Only the Truth
Author's note: Hey y'all! Gooooo me! I've been getting many many reviews lately! This makes me quite happy. But only on this story! So, you consider yourself a Johnny Depp fan? Do you like "Once upon a time in Mexico"(even though...blah I won't spoil it for people who have not seen thy movie). Well, if you do please please please read and review the beginning of my brand spankin' new OUATIM fan fic! You can just look under my penname and it'll be like, numero UNO (# 1 for our non-Spanish speaking amigos...I mean friends! I'm not Spanish though; I just speak it because I'm in Spanish class. Makes sense, ehh?) . Yeah, it's called: "On Second thought" and I love writing it! Just like this little ficcy...anyway. I HAVE SEEN SILIENCE OF THE LAMBS! I actually loved it. It was, in my opinion mucho better-o than Hannibal. But that's just me... Any suggestions for awesome sites and or fanfics?????? I'd love to know! Here we go...
OH YEAH! AND PRETEND THAT JACK KNOWS YOUR NAME! Because I hate those insert name here things. It's like insert body part here. ANY WAY! READ ON BROTHA! Or rather sister...
Chapter 5
You and Jack walked into a dark and dreary pub filled with yelling and fighting men. You couldn't believe it was still daylight out side! There were very few women, and some that didn't look like women at all. As the pub noticed you and Jack enter everyone suddenly started silencing each other. Everyone, you soon noticed, was starring at you and Jack! You heard some whispers along the lines of "Who's he got wit' im? She looks like a noble the meh" and such speech along those lines. You looked down. Your dress was covered in dirt and you could tell your hair was in a flurry piled on the top of your head. "Some noble" you muttered to yourself. Luckily, before Jack could respond to you the bar tender came over.
"'Ello Jack, ol' friend!" he had mouse brown hair and ugly broken and yellow teeth (A/N Imagine Gollum's tooth close up in "Return of the King" eww, that was more gross than Frodo's after-Shelob-attacks-him stage. Ughhhh). Jack evidently knew the man.
"Ello Andrew" you flinched at the name. You had almost forgotten about Andrew, Mary, Lorenzo, or anyone from your former life, or what you considered to be your former life. Thank goodness none of them could see you now. In a pub with a pirate in your arm! What a reputation you would earn! However, this was much better than just being homeless.
"So" Andrew continued "You be wantin' yer special room?" He winked at Jack. You realized then that Jack must not have been all the gentlemen you gave him credit for. Thank goodness Jack saved the day.
"There'll be none of that business here today" he said, looking a bit ashamed that you had heard about his past women affairs. "This lass is only me lady friend. Nothing more than that". Suddenly you felt like a fire had gone ablaze in your heart. "Only a lady friend!" you heard yourself thinking in your head. You calmed yourself down and realized that you wanted Jack. Your brain almost exploded at this realization and your heart pumped many miles an hour. But luckily, your brain took over the hypothalamus (A/n I do pay attention in Health!) and you reminded yourself that you didn't really know Jack that well. But you had a feeling that you would get to know him better very soon.
"Alright then Jack. Whatever you say! How's' about a nice lil' booth fer you and the missus?"
"That would be quite fine Andrew. Thank you" Andrew led you and Jack over to a small booth for two near the back of the pub. You then noticed that the whole pub was still glaring at you. You shot one of the closest men a I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-don't-stop-looking-at- me look. Apparently it worked since right after that, the same man threw a rum bottle across the room hitting another man in the head. He fell over unconscious and his beer buddy (or rum buddy) pulled out his cutlass. Or at least tried to pull out his cutlass since he lost grip on it and it fell on the floor with a pang. He looked very confused. You laughed.
"Think that's funny?" Jack asked you in an amused expression. You gave no answer, so you wouldn't have to lie.
"Well come along with me to any pub you like! Things like that aren't rare. Stupid blighter must have no idea what's coming towards 'im." Just then, another man with an eye patch and an earring took a chair and hit the confused man in the head ala wrestle-mania style (I don't really know if it's wrestle-mania, but just pretend! You know what I'm talking about). You laughed again. For the next few moments you watched the poor drunken men bully each other, and finally when you shifted your gaze back to Jack, you noticed him looking at you. He mumbled something like "sorry" and looked down at his hands. A barmaid walked over.
"Well, ye two gonna have some rum?" she asked. Jack shook his head merrily before looking towards you.
"Rum?" he said. Sure why not, you figured as long as you can speak freely you might as well seize the day!
"Yes, please" You really started to amaze yourself. The barmaid walked off.
"You've been pretty quiet, lass. What's on yer mind?" he asked with such sincerity you wanted to spill your soul out to him. Luckily, the barmaid came back right at that moment.
"Here 'tis" she said, putting down two cups of amber liquid. You gazed at it for a moment as Jack almost downs the whole thing in one gulp. You then remember something your father said to you when you weren't nothing but a babe (this is sort of Moulin-Rouge-ish. When Christian remembers what his dad said about France):
"Rum is a vile drink that could turn even the most honest man into a drunken scab! Stay away from it, missy!"
Then you remembered that for one, you were definitely not an honest person and two, you were not a man either! You took the cup and almost downed it all, also, jackesque.
"That's the spirit!" Jack said. You felt your muscles ease as the fiery liquid burned your throat. Obviously, Jack had not forgotten about his question and asked you again what was on your mind. Finally, you decided you would tell him the tale. You congratulated your self on being more open with people. Maybe it was the rum, or maybe it was just your conscious saying that it wanted to be back in action now that you were ready to tell a gorgeous man your whole story. After all, you had told Melquiades about it. You wondered about Melquiades. What happened to him? Was he still a dream? You started telling Jack the story from the beginning...
Woohoo! Two pages! You lika da juice? Please review!
