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Warnings (that don't include my mood) - there's swearing lots of it, and if Sands wasn't sitting across from Jack there would be a lot of graphic violence, nuff said.
A/n- So finally Jacks here and we're all glad of it.... Well for some reason the thought of being in a room with Jack sounded like fun until it happened.
Remember to review please.
Anyone who looked at Jack Sparrow would swear blind that he was drunk however if you looked at his eyes, really looked at them you could tell that he was aware of all that was going around him there's a clarity to them that you don't get when your drunk, most people never get it at all.
It is my opinion that he wasn't like this before the mutiny he was more open, upfront and sober but once he learned that in life you can't even trust those to whom you are closest, he needed a way to separate himself from those people and found that being/acting drunk allowed him to guard both himself and his secrets as no won took him seriously, so allowing him the opportune moment to do whatever it was that he wanted to do at the time.
After all, the fool knows everything and nothing. However tonight there's two people at the table who don't buy his story... well we're not quite at the table yet but we will be.
Sands walks over to the round wooden table, pulls up a chair and sits down across from Jack who is looking particularly sexy shuffling the cards. Gibbs is sitting to Jack's left. I push a drunken pirate off his seat and move the chair to sit across from Gibbs on Sands right, pausing only briefly to smile at the pirate, who has slid bonelesly to the floor and curled up in a ball grateful of his new position. There are three other pirates at the table, two in between Sands and Gibbs and one between me and Jack.
"Mind if I join you?" Sands asks with his careless smile and in a pirate voice, I have to hide a smile cause he sounds a bit like Jack.
"Yer, gold mate." Jack answers nonchalantly, not even looking up from his shuffling.
I glance at the pirate next to me and he leers at me trying to get a better look down my top. Suppressing a shudder I pull my coat closer to me and scoot my chair closer to Sands so that we're almost touching I look to him to see if he has any sarcastic lines or smiles, but he hasn't even noticed his eyes are only for Jack and the deck of cards (decks really cause you have more than one deck of cards in poker).
Part of me is unsettled that he hasn't noticed what's going on around him, but another part of me is exited to see him work, to do what he was born to do, plot, con and cheat. I push my chair in close to the table and take out one of my pistols just in case this guy next to starts anything, everyone is drinking rum and the pirate next to me has had way too much and I just know that he's gonna try something any minute now cause he keeps looking at me, I train the pistol on his body and try to look big and threatening maybe some whore will walk by and he'll grab her.
Jack deals the cards and everyone puts their gold pieces in the middle of the table. For the first time since we sat down Jack looks at us well he glances at me y'know looks at the tits then the face and moves on to Sands the more "important" male when he sees Sands his eyes narrow just for a second then he recovers and just stares. I apparently am not worth a second glance, yeah cause that's an ego boost mister Captain, Jack I'll fuck any thing that walks Sparrow won't even look at me twice, maybe I should shoot him.
Almost as if he heard my thought he looks back to my face and down to my hands underneath the table and then back to my face his eyes a bit wide trying to figure out what I'm doing, nobody else but Sands notice the silent interaction and even then we don't have his full attention.
I have two choices as I see it. One, I can put the gun away, smoothly so that Jack doesn't notice, and move my hands into Sands' trousers so that when Jack looks under the table (which he will soon) he will see why my hands are well... occupied. Or option number two, I try to convince him that although I have a gun under a poker table in a bar at Tortuga that I'm really quite safe and can be trusted, that's never gonna work.
Thankfully (or not so), just as I put the pistol away the drunk pirate to my left grabs me and tries to pull me onto his lap, I say try because I snap my head back into his face, I hear a crunch that I think is his nose but I don't have time to ponder this as the chair supporting us both falls backwards crashing to the floor.
The pirate, breaking my fall and I think a few of his ribs in the process is now pissed off and starts to grab for me, without thinking (cause if I thought about it I would have been to late) I elbow him in the stomach just as I feel a pair of strong arms lifting me off the disgruntled, sore, drunken pirate who immediately or not so immediately stands up and starts to swear loudly in drunken pirate gibberish.
With my back to the person who has his arms around me I lean into him and relax, well that is until I realise that it isn't Sands, who is sitting at the table shuffling the cards and looking very amused and pleased with himself. I try to get away from the man behind me but he tightens his hold on me letting me know that he has me. I look to Sands for help but he just smiles his stupid little tight lipped smile, I am so going to cut those lips off his face with a very sharp blade.
I take a deep breath to sigh and that's when I notice the smell, it isn't an overpowering smell but it is there, it smells like salt, rum and something else that I can't quite place. I come to the decision that whoever he is, he must be safe, because Sands would be slightly more concerned if he was any danger right?
