Hi! This is my first fic, so please feel free to review! In fact, I rely on reviews! Thanks to my beta-reader, Piratelf. I apologise for the overly dramatic language in advance, and if I tend to waffle bear with me. Here it is then, without much further ado. (Oh, and the all-important disclaimer; I do NOT own anything vaguely POTC, as to the lady in this her adventures are all her own). Even if you don't like this and just read it tell me what you think. Thanks.
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Like all things this story has a beginning, so this is where we will start. And like all good stories, it has ups and downs and places in between. If you do not wish to join us in our journey, down the winding roads of memory lane, then please feel free to leave. If you do, then please make yourself comfortable, as this story spans many years and dips from the truth to the mythical and the near impossible, nay, improbable. For this, ladies and gentlemen, is the tale of people, many people, but most specifically a certain pirate Captain and the best kept secret in the Caribbean, the lady who stole his heart. Let me introduce you to the place where our journey commences, it is a town. Which town, you may ask? Well, the town itself is of no importance, it is merely the place where everything started. So the town, we shall call it Port David for our sake dear reader, was a highly busy market town, and this day was no exception. The streets were overflowing with people, brightly covered stalls surrounded by eager buyers and sellers. The air was an exotic infusion of spices, fresh fish, warm loaves and fruits. By one of these said stalls was a young lady (early twenties). Now, this woman was of average height, had sun kissed skin and brown hair. Granted she was of no particular appearance, and melted into the crowd, many of whom where far more pleasing to the eye than she. Her most startling feature were her eyes, being the colour of black coffee with one dollop of cream and a speckle of gold, giving her a permanently mischievous look. She was currently bartering with the fish seller over a fine piece of codfish; he was of course offering a much higher price than any person would pay, but eventually, after much debate and a flick of the hair, a much more reasonable price was agreed on. The young lady in question was in a particular rush this morning, as her father (we shall meet him later) was expecting visitors. Thus she did not look where she was going until it was too late; she ran straight into a man. Her things were remarkably all right; the vegetables needed a bit of dusting, minus that the bumping was not too traumatic.
"I'm so sorry sir, I wasn't looking where I was going, I…'" she blurted. The man, from what she could see (from picking her wares up) appeared to be a sailor or a seaman, for he was dressed in unusual attire from what she could see of his back, tri-cornered hat, bandana…and braids? And he smelled like a mixture of sea salt, rum and… Her thoughts trailed off as she realised she was staring.
"Its alright luv, s'along as ye didn't break me rum," the man turned quickly, bending down to pick her basket.
"Thank you sir."
She stopped realising she did not know the name of her acquaintance.
"It's Captain, Captain Jack Sparrow, luv" saying this he bowed deeply grasped her hand and gently brushed his lips against her skin.
At this she let out a laugh, the sound of which caused him to look up, their eyes locked and time passed.
They say time stops when you meet your true love. What they don't tell you is that everything goes twice as fast afterwards to make up. They parted, the clock struck, and she was gone.
It was almost as if she knew him from another life like back then she was his husband and he was her wife…
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Reviews much appreciated, the lady will remain nameless until I can come up with a good name. Any suggestions?
Thanks to my three reviewers :) as to the tense well it's a tale being told to you so it will be in past tense in parts :).
Thanks x