Pirates of the Caribbean:
The Legend of Captain Redd's Lost Treasure
Chapter 7: Tortuga events
By: Vipera berus
Disclaimer: Well, you know that I don't own PotC, so is there any reason why I'm putting this up? Hmmm….shrugs
Author's Note: Sorry it took a little longer than normally, guys! I had really troubles writing this chapter! The plot is thickening…yes, and evil persons step into the story very soon…heh heh…
Thanks to reviewers!!!
(Thanks for the review, Rummy!!! Oh, and I forgot to mention my one term course in Spanish! So I can practically speak five languages, if you include those few words in German and Spanish! You can speak Spanish as well! YAY!!! But don't ask me to say anything in Spanish 'cause the only sentence I can is '?Como te llamas?' and I'm not so sure about that either…blushes)
(You'll get to know what's upsetting her, lil-blonde-pirate, but not in this chapter, nope! This chapter is more like a chappie with drinking!!! ;) but don't worry, you'll find out sooner or later!!!)
(Thanks goes to bvixen as well!!! Glad you like my story, but it's getting only better! muhahhaaaaa….)
Well, seventh chapter, long chapter! Wow…I never thought I'd write this long on a fanfic!
Ok, please review after you've read. Oh, remember that rum bottle and those popcorns before you take a seat!!! ;)
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"Will." Elizabeth said in her soft sing-song voice. "I know she's hiding something."
Elizabeth and Will were standing by the railing of the Black Pearl as it sailed towards Tortuga in the night. The sky was dark, excepting the twinkling stars and the full moon that illuminated the Caribbean ocean and islands below. It was past mid-night that summer night with a warm wind and peaceful waves that brought the ship forward. Tortuga lay ahead. No more than fifteen minutes and they would arrive to the town without any troubles. The hearty song, dance and laughter could be heard from afar as the occupants were partying in the night while drinking in taverns or along the streets.
"Who? Evans? We already know that, Elizabeth." Will answered as he held his beloved close. "But clearly it's something she doesn't want Jack or us to find out."
The crew of the Pearl were working harder and faster to achieve their goal and reach their reward. Tortuga. Every mans' dream. A town filled with drink and pleasurable company!
"Yes…I'm just curious. I'd like to find out what it is." Elizabeth said and snuggled closer to Will as he held his muscular arm around her shoulder. "I know she has tricked many people before and Jack is the only one who is really doing something about it. The amount of money she had to give him is quite large. I wonder how she is going to crawl out of that!" she continued. The dislike Elizabeth had for Tony Evans hadn't changed much even if the pirate lass saved her life.
"I bet Jack will find out what she's hiding. They seem…attracted to each other." Will said with a chuckle.
"You saying tha' me and Captain Shit-bucket are attracted to each other? Impossible…Oy, get a cabin, ye stinkin' love-turtles!" came an annoying voice right behind them. The two lovers turned around and came face-to-face with Tony Evans.
She was no longer wearing only a shirt. She had dark green breeches, which were quite big for her, and an off-white sleeveless shirt, which was also too big for her. There was now a black sash hanging around her waist from where her cutlass hanged. They were obviously all Jack's. She had her hands on her petite hips as she glared at the two. Her brown hair fluttered around her face in the wind while her blue eyes flashed.
"I said that you two seem attracted to each other." Will corrected with a smirk. Elizabeth gave him a glance, which clearly meant that 'don't go annoying Tony Evans'.
"Ha! Was that a joke?" Tony sneered. "Mr Sparrow and I hate each other." she said with a finger in the air between them and one eyebrow cocked.
"Right…" Elizabeth said under her breath.
"Well, I'll leave ye two to it an' go annoy dear ol' Jack! Have fun, kids!" she said and stalked away, "and I advice you not to stick your noses in my business!" she said angrily over her shoulder.
Elizabeth and Will looked at each other. Tony had overheard them…
"I advice you too not to go into her business, you know what she's capable of…" Will said to Elizabeth.
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"Ah! Tortuga!" Jack said happily as he jumped off the shore-boat when it reached the dock. "The place where you just can't find decent people! Well, now Will an' Elizabeth's here so it's almost decent-free! The town's filled with dirty and slimy scallywags, all worth their drinks!" he continued as he inhaled deeply the air as he swayed slightly.
"I think the decent ones will turn quite roguish after a few drinks…" Anamaria said as she stepped to the dock after him.
"That is, if you get them to drink at all." Tony appeared next to her. The two women glared at each other.
Jack had shared the details of the 'mistake' with the help of a very uncooperative Tony to the crew and Will and Elizabeth. There had been quite a few ways they had wanted to kill Tony at the moment, but then Jack assured them that he'd get her to pay her debt in one way or another. Or course they had been in murderous thoughts all the voyage and that was frankly the reason why Tony had stayed most of the time in Jack's cabin. She had no doubt that the men of his crew were capable to kill her even without order.
