Hey guys! So this is my first fic that I've posted. All the standard stuff
applies. Nothing is mine except for Ellie Fly. Enjoy and please, please,
please read and review!!! Thankee!
Chapter One: Tortuga
There is a port in the Caribbean home to all the scalawags, scoundrels, and
criminals on earth. They flock there for rum and tales. Tortuga it is called-no
place for decent folk. Yet, one dwelled there. One solitary woman...
* * * "Fetch another round, Ellie Fly!"
Elizabeth Fly rushed behind the bar and tapped seven mugs of beer. Holding one
on each finger, she carried it quickly back to the table.
"Quicker than lightning at serving, this one!" said a rugged looking man. "And
prettier than a pile of treasure."
Elizabeth had already gone, however. She slipped out the back door of the bar
soundlessly. Outside, the sound of drunken yelling and gunshots were loud, but
less so than inside. The cool morning air rose, lightly ruffling her chestnut locks.
Twenty-six years old and still otherwise unattached, Ellie sighed. She was
hopeless. What man would ever want her, anyways? A barmaid in Tortuga! She
was no whore, but what respectable gentleman would believe her? Ellie reached
into her bodice and retrieved the trinket that always comforted her- a locket
engraved with the initials J.S. A smile graced her features as she thought of the
man who had given the necklace to her.
"Ellie Fly, come quick!"
Elizabeth hid the locket hastily and turned to her co-worker, Julia. She held no
grudge against Julia, but she couldn't bring herself to befriend a girl who worked
the streets at night.
"Yes Julia?" Ellie allowed Julia to pull her along the street. "What is it?"
Julia jerked her toward the port. She pointed. "Look!"
Ellie glanced around, then her eyes rested on a ship. A familiar ship. "The Pearl!"
Elizabeth pried herself free of Julia's grasp and ran to the dock. When she reached
it, she found it deserted. Where was...
"Elizabeth Fly. What a sight yeh are."
Ellie hid her joy, and turned around slowly. "What kind of a sight, Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain, luv, Captain. Thought yeh would know better."
Before her stood her best friend- Jack Sparrow. He wore a flowy white shirt, dirty
breeches, a tricorn hat tat had seen better days, and large knee-high boots. His
hair was dark and in dreadlocks, trinkets hanging from some strands. In his
tanned face was a pair of chocolate brown eyes, accentuated by a lining of kohl. A
smile showed off Jack's numerous gold teeth. Ellie could hide her happiness no
longer. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.
"Tis good to see you, Jack. I've missed you more than you realize. How was the
voyage?"
"Fair," Jack slipped an arm around her waist, guiding her back to the bar. "Now,
to business. Where's the rum?"
Elizabeth laughed. "Where it always is- the bar! Come, have a mug on the house."
Jack stopped, bright eyes wide. He held Ellie at arm's length. "Free rum?"
"Yes Jack," Ellie sighed patiently.
"Rum!" Jack ran at full speed to the bar. Ellie could barely catch up for laughing.
Once inside, Ellie gave Jack his promised beverage and sat across from him at a
dark corner table.
"You've been gone a long time, Jack."
"Missed me, eh luv?"
She grinned ruefully. "I already told you I did. And...I wasn't entirely sure you'd be
returning."
"Captain Jack Sparrow not return?"
"Jack! You were up against Barbossa! What did you expect me to think?"
"Well, lass, I will give you the pleasure of knowing..." And leaning in, Jack told
her every detail of their encounter.
"Oh! I am so glad that you're alive," Ellie breathed when he was done. "I can't-"
A beefy man in his fifties grabbed Ellie by her hair, jerking her up out of the chair.
Jack leapt up, sword extended.
"Consortin' with customers again, eh Fly?" he roared. "I'll show you!"
"Now, let's be demo-" Jack was cut off by Ellie's infuriated and intoxicated boss.
"You are fired, Elizabeth Fly. Out! Out!"
