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The hot sun beat down on Amanda's miserable head. It was a horrible day on the streets. It was hot and overcrowded and Amanda had forgotten her hat so if she decided to ever look up from the ground she had to squint. If this was rock bottom Amanda could find a lower place. Annabella was babbling incessantly about almost every man within eyeshot. "Oh my! Would you look at the man that's been following us? He's sooo handsome in that rugged way. You know what I mean Mandy! He seems like the type of man who would just get rough with you. I'll bet he can really make a girl scream." Amanda rolled her eyes at her mistress' behavior. Annabella often talked to Amanda about sex, her sexual experiences, her sexual fantasies . . . pretty much everything that Amanda did not want to hear about. Amanda, although not unaware of the world of sex, was not interested in participating in it. However she did cast a glance behind her shoulder at the strange man following them. The man was indeed handsome. His tanned, angular face was surrounded by a mass of black hair that was topped with a weather beaten tri-cornered hat and he was wearing what was most definitely pirate's clothing. It wouldn't have surprised Amanda if he had come from the ominous ship she had seen last night. He reminded her of the ship; sly, mysterious, and unnerving to say the least. Amanda even had to agree that this man probably was very good and very dirty in bed. She suddenly realized that the man was staring back at her and he winked one of black, kohl-lined eyes at her. She snapped her head back with a dignified, "humph," and violently collided with a lamppost. The force of impact was enough to throw her backwards onto her back and make her head hurt so bad she saw stars.
Her vision went black for a moment and her ears were filled with a very unpleasant ringing sound which was soon replaced by Annabella's voice, "Oh, well that wasn't very graceful now was it Mandy? Honestly, who walks straight into a pole?" Annabella's voice was quickly joined by another, "Ye can't blame the lil' luv really. It's very hard for most women to keep their eyes off a' me. She's not the first lil' missy to bumble over me good looks."
The blackness in front of Amanda's eyes cleared and was replaced by the faces of Annabella and the mysterious man who had been following them. The man helped her stand up while Annabella waived her fan frivolously at Amanda. Amanda contemplated glaring at the man evilly but then suddenly remembered her manners. She forced a smile, "Thank you very much for your assistance Mister. . .Man," she finished lamely when he didn't supply her with a name. Annabella stepped up to the man, pushing Amanda out of the way. "Do not mind Mandy, she is just a maid," she said sweetly to the stranger. He grinned at Amanda and said, "And a maid that walks into lampposts a' that!" Amanda glanced up from rubbing the fresh bump on her forehead and then away quickly attempting to hider her red face. It was one bad thing about being Irish, her usually ivory skin would turn red as a tomatoe if she experienced any emotion be it happiness, embarrassment, anxiety, or at the moment: anger.
Amanda was angry at being made fun of by this stranger and she was also very hurt that Annabella chose her misfortune to make conversation with the unkind man. She realized suddenly that Annabella was still making fun of her with the man. "She's always doing clumsy things. Why just yesterday she broke my father's best china. I suppose it is because of her being Irish. All the women there are used to doing such manly tasks that when they are called upon to do ladylike things their hands are just to rough and thick for it." It was obvious that she was about to go on when the man did something that no man had ever, ever done. He gently pushed Annabella out of the way, silencing her, and then walked right up to Amanda. Both girls stared with their mouths open. Amanda was so dumbfounded that she didn't protest when the man put his face close to hers and cradled her face gently to inspect her bump. "Tha's a nasty one, it is. Come wi' me, I know someone who'll look a' it." Amanda opened her mouth to protest but Annabella spoke before she could, "Of course sir, that is very gracious of you. However, it would be lovely if we could know your name first." The man smiled, but didn't take his eyes away from Amanda's face, which made her very uncomfortable. "I'm Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow and just for the sake of politeness what be your names?" Annabella giggled demurely and then stated with pride, "My name is Annabella Elizabeth Byer. This is Mandy." The captain's eyes still hadn't moved from Amanda's beet red face, which she was desperately trying to hide from his piercing gaze. He gave a smile that showed numerous gold and silver teeth that Amanda found unnervingly sexy and said, "There now that tha's outta the way, shall we be off?" He held out his arm for Annabella and the two began to walk but not before Jack whispered in her ear, "I think ye ave' lovely hands, pet."
A/U: first fanfic so review and tell me what you like/dislike. Rated R for later chapters. Just so u know things are about to really pickup.
