Disclaimer: If it's from the movie, it's not mine. If it isn't, then it
probably is. This little notice is in effect for the entire story, savvy?
Rating: R Not for cursing. I'm not good with expressing thoughts through curse words. Mainly for violence and sexual situations.
This is my first try at a fanfic, so please review!
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Chapter One: The Rescue
A young woman slapped away another wondering hand as it threatened to fondle her hair. Working in a pub was tough for any woman that refused to prostitute herself.
The girl glared at the offender. It was a grimy man with long whiskers. He was middle-aged and reeked of alcohol. She knew that getting angry would only encourage the crude behavior, so she reluctantly continued cleaning the table space in front of the man.
She pushed back her short blonde hair and focused her dark blue eyes on the task ahead of her, trying her best to ignore the constant suggestive grunts from the man. She looked up when she heard her name being called.
"Shelly!" a high voice cried in excitement. The girl knew who it was because only one person shortened her name like that. Shelly turned around to face someone familiar. She smiled at the girl who had called out her name.
The girl had short blonde hair that was slightly wavy from the humidity and dark blue eyes. Her skin was partially tanned from being out in the Caribbean sun.
"Hey, Allie," Shelly responded.
"What kind of joke is this?" the drunk man exclaimed, spit flying in several directions. He wasn't a regular to this particular pub, so he had no idea why the two girls looked exactly alike.
"You're so drunk that you're seeing double, you meathead," Allie huffed back. Shelly rolled her eyes. "We're twins, you daft twit."
The man could only sit, gaping. Twins weren't a very common sight, especially on an island as small as Tortuga. The girls ignored him and continued with their conversation. Shelly noticed the smirk on Allie's face. She only smirked like that on special occasions.
"Who did you just con?" Shelly questioned, rolling her eyes.
Allie tried to pull an innocent face. "I don't know what you're talking about, dear sister." A reproachful look from Shelly made her sing a different tune. "I haven't conned anyone... yet. A new ship has just docked. Judging from the black sails, I reckon it's the Black Pearl. Have you heard the stories about it?" Allie sighed.
Shelly panicked. Of course she had heard the stories. That's why she was worrying for her sister. Allie had a bad habit of offering to prostitute herself and taking the money beforehand. Then she would drug her client and make a quick get-away. She was lucky that she was still a virgin like Allie. Shelly knew that Allie would get caught and probably taken advantage of one day. Knowing the stories about the crew of the Black Pearl, she figured that time would be coming soon.
"Stay away from that crew," Shelly warned.
Allie stuck out her tongue. "No! Do you know how loaded they are? They have so much treasure that they have secret islands where they hide it!"
"Those are just stories, Allie. Please-"Shelly started, but Allie ran out the door. Shelly sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. She prayed that the crew wasn't as violent as the stories told.
Sure, they made quite a bit of money from Allie's practice. It was even more than Shelly made as a barmaid. Even though Allie graciously shared her earnings, Shelly had to spend every day worrying about her twin. At least Allie had an advantage. She could-
Before Shelly could finish her thoughts, a rough hand reached out and grabbed her arm. Shelly inhaled sharply and looked up at the owner of the hand. A young man with shaggy brown hair that fell to his ears gazed down at her, a mocking gleam in his eye and his mouth pulled up evilly. He focused his dark, soulless eyes on the helpless barmaid.
"Can I help you?" Shelly squeaked. She was used to violent customers, but this was unusual.
"Ye conned me, ye retched 'hore!" he screamed, tightening his grip on Shelly. He used his other hand to push against her back, guiding her out from behind the table and out of the pub.
Shelly pleaded with him the entire time. "No! I didn't! My twin sister, she likes to play jokes, and-"Shelly was interrupted by a gun ramming itself into her side.
"Shut it, ye whinin' slut!" the man screamed as he dragged her around the streets of Tortuga. Shelly couldn't recognize where they were as he turned into several back alleys.
Tears poured down her cheeks. She wasn't even worried for herself; she was worried about someone else getting angry and going after Allie. They finally stopped when the man found an alley without other people in it. He slammed Shelly against the wall and lifted the gun to point under her chin.
"Now, yer gonna give me what I be payin' ye fer in the first place," the man growled, burying his face into the crook of Shelly's neck.
Shelly was helpless as she felt the man start to strip her. She didn't have street smarts like Allie did; she worked in a pub. She wasn't wearing many layers of clothing, and soon she felt her work attire pooling at her feet. Shelly finally collected herself enough to react when she realized that she was in her undergarments.
Shelly took a deep breath and kneed the man in the groin. He doubled over and Shelly grabbed his hair so she could dig her fingers into his eyes. The man wailed loudly. Shelly spent so much time admiring her strength that as she tried to run, the man recuperated and stopped her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and groped her chest with the other.
