Chapter Four : Meet Captain Jack Sparrow
Jack stuck the tip of the sword into the dirt floor and leaned on it as he regarded Will. "Well, yer style has improved, I'll give ye that."
Will gave him a mock bow before wiping off the sweat from his upper brow with a rag. "Why, thank you, Jack. But you still have not told my why you are here."
"The wedding, my good man!" Jack exclaimed, throwing his hands up in excitement.
"Wedding?" Will repeated. He picked up Jack's fallen sword and placed it back on the wall before giving Jack a confused look.
"Aye, the wedding. And how be the lovely Elizabeth?"
Will nodded, a smile coming to his face at the mention of Elizabeth. "The wedding is scheduled to be in five months. It would be sooner, but some of her family is coming over from England. And Elizabeth is...well, Elizabeth."
A dreamy look crossed his face that made Jack laugh. "Ah, you have been bit hard, me friend. Now, where be me bag? Ah, there 'tis." Opening it, he proudly produced two silver candlesticks with a flourish and presented them to Will. "An engagement gift for the happy couple. Hope you and yer bonny lass will enjoy them much."
Will eyed them," Jack, you didn't happen to...acquire these here in Port Royal, did you?"
"'Course not," Jack lied with a smile. Will sighed and thanked him. After promising to return for the wedding, Jack said his goodbyes and snuck back to the docks where he saw a most bewitching sight.
The deserted dock was bathed in the moonlight that made the surrounding water sparkle. Saviya danced under the night sky on the wooden planks of the dock, her body a flowing drift of spins, turns and curves. Eyes closed, she hummed a tune to herself. Her skirt lifted a fell against her nimble legs and her arms arched in the air in languid motions. The galbi (gold coins) on her skirt and her jewelry flashed in the moonlight. Opening her eyes, she smiled at the full moon, reaching her hands up as though to touch it. A movement out of the corner of her eye stilled her and she turned towards it.
A man stood about twelve paces away watching her. A man who looked very different from the men she'd seen in town today. This man wore black leather boots, brown worn breeches, a loose white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, a black vest and a sash tied around his waist that held a sword in one side and a pistol in the other. His tanned face was attractive, she saw. He had dark eyes that were rimmed with black kohl, a mustache and chin hair with two braided pieces hanging down. There were all sorts of bead in his dark hair that glinted in the faint light. Atop his head was a black tri cornered hat and underneath this hat, his eyes were still staring at her.
Saviya regarded him warily as he came nearer. She noticed he walked with a sway to his step and wondered if he was drunk. Stopping in front of her, he grasped one her right hands and, to her surprise, brought it up to his lips. "I don't believe we've met before, lass," he said a deep, pleasing voice. He then said, after a profound pause, "I am Captain Jack Sparrow."
Saviya stared at him, too bewildered by him to protest to him grabbing her hand. She murmured her name. "Saviya."
Jack lowered her hand but did not let it go. "And does this Saviya 'ave a last name?" he asked, staring at her eyes.
Those eyes narrowed. "Why? Is 'Saviya' not good enough for ye?" she asked angrily, yanking her hand back.
Jack's eyes widened and he waved his hands in the air in front of him. "No, no, I din't mean it like that, lass! Jest askin'."
Saviya looked at him curiously for a second before answering, "It is jest Saviya. I 'ave recently dropped me last name."
"'N what ye be doing out here? 'Side dancing in the middle of the night on the docks, 'course. Because it seems to me that a beautiful lass such as yerself should be inside somewhere. So, if ye'll just follow me..." He started to lead her to the right but stopped when she didn't move. Saviya looked up at him curiously, "Who exactly ARE ye, Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected. "And I happen to be the best pirate in all of the Caribbean."
"A pirate?" Saviya silently cursed herself for not realizing this before. Remembering his earlier question, she said, "I'm lookin' for a way ta leave this bi-lacho (no good) place. Or, I was, before I started ta dance."
"Where are ye headed?"
"Whichever way dat the wind blows."
Jack grinned. This would bring the perfect opportunity to woo this lass. Into his bed, hopefully. "What a small world," he said, "because that's jest the way me ship is headed. Ye are welcome to come along." He said the last part with a sweep of his arm, the grin on his face distracting her from the somewhat slurred speech. He figured he had nothing to lose. He could woo this lass into his bed or, if she proved herself too much trouble, he could just leave her at the next stop, Tortuga. Looking into the distance, he lost himself in the thought of the plentiful drink and strumpets that was Tortuga.
Saviya gave a one shouldered shrug before nodding," Misto."
"What?" he looked at her, not understanding what she'd said. What language was she even speaking?
"Alright," she repeated.
Jack drew himself up with an air of authority," Well, then we leave now. 'Tis best not to stay too long in a place where a noose already has me name on it. Aye, are ye ready to go?"
Saviya nodded again with a click of her tongue," Yes, got me bags and I 'ave already seen Charles."