The drunken pirate is still spewing nonsensical words from his mouth
"yjach giisss mee me vwencchh bakh eeres cush mees ound hersh sqaere savvy?"
As he says all this which I must admit takes a while, blood and thicker bits are pouring out of his nose and down his face onto his now blood and chunk soaked shirt, his face is bubbling nicely at his nose whenever he speaks the whole thing really makes me want to gag.
The pirate that I figured out must be Jack cause well I'm not entirely stupid, that and I recognise his arms and tatoos, takes a deep breath and speaks loudly and slowly as if speaking to a child who is throwing a tantrum.
"She aint' yer wench mate. An it's getting late maybe t'was time fer ye te be a going back te yer ship aye? Maybe pick up a good whore along the way?" I can feel him nod his head at the basterd making sure that it was sinking in and it was. The drunk was thinking really hard.
Jack continued, though as he does his hands start to move from my waist as one creeps further down the other starts to slide up,
"Y'know mate I think I saw Delilah out front when I was on me way in she wasn't to busy, an I was goin te pay her a wee visit me'sell later on but if yeh want te swap I'm game, savvy?" and with that the drunk left in some rush (Delilah must be some whore)
The crises was over, not that it stopped Jack's wandering hands which were both about an inch away from, well places that I didn't want touched in public especially not with this top on (my jacket had opened up during the fight and I am all but falling out). I pull away and this time he let me, albeit reluctantly.
"Thanks." I say kinda half heartedly because he had just felt me up quite thoroughly and I didn't know whether to be pissed off or not after all he is Captain Jack Sparrow, but still.
"Anytime luv." he says with a grin and a mock bow whilst tipping his hat.
"An next time, keep the pistol out an shoot the bloody basterd, savvy?"
Abruptly turning away from me to address the men at the table. "Now! (he claps his hands and rubs them together) gentlemen, pirates, thieves and general all round scum, I do believe that you were all in the process of losing yer gold."
And with that, and a few hand movements he sat back in his chair ignoring the comments of "It will be ye that looses yer gold this time Jack" from the two remaining unknown players (Gibbs wasn't playing) and Sands just sat there looking bored. I pick up my hat which had fallen off and fix my jacket, then sit back down at the table in between Jack and Sands, is iust just me or is it hot in here?
Jack deals again, though still looking at Sands, if Sands notices (which I know he does) he ignores Jack beautifully opting instead to look at his cards.
"Yeh look some what familiar have I seen yeh before? Maybe around here, have yeh ever been to Singapore?"
Jack sounds as if he can't quite place where he's seen Sands, I have to wonder when the last time he saw a mirror was.
"No, we're just passin through, lookin fer a friend o' ours if truth be told." Sands replied cool as ever, we never talked about a story on our history I hope he's got one for us. One that doesn't make me look too bad. Not that we'll ever be asked that's the one good thing about pirates, no questions bout the past just the future.
"We were headin up to England but well, as I said we lost our friend so now we have to traipse all over the whole o' the fucking Caribbean looking for the hairy little fucker who, lets face it is most likely on a beach drinking rum and, has forgotten all about us."
I roll my eyes at Sands little speech well at least he gave up on the surrounded by whores idea. Jack winces a little and says,
"Not all people sit on a beach drinking rum cause they enjoy it mate." Sands and I pretend to be confused by this statement although we both know what he's talking about. The good Captain pleased with our reaction smiles and introduces himself.
"The names Captain Jack Sparrow and this ere is me firs' mate Gibbs," he points to Gibbs who by now has had a lot to drink and just mumbles something incoherent.
"Sands and the little wench here calls hersell Linz." I glare at him, for once glad that he can see it; I am so going to kill him or at least inflict some sort of pain.
He pretends not to notice my death glare instead picks up my jug o' rum and empties it in one gulp.
"We seem to have run out of rum, Linz ye know where the bar is don't you?"
I hate him, that smug, self-involved basterd, that mother fucking, donkey loving, son of a whores rent boy.
He drank the last of my rum, and now he wants me to get him some more like a tavern wench, which reminds me if he calls me wench one more time I'll...
"HELLO? Don't freak out on me sugarbutt, you were in your own world of vengeance and pain. Could you just try to stick to the plot? I want you to go to the bar, and get us a refill (turning to Jack) Captain you want more rum?" Jack delighted that someone called him Captain without being reminded and that someone is offering him free rum gratefully accepts, leaving me to go to the bar and get it.
a/n- If you spot any obvious mistakes please let me know.
So if you are reading this please review to let me know that all this is worth while I know that I need to find buck but I'm getting crazier not better
Sands has made it his goal in life to get me to say out loud some of the things he comes out with which is not good. And pretty soon I'll have Jack running around in here too and that is definitely not good. So please for the sake of my sanity review.