"I am not touching rum anymore after that…incident on the beach." Elizabeth said a few steps behind Tony as they started walking towards the town off the dock. The Black Pearl was docked and few men remained in guard. The hearty sound of Tortuga grew steadily louder as they approached.
Tony raised her eyebrows to Elizabeth's statement as she turned her head in the girl's direction. "What incident are you talking about?" Tony asked curiously. Jack glanced at Elizabeth before he continued to lead the group into the town and along a street which was alight as pirates, sailors and prostitutes were partying everywhere around them in the tune of song and music.
The many taverns that decorated the sides of the main street of Tortuga, were either filled with people or rather empty as some of the places from where the drinks were sold out or robbed. The whores were calling to the pirates of Jack's crew and one by one, some of them disappeared with the girls with no lives (that was Tony's opinion, Jack protested and said 'a career that they themselves chose and are enjoying').
"What about the beach incident, ye never told me, Liz!" Tony said with raised eyebrows.
Elizabeth shrugged and left her with the question, but Tony knew somehow that Jack had something to do with it…
"Ye know if Half-Drunk-Jeff's still in here, Sparrow?" Tony asked as she walked briskly to his level as he they stepped forward to a door below a sign that said 'The Faithful Bride' in white faded letters on the wooden sign.
"Half-Drunk-Jeff?" Jack asked her disbelieved with one raised eyebrow as he pushed the door open with a creak.
They stepped inside, Jack looking around him with excited eyes.
"Aye, an ol' friend of mine, that dog is." Tony said as she too, looked around the room with a grin on her pretty face.
"I hope I don't know this Half-Drunk-Jeff if he's someone who's associating with ye, Evans…" Jack said with a smirk.
"Hasn't changed much, The Faithful Bride!" Tony exclaimed and inhaled deeply the rum smelling air as they both grinned like idiots.
There was apparently a rather big fight going on as Tony had to duck when a bottle flew over her head and smashed into the wall beside her. The pirates were yelling and punching what they could in their already drunken states. A few whores with exposing dresses were trying to untangle the men from the group that fought, because it looked like they were soon going to take some other weapons than fists into the game as well.
"Oh, Will…I don't like this very much…" they heard Elizabeth whisper to Will behind them as they were surveying the room just like the two pirates in front of them.
"Well, what are we goggling here around? Shouldn't we be drinking us silly?" Tony said with a smile as she winked at Jack. "C'mon, Sparrow!" she said and started walking to the bar at the other end of the room. She didn't manage to take more than a few steps before an ugly, dirty yet very muscular pirate appeared in front of her. He seemed to be at least two heads longer then her.
"Wha' a pretty wench we 'ave 'ere, men!" said the pirate in his rough voice to his comrades as he checked Tony up and down. Tony frowned in anger.
No one looks at Tony Evans like she's a piece of meat or calls her a bloody wench!!! She thought fuming and brought her fist to his jaw in a hard punch.
"A reminder to y'all that no one looks at me like I'm a whore, alright?!" Tony grunted angrily and proceeded through the crowd, leaving a stunned group of men, gawking after her. Jack gave a laugh as he followed the spirited girl to the bar. The rest of their companion went to find seats in the smoky, dimly lit room that smelled like vomit, rum and alcohol in general.
"Nice punch." Jack commented as they stood in front of the bar.
"I've practised." She said shrugging. "So, who's buyin'?" she asked and looked around.
"Well, I can buy the drinks with the 80 000 shillings I should get from ye, love. So, in reality, it's ye who's buying us the drinks!" Jack answered heartily.
"What?!" she yelled at him but was soon distracted as the bartender turned around to serve them. "Jeff!?! Half-Drunk-Jeff!?!?" Tony exclaimed in surprise as she saw who the man behind the counter was.
He was an old man with black hair, tied in a ponytail at his neck. He was chubby but looked muscular instead of fat. He had an eye patch covering his right eye. He looked like a true sea dog, in Tortuga spirit.
"Tony Evans?" Jeff the bartender replied in confusion as he narrowed his working eye to get a clearer view of the woman in front of him. He dropped the mug he was holding to the floor with a clash. "Aye, it's really ye! Hell, Evans I thought ye were in yer grave already, lass!" Jeff said, his mouth hanging open.
"Let's just say I came back to haunt!" Tony said happily as they shook hands in a friendly manner.
"Came back to haunt on Re – " Jeff started but was cut off by Tony quite sharply.
"This's Jack Sparrow, Captain o' the Black Pearl. This'll be Half-Drunk-Jeff, Jack." She talked over his voice so that Jack never got to hear the sentence. She gestured her hand towards Jack with a warning glare at Jeff. Jeff eyed Tony for a while with his working eye before he averted his gaze to Jack and his sleepy eyes widened.
