My Goddess
Cheating Death
Chapter 1: Belleville Rendezvous
Summery: Jack knew Barbossa was dead, but what happens when his mutinous first mate convinces the angel of death to allow him and his crew to seek their revenge against Jack? And what happens when the angel of death gets involved? Better than it sounds! Promise!
A/N: Nothing to say! And I don't know the translation for the song (lots of use you are, Karissa, lol)... for all I know it could be talking about cream cheese! I take Spanish so I can't translate it! -_-
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Jack Sparrow lay on the bed in his room. Noise slammed on all sides of Jack's room. Laughter, cries of ecstasy and bumps came through three walls and music from below the floor. He really wished they would shut up, but he was lucky enough to get this room. Beggars aren't choosers. Jack stared at the ceiling.
There was a slamming on the door and loud giggles, snapping Jack out of his developing reverie. It was probably only a drunk and a whore stumbling along the hallway. Jack cursed as he sat up on his bed. He wanted a girl and to be drunk, preferably from rum. Jack glanced at an empty bottle on the side table. Both rum and whores were expensive in Paris and he was broke as hell.
Jack glanced out the open balcony doors. The lights of Paris illuminated the dark night. He could see the Eiffel Tower against the sky. His apartment was Belleville, a whore house/dance club/apartment building. The no other place rivaled it in popularity and "fun." A pleasant breeze drifted into the room.
The music downstairs ended and there was cheering and clapping. The music started up once more. And more cheering and shouting came from through the floor. Belleville's signature song, Belleville Rendezvous, played a couple times a night. The shouts and cheers quickly died down to listen to the song. Most people were probably on the dance floor.
Jack's door suddenly flew open.
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Theal laughed as she sat in a drunken Frenchman's lap. He started to kiss her neck. She back away. "No, no!" She placed a finger on his lips. "I'm afraid you're not man enough for me." She hopped off as people around laughed.
The Frenchman smiled sheepishly but was soon accompanied by a French whore.
Theal stumble away and up the steps. It had been a while since she had taken any drugs or gotten drunk. Theal almost literally tumbled up the steps to the top. She heard cheering from downstairs. Butterflies suddenly filled her stomach and a smile spread across her face. Belleville Rendezvous! Belleville's song. She loved it. She looked around. No! No one was there to dance with her. She had to find someone to dance with before the lyrics started. She went down the hall and swung a door open. Sitting on a bed was a handsome man.
He looked at her in surprise. Theal rushed over and grabbed his hand. "Come! Dance with me!" She yanked him up from the bed.
"Dance?!" The man said exclaimed.
"O'course dance!" Theal smiled as she pulled him down the stairs. He finally got his footing and stopped. Theal looked at him. "What else are you s'pose to do in this place but dance?"
"I have no money—"
"Money?!" Theal laughed. "I am no whore! I just want to get drunk and have fun!"
"But..." The man started.
"Please?" Theal begged, looking up at him. He pulled him close to her.
The man laughed and Theal pulled him down the rest of the stairs and into the dance floor just as the woman on the stage started to sing:
"J'veux pas finir mes jours à Tombouctou
La peau tirée par des machines à clou
Moi je veux être fripée
Triplement fripée
Fripée comme une triplette de belleville
J'veux pas finir ma vie à Acapulco
Dans ces tourelles aves des gigolos
Moi je veux être tordue
Triplement tordue
Balancée comme une triplette de Belleville
[Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doop dee doo
Vaudou Cancan balais taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous]
J'veux pas finir ma vie à Singapour
J'me dis comment manger des petits fours
Moi j'veux être idiote
Triplement idiote
Gondolée comme une triplette de Belleville
J'veux pas finir ma vie à Honolulu
Chanter comme un oiseau ça n'se fait plus
Je veux ma voix brisée
Triplement brisée
Swinguer comme une triplette de Belleville
[Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doop dee doo
Vaudou Cancan balais taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous]
J'pourrai finir ma vie à Katmandou
C'est bien plus doux de faire des rimes en "dou"
Moi je veux être givrée (Hop!)
Triplement givrée (Hop Hop!)
Swinguer comme les tripletes de Belleville"
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A/N: How's it so far? REVIEW! And I promise Barbossa comes in the next chapter. And yes I know it's not Jack's time period with electricity and the Eiffel Tower and all. But let's pretend it is! It only lasts for a chapter or two so you won't have to strain your brains for too long. And if you know the translation for Belleville Rendezvous (yes it's stolen, muhahahaha) then tell me!
