Chapter 3: Rosalia
About a half an hour later, they docked in the Port of Rosalia. Now it was clear why they called it Rosalia. There were roses everywhere! They were all of vibrant different colors and had large blooming blossoms. Jack and Celeste stepped off the gangplank and on the dock. They stopped and beheld the surroundings.
"Ohh! This place is prettier than ever!" Celeste exclaimed, grabbing onto Jack's arm and shaking it in attempt to make him pay more attention. She inhaled deeply and took in the soft relaxing fragrance of the graceful flowers.
"Aye, it is. An' they make such good rum..." Jack trailed off dreamily, thinking about the rum that soon be his. "Wha' do you need to get 'ere, if not their glorious rum?" Celeste sighed, irritated, weary of the fact that pirates were such rum-aholics. 'Come on, expensive wine at least?' she'd always thought.
"Well, I have to buy a few things like--"
"Me gun!" Jack exclaimed, surprising Celeste and causing her to jump. "Gimme back me gun!"
"Oh, right." Celeste remembered. "I'll get it for you later. It's back in my room." Jack sighed in disappointment, but nodded in agreement. Kind of like a defeated puppy... how sad... but sort of funny considering who it was.
'This is the tougher than nails pirate captain I've heard so many tales about?!' Celeste thought in disbelief.
"Anyway," Celeste started, "I need to buy a pistol here. I've always wanted one! I also need new swords, new clothes, new--"
"More clothes?!" Jack exclaimed.
"Yes. I can never have enough." Celeste told him as if it were so obvious.
"I'll never understand women..." Jack mumbled. "Well then," he started more audibly, "I'm off to buy me rum." he started towards the city.
"Wait!" she called after him. He turned to look at her. "Come with me!"
"Oh, I don't--"
"Please!" Celeste pleaded. "I'll go with you to buy your rum later! I'll buy it for you, in fact. I don't know my way around the city like I used to, so..."
"Oh, alright." Jack sighed, giving in to her puppy dog look.
"Great!" Celeste exclaimed. She grabbed Jack's arm and dragged him towards the city.
* * *
By the time Celeste had finished her shopping, the sun was sinking behind the red sun-stained Caribbean, and she had her arms full of boxes. She had bought two medium-length, broad-bladed swords, a silver pistol, bullets for the pistol, and a red tri-corner hat that strongly resembled Jack's except for the color. She struggled to walk with the load,
but it was dreadfully hard.
"Oh, Jack!" Celeste whined. "Can't you help me with some of this?"
"I suppose so." Jack replied, holding out his hands, ready to receive some boxes.
"Great!" Celeste exclaimed. "Then you can hold this," she handed him a large, long box containing her swords, "and this," she handed him a smaller but still rather large box containing her pistol, "and this, and this." she piled the hat box on top of the other two, and then, on top of everything, she piled a medium sized box containing the pistol bullets. Jack was buried up to his neck in boxes.
"Erm... this is quite a load, darling." he hesitated, struggling not to drop anything.
"Well, I just figured that a big, strong man like you could handle it." she said, running her hand down his arm. "But if you can't handle it..."
"Oh, well, er, yes... Yes I can." Jack assured in a slightly deeper voice, straightening his posture. "I just meant that, er, you bought quite a lot."
"Oh, okay, that's what I thought." she added, faking a sweet tone and smile. She overcame her will to laugh out loud at Jack's ego, and spoke again. "So, off to buy your rum, then?"
"Yes, yes, let's go!" Jack pressed.
"Which way is the pub?" Celeste asked.
"Righ' over there." he pointed to a building with a sign that read 'Charlie's Pub' hanging from it.
"Ah, good." she started for the pub. Jack struggled under the weight of the boxes and began to stagger slowly but surely (and rather comically) to follow her. The way he walked (or rather, staggered) was a mix of carrying too much weight and trying to hide the fact that it was indeed to much weight.
"Come, Jack!" Celeste called. Jack followed, struggling.
* * *
They entered the pub and beheld at least twenty drunken men wandering around, singing, dancing, and passing out.
"Henry!" Jack called to a man who was hunched over a bottle of rum. He set down the boxes by the door. Since the boxes seemingly belonged to Jack Sparrow (and they knew him well in a place like this), no one would steal them.
"Wh-who is it?" the man called back to Jack, extremely drunk. "What's the password?!"
"Henry, ol' boy!" Jack laughed, slapping him on the back. "It's Jack!"