Author's note: Hey y'all! Gooooo me! I've been getting many many reviews lately! This makes me quite happy. But only on this story! So, you consider yourself a Johnny Depp fan? Do you like "Once upon a time in Mexico"(even though...blah I won't spoil it for people who have not seen thy movie). Well, if you do please please please read and review the beginning of my brand spankin' new OUATIM fan fic! You can just look under my penname and it'll be like, numero UNO (# 1 for our non-Spanish speaking amigos...I mean friends! I'm not Spanish though; I just speak it because I'm in Spanish class. Makes sense, ehh?) . Yeah, it's called: "On Second thought" and I love writing it! Just like this little ficcy...anyway. I HAVE SEEN SILIENCE OF THE LAMBS! I actually loved it. It was, in my opinion mucho better-o than Hannibal. But that's just me... Any suggestions for awesome sites and or fanfics?????? I'd love to know! Here we go...
OH YEAH! AND PRETEND THAT JACK KNOWS YOUR NAME! Because I hate those insert name here things. It's like insert body part here. ANY WAY! READ ON BROTHA! Or rather sister...
Chapter 5
You and Jack walked into a dark and dreary pub filled with yelling and fighting men. You couldn't believe it was still daylight out side! There were very few women, and some that didn't look like women at all. As the pub noticed you and Jack enter everyone suddenly started silencing each other. Everyone, you soon noticed, was starring at you and Jack! You heard some whispers along the lines of "Who's he got wit' im? She looks like a noble the meh" and such speech along those lines. You looked down. Your dress was covered in dirt and you could tell your hair was in a flurry piled on the top of your head. "Some noble" you muttered to yourself. Luckily, before Jack could respond to you the bar tender came over.
"'Ello Jack, ol' friend!" he had mouse brown hair and ugly broken and yellow teeth (A/N Imagine Gollum's tooth close up in "Return of the King" eww, that was more gross than Frodo's after-Shelob-attacks-him stage. Ughhhh). Jack evidently knew the man.
"Ello Andrew" you flinched at the name. You had almost forgotten about Andrew, Mary, Lorenzo, or anyone from your former life, or what you considered to be your former life. Thank goodness none of them could see you now. In a pub with a pirate in your arm! What a reputation you would earn! However, this was much better than just being homeless.
"So" Andrew continued "You be wantin' yer special room?" He winked at Jack. You realized then that Jack must not have been all the gentlemen you gave him credit for. Thank goodness Jack saved the day.
"There'll be none of that business here today" he said, looking a bit ashamed that you had heard about his past women affairs. "This lass is only me lady friend. Nothing more than that". Suddenly you felt like a fire had gone ablaze in your heart. "Only a lady friend!" you heard yourself thinking in your head. You calmed yourself down and realized that you wanted Jack. Your brain almost exploded at this realization and your heart pumped many miles an hour. But luckily, your brain took over the hypothalamus (A/n I do pay attention in Health!) and you reminded yourself that you didn't really know Jack that well. But you had a feeling that you would get to know him better very soon.
"Alright then Jack. Whatever you say! How's' about a nice lil' booth fer you and the missus?"
"That would be quite fine Andrew. Thank you" Andrew led you and Jack over to a small booth for two near the back of the pub. You then noticed that the whole pub was still glaring at you. You shot one of the closest men a I'm-going-to-kill-you-if-you-don't-stop-looking-at- me look. Apparently it worked since right after that, the same man threw a rum bottle across the room hitting another man in the head. He fell over unconscious and his beer buddy (or rum buddy) pulled out his cutlass. Or at least tried to pull out his cutlass since he lost grip on it and it fell on the floor with a pang. He looked very confused. You laughed.
"Think that's funny?" Jack asked you in an amused expression. You gave no answer, so you wouldn't have to lie.
"Well come along with me to any pub you like! Things like that aren't rare. Stupid blighter must have no idea what's coming towards 'im." Just then, another man with an eye patch and an earring took a chair and hit the confused man in the head ala wrestle-mania style (I don't really know if it's wrestle-mania, but just pretend! You know what I'm talking about). You laughed again. For the next few moments you watched the poor drunken men bully each other, and finally when you shifted your gaze back to Jack, you noticed him looking at you. He mumbled something like "sorry" and looked down at his hands. A barmaid walked over.
"Well, ye two gonna have some rum?" she asked. Jack shook his head merrily before looking towards you.
"Rum?" he said. Sure why not, you figured as long as you can speak freely you might as well seize the day!
"Yes, please" You really started to amaze yourself. The barmaid walked off.
"You've been pretty quiet, lass. What's on yer mind?" he asked with such sincerity you wanted to spill your soul out to him. Luckily, the barmaid came back right at that moment.
"Here 'tis" she said, putting down two cups of amber liquid. You gazed at it for a moment as Jack almost downs the whole thing in one gulp. You then remember something your father said to you when you weren't nothing but a babe (this is sort of Moulin-Rouge-ish. When Christian remembers what his dad said about France):
"Rum is a vile drink that could turn even the most honest man into a drunken scab! Stay away from it, missy!"
Then you remembered that for one, you were definitely not an honest person and two, you were not a man either! You took the cup and almost downed it all, also, jackesque.
"That's the spirit!" Jack said. You felt your muscles ease as the fiery liquid burned your throat. Obviously, Jack had not forgotten about his question and asked you again what was on your mind. Finally, you decided you would tell him the tale. You congratulated your self on being more open with people. Maybe it was the rum, or maybe it was just your conscious saying that it wanted to be back in action now that you were ready to tell a gorgeous man your whole story. After all, you had told Melquiades about it. You wondered about Melquiades. What happened to him? Was he still a dream? You started telling Jack the story from the beginning...
Woohoo! Two pages! You lika da juice? Please review!