"Ye won't be doin' no more o' tha', miss," the man scolded. His voice sent shivers down Shelly's spine. Her body was so cold from fear that she almost didn't feel the man's hand fall from her waist to the top of her pantalets. He started to drag the material off of her curvy hips, but then Shelly let out a piercing scream. Her cry was so high pitched that the man abandoned his explorations and covered his ears. Suddenly, clouds covered the evening sky. Thunder started to rumble in the distance.
After holding the note for what seemed like an eternity, Shelly's scream was interrupted by a slap to her face. She caressed her cheek and looked up at the man. He was breathing heavily as he waggled the gun in front of Shelly's face. The clouds and the thunder dissipated.
"Ye be more trouble than ye worth, miss," the man grumbled slowly, losing patience for the situation. He was looking at the sky, his face pulled into a confused look. He shrugged at the unusual weather and looked back at Shelly.
Just as he cocked back the hammer to his gun, a sword point positioned itself in front of his neck. Shelly and the man turned their heads as a low, slurred voice spoke from the shadows.
"Ye wouldn't be harmin' anyone, would ye, sir?" the voice drawled as the owner stepped out of the shadows.
The owner of the mysterious voice had dark, wild hair that was dreded, but covered with a dirty, tri-cornered hat and a red scarf. Even in the darkness of the alley, his tan complexion seemed to shine as his brown eyes darted continuously from Shelly to her assailant. Gold hoops gleamed from his ears and ring glinted from his hand.
Shelly's tormentor recognized the man right away. "Jack Sparrow!" he cried, lowering his gun and backing away from the sword tip that threatened to cut his throat.
The man lowered his sword and rolled his eyes. "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," he muttered. "I didn't live me life only to be disrespected by scum like ye be. The Black Pearl and her crew are ter be treated with all yer respect, savvy?"
The man nodded, dumbfounded, and nimbly scampered away. Shelly's rescuer sighed and sheathed his sword. He turned to her. "Ye be OK, lass?" he asked, looking her up and down. At first Shelly thought he was checking her for injuries, but then she saw the faintest smirk play across his lips, revealing white teeth, along with several gold ones. The gleam in his eye disappeared when his eyes rested on Shelly's necklace. It was a large ruby welded into a brass socket.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Shelly grunted and quickly grabbed her dress from her feet and covered herself with it. Several moans came from behind Captain Jack Sparrow, signifying that he was with a group. An older man with gray hair and long sideburns cleared his throat, silencing all the noise.
Shelly blushed deeply. She looked up at the man, something suddenly coming to her attention. "You're the captain of the Black Pearl?" she whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Aye. Does that, oh, entice ye, perhaps?" the captain whispered back, slowly lifting a hand towards Shelly's cheek.
Alarmed, Shelly quickly batted his hand away. "Thank you for your services, captain. Now please, leave me so that I can... collect myself," Shelly said loudly, referring to getting herself dressed.
Jack looked utterly offended. "I can't jest be leavin' yer all alone. What iffen that scum come back fer ye? I insist on watchin' ye as ye... collect yerself," Jack replied back, just as loudly as Shelly.
Shelly whimpered. Was this man going to treat her as foully as the one he just chased away? Jack's playful look disappeared as he saw panic appear on her face. He cursed himself for being randy with women he barely knew. "I jest be kiddin', lass. Me men and I will be leavin' yer, now. Iffen ye be needin' me 'gain, jest holler like last time," Jack stated, winking.
He clapped his hands and his men cleared out of the alley. Jack was the last one to leave, glancing at Shelly seriously. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, but he left.
Finally alone, tears poured down Shelly's face. She put on her petticoats and corset, followed by her light blue cotton dress. She pulled up her necklace and placed it on top of the layers of clothing. Something about it had puzzled Jack Sparrow.
Shelly wiped her tears away and went to find Allie. There was no way they could continue staying on Tortuga. It was too risky. Shelly slowly made her way back to the pub, mindful of her sore limbs.
Shelly had to keep herself from crying out loud at the sight she was met with in the pub. Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting at the bar... and Allie was on his lap, dressed up in her prostitute costume.
Allie traced Jack's jaw line with her finger. Jack closed his eyes, letting a lewd smirk consume his face. Allie was whispering something into his ear. A slight nod from Jack and Allie was off of his lap and tugging him upstairs towards the rooms.
Shelly couldn't let Allie trick the man who had just saved her life. She had to do something.
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How was that? Well, if you like it, review so that I will know to continue! Explanations and... fun... ahead! I'm always open to constructive criticism and opinions!
