Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean; therefore, I must
resort to writing fanfic. Believe me, as fun as fanfic is, I would rather
be lying on some beach with a mansion to my name but hopefully not watching
anybody sailing away with my ship. Anyway, Disney is the sole owner of
Pirates of the Caribbean but I own original characters such as Capt. Wym
Aureillia, original objects such as the Fathomless Crypt (sorry ship not
object, my mistake), and plot.
Please review with constructive criticism and comments! Muchos gracias!
The first few chapters are set a year before the film. So enjoy Yet Another Tale That Leaves No Survivors!
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The streets of Tortuga were grimy, pungent, and overall slick with the various fluids that made Tortuga, well, a hellhole. Despite the noon sun that sparkled on the water, the streets were filled with drunks and blatant whores. This suited Captain Jack Sparrow perfectly.
He sauntered through the streets like a true Captain, never once slipping on the slimy cobbles and dirt. At least no one thought he ever slipped, you could never tell with Jack Sparrow and his dramatically wayward walk. It was Sparrow's mannerisms and confidence of sorts that allowed him the pick of pleasurable company in Tortuga - and the most well deserved snubs.
Sparrow had no general destination, he would find an inn in that evening, get absolutely plastered and then stagger into a room, throw half his clothes off, and leave the door half open only to finally sprawl out on a hay mattress. Of course Sparrow was already plastered. Currently he intended to plot several dashing (and impossible) plans to retrieve his beloved Pearl and perhaps to pick up a willing wench. As a matter of fact a most interesting wench was approaching him on the street.
The girl that was nearing Sparrow was dressed very properly and in highest London fashion. A shock to the dirtiness and common harlots around her really. She carried herself modestly; her almost white (pure white would have been tacky) dress slightly sticky and inappropriately formfitting around patches of light sweat. The piled hair under a lacy bonnet was so completely out of place in Tortuga that the girl captured many glances.
She be rather slight, though I never take chances with a corset, Sparrow thought, his nose wrinkling and his facing changing comically. Never know what a