"Who's that?" Jack asked, starting to walk in the direction of the woods farther down the shore where he'd hidden the rowboat. Saviya followed, "I don't want to tell ye."
"Why."
"Because I don't entirely trust ye yet. And it's none of yer business."
He turned and looked her, wondering if this was going to be a problem and if he should just leave her now. 'Because I'm a pirate?"
"I've got no problem with pirates. Gypsies break just as many laws," she shrugged.
He nodded after a second, turned and continued walking even though she hadn't really answered his question. A gypsy, he mused to himself. Well, this SHOULD be an interesting tale once he pulled it out from her. Once in the rowboat, he began to row out and around the jutting cove to where he'd told his crew to anchor the Black Pearl out of sight. He kept one eye on Saviya during the ride and watched the fingertips of her one hand trail lightly in the water. A faraway look was in her eyes as she stared into the water. Once onboard, he relieved Gibbs of watch and told him to get to the helm as they were preparing to leave. The rest of the crew was sleeping below.
Gibbs stared at the strangely dressed woman on deck by the railing but a sharp look from Jack sent him to the helm without comment. When Jack looked back at Saviya, she was sitting on the railing with her legs swinging, her left hand holding the rope next to her. With a devilish smile, he sidled over to her and said lowly, "Lass, ye should be getting' to sleep. I don't advise sleeping with the crew, but ye can stay in me quarters."
Saviya looked over her shoulder at him and he found himself caught in the image of her face and bare shoulder in the moonlight as she looked back at him. "I'll sleep on the deck."
His eyes widened, "On deck? No, luv, me room is much more comf-"
"I'm used to sleeping outside. Ov vilo isi (It is alright)," she interrupted and then turned her face back to the water. Jack scowled at the dismissal and stalked over to his quarters and slammed the door shut behind him. Why he had half a mind to throw her off now...
A minute later, Saviya settled down onto the deck and used her bags as a pillow. She stared up into the sky, thinking of Louzsa and Jessenia, the father from her childhood and the different Charles she'd seen today. Jessenia had told her to send her love, but it was impossible with that man. She hoped her mother would not be disappointed. She then thought of Jack. She found him extremely charming and sexy but thought his invitation to his bed tonight somewhat amusing. Maybe...Saviya grinned. It would be interesting to have some fun with this Captain. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
At the helm, Gibbs shook his head as he saw the Captain storm to his room, fuming over this lass. "'Tis bad luck," he muttered, guiding the ship.
Jack stuck the tip of the sword into the dirt floor and leaned on it as he regarded Will. "Well, yer style has improved, I'll give ye that."
Will gave him a mock bow before wiping off the sweat from his upper brow with a rag. "Why, thank you, Jack. But you still have not told my why you are here."
"The wedding, my good man!" Jack exclaimed, throwing his hands up in excitement.
"Wedding?" Will repeated. He picked up Jack's fallen sword and placed it back on the wall before giving Jack a confused look.
"Aye, the wedding. And how be the lovely Elizabeth?"
Will nodded, a smile coming to his face at the mention of Elizabeth. "The wedding is scheduled to be in five months. It would be sooner, but some of her family is coming over from England. And Elizabeth is...well, Elizabeth."
A dreamy look crossed his face that made Jack laugh. "Ah, you have been bit hard, me friend. Now, where be me bag? Ah, there 'tis." Opening it, he proudly produced two silver candlesticks with a flourish and presented them to Will. "An engagement gift for the happy couple. Hope you and yer bonny lass will enjoy them much."
Will eyed them," Jack, you didn't happen to...acquire these here in Port Royal, did you?"
"'Course not," Jack lied with a smile. Will sighed and thanked him. After promising to return for the wedding, Jack said his goodbyes and snuck back to the docks where he saw a most bewitching sight.
The deserted dock was bathed in the moonlight that made the surrounding water sparkle. Saviya danced under the night sky on the wooden planks of the dock, her body a flowing drift of spins, turns and curves. Eyes closed, she hummed a tune to herself. Her skirt lifted a fell against her nimble legs and her arms arched in the air in languid motions. The galbi (gold coins) on her skirt and her jewelry flashed in the moonlight. Opening her eyes, she smiled at the full moon, reaching her hands up as though to touch it. A movement out of the corner of her eye stilled her and she turned towards it.
A man stood about twelve paces away watching her. A man who looked very different from the men she'd seen in town today. This man wore black leather boots, brown worn breeches, a loose white shirt that was unbuttoned at the top, a black vest and a sash tied around his waist that held a sword in one side and a pistol in the other. His tanned face was attractive, she saw. He had dark eyes that were rimmed with black kohl, a mustache and chin hair with two braided pieces hanging down. There were all sorts of bead in his dark hair that glinted in the faint light. Atop his head was a black tri cornered hat and underneath this hat, his eyes were still staring at her.