-Starle Moonlight
Rating: R Not for cursing. I'm not good with expressing thoughts through curse words. Mainly for violence and sexual situations.
This is my first try at a fanfic, so please review!
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Chapter One: The Rescue
A young woman slapped away another wondering hand as it threatened to fondle her hair. Working in a pub was tough for any woman that refused to prostitute herself.
The girl glared at the offender. It was a grimy man with long whiskers. He was middle-aged and reeked of alcohol. She knew that getting angry would only encourage the crude behavior, so she reluctantly continued cleaning the table space in front of the man.
She pushed back her short blonde hair and focused her dark blue eyes on the task ahead of her, trying her best to ignore the constant suggestive grunts from the man. She looked up when she heard her name being called.
"Shelly!" a high voice cried in excitement. The girl knew who it was because only one person shortened her name like that. Shelly turned around to face someone familiar. She smiled at the girl who had called out her name.
The girl had short blonde hair that was slightly wavy from the humidity and dark blue eyes. Her skin was partially tanned from being out in the Caribbean sun.
"Hey, Allie," Shelly responded.
"What kind of joke is this?" the drunk man exclaimed, spit flying in several directions. He wasn't a regular to this particular pub, so he had no idea why the two girls looked exactly alike.
"You're so drunk that you're seeing double, you meathead," Allie huffed back. Shelly rolled her eyes. "We're twins, you daft twit."
The man could only sit, gaping. Twins weren't a very common sight, especially on an island as small as Tortuga. The girls ignored him and continued with their conversation. Shelly noticed the smirk on Allie's face. She only smirked like that on special occasions.
"Who did you just con?" Shelly questioned, rolling her eyes.
Allie tried to pull an innocent face. "I don't know what you're talking about, dear sister." A reproachful look from Shelly made her sing a different tune. "I haven't conned anyone... yet. A new ship has just docked. Judging from the black sails, I reckon it's the Black Pearl. Have you heard the stories about it?" Allie sighed.
Shelly panicked. Of course she had heard the stories. That's why she was worrying for her sister. Allie had a bad habit of offering to prostitute herself and taking the money beforehand. Then she would drug her client and make a quick get-away. She was lucky that she was still a virgin like Allie. Shelly knew that Allie would get caught and probably taken advantage of one day. Knowing the stories about the crew of the Black Pearl, she figured that time would be coming soon.
"Stay away from that crew," Shelly warned.
Allie stuck out her tongue. "No! Do you know how loaded they are? They have so much treasure that they have secret islands where they hide it!"
"Those are just stories, Allie. Please-"Shelly started, but Allie ran out the door. Shelly sighed, tears welling up in her eyes. She prayed that the crew wasn't as violent as the stories told.
Sure, they made quite a bit of money from Allie's practice. It was even more than Shelly made as a barmaid. Even though Allie graciously shared her earnings, Shelly had to spend every day worrying about her twin. At least Allie had an advantage. She could-
Before Shelly could finish her thoughts, a rough hand reached out and grabbed her arm. Shelly inhaled sharply and looked up at the owner of the hand. A young man with shaggy brown hair that fell to his ears gazed down at her, a mocking gleam in his eye and his mouth pulled up evilly. He focused his dark, soulless eyes on the helpless barmaid.
"Can I help you?" Shelly squeaked. She was used to violent customers, but this was unusual.
"Ye conned me, ye retched 'hore!" he screamed, tightening his grip on Shelly. He used his other hand to push against her back, guiding her out from behind the table and out of the pub.
Shelly pleaded with him the entire time. "No! I didn't! My twin sister, she likes to play jokes, and-"Shelly was interrupted by a gun ramming itself into her side.
"Shut it, ye whinin' slut!" the man screamed as he dragged her around the streets of Tortuga. Shelly couldn't recognize where they were as he turned into several back alleys.
Tears poured down her cheeks. She wasn't even worried for herself; she was worried about someone else getting angry and going after Allie. They finally stopped when the man found an alley without other people in it. He slammed Shelly against the wall and lifted the gun to point under her chin.
"Now, yer gonna give me what I be payin' ye fer in the first place," the man growled, burying his face into the crook of Shelly's neck.
Shelly was helpless as she felt the man start to strip her. She didn't have street smarts like Allie did; she worked in a pub. She wasn't wearing many layers of clothing, and soon she felt her work attire pooling at her feet. Shelly finally collected herself enough to react when she realized that she was in her undergarments.
Shelly took a deep breath and kneed the man in the groin. He doubled over and Shelly grabbed his hair so she could dig her fingers into his eyes. The man wailed loudly. Shelly spent so much time admiring her strength that as she tried to run, the man recuperated and stopped her. He wrapped one arm around her waist and groped her chest with the other.
