A/N: Sorry for taking so long on this chapter, stupid writers block *kicks at a brick*
Ok, just to let y'all know, I reposted some of the screwed up chapters in this story, with the help of my editor person Suzanne J Anyways, here we go with the next chapter…Lemme just say that I reposted ALL OF MY CHAPTERS, so go ahead and read them again, they've been changed. And if anyone actually reads these A/Ns, please type in "DRINK UP, ME 'EARTIES, YO HO" in your review so I know whether or not I should write anything especially important here…
Disclaimer: ACK! I've been forgetting! Ok, I don't own anything/anyone except for Victoria and a few people that weren't in the movie. You know the deal. Don't sue me, I got no money anyways. Savvy? (I don't own that word, either)
Victoria awoke on the deck the next morning. Jack was laying facedown beside her, still asleep. Hesitantly, she leaned over and poked him. He woke with a start.
"I'm not a eunuch," he said stupidly in his sleep, flipping over. Victoria laughed and poked him again.
"Jack," she whispered into his ear, "wake up." His eyes fluttered open. He squinted up at Victoria, and frowned.
"Where am I?" he said tiredly. She held out her hand and he took it as she attempted to lift him up. He smacked his lips, his eyes landing on the two empty rum bottles from the previous night.
"One good thing about traveling with rumrunners," he said as he stood, rubbing his eyes and yawning, "is that they never run out of rum. Now if you'll excuse me, love," he grunted, "I got me some rum to drink." He swaggered down to the galley, until he was out of sight. Victoria remained on the deck, bathing in the sunlight, until Jack came back up with two bottles of rum.
"Here you go, love," he beamed, handing her a bottle. "Nothing like rum t'wake ye up in the early morning. I heard that we're nearing Tortuga. We'll be there t'night, savvy?" he said, opening the bottle and taking a swig. "Drink up, love."
"T-t-tortuga?" Victoria said tentatively.
"Ah, so ye've never heard of Tortuga," he said proudly. "Well, then, it'll be a sweet surprise fer ye, love." He leaned on the side, looking down at the water.
"Come and see this," he said, gesturing for her to come. She got up from her seat on the floor and came next to him. Victoria looked down and noticed two pale gray dolphins racing the ship vigourously.
"That's a good omen," Jack said cheerfully, "when dolphins meet you at sea, ye get good luck." Victoria saw the lively action of the dolphins and couldn't possibly think that it wasn't true.
"I feel lucky," she said flirtingly. Jack turned to look at her, a question in his eyes.
"And why is that, love?" he said, smirking. She shrugged mockingly and continued staring at the playful animals.
Victoria stood there the whole day, and no one objected, mostly because she was a woman. Occasionally, Jack would pass by and she would look at him flirtingly. He would be completely oblivious to it, though, and continue working.
Hours later, when the sun had begun going down and the dolphins had left, they docked at Tortuga. The rumrunners let them off the ship as they themselves continued sailing, off for some more bootlegging.
"Easy there, love," Jack said, helping Victoria off the ship as she stumbled. He caught her in his arms and they continued down to the streets of Tortuga.
"This is…eh….interesting," she said, watching two whores being chased by drunken men, giggling loudly.
"It is indeed a sad life for those who have never breathed the sweet carniferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy?" Jack said, leading her towards a pub. "What do you think?" he said, stopping in front of a woman dumping the contents of a chamber pot onto a man.
"It'll linger," Victoria said, wrinkling her nose. They stopped at a pub, called The Faithful Bride. A statue of a woman stood out front of it, wearing irons on her stone wrists.
Victoria smelled a strong smell of rum and candle wax as she walked in. There were raucous fights all over the place accompanied with the sounds of men yellilng and women squealing drunkenly. Jack led her to the bar table, where a barkeeper was leaning. He had a tankard of rum, and he was sloppily drinking it. There was rum dribbling down his chin. His eyes were narrowed at a woman, who was flirting giddily with him.
Jack plopped himself down onto a stool, Victoria sitting carefully beside him. She warily eyed a bulky man who took a seat beside her.
"Well, if it ain't Jack Sparrow. S'been a long time. So what'll it be?" the bartender said, leaning forward.
"Two rums, please. And it's Captain Jack Sparrow." Soon the rum was set in front of them. Jack took his quickly and began slurping his greedily. Victoria's mouth dropped open as she took a sip from hers.
"C'mon, love! That's not how a pirate drinks it! Drink up, love!" Jack exclaimed, swinging his tankard. Rum went all over Victoria's hair. "Uh oh," Jack said, smiling nervously. Victoria looked up at the rum dripping down her face. She sat in stone silence for a minute, then a giggle escaped her mouth. Soon, it grew to heaving laughter as she lifted her rum and swilled it into her mouth.
"See, having fun now love?" Jack said, laughing. Victoria nodded.
Suddenly, a finger traced down her spine. She shivered and turned around. Her sight was blurred and her head was feeling light. The candles made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She crossed her eyes, trying to focus on who had touched her back. It was the big bulky man.
"C'mon, lass. Let's have some fun," he said, pulling her. She resisted.
"Uh…" she slurred. Though she was drunk, she knew that this man was danger. He yanked her close.
"I said let's go. Now." His arm clamped around her thin wrists as she barely resisted. Instead, she was weakly calling,
"Jack! I don't think I'm having fun anymore!"
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