"Bloody hell! Captain Sparrow of the Black Pearl." Jeff said and extended his hand to Jack. He took it quite reluctantly. Jeff started shaking his hand quite fiercely with a bone-braking grip and an enthusiastic look on his face. "Camille said she's been waitin' fer ye, Captain. Poor gal does still not know she's a professional prostitute, a very unsuitable career fer such an young lass, an' she still won't understand that she won't get the men she wants back." Jeff spoke, still shaking Jack's hand.
"See, ye're not the only one who's famous, Tony." Jack said with a grin to Tony but then returned to look at Jeff as he continued to shake his hand quite forcefully. She rolled her eyes.
"The trick is to break his grip." Tony murmured to him from the corner of her mouth as Jack's whole arm shook in the move the bartender was making. Jack lifted his other hand and tried to tender his grip open with his fingers and a grimace on his face. "Pathetic, Sparrow." Tony said and laid her hand on Jeff's until he stopped shaking their hands. "Enough, Jeff." She said to him as they loosed their hands. Jack rubbed his hand and glared at Jeff.
"The usual, Evans? You Captain?" Jeff asked as he took two bottles of rum from the counter beside him. He slammed the bottled on the table with a loud bang. Tony nodded as she stared at the rum eagerly. Jack nodded as well when he took the bottle.
"We'll be needin' a couple more, savvy…" Jack said to Tony.
"Add a couple more, Jeff!" Tony said to man.
"How many more, lass?" Jeff asked as he started to lift more bottles over the counter.
"Keep bringing the rum to our table, I think we'll manage with a hundred…" Tony joked as she took her bottle and opened it, but before she managed to take a chug, Jack coughed. "Wha'?"
"Ye owe me a drink, Evans." Jack said lightly with one cocked eyebrow as he leaned at the counter coolly. "Ye know when ye drank me rum without permission, eh?" Tony ducked again as a mug flew past her head and smacked into Jeff's head.
"I owe…oh, yeah…damn…" Tony muttered as she thrust the bottle into Jack's arms and she frowned. "Happy?" she hissed.
"Very." Jack said and only to annoy her, he took a swig from the bottle she gave him and then from the other he got from Jeff. Tony scowled and turned back to Jeff who was massaging his head.
"Did it hurt?" Tony asked him.
"Aye…I'll give ye drinks on the house the whole night if ye go an' beat those bloody people to stop that ruddy fight!" Jeff said as he rubbed his head in anger. Tony's mouth turned into a grin.
"Free drinks?" she asked. There was nothing she loved more than free drinks.
"Hell yeah!" Jack exclaimed happily.
"Not for you, jerk!" Tony said to him and pushed his face away with her hand. "Free drinks to me the whole night if I go and stop that fight over there?" she asked the bartender.
"Aye, free drinks to ye, lass." Jeff said but Tony was already on her way towards the group of men that were fighting…
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Forty-five minutes later, Tony, Jack, Will, Elizabeth, Anamaria, Gibbs, Cotton and the rest of the crew (well, those who hadn't yet disappeared with whores) sat by a long wooden table with drinks in front of them on the table. That group was the loudest and soon the drunkest.
Everywhere else it was quite peaceful after Tony had stopped the fight by telling them that the Navy was attacking the town and many had left in fear and some had stayed only to drink, not fight. Jeff the bartender was a bit disappointed that many of the customers had left, but Tony assured him that he'd get lots of money from Jack and his crew…
"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life fer meeeee!" Tony sang from the top of her lungs as she swayed on her chair. She had over a dozen empty bottles in front of her that Half-Drunk-Jeff had brought her. The table roared in laughter as the rum bottle in her outstretched hand was swaying so dangerously that it spilled a large amount on her face. The others shook their heads in embarrassment of her silly behaviour. Elizabeth had told Will not to touch rum so the two of them were quite sober. Well, Will was not as sober as his girl because Tony kept sending him her bottle under the table…
"Jeff! I need another bottle! Me rum's gone!" Tony yelled to Jeff who shook his head in disbelief, wondering when the girl would pass out or even stop asking for drinks. He had to admit that she was pretty good holding her liquor. "Oh no! Me rum's gone…"
"Shut it, Evans! Ye've drunk all his supplies already. What do ye think 's left fer us, eh?" Jack complained as he too had many empty bottles in front of him, but not as many as Tony had. She glared at him, her eyes not focused enough.
"Jack. You really are a…a scallywag." She said seriously to him. "I mean it." she added as the table roared in laughter once again.
"An' ye're really a sorry excuse o' a pirate, bu' I 'ave to admit tha' I rather fancy seeing ye in me pants…(If ye catch me drift…) It looks like we would've been humpin' all day long, love." Jack replied with a grin before he downed his bottle.