Saviya regarded him warily as he came nearer. She noticed he walked with a sway to his step and wondered if he was drunk. Stopping in front of her, he grasped one her right hands and, to her surprise, brought it up to his lips. "I don't believe we've met before, lass," he said a deep, pleasing voice. He then said, after a profound pause, "I am Captain Jack Sparrow."
Saviya stared at him, too bewildered by him to protest to him grabbing her hand. She murmured her name. "Saviya."
Jack lowered her hand but did not let it go. "And does this Saviya 'ave a last name?" he asked, staring at her eyes.
Those eyes narrowed. "Why? Is 'Saviya' not good enough for ye?" she asked angrily, yanking her hand back.
Jack's eyes widened and he waved his hands in the air in front of him. "No, no, I din't mean it like that, lass! Jest askin'."
Saviya looked at him curiously for a second before answering, "It is jest Saviya. I 'ave recently dropped me last name."
"'N what ye be doing out here? 'Side dancing in the middle of the night on the docks, 'course. Because it seems to me that a beautiful lass such as yerself should be inside somewhere. So, if ye'll just follow me..." He started to lead her to the right but stopped when she didn't move. Saviya looked up at him curiously, "Who exactly ARE ye, Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain. Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected. "And I happen to be the best pirate in all of the Caribbean."
"A pirate?" Saviya silently cursed herself for not realizing this before. Remembering his earlier question, she said, "I'm lookin' for a way ta leave this bi-lacho (no good) place. Or, I was, before I started ta dance."
"Where are ye headed?"
"Whichever way dat the wind blows."
Jack grinned. This would bring the perfect opportunity to woo this lass. Into his bed, hopefully. "What a small world," he said, "because that's jest the way me ship is headed. Ye are welcome to come along." He said the last part with a sweep of his arm, the grin on his face distracting her from the somewhat slurred speech. He figured he had nothing to lose. He could woo this lass into his bed or, if she proved herself too much trouble, he could just leave her at the next stop, Tortuga. Looking into the distance, he lost himself in the thought of the plentiful drink and strumpets that was Tortuga.
Saviya gave a one shouldered shrug before nodding," Misto."
"What?" he looked at her, not understanding what she'd said. What language was she even speaking?
"Alright," she repeated.
Jack drew himself up with an air of authority," Well, then we leave now. 'Tis best not to stay too long in a place where a noose already has me name on it. Aye, are ye ready to go?"
Saviya nodded again with a click of her tongue," Yes, got me bags and I 'ave already seen Charles."
"Who's that?" Jack asked, starting to walk in the direction of the woods farther down the shore where he'd hidden the rowboat. Saviya followed, "I don't want to tell ye."
"Why."
"Because I don't entirely trust ye yet. And it's none of yer business."
He turned and looked her, wondering if this was going to be a problem and if he should just leave her now. 'Because I'm a pirate?"
"I've got no problem with pirates. Gypsies break just as many laws," she shrugged.
He nodded after a second, turned and continued walking even though she hadn't really answered his question. A gypsy, he mused to himself. Well, this SHOULD be an interesting tale once he pulled it out from her. Once in the rowboat, he began to row out and around the jutting cove to where he'd told his crew to anchor the Black Pearl out of sight. He kept one eye on Saviya during the ride and watched the fingertips of her one hand trail lightly in the water. A faraway look was in her eyes as she stared into the water. Once onboard, he relieved Gibbs of watch and told him to get to the helm as they were preparing to leave. The rest of the crew was sleeping below.
Gibbs stared at the strangely dressed woman on deck by the railing but a sharp look from Jack sent him to the helm without comment. When Jack looked back at Saviya, she was sitting on the railing with her legs swinging, her left hand holding the rope next to her. With a devilish smile, he sidled over to her and said lowly, "Lass, ye should be getting' to sleep. I don't advise sleeping with the crew, but ye can stay in me quarters."
Saviya looked over her shoulder at him and he found himself caught in the image of her face and bare shoulder in the moonlight as she looked back at him. "I'll sleep on the deck."
His eyes widened, "On deck? No, luv, me room is much more comf-"
"I'm used to sleeping outside. Ov vilo isi (It is alright)," she interrupted and then turned her face back to the water. Jack scowled at the dismissal and stalked over to his quarters and slammed the door shut behind him. Why he had half a mind to throw her off now...
A minute later, Saviya settled down onto the deck and used her bags as a pillow. She stared up into the sky, thinking of Louzsa and Jessenia, the father from her childhood and the different Charles she'd seen today. Jessenia had told her to send her love, but it was impossible with that man. She hoped her mother would not be disappointed. She then thought of Jack. She found him extremely charming and sexy but thought his invitation to his bed tonight somewhat amusing. Maybe...Saviya grinned. It would be interesting to have some fun with this Captain. She closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
At the helm, Gibbs shook his head as he saw the Captain storm to his room, fuming over this lass. "'Tis bad luck," he muttered, guiding the ship.