Warnings (that don't include my mood) - there's swearing lots of it, and if Sands wasn't sitting across from Jack there would be a lot of graphic violence, nuff said.
A/n- So finally Jacks here and we're all glad of it.... Well for some reason the thought of being in a room with Jack sounded like fun until it happened.
Remember to review please.
Anyone who looked at Jack Sparrow would swear blind that he was drunk however if you looked at his eyes, really looked at them you could tell that he was aware of all that was going around him there's a clarity to them that you don't get when your drunk, most people never get it at all.
It is my opinion that he wasn't like this before the mutiny he was more open, upfront and sober but once he learned that in life you can't even trust those to whom you are closest, he needed a way to separate himself from those people and found that being/acting drunk allowed him to guard both himself and his secrets as no won took him seriously, so allowing him the opportune moment to do whatever it was that he wanted to do at the time.
After all, the fool knows everything and nothing. However tonight there's two people at the table who don't buy his story... well we're not quite at the table yet but we will be.
Sands walks over to the round wooden table, pulls up a chair and sits down across from Jack who is looking particularly sexy shuffling the cards. Gibbs is sitting to Jack's left. I push a drunken pirate off his seat and move the chair to sit across from Gibbs on Sands right, pausing only briefly to smile at the pirate, who has slid bonelesly to the floor and curled up in a ball grateful of his new position. There are three other pirates at the table, two in between Sands and Gibbs and one between me and Jack.
"Mind if I join you?" Sands asks with his careless smile and in a pirate voice, I have to hide a smile cause he sounds a bit like Jack.
"Yer, gold mate." Jack answers nonchalantly, not even looking up from his shuffling.
I glance at the pirate next to me and he leers at me trying to get a better look down my top. Suppressing a shudder I pull my coat closer to me and scoot my chair closer to Sands so that we're almost touching I look to him to see if he has any sarcastic lines or smiles, but he hasn't even noticed his eyes are only for Jack and the deck of cards (decks really cause you have more than one deck of cards in poker).
Part of me is unsettled that he hasn't noticed what's going on around him, but another part of me is exited to see him work, to do what he was born to do, plot, con and cheat. I push my chair in close to the table and take out one of my pistols just in case this guy next to starts anything, everyone is drinking rum and the pirate next to me has had way too much and I just know that he's gonna try something any minute now cause he keeps looking at me, I train the pistol on his body and try to look big and threatening maybe some whore will walk by and he'll grab her.
Jack deals the cards and everyone puts their gold pieces in the middle of the table. For the first time since we sat down Jack looks at us well he glances at me y'know looks at the tits then the face and moves on to Sands the more "important" male when he sees Sands his eyes narrow just for a second then he recovers and just stares. I apparently am not worth a second glance, yeah cause that's an ego boost mister Captain, Jack I'll fuck any thing that walks Sparrow won't even look at me twice, maybe I should shoot him.
Almost as if he heard my thought he looks back to my face and down to my hands underneath the table and then back to my face his eyes a bit wide trying to figure out what I'm doing, nobody else but Sands notice the silent interaction and even then we don't have his full attention.
I have two choices as I see it. One, I can put the gun away, smoothly so that Jack doesn't notice, and move my hands into Sands' trousers so that when Jack looks under the table (which he will soon) he will see why my hands are well... occupied. Or option number two, I try to convince him that although I have a gun under a poker table in a bar at Tortuga that I'm really quite safe and can be trusted, that's never gonna work.
Thankfully (or not so), just as I put the pistol away the drunk pirate to my left grabs me and tries to pull me onto his lap, I say try because I snap my head back into his face, I hear a crunch that I think is his nose but I don't have time to ponder this as the chair supporting us both falls backwards crashing to the floor.
The pirate, breaking my fall and I think a few of his ribs in the process is now pissed off and starts to grab for me, without thinking (cause if I thought about it I would have been to late) I elbow him in the stomach just as I feel a pair of strong arms lifting me off the disgruntled, sore, drunken pirate who immediately or not so immediately stands up and starts to swear loudly in drunken pirate gibberish.
With my back to the person who has his arms around me I lean into him and relax, well that is until I realise that it isn't Sands, who is sitting at the table shuffling the cards and looking very amused and pleased with himself. I try to get away from the man behind me but he tightens his hold on me letting me know that he has me. I look to Sands for help but he just smiles his stupid little tight lipped smile, I am so going to cut those lips off his face with a very sharp blade.
I take a deep breath to sigh and that's when I notice the smell, it isn't an overpowering smell but it is there, it smells like salt, rum and something else that I can't quite place. I come to the decision that whoever he is, he must be safe, because Sands would be slightly more concerned if he was any danger right?
