The docks were the worst place a woman could find herself after dark, unless she was there to ply her... wares. Bonny picked her way over drunken sailors, barrells, and rats before she found where she was looking for.
The Kings head was the disreptutable tavern of disreptutable taverns. It leaned drunkenly over a wharf and was surrounded by crates, empty barrells, and sailors passed out on the ground. Bonny steeled herself, gathered her new skirts around herself (paid for curtesy of the Kings navy) and stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was the noise. The babbling drunken shouting and singing was almost a tangiable force. That and the smell. Wincing, she made her way to the bar, avoiding mens hands as much as possible. The barman was run off his feet. Red in the face and panting he barely gave her a glance.
"What'll it be?"
"I was looking for Jack Sparrow," she yelled over the noise.
"You 'ave to buy a drink. I don't do introductions."
"Ah, ah rum please."
He nodded and dissapeared. Aparantly that was what every one was drinking here. He came back with a tankard looking none too clean and gave her a nod.
"'es usually about here, though I dunno what the likes of you wants with him."
She thanked him and paid, then glanced around trying to get her bearings.
The only thing she noticed was a drunk bearing down on her.
"Well, me pretty wench, come to make a quick penny?"
She stared up at his inebriated face and grimaced.
"Euch, no. Could you breath in another direction please."
"Whass that?" He circled her wrist in one large hand and tried to drag her with him.
With a quick kick to his backside, he stumbled headfirst into a table and fell unconcious to the floor. If only the men at the table had too.
The three of them stood and glowered at her.
"You just spilled our drinks. We don't take kindly to that," one said and unsheathed a cutlass. The whole bar fell silent at the unmistakeable sound of a weapon being drawn.
"Are you gonna pay for that?"
Yeah right. If she had any bleedin' money left!
Clearing her throat, she opted for a destraction. She spoke loudly for the watching crowd. "I'm looking for Jack Sparrow."
The quality of silence lessened even further. Someone laughed at the back.
"Join the qeue," a man muttered.
"Its Captain." Another said, even softer.
The man with the cutlass prodded her.
"Is 'e gonna pay for the drink?"
She swallowed and nodded. "Of course he is."
As if by one, every head swivled to the corner.
Bonny noted the widening gap around her and began to bite her nails like she hadn't eaten in a week.
The man in the corner had a woman on one knee, and his other leg placed on the table. He waved his tankard at the crowd, his face hidden in the shadow of his tri-cornered hat. For a moment he was motionless, staring at her from under his hat.
Just as Bonny was about to run for the door he stood and patted the woman vaugely.
"Don't worry Darlin'. She don't mean nothin' to me. Nothin'."
He stumbled sideways, narrowly missing the wall. Patted it, mumbled 'sorry love,' righted himself and staggered to Bonny.
Standing toe to toe with her, he leaned his face into hers.
She gaped at him, trying not to inhale. So this was the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow! He was handsome enough, she supposed, underneath the matted hair, the plaited dreadlocks, and the layers of grime and tan. Not the mention the bizzare eye lining of charcoal!
His eyes were sharp, if a little cloudy at the moment. Infact they were crosseyed as he studied her face.
He placed a ringed hand on her shoulder and leaned uncomfortably close.
"Have we...knocked boots before? You know..." he made an obsene hand gesture.
"No!" Bonny shoved him away disgusted. He nearly toppled over before straightening with a jangle of beads.
"Don't worry Darlin', you'll get yer chance." He winked and gave a mischivous grin that showed his gold teeth. "Savvy?"
Bonny put a hand to her head, trying to figure out when things had gone out of her control.
"So you're Jack Sparrow."
A pained expression crossed his face. "Its Captain love, Captain."
The man with the cutlass stepped forward. "So you're the Jack Sparrow who'se gonna pay for our drinks?"
"Its Cap- what?" He spun around to stare at him. He raised both index fingers and pointed at Bonny. "I 'ave no idea who this strumpet is lads, so if ye would be so good as-"
"Beer now!" The cutlass found its way to Jacks throat.
He glanced down, winced and stared amiably at the man.
"Do you think it's wise to cross swords with a pirate?"
The man was about to answer when Bonny stepped forward. Holding out a handful of pieces of eight, she gave her most disarming smile.
"Will this be enough, gentlemen?"
Snatching the coins off her palm, he muttered, "Not too bloody soon."
She watched him stumble to the bar before turning and catching Jack giving her a long glance.
She gave another smile, feeling slightly flustered.
"If you-would-be-so-good," Jack slurred, "as to give me back me purse...?"
Hesitating for a moment, she decided against pleading innocence, and placed it back in his palm.
"Thank-you-very-much." He spun on his heel and marched to his table. It took him a few moments to notice the strumpet had gone.
"Damn fast women," he muttered, and took a swig of his rum.
"Oh what do you want now?" He growled as Bonny took a seat at his table.
"Yer not the kind o woman I'm looking for. Wouldn't know what you'd take if I fell asleep."
Ignoring his mumblings, she said clearly, "I have a business proposition for you."