"Ah! Jack! How ye doin', ol' Jack?" Henry yelled to him, even though he stood right next to him. "Back again, eh?" he glanced at Celeste. "Found some more 'company,' 'ave ye?" he laughed. Celeste looked offended and disgusted. "Ye always did come back for more!" he laughed again. Celeste scoffed in disgust. Henry kept trying to take a drink from the rum bottle he was holding, but he would miss his mouth every time; he tried to raise the top to his mouth, but he would hit his nose or his jaw each time.
"Er," Jack hesitated, looking at Celeste and then back to Henry. "Wh- what are
you talkin' about? I-I never--"
"What?!" Henry yelled, missing the bottle top again. "You're a legend 'round here! We heard you had at least five women in your room the night you left!"
"Jack!" Celeste squealed in disapproval.
"'e's drunk. Doesn't know what 'e's talkin' about..." Jack trailed off. He turned away from Celeste and started towards the bar. "Goodbye, Henry!" He rushed over to the bar.
"I swear, Jack, sometimes..." Celeste sighed. She went and stood next to him.
"Jack!" the bartender exclaimed.
"Charlie, me ol' pal!" Jack exclaimed.
"Long time no see! Back for more company, eh?" he laughed. Celeste scoffed.
"Excuse me, sir, but how dare you?!" she exclaimed angrily. "I happen to be a friend of Jack's! Part of his crew, as a matter of fact!" Jack had his eyes shut tight, a look on his face that screamed 'big mistake.'
"Whoa! I'm sorry, Miss!" Charlie exclaimed. "I didn't mean to--"
"Must we bring our business here, Jack?" Celeste complained.
"They 'ave the best rum in the Caribbean, love." Jack reasoned calmly, trying to calm her down.
"Ugh! Fine!" she gave in. "Just get your rum and get me out of here! AH!" just then, a drunken man flew into the bar right in back of her. She jumped forward, basically into Jack's arms. She didn't realize where she was for a moment until...
"UNHAND ME!" she yelled at Jack and sprung backwards.
"I didn't 'hand' you in the first place..." Jack trailed off. He then lowered his voice, "But maybe later, if you--"
SLAP! Celeste slapped him hard in the face.
"You are so despicable!" she cried as she crossly folded her arms across her stomach and looked away from him.
"Pirate." Jack shrugged, smirking. Celeste sighed in irritation. "Er, why don't you, er, look at the pretty rum over there..." he reasoned, placing his hand on her shoulder and gesturing towards the other end of the bar where some rum bottles were displayed in cases. "I need to talk to Charlie for a moment, darling."
"Oh? Something I cant hear?" Celeste asked suspiciously. "Well, that's just fine. I don't want to hear it anyway."
"Good." Jack said, seeing her to the other end of the bar. Celeste paused for a moment.
"What is it that I don't want to hear?"
"Nothing you're interested in." he replied.
"Ohh, I hate being left out of the loop!" she cried.
"It's not gossip, love. It's, er, man to man talk." Jack hesitated.
"Yuck! Never mind!" Celeste dismissed in disgust. She stationed herself at the end of the bar near the display of rum bottles.
Jack walked back to the other end of the bar and sat down on a stool in front of Charlie. After Jack thought she was out of earshot, he spoke.
"So, tell me, Charlie, wha' 'ave I missed 'ere in Rosalia?"
"To tell you the truth, Jack," he explained, "not much."
"Ah, yes, I am all the action 'roun' 'ere." Jack flattered himself, studying his nails.
"You get all the action around here." Charlie stated, staring at Celeste, who had just hopped out of the way of a drunken man. "You always did hog it all. It's not fair. Never was."
"Now, Charlie, life isn't fair, now is it?" Jack taunted.
"So, what have you been up to lately, Jack?" Charlie asked, drying a glass mug with a rag. "Besides..." he nodded his head at Celeste.
"'aven' you 'eard the stories?" Jack asked obviously.
"About the Black Pearl and the cursed treasure?" Charlie asked. "Of course I have. Who hasn't? But are they all true?"
"Aye, they are. All of 'em"
"Even the one about how you made wings out of palm prongs and flew off a high rocky cliff down to the Black Pearl?" Charlie asked eagerly.
"Oh, yes, that was quite an amazin' feat o' mine." Jack lied without showing flaw, looking at his nails again.
Apparently, Celeste wasn't as out of earshot as Jack had figured. She had excellent hearing added to the fact that Jack and Charlie had to speak a little louder than intended to hear each other over the bar racket. She covered a laugh because of Charlie's last question with a hesitant look at all the drunk people. When she heard Jack's answer, she scoffed.