With a vicious kick, he sent Ellie out the door. With a thump, she hit the
cobblestones head first and was knocked unconscious.
Chapter One: Tortuga
There is a port in the Caribbean home to all the scalawags, scoundrels, and
criminals on earth. They flock there for rum and tales. Tortuga it is called-no
place for decent folk. Yet, one dwelled there. One solitary woman...
* * * "Fetch another round, Ellie Fly!"
Elizabeth Fly rushed behind the bar and tapped seven mugs of beer. Holding one
on each finger, she carried it quickly back to the table.
"Quicker than lightning at serving, this one!" said a rugged looking man. "And
prettier than a pile of treasure."
Elizabeth had already gone, however. She slipped out the back door of the bar
soundlessly. Outside, the sound of drunken yelling and gunshots were loud, but
less so than inside. The cool morning air rose, lightly ruffling her chestnut locks.
Twenty-six years old and still otherwise unattached, Ellie sighed. She was
hopeless. What man would ever want her, anyways? A barmaid in Tortuga! She
was no whore, but what respectable gentleman would believe her? Ellie reached
into her bodice and retrieved the trinket that always comforted her- a locket
engraved with the initials J.S. A smile graced her features as she thought of the
man who had given the necklace to her.
"Ellie Fly, come quick!"
Elizabeth hid the locket hastily and turned to her co-worker, Julia. She held no
grudge against Julia, but she couldn't bring herself to befriend a girl who worked
the streets at night.
"Yes Julia?" Ellie allowed Julia to pull her along the street. "What is it?"
Julia jerked her toward the port. She pointed. "Look!"
Ellie glanced around, then her eyes rested on a ship. A familiar ship. "The Pearl!"
Elizabeth pried herself free of Julia's grasp and ran to the dock. When she reached
it, she found it deserted. Where was...
"Elizabeth Fly. What a sight yeh are."
Ellie hid her joy, and turned around slowly. "What kind of a sight, Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain, luv, Captain. Thought yeh would know better."
Before her stood her best friend- Jack Sparrow. He wore a flowy white shirt, dirty
breeches, a tricorn hat tat had seen better days, and large knee-high boots. His
hair was dark and in dreadlocks, trinkets hanging from some strands. In his
tanned face was a pair of chocolate brown eyes, accentuated by a lining of kohl. A
smile showed off Jack's numerous gold teeth. Ellie could hide her happiness no
longer. She threw her arms around his neck, holding him tightly.
"Tis good to see you, Jack. I've missed you more than you realize. How was the
voyage?"
"Fair," Jack slipped an arm around her waist, guiding her back to the bar. "Now,
to business. Where's the rum?"
Elizabeth laughed. "Where it always is- the bar! Come, have a mug on the house."
Jack stopped, bright eyes wide. He held Ellie at arm's length. "Free rum?"
"Yes Jack," Ellie sighed patiently.
"Rum!" Jack ran at full speed to the bar. Ellie could barely catch up for laughing.
Once inside, Ellie gave Jack his promised beverage and sat across from him at a
dark corner table.
"You've been gone a long time, Jack."
"Missed me, eh luv?"
She grinned ruefully. "I already told you I did. And...I wasn't entirely sure you'd be
returning."
"Captain Jack Sparrow not return?"
"Jack! You were up against Barbossa! What did you expect me to think?"
"Well, lass, I will give you the pleasure of knowing..." And leaning in, Jack told
her every detail of their encounter.
"Oh! I am so glad that you're alive," Ellie breathed when he was done. "I can't-"
A beefy man in his fifties grabbed Ellie by her hair, jerking her up out of the chair.
Jack leapt up, sword extended.
"Consortin' with customers again, eh Fly?" he roared. "I'll show you!"
"Now, let's be demo-" Jack was cut off by Ellie's infuriated and intoxicated boss.
"You are fired, Elizabeth Fly. Out! Out!"
With a vicious kick, he sent Ellie out the door. With a thump, she hit the
cobblestones head first and was knocked unconscious.