One eye peered at her from over the tankard.
The Kings head was the disreptutable tavern of disreptutable taverns. It leaned drunkenly over a wharf and was surrounded by crates, empty barrells, and sailors passed out on the ground. Bonny steeled herself, gathered her new skirts around herself (paid for curtesy of the Kings navy) and stepped inside. The first thing she noticed was the noise. The babbling drunken shouting and singing was almost a tangiable force. That and the smell. Wincing, she made her way to the bar, avoiding mens hands as much as possible. The barman was run off his feet. Red in the face and panting he barely gave her a glance.
"What'll it be?"
"I was looking for Jack Sparrow," she yelled over the noise.
"You 'ave to buy a drink. I don't do introductions."
"Ah, ah rum please."
He nodded and dissapeared. Aparantly that was what every one was drinking here. He came back with a tankard looking none too clean and gave her a nod.
"'es usually about here, though I dunno what the likes of you wants with him."
She thanked him and paid, then glanced around trying to get her bearings.
The only thing she noticed was a drunk bearing down on her.
"Well, me pretty wench, come to make a quick penny?"
She stared up at his inebriated face and grimaced.
"Euch, no. Could you breath in another direction please."
"Whass that?" He circled her wrist in one large hand and tried to drag her with him.
With a quick kick to his backside, he stumbled headfirst into a table and fell unconcious to the floor. If only the men at the table had too.
The three of them stood and glowered at her.
"You just spilled our drinks. We don't take kindly to that," one said and unsheathed a cutlass. The whole bar fell silent at the unmistakeable sound of a weapon being drawn.
"Are you gonna pay for that?"
Yeah right. If she had any bleedin' money left!
Clearing her throat, she opted for a destraction. She spoke loudly for the watching crowd. "I'm looking for Jack Sparrow."
The quality of silence lessened even further. Someone laughed at the back.
"Join the qeue," a man muttered.
"Its Captain." Another said, even softer.
The man with the cutlass prodded her.
"Is 'e gonna pay for the drink?"
She swallowed and nodded. "Of course he is."
As if by one, every head swivled to the corner.
Bonny noted the widening gap around her and began to bite her nails like she hadn't eaten in a week.
The man in the corner had a woman on one knee, and his other leg placed on the table. He waved his tankard at the crowd, his face hidden in the shadow of his tri-cornered hat. For a moment he was motionless, staring at her from under his hat.
Just as Bonny was about to run for the door he stood and patted the woman vaugely.
"Don't worry Darlin'. She don't mean nothin' to me. Nothin'."
He stumbled sideways, narrowly missing the wall. Patted it, mumbled 'sorry love,' righted himself and staggered to Bonny.
Standing toe to toe with her, he leaned his face into hers.
She gaped at him, trying not to inhale. So this was the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow! He was handsome enough, she supposed, underneath the matted hair, the plaited dreadlocks, and the layers of grime and tan. Not the mention the bizzare eye lining of charcoal!
His eyes were sharp, if a little cloudy at the moment. Infact they were crosseyed as he studied her face.
He placed a ringed hand on her shoulder and leaned uncomfortably close.
"Have we...knocked boots before? You know..." he made an obsene hand gesture.
"No!" Bonny shoved him away disgusted. He nearly toppled over before straightening with a jangle of beads.
"Don't worry Darlin', you'll get yer chance." He winked and gave a mischivous grin that showed his gold teeth. "Savvy?"
Bonny put a hand to her head, trying to figure out when things had gone out of her control.
"So you're Jack Sparrow."
A pained expression crossed his face. "Its Captain love, Captain."
The man with the cutlass stepped forward. "So you're the Jack Sparrow who'se gonna pay for our drinks?"
"Its Cap- what?" He spun around to stare at him. He raised both index fingers and pointed at Bonny. "I 'ave no idea who this strumpet is lads, so if ye would be so good as-"
"Beer now!" The cutlass found its way to Jacks throat.
He glanced down, winced and stared amiably at the man.
"Do you think it's wise to cross swords with a pirate?"
The man was about to answer when Bonny stepped forward. Holding out a handful of pieces of eight, she gave her most disarming smile.
"Will this be enough, gentlemen?"
Snatching the coins off her palm, he muttered, "Not too bloody soon."
She watched him stumble to the bar before turning and catching Jack giving her a long glance.
She gave another smile, feeling slightly flustered.
"If you-would-be-so-good," Jack slurred, "as to give me back me purse...?"
Hesitating for a moment, she decided against pleading innocence, and placed it back in his palm.
"Thank-you-very-much." He spun on his heel and marched to his table. It took him a few moments to notice the strumpet had gone.
"Damn fast women," he muttered, and took a swig of his rum.
"Oh what do you want now?" He growled as Bonny took a seat at his table.
"Yer not the kind o woman I'm looking for. Wouldn't know what you'd take if I fell asleep."
Ignoring his mumblings, she said clearly, "I have a business proposition for you."
One eye peered at her from over the tankard.