The hot sun beat down on Amanda's miserable head. It was a horrible day on the streets. It was hot and overcrowded and Amanda had forgotten her hat so if she decided to ever look up from the ground she had to squint. If this was rock bottom Amanda could find a lower place. Annabella was babbling incessantly about almost every man within eyeshot. "Oh my! Would you look at the man that's been following us? He's sooo handsome in that rugged way. You know what I mean Mandy! He seems like the type of man who would just get rough with you. I'll bet he can really make a girl scream." Amanda rolled her eyes at her mistress' behavior. Annabella often talked to Amanda about sex, her sexual experiences, her sexual fantasies . . . pretty much everything that Amanda did not want to hear about. Amanda, although not unaware of the world of sex, was not interested in participating in it. However she did cast a glance behind her shoulder at the strange man following them. The man was indeed handsome. His tanned, angular face was surrounded by a mass of black hair that was topped with a weather beaten tri-cornered hat and he was wearing what was most definitely pirate's clothing. It wouldn't have surprised Amanda if he had come from the ominous ship she had seen last night. He reminded her of the ship; sly, mysterious, and unnerving to say the least. Amanda even had to agree that this man probably was very good and very dirty in bed. She suddenly realized that the man was staring back at her and he winked one of black, kohl-lined eyes at her. She snapped her head back with a dignified, "humph," and violently collided with a lamppost. The force of impact was enough to throw her backwards onto her back and make her head hurt so bad she saw stars.
Her vision went black for a moment and her ears were filled with a very unpleasant ringing sound which was soon replaced by Annabella's voice, "Oh, well that wasn't very graceful now was it Mandy? Honestly, who walks straight into a pole?" Annabella's voice was quickly joined by another, "Ye can't blame the lil' luv really. It's very hard for most women to keep their eyes off a' me. She's not the first lil' missy to bumble over me good looks."
The blackness in front of Amanda's eyes cleared and was replaced by the faces of Annabella and the mysterious man who had been following them. The man helped her stand up while Annabella waived her fan frivolously at Amanda. Amanda contemplated glaring at the man evilly but then suddenly remembered her manners. She forced a smile, "Thank you very much for your assistance Mister. . .Man," she finished lamely when he didn't supply her with a name. Annabella stepped up to the man, pushing Amanda out of the way. "Do not mind Mandy, she is just a maid," she said sweetly to the stranger. He grinned at Amanda and said, "And a maid that walks into lampposts a' that!" Amanda glanced up from rubbing the fresh bump on her forehead and then away quickly attempting to hider her red face. It was one bad thing about being Irish, her usually ivory skin would turn red as a tomatoe if she experienced any emotion be it happiness, embarrassment, anxiety, or at the moment: anger.
Amanda was angry at being made fun of by this stranger and she was also very hurt that Annabella chose her misfortune to make conversation with the unkind man. She realized suddenly that Annabella was still making fun of her with the man. "She's always doing clumsy things. Why just yesterday she broke my father's best china. I suppose it is because of her being Irish. All the women there are used to doing such manly tasks that when they are called upon to do ladylike things their hands are just to rough and thick for it." It was obvious that she was about to go on when the man did something that no man had ever, ever done. He gently pushed Annabella out of the way, silencing her, and then walked right up to Amanda. Both girls stared with their mouths open. Amanda was so dumbfounded that she didn't protest when the man put his face close to hers and cradled her face gently to inspect her bump. "Tha's a nasty one, it is. Come wi' me, I know someone who'll look a' it." Amanda opened her mouth to protest but Annabella spoke before she could, "Of course sir, that is very gracious of you. However, it would be lovely if we could know your name first." The man smiled, but didn't take his eyes away from Amanda's face, which made her very uncomfortable. "I'm Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow and just for the sake of politeness what be your names?" Annabella giggled demurely and then stated with pride, "My name is Annabella Elizabeth Byer. This is Mandy." The captain's eyes still hadn't moved from Amanda's beet red face, which she was desperately trying to hide from his piercing gaze. He gave a smile that showed numerous gold and silver teeth that Amanda found unnervingly sexy and said, "There now that tha's outta the way, shall we be off?" He held out his arm for Annabella and the two began to walk but not before Jack whispered in her ear, "I think ye ave' lovely hands, pet."
A/U: first fanfic so review and tell me what you like/dislike. Rated R for later chapters. Just so u know things are about to really pickup.