The drunken pirate is still spewing nonsensical words from his mouth
"yjach giisss mee me vwencchh bakh eeres cush mees ound hersh sqaere savvy?"
As he says all this which I must admit takes a while, blood and thicker bits are pouring out of his nose and down his face onto his now blood and chunk soaked shirt, his face is bubbling nicely at his nose whenever he speaks the whole thing really makes me want to gag.
The pirate that I figured out must be Jack cause well I'm not entirely stupid, that and I recognise his arms and tatoos, takes a deep breath and speaks loudly and slowly as if speaking to a child who is throwing a tantrum.
"She aint' yer wench mate. An it's getting late maybe t'was time fer ye te be a going back te yer ship aye? Maybe pick up a good whore along the way?" I can feel him nod his head at the basterd making sure that it was sinking in and it was. The drunk was thinking really hard.
Jack continued, though as he does his hands start to move from my waist as one creeps further down the other starts to slide up,
"Y'know mate I think I saw Delilah out front when I was on me way in she wasn't to busy, an I was goin te pay her a wee visit me'sell later on but if yeh want te swap I'm game, savvy?" and with that the drunk left in some rush (Delilah must be some whore)
The crises was over, not that it stopped Jack's wandering hands which were both about an inch away from, well places that I didn't want touched in public especially not with this top on (my jacket had opened up during the fight and I am all but falling out). I pull away and this time he let me, albeit reluctantly.
"Thanks." I say kinda half heartedly because he had just felt me up quite thoroughly and I didn't know whether to be pissed off or not after all he is Captain Jack Sparrow, but still.
"Anytime luv." he says with a grin and a mock bow whilst tipping his hat.
"An next time, keep the pistol out an shoot the bloody basterd, savvy?"
Abruptly turning away from me to address the men at the table. "Now! (he claps his hands and rubs them together) gentlemen, pirates, thieves and general all round scum, I do believe that you were all in the process of losing yer gold."
And with that, and a few hand movements he sat back in his chair ignoring the comments of "It will be ye that looses yer gold this time Jack" from the two remaining unknown players (Gibbs wasn't playing) and Sands just sat there looking bored. I pick up my hat which had fallen off and fix my jacket, then sit back down at the table in between Jack and Sands, is iust just me or is it hot in here?
Jack deals again, though still looking at Sands, if Sands notices (which I know he does) he ignores Jack beautifully opting instead to look at his cards.
"Yeh look some what familiar have I seen yeh before? Maybe around here, have yeh ever been to Singapore?"
Jack sounds as if he can't quite place where he's seen Sands, I have to wonder when the last time he saw a mirror was.
"No, we're just passin through, lookin fer a friend o' ours if truth be told." Sands replied cool as ever, we never talked about a story on our history I hope he's got one for us. One that doesn't make me look too bad. Not that we'll ever be asked that's the one good thing about pirates, no questions bout the past just the future.
"We were headin up to England but well, as I said we lost our friend so now we have to traipse all over the whole o' the fucking Caribbean looking for the hairy little fucker who, lets face it is most likely on a beach drinking rum and, has forgotten all about us."
I roll my eyes at Sands little speech well at least he gave up on the surrounded by whores idea. Jack winces a little and says,
"Not all people sit on a beach drinking rum cause they enjoy it mate." Sands and I pretend to be confused by this statement although we both know what he's talking about. The good Captain pleased with our reaction smiles and introduces himself.
"The names Captain Jack Sparrow and this ere is me firs' mate Gibbs," he points to Gibbs who by now has had a lot to drink and just mumbles something incoherent.
"Sands and the little wench here calls hersell Linz." I glare at him, for once glad that he can see it; I am so going to kill him or at least inflict some sort of pain.
He pretends not to notice my death glare instead picks up my jug o' rum and empties it in one gulp.
"We seem to have run out of rum, Linz ye know where the bar is don't you?"
I hate him, that smug, self-involved basterd, that mother fucking, donkey loving, son of a whores rent boy.
He drank the last of my rum, and now he wants me to get him some more like a tavern wench, which reminds me if he calls me wench one more time I'll...
"HELLO? Don't freak out on me sugarbutt, you were in your own world of vengeance and pain. Could you just try to stick to the plot? I want you to go to the bar, and get us a refill (turning to Jack) Captain you want more rum?" Jack delighted that someone called him Captain without being reminded and that someone is offering him free rum gratefully accepts, leaving me to go to the bar and get it.
a/n- If you spot any obvious mistakes please let me know.
So if you are reading this please review to let me know that all this is worth while I know that I need to find buck but I'm getting crazier not better
Sands has made it his goal in life to get me to say out loud some of the things he comes out with which is not good. And pretty soon I'll have Jack running around in here too and that is definitely not good. So please for the sake of my sanity review.