"You'll regret yeh said tha', mate…" Tony growled as the pirates laughed and slapped their open palms on the wooden table. She drained the bottle and threw it at Jack, aimed for his head.
Lucky Jack, he ducked just in time and the empty bottle went flying to the next table where a group of large smelling sailors sat talking to each other. Tony grimaced as the bottle hit the biggest of them square in the back of his head. One would've thought he was going to black out as the bottle crashed into many pieces on his hard bald head. The talk died in the table and Tony looked in horror as the man stood up and brought a hand to his head and rubbed it slowly without turning around.
Tony gulped and bit her lip, her voice was stuck in her throat. The table she sat by was also silent, Jack and the others were looking from the muscular man to Tony in excitement.
"Oops… just ignore it, mate!" she finally got her voice back and yelled to the next table. "Err…an accident! Just an accident, OK…" she said and scooted her chair a bit away from the table as the man turned around and glared at her with anger flashing in his eyes.
"It' isn't very nice of ye to throw a bottle on a stranger, lass." The man said in a low grunt as he pushed the chair aside. So, he guessed it was Tony…no big deal, right? She could always blame on Jack?
Tony glanced at Jack. He was very much enjoying the scene and seeing Tony in such a state. That made her angry…
"Ah, but I said it was an accident, man." She said loudly, no trace of fear in her voice. The man walked away from his table (his mates stood up and rubbed their knuckles) and towards Tony who was on the opposite side of Jack, which made it a rather long way for the man to walk until he towered over her.
Now she noticed that it was the same man that had called her 'a pretty wench' when they had entered 'The Faithful Bride'. He smelled bad…
"Now I wish ye to apologise to me, gal." The man said, his eye twitching.
Tony glared at him. If she apologised, she would be laughed down by Jack. If she didn't, would the guy beat her? Didn't he know it wasn't nice to hit women?
"No. I'm not going to apologise, 'cause it was aimed at Captain Shit-bucket's head." Tony said and nodded at Jack, who frowned. "It was his fault he had to duck like a little chicken and not take the blow like a man!" Tony said sternly, locking eyes with Jack in a glare.
"Captain Whatdidjasay?" the man asked confused, all his anger forgotten.
"Catptain S-h-i-t-b-u-c-k-e-t, am I clear enough, Oh-Complete-Stupidity?" she said sarcastically with a drawl. The man reddened in anger. "God, I'm surrounded by five-year-olds!" she fake sighed and shook her head.
"'Ey, watch wha' ye're saying, missy," he said.
"I'm saying what I'm saying." she said fiercely and placed her hands on her hips.
Suddenly a fist was flying at her head and she ducked just in time and kicked the man in his groin. When he doubled over, holding his hands to his goods, Tony patted his head lightly.
"There, there…Go to mommy, she'll blow the pain away…" Tony said with a smirk. "Another reminder that ye better not mess with Tony Evans and never try to hit a woman again, alright man?" she said firmly and pushed him slightly backwards.
"A – aye…" he groaned in pain and backed away from her, nodding his head.
"Shoo! I don't want to see pigs like ye around anymore!" she yelled, casting a dark look at his comrades in the next table. She snorted and slumped back down on her seat, her head feeling dizzy.
It seemed like the whole tavern was now quiet and yet some of them were whispering 'Tony Evans? The Tony 'Sharp-Tongue' Evans? But she's s'posed to be dead!'
Tony ignored it and held her head in her hands. She looked up to see the whole table staring at her in awe, then they all burst out laughing and clapping their hands on the table once again and laughing even more when the fat man hurried out from the tavern with his mates, holding his hands to his crotch.
Tony caught Jack's eye as he laughed, holding to his stomach. Tony felt herself blush as she reached for her half-filled bottle of rum, but unfortunately she was all too drunk so she managed only to spill the drink so it all flowed onto her pants.
She gasped and jumped up, feeling the cold liquor run along her legs…
"She pissed on herself!" Anamaria laughed but then she had to have Cotton to hit her back as she started coughing, then she continued laughing again, tears flowing out of her eyes.
Tony stared down at herself and it really looked like she had pissed on herself…Truly embarrassing…
"Bloody hell…" she muttered and knocked over her chair as she rushed away from the table and out of the door to the night.
Jack and the others stared after her.
"What? She's made of sugar or something? Can't stand the sight of rum on her – sorry, Jack's pants?" Anamaria said with a chuckle as the door slammed shut behind Tony.
"I don't think that was it, love…" Jack said quietly as he stood up and rushed after Tony into the night street…
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Author's Note: Whoa! What's the matter with her? You'll find out in the next chapter!!! Heh heh… ;)
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