"Ye won't be doin' no more o' tha', miss," the man scolded. His voice sent shivers down Shelly's spine. Her body was so cold from fear that she almost didn't feel the man's hand fall from her waist to the top of her pantalets. He started to drag the material off of her curvy hips, but then Shelly let out a piercing scream. Her cry was so high pitched that the man abandoned his explorations and covered his ears. Suddenly, clouds covered the evening sky. Thunder started to rumble in the distance.
After holding the note for what seemed like an eternity, Shelly's scream was interrupted by a slap to her face. She caressed her cheek and looked up at the man. He was breathing heavily as he waggled the gun in front of Shelly's face. The clouds and the thunder dissipated.
"Ye be more trouble than ye worth, miss," the man grumbled slowly, losing patience for the situation. He was looking at the sky, his face pulled into a confused look. He shrugged at the unusual weather and looked back at Shelly.
Just as he cocked back the hammer to his gun, a sword point positioned itself in front of his neck. Shelly and the man turned their heads as a low, slurred voice spoke from the shadows.
"Ye wouldn't be harmin' anyone, would ye, sir?" the voice drawled as the owner stepped out of the shadows.
The owner of the mysterious voice had dark, wild hair that was dreded, but covered with a dirty, tri-cornered hat and a red scarf. Even in the darkness of the alley, his tan complexion seemed to shine as his brown eyes darted continuously from Shelly to her assailant. Gold hoops gleamed from his ears and ring glinted from his hand.
Shelly's tormentor recognized the man right away. "Jack Sparrow!" he cried, lowering his gun and backing away from the sword tip that threatened to cut his throat.
The man lowered his sword and rolled his eyes. "CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow," he muttered. "I didn't live me life only to be disrespected by scum like ye be. The Black Pearl and her crew are ter be treated with all yer respect, savvy?"
The man nodded, dumbfounded, and nimbly scampered away. Shelly's rescuer sighed and sheathed his sword. He turned to her. "Ye be OK, lass?" he asked, looking her up and down. At first Shelly thought he was checking her for injuries, but then she saw the faintest smirk play across his lips, revealing white teeth, along with several gold ones. The gleam in his eye disappeared when his eyes rested on Shelly's necklace. It was a large ruby welded into a brass socket.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Shelly grunted and quickly grabbed her dress from her feet and covered herself with it. Several moans came from behind Captain Jack Sparrow, signifying that he was with a group. An older man with gray hair and long sideburns cleared his throat, silencing all the noise.
Shelly blushed deeply. She looked up at the man, something suddenly coming to her attention. "You're the captain of the Black Pearl?" she whispered, almost inaudibly.
"Aye. Does that, oh, entice ye, perhaps?" the captain whispered back, slowly lifting a hand towards Shelly's cheek.
Alarmed, Shelly quickly batted his hand away. "Thank you for your services, captain. Now please, leave me so that I can... collect myself," Shelly said loudly, referring to getting herself dressed.
Jack looked utterly offended. "I can't jest be leavin' yer all alone. What iffen that scum come back fer ye? I insist on watchin' ye as ye... collect yerself," Jack replied back, just as loudly as Shelly.
Shelly whimpered. Was this man going to treat her as foully as the one he just chased away? Jack's playful look disappeared as he saw panic appear on her face. He cursed himself for being randy with women he barely knew. "I jest be kiddin', lass. Me men and I will be leavin' yer, now. Iffen ye be needin' me 'gain, jest holler like last time," Jack stated, winking.
He clapped his hands and his men cleared out of the alley. Jack was the last one to leave, glancing at Shelly seriously. He seemed to be thinking hard about something, but he left.
Finally alone, tears poured down Shelly's face. She put on her petticoats and corset, followed by her light blue cotton dress. She pulled up her necklace and placed it on top of the layers of clothing. Something about it had puzzled Jack Sparrow.
Shelly wiped her tears away and went to find Allie. There was no way they could continue staying on Tortuga. It was too risky. Shelly slowly made her way back to the pub, mindful of her sore limbs.
Shelly had to keep herself from crying out loud at the sight she was met with in the pub. Captain Jack Sparrow was sitting at the bar... and Allie was on his lap, dressed up in her prostitute costume.
Allie traced Jack's jaw line with her finger. Jack closed his eyes, letting a lewd smirk consume his face. Allie was whispering something into his ear. A slight nod from Jack and Allie was off of his lap and tugging him upstairs towards the rooms.
Shelly couldn't let Allie trick the man who had just saved her life. She had to do something.
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How was that? Well, if you like it, review so that I will know to continue! Explanations and... fun... ahead! I'm always open to constructive criticism and opinions!
-Starle Moonlight