"So, this young lady you're with... who is she?" Charlie asked curiously, eyeing Celeste. "Real high class one you got this time."
"Oh, jus' some girl who insisted on followin' me from Ruby Falls. Mad, she is."
"Got 'em chasing after you now?" Charlie asked. "Lucky dog. But if you didn't want her to follow you, then why'd you let her? Not going soft on us, are you?" he asked tauntingly.
"Oh, no. She's... she's rich. An' she wants to play pirate for a little while, so as long as I get rum an' money out o' 'er, I'm satisfied." Jack stated rudely.
"Rum and money? Is that all you want to get out of her?" Charlie laughed disgustingly.
"Maybe, if she's lucky." Jack laughed. "We'll jus' see 'ow long I'll 'ave to wait." he shrugged.
'Play pirate?' Celeste thought angrily, pretending she hadn't heard. 'Lucky I have bloody good hearing. Great. Now I can expect a knife in my back.' she turned to face the wall and smiled cruelly, Jack in mind. 'I'll make sure I get exactly what I want out of you, Jack Sparrow. I can wrap you around my finger. Your ego is too big and your mind is too narrow...' She paused for a moment and then, '"More than rum and money?" "If she's lucky?" Ugh! I am so going to get him back for that!'
"Well, that certainly sounds like you, Jack!" Charlie laughed.
"Aye, but this one's a little stubborn." Jack stated, conjuring a plan inside that unwashed, improper pirate head of his. "Your strongest rum, then." They both laughed like pigs.
'Men...' Celeste thought disgustedly.
"Have a drink on the house, Jack!" Charlie filled two glass mugs with rum and handed one to Jack. "Here's to Jack!"
"Take what you can," Jack started.
"Give nothing back!" they both toasted
"Jack! Get your rum and let's go!" Celeste called.
Okay, well I certainly do hope you liked that chapter! Please review! I worked for MONTHS and every time I got a spare second on this fic! No wonder I got that grade in Spanish... Ah, well, it was worth it! Stress relief, you know! One moment of thinking of Jack and I'm okay again! ^^; ! Anyway, please review!
About a half an hour later, they docked in the Port of Rosalia. Now it was clear why they called it Rosalia. There were roses everywhere! They were all of vibrant different colors and had large blooming blossoms. Jack and Celeste stepped off the gangplank and on the dock. They stopped and beheld the surroundings.
"Ohh! This place is prettier than ever!" Celeste exclaimed, grabbing onto Jack's arm and shaking it in attempt to make him pay more attention. She inhaled deeply and took in the soft relaxing fragrance of the graceful flowers.
"Aye, it is. An' they make such good rum..." Jack trailed off dreamily, thinking about the rum that soon be his. "Wha' do you need to get 'ere, if not their glorious rum?" Celeste sighed, irritated, weary of the fact that pirates were such rum-aholics. 'Come on, expensive wine at least?' she'd always thought.
"Well, I have to buy a few things like--"
"Me gun!" Jack exclaimed, surprising Celeste and causing her to jump. "Gimme back me gun!"
"Oh, right." Celeste remembered. "I'll get it for you later. It's back in my room." Jack sighed in disappointment, but nodded in agreement. Kind of like a defeated puppy... how sad... but sort of funny considering who it was.
'This is the tougher than nails pirate captain I've heard so many tales about?!' Celeste thought in disbelief.
"Anyway," Celeste started, "I need to buy a pistol here. I've always wanted one! I also need new swords, new clothes, new--"
"More clothes?!" Jack exclaimed.
"Yes. I can never have enough." Celeste told him as if it were so obvious.
"I'll never understand women..." Jack mumbled. "Well then," he started more audibly, "I'm off to buy me rum." he started towards the city.
"Wait!" she called after him. He turned to look at her. "Come with me!"
"Oh, I don't--"
"Please!" Celeste pleaded. "I'll go with you to buy your rum later! I'll buy it for you, in fact. I don't know my way around the city like I used to, so..."
"Oh, alright." Jack sighed, giving in to her puppy dog look.
"Great!" Celeste exclaimed. She grabbed Jack's arm and dragged him towards the city.
* * *
By the time Celeste had finished her shopping, the sun was sinking behind the red sun-stained Caribbean, and she had her arms full of boxes. She had bought two medium-length, broad-bladed swords, a silver pistol, bullets for the pistol, and a red tri-corner hat that strongly resembled Jack's except for the color. She struggled to walk with the load,
but it was dreadfully hard.
