would be to get the good Captain by said balls.
"All we need is passage aboard his ship besides, your plan sucks, the logistics of it are all wrong even if we got the Pearl which we're not gonna cause we don't want anything from Jack, can you even sail a ship?,"
"Oh why yes, now that you mention it, the first thing that I was taught to do when I joined the C.I.A was how to sail a seventeenth century pirate ship just in case I was ever stuck in the position that I'm in now" he sarcastically drawls with that I'm stupid look on his face again, which is beginning to piss me off cause I'm not stupid, really I'm not, I may be with stupid but I'm not stupid.
"Why is everyone getting so pissy with me today, at least you could thank me for giving you your sight back."
He looks me in the eyes for a fraction of a second before lowering his gaze to my feet. He starts to slowly ever so slowly travel up the length of my leg and up, he only looks at me but it's so intense that I practically feel him touching me. His face darkens; he looks like he is committing every curve and line of my body to memory. I start to feel really uncomfortable... well not so much uncomfortable as other things that would be oh so nice. He reaches my upper thigh and things low in my stomach clench, my mouth goes dry and I thank god that I'm sitting cause I think my knees just went weak.
By the time he makes it to my chest his gaze lingers there for a second as he bites his lower lip in thought, before moving he steady gaze to my face studying it the way he did the rest of my body and I feel heat rise to my cheeks and I try to swallow a sip of rum, feeling like a rabbit caught in headlights.
His rich chocolate coloured eyes meet my blue ones. His are full of promises of long a sweaty night full of passion and rough sex and mine? I don't even want to know, after what seems like hours I remember to breathe and take a long drink of rum looking at my feet to avoid eye contact.
Lies his eyes are lying to me, regaining composure I clear my throat and ignore the part of me that's saying, his eyes aren't lying about the rough sex and long nights. Bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the head, bullet in the head.
I repeat this to myself several times as I raise my gaze, a nice little mantra that I think I will become very familiar with. He raises an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side in a questioning way, apparently changing the subject not that we were on one,
"Nice view, I thought you said you were fat and ugly?" Nope, no subject change for me.
"No I said that I was festively plump and did not look good in pictures" I say, unsure of where this is going avoiding his eyes cause I don't want to get lost in them and very glad that I didn't lose my voice though it was a little croaky.
He bites his lip again worrying it in thought while he pulls out another roll-up it would be a cute gesture had it not been Sands who did it.
"You still owe me something remember?" That boyish grin was back on his face.
I don't have a clue what to say but I am thankfully saved from having to say anything because Jack Sparrow has just walked into the pub and sat down at a small table where he began to round up people for a game of poker.
I turn to Sands trying to forget our last conversation.
"So can you play?" a big smile appeared on his face and it looked genuine, well at least not overly fake.
"Now that was something that they taught me to do at the C.I.A"
"What? Play poker?" I let my voice show that I didn't believe him
"No, well... kind of. You see its called creative sportsmanship, one must play to win and in doing so rig the game" he said in a teaching voice, a person could learn a lot from that voice if they had time to listen through all his other crap.
"From what I hear Jacks the best at this "creative sportsmanship" in the story he won most of his games, how do you know that he won't beat you" Sands looks at me like I just claimed that the sun won't rise tomorrow. Shaking his head he pats me on mine, like one might do a small child, condescending basterd.
"He's only second best sugarbutt" and then he leaves the table with his rum and heads over to join the poker playing pirates. I sigh and follow his lead. It's Showtime.
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And now comes the review begging. Please review please, please pretty please. I'm currently writing the next chapter and if all goes well (If I can get Sands to stop harassing Jack) I should get it out in the next couple of days..