Captain Jack Sparrow was humming as he watched the sun setting on the
horizon. He ran his hand over the rail of his ship and gazed out to sea.
He was wondering when his next adventure would be. He and his crew were
sailing out of Isle de Muerta which was now his own.
Captain Jack Sparrow lived according to his own rules, and was already a legend in the Caribbean. They were on their way to Tortuga. Sailing for three months without any serious ship work was reason enough to dock, but Jack was ready for a bit of a rest. His life the past while had been alive with adventure and he was in for a well-needed rest. He had his ship back and was ready to regain his mind. He was over worked and tired.
Tortuga was not much more than a days trip from Isle de Muerta and Jack was already letting himself rest. There was a noticeable difference in his physique as they sailed that day. He looked tired. Anamaria left him be, though there were things that a captain needed to pay attention too, she handled them instead, letting him rest.
Tortuga came up on the horizon the next morning.
"Land Ho!" Jack gazed at the beautiful island.
"Ana, the Pearl bloody needs a careenin'. See that it gets its work. Savvy?" Jack said as they pulled into port.
"Go take a rest Cap'n, I'll see to it."
"I be stayin' at the Willow Cove." Jack took his duffle and made his way off the ship. He stared around at the activity. He had the Pearl back, he was in for a well needed vacation. He checked into the Willow Cove, got himself a bottle of rum and a pint of beer and settled into his room. He unrolled some maps on the desk, kicked off his shoes and went to laying in his bed.
"Devils and black sheep, really bad eggs." He mumbled as he fell asleep.
"Jack Sparrow, you'll ne'er guess who be in her lookin' for ya." Betty said when Jack came into the pub that evening. Betty owned the Wilow Cove. She was a tough robust woman with years of dealing with pirates and thieves. She was hardened and quite a person to chat with. Her low voice was loud and loving. Jack had known her for years.
"I don't know."
"Charlotte." Coyly, Betty winked at him. Jack nearly dropped the pint Betty had just handed him.
"Me Charlotte?" Jack asked.
"The very same." Betty leaned over and wiped the beer Jack had spilled on the bar.
"What did she want?" Jack said with unnatural decorum.
"She'd 'eard you was in." Jack picked up his drink and receded to a table in the corner of the room. He drank almost all of his drink when Mr. Gibbs showed up with a bottle of rum.
"Charlotte, was in 'ere lookin' for me." Jack said with Gibbs sat down in the chair opposite him.
"Oh, s'at why you be lookin' so forlorn?"
"I don't knows much 'bout forlorn." Jack took a large gulp of his rum and involuntarily winced as it traveled down his throat.
"I spect, you being a bit love stricken Jack."
"Mr. Gibbs..." Jack began to protest but trailed off. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Betty pointing at his table and saw Charlotte walking through the crowd.
"I'll be leavin' you know Jack. Get some rest." Mr. Gibbs stood up, tipped his had to Charlotte and disappeared into the crowd. Charlotte was slender, she thick black hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was graying, though she couldn't have been more than 35.
"Well, well, well, Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Back to 'aunt us aye?" Her voice hadn't changed in ten years.
"Charlotte, love." Jack said and took a large swallow of rum.
Captain Jack Sparrow lived according to his own rules, and was already a legend in the Caribbean. They were on their way to Tortuga. Sailing for three months without any serious ship work was reason enough to dock, but Jack was ready for a bit of a rest. His life the past while had been alive with adventure and he was in for a well-needed rest. He had his ship back and was ready to regain his mind. He was over worked and tired.
Tortuga was not much more than a days trip from Isle de Muerta and Jack was already letting himself rest. There was a noticeable difference in his physique as they sailed that day. He looked tired. Anamaria left him be, though there were things that a captain needed to pay attention too, she handled them instead, letting him rest.
Tortuga came up on the horizon the next morning.
"Land Ho!" Jack gazed at the beautiful island.
"Ana, the Pearl bloody needs a careenin'. See that it gets its work. Savvy?" Jack said as they pulled into port.
"Go take a rest Cap'n, I'll see to it."
"I be stayin' at the Willow Cove." Jack took his duffle and made his way off the ship. He stared around at the activity. He had the Pearl back, he was in for a well needed vacation. He checked into the Willow Cove, got himself a bottle of rum and a pint of beer and settled into his room. He unrolled some maps on the desk, kicked off his shoes and went to laying in his bed.
"Devils and black sheep, really bad eggs." He mumbled as he fell asleep.
"Jack Sparrow, you'll ne'er guess who be in her lookin' for ya." Betty said when Jack came into the pub that evening. Betty owned the Wilow Cove. She was a tough robust woman with years of dealing with pirates and thieves. She was hardened and quite a person to chat with. Her low voice was loud and loving. Jack had known her for years.
"I don't know."
"Charlotte." Coyly, Betty winked at him. Jack nearly dropped the pint Betty had just handed him.
"Me Charlotte?" Jack asked.
"The very same." Betty leaned over and wiped the beer Jack had spilled on the bar.
"What did she want?" Jack said with unnatural decorum.
"She'd 'eard you was in." Jack picked up his drink and receded to a table in the corner of the room. He drank almost all of his drink when Mr. Gibbs showed up with a bottle of rum.
"Charlotte, was in 'ere lookin' for me." Jack said with Gibbs sat down in the chair opposite him.
"Oh, s'at why you be lookin' so forlorn?"
"I don't knows much 'bout forlorn." Jack took a large gulp of his rum and involuntarily winced as it traveled down his throat.
"I spect, you being a bit love stricken Jack."
"Mr. Gibbs..." Jack began to protest but trailed off. Out of the corner of his eye he caught Betty pointing at his table and saw Charlotte walking through the crowd.
"I'll be leavin' you know Jack. Get some rest." Mr. Gibbs stood up, tipped his had to Charlotte and disappeared into the crowd. Charlotte was slender, she thick black hair and dark brown eyes. Her hair was graying, though she couldn't have been more than 35.
"Well, well, well, Cap'n Jack Sparrow. Back to 'aunt us aye?" Her voice hadn't changed in ten years.
"Charlotte, love." Jack said and took a large swallow of rum.