"Oh, Jack!" Celeste whined. "Can't you help me with some of this?"
"I suppose so." Jack replied, holding out his hands, ready to receive some boxes.
"Great!" Celeste exclaimed. "Then you can hold this," she handed him a large, long box containing her swords, "and this," she handed him a smaller but still rather large box containing her pistol, "and this, and this." she piled the hat box on top of the other two, and then, on top of everything, she piled a medium sized box containing the pistol bullets. Jack was buried up to his neck in boxes.
"Erm... this is quite a load, darling." he hesitated, struggling not to drop anything.
"Well, I just figured that a big, strong man like you could handle it." she said, running her hand down his arm. "But if you can't handle it..."
"Oh, well, er, yes... Yes I can." Jack assured in a slightly deeper voice, straightening his posture. "I just meant that, er, you bought quite a lot."
"Oh, okay, that's what I thought." she added, faking a sweet tone and smile. She overcame her will to laugh out loud at Jack's ego, and spoke again. "So, off to buy your rum, then?"
"Yes, yes, let's go!" Jack pressed.
"Which way is the pub?" Celeste asked.
"Righ' over there." he pointed to a building with a sign that read 'Charlie's Pub' hanging from it.
"Ah, good." she started for the pub. Jack struggled under the weight of the boxes and began to stagger slowly but surely (and rather comically) to follow her. The way he walked (or rather, staggered) was a mix of carrying too much weight and trying to hide the fact that it was indeed to much weight.
"Come, Jack!" Celeste called. Jack followed, struggling.
* * *
They entered the pub and beheld at least twenty drunken men wandering around, singing, dancing, and passing out.
"Henry!" Jack called to a man who was hunched over a bottle of rum. He set down the boxes by the door. Since the boxes seemingly belonged to Jack Sparrow (and they knew him well in a place like this), no one would steal them.
"Wh-who is it?" the man called back to Jack, extremely drunk. "What's the password?!"
"Henry, ol' boy!" Jack laughed, slapping him on the back. "It's Jack!"
"Ah! Jack! How ye doin', ol' Jack?" Henry yelled to him, even though he stood right next to him. "Back again, eh?" he glanced at Celeste. "Found some more 'company,' 'ave ye?" he laughed. Celeste looked offended and disgusted. "Ye always did come back for more!" he laughed again. Celeste scoffed in disgust. Henry kept trying to take a drink from the rum bottle he was holding, but he would miss his mouth every time; he tried to raise the top to his mouth, but he would hit his nose or his jaw each time.
"Er," Jack hesitated, looking at Celeste and then back to Henry. "Wh- what are
you talkin' about? I-I never--"
"What?!" Henry yelled, missing the bottle top again. "You're a legend 'round here! We heard you had at least five women in your room the night you left!"
"Jack!" Celeste squealed in disapproval.
"'e's drunk. Doesn't know what 'e's talkin' about..." Jack trailed off. He turned away from Celeste and started towards the bar. "Goodbye, Henry!" He rushed over to the bar.
"I swear, Jack, sometimes..." Celeste sighed. She went and stood next to him.
"Jack!" the bartender exclaimed.
"Charlie, me ol' pal!" Jack exclaimed.
"Long time no see! Back for more company, eh?" he laughed. Celeste scoffed.
"Excuse me, sir, but how dare you?!" she exclaimed angrily. "I happen to be a friend of Jack's! Part of his crew, as a matter of fact!" Jack had his eyes shut tight, a look on his face that screamed 'big mistake.'
"Whoa! I'm sorry, Miss!" Charlie exclaimed. "I didn't mean to--"
"Must we bring our business here, Jack?" Celeste complained.
"They 'ave the best rum in the Caribbean, love." Jack reasoned calmly, trying to calm her down.
"Ugh! Fine!" she gave in. "Just get your rum and get me out of here! AH!" just then, a drunken man flew into the bar right in back of her. She jumped forward, basically into Jack's arms. She didn't realize where she was for a moment until...
"UNHAND ME!" she yelled at Jack and sprung backwards.
"I didn't 'hand' you in the first place..." Jack trailed off. He then lowered his voice, "But maybe later, if you--"
SLAP! Celeste slapped him hard in the face.
"You are so despicable!" she cried as she crossly folded her arms across her stomach and looked away from him.
