This story does include several sex scenes, which is why I wanted to play it safe and give it an R rating.
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No matter how often Captain Jack Sparrow came to Tortuga, the instant he set foot on the island he was reminded of how much he loved the place. An endless supply of rum and women, what more could he ask for?
Upon his arrival this time, just as every other time, he went straight to his favorite tavern, the Briar Rose. As soon as Jack walked through the door he immediately spotted his good friend Gibbs sitting alone in a corner. Jack crossed the room and sat down in front of him.
Mr. Gibbs looked up from his drink, "Jack!" he said, a smile instantly brightening his face.
"Gibbs!" Jack greeted his old friend.
Mr. Gibbs called the barmaid over. "I need some rum, to celebrate the arrival of my good friend."
The barmaid looked over at Jack. "Well, if it isn't Captain Jack Sparrow," she said.
"'ello Giselle. How are you?"
"Doin' jus' fine Jack. I'll be right back with that rum." Giselle walked away with an appreciative stare given to her backside by Jack.
"So Jack, what brings you to Tortuga this time?" Gibbs asked.
"Same things that always bring me Gibbs," Jack said, his lips curling into a smile, " rum and women."
Gibbs laughed.
"Actually, I'm also in the market for a ship this time around," Jack said, lowering his voice. "It's time for a new one, a nice one. Thanks luv," he said to Giselle as she handed him the rum. He waited until she had gone again to finish his conversation. "If I'm ever going to get over losing the Pearl I've got to move on. A bigger, better ship would help me regain my position in the Caribbean. It would also show everyone that Jack is greater than the circumstances that have attempted to bring 'im down."
"Everyone already knows that Jack," Gibbs stated.
"No, they don't; they all still think I'm dead. That I never got off that blasted island. Everyone talks about Barbossa and the wealth 'e has…"
"And the curse Jack," Gibbs interrupted. "You're damn lucky that you got left on that island. Don't forget that."
"No one knows for sure if that's the truth or not Gibbs. What everyone does know is that Barbossa is the most feared pirate in the Caribbean. Well, I want that title back. I want everyone to know about the grand Captain Jack Sparrow and I'll need a ship if I'm gonna accomplish that."
"I see," Mr. Gibbs said. He understood Jack's need for moving on, but he worried about Jack more than he would ever let anyone know. Over the years, Jack had almost become like a son to Gibbs; he tried to watch out for him as much as he could without letting Jack know that he was being protective. "Well, other than the Pearl, I've heard the fastest ship in the Caribbean makes berth at Port Royal."
"And what ship is that Gibbs?" Jack quizzed.
"Why come now Jack, surely you've heard about the HMS Interceptor. It's the pearl of the king's navy."
"I've 'eard of it," Jack said, burping from the rum he had consumed. "Just wanted to make sure the stories were true."
"Aye, they're true alright, but Jack, commandeering a ship of the fleet? Only a fool would go after a ship like that."
"Aye, but have you forgotten Gibbs? I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. Savvy?"
"Savvy indeed Jack, but nonetheless it will be a difficult task," Gibbs replied.
Giselle appeared again just then, "You sailors need anythin' else?"
"No luv, we're quite fine," Jack answered. "About to leave, meself."
"Well Jack, you know where I'll be when I get off work tonight, if you want to see me that is," Giselle commented, winking at him as she picked up his empty mug.
Jack smiled, "Aye luv, I do."
When Giselle was gone, Jack said to Gibbs, "Well, I'm off, I've got some things to take care of while I'm here, but I'll see you soon as always."
"Be careful Jack, don't get yourself into too much trouble this time around."
"Thanks Gibbs, I'm off." And with his last statement, Jack stood and left the tavern.