Cheating Death
Chapter 1: Belleville Rendezvous
Summery: Jack knew Barbossa was dead, but what happens when his mutinous first mate convinces the angel of death to allow him and his crew to seek their revenge against Jack? And what happens when the angel of death gets involved? Better than it sounds! Promise!
A/N: Nothing to say! And I don't know the translation for the song (lots of use you are, Karissa, lol)... for all I know it could be talking about cream cheese! I take Spanish so I can't translate it! -_-
~~~~~
Jack Sparrow lay on the bed in his room. Noise slammed on all sides of Jack's room. Laughter, cries of ecstasy and bumps came through three walls and music from below the floor. He really wished they would shut up, but he was lucky enough to get this room. Beggars aren't choosers. Jack stared at the ceiling.
There was a slamming on the door and loud giggles, snapping Jack out of his developing reverie. It was probably only a drunk and a whore stumbling along the hallway. Jack cursed as he sat up on his bed. He wanted a girl and to be drunk, preferably from rum. Jack glanced at an empty bottle on the side table. Both rum and whores were expensive in Paris and he was broke as hell.
Jack glanced out the open balcony doors. The lights of Paris illuminated the dark night. He could see the Eiffel Tower against the sky. His apartment was Belleville, a whore house/dance club/apartment building. The no other place rivaled it in popularity and "fun." A pleasant breeze drifted into the room.
The music downstairs ended and there was cheering and clapping. The music started up once more. And more cheering and shouting came from through the floor. Belleville's signature song, Belleville Rendezvous, played a couple times a night. The shouts and cheers quickly died down to listen to the song. Most people were probably on the dance floor.
Jack's door suddenly flew open.
~~~~
Theal laughed as she sat in a drunken Frenchman's lap. He started to kiss her neck. She back away. "No, no!" She placed a finger on his lips. "I'm afraid you're not man enough for me." She hopped off as people around laughed.
The Frenchman smiled sheepishly but was soon accompanied by a French whore.
Theal stumble away and up the steps. It had been a while since she had taken any drugs or gotten drunk. Theal almost literally tumbled up the steps to the top. She heard cheering from downstairs. Butterflies suddenly filled her stomach and a smile spread across her face. Belleville Rendezvous! Belleville's song. She loved it. She looked around. No! No one was there to dance with her. She had to find someone to dance with before the lyrics started. She went down the hall and swung a door open. Sitting on a bed was a handsome man.
He looked at her in surprise. Theal rushed over and grabbed his hand. "Come! Dance with me!" She yanked him up from the bed.
"Dance?!" The man said exclaimed.
"O'course dance!" Theal smiled as she pulled him down the stairs. He finally got his footing and stopped. Theal looked at him. "What else are you s'pose to do in this place but dance?"
"I have no money—"
"Money?!" Theal laughed. "I am no whore! I just want to get drunk and have fun!"
"But..." The man started.
"Please?" Theal begged, looking up at him. He pulled him close to her.
The man laughed and Theal pulled him down the rest of the stairs and into the dance floor just as the woman on the stage started to sing:
"J'veux pas finir mes jours à Tombouctou
La peau tirée par des machines à clou
Moi je veux être fripée
Triplement fripée
Fripée comme une triplette de belleville
J'veux pas finir ma vie à Acapulco
Dans ces tourelles aves des gigolos
Moi je veux être tordue
Triplement tordue
Balancée comme une triplette de Belleville
[Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doop dee doo
Vaudou Cancan balais taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous]
J'veux pas finir ma vie à Singapour
J'me dis comment manger des petits fours
Moi j'veux être idiote
Triplement idiote
Gondolée comme une triplette de Belleville
J'veux pas finir ma vie à Honolulu
Chanter comme un oiseau ça n'se fait plus
Je veux ma voix brisée
Triplement brisée
Swinguer comme une triplette de Belleville
[Swinging Belleville rendez-vous
Marathon dancing doop dee doo
Vaudou Cancan balais taboo
Au Belleville swinging rendez-vous]
J'pourrai finir ma vie à Katmandou
C'est bien plus doux de faire des rimes en "dou"
Moi je veux être givrée (Hop!)
Triplement givrée (Hop Hop!)
Swinguer comme les tripletes de Belleville"
~~~~~
A/N: How's it so far? REVIEW! And I promise Barbossa comes in the next chapter. And yes I know it's not Jack's time period with electricity and the Eiffel Tower and all. But let's pretend it is! It only lasts for a chapter or two so you won't have to strain your brains for too long. And if you know the translation for Belleville Rendezvous (yes it's stolen, muhahahaha) then tell me!