"Pirate." Jack shrugged, smirking. Celeste sighed in irritation. "Er, why don't you, er, look at the pretty rum over there..." he reasoned, placing his hand on her shoulder and gesturing towards the other end of the bar where some rum bottles were displayed in cases. "I need to talk to Charlie for a moment, darling."
"Oh? Something I cant hear?" Celeste asked suspiciously. "Well, that's just fine. I don't want to hear it anyway."
"Good." Jack said, seeing her to the other end of the bar. Celeste paused for a moment.
"What is it that I don't want to hear?"
"Nothing you're interested in." he replied.
"Ohh, I hate being left out of the loop!" she cried.
"It's not gossip, love. It's, er, man to man talk." Jack hesitated.
"Yuck! Never mind!" Celeste dismissed in disgust. She stationed herself at the end of the bar near the display of rum bottles.
Jack walked back to the other end of the bar and sat down on a stool in front of Charlie. After Jack thought she was out of earshot, he spoke.
"So, tell me, Charlie, wha' 'ave I missed 'ere in Rosalia?"
"To tell you the truth, Jack," he explained, "not much."
"Ah, yes, I am all the action 'roun' 'ere." Jack flattered himself, studying his nails.
"You get all the action around here." Charlie stated, staring at Celeste, who had just hopped out of the way of a drunken man. "You always did hog it all. It's not fair. Never was."
"Now, Charlie, life isn't fair, now is it?" Jack taunted.
"So, what have you been up to lately, Jack?" Charlie asked, drying a glass mug with a rag. "Besides..." he nodded his head at Celeste.
"'aven' you 'eard the stories?" Jack asked obviously.
"About the Black Pearl and the cursed treasure?" Charlie asked. "Of course I have. Who hasn't? But are they all true?"
"Aye, they are. All of 'em"
"Even the one about how you made wings out of palm prongs and flew off a high rocky cliff down to the Black Pearl?" Charlie asked eagerly.
"Oh, yes, that was quite an amazin' feat o' mine." Jack lied without showing flaw, looking at his nails again.
Apparently, Celeste wasn't as out of earshot as Jack had figured. She had excellent hearing added to the fact that Jack and Charlie had to speak a little louder than intended to hear each other over the bar racket. She covered a laugh because of Charlie's last question with a hesitant look at all the drunk people. When she heard Jack's answer, she scoffed.
"So, this young lady you're with... who is she?" Charlie asked curiously, eyeing Celeste. "Real high class one you got this time."
"Oh, jus' some girl who insisted on followin' me from Ruby Falls. Mad, she is."
"Got 'em chasing after you now?" Charlie asked. "Lucky dog. But if you didn't want her to follow you, then why'd you let her? Not going soft on us, are you?" he asked tauntingly.
"Oh, no. She's... she's rich. An' she wants to play pirate for a little while, so as long as I get rum an' money out o' 'er, I'm satisfied." Jack stated rudely.
"Rum and money? Is that all you want to get out of her?" Charlie laughed disgustingly.
"Maybe, if she's lucky." Jack laughed. "We'll jus' see 'ow long I'll 'ave to wait." he shrugged.
'Play pirate?' Celeste thought angrily, pretending she hadn't heard. 'Lucky I have bloody good hearing. Great. Now I can expect a knife in my back.' she turned to face the wall and smiled cruelly, Jack in mind. 'I'll make sure I get exactly what I want out of you, Jack Sparrow. I can wrap you around my finger. Your ego is too big and your mind is too narrow...' She paused for a moment and then, '"More than rum and money?" "If she's lucky?" Ugh! I am so going to get him back for that!'
"Well, that certainly sounds like you, Jack!" Charlie laughed.
"Aye, but this one's a little stubborn." Jack stated, conjuring a plan inside that unwashed, improper pirate head of his. "Your strongest rum, then." They both laughed like pigs.
'Men...' Celeste thought disgustedly.
"Have a drink on the house, Jack!" Charlie filled two glass mugs with rum and handed one to Jack. "Here's to Jack!"
"Take what you can," Jack started.
"Give nothing back!" they both toasted
"Jack! Get your rum and let's go!" Celeste called.
Okay, well I certainly do hope you liked that chapter! Please review! I worked for MONTHS and every time I got a spare second on this fic! No wonder I got that grade in Spanish... Ah, well, it was worth it! Stress relief, you know! One moment of thinking of Jack and I'm okay again! ^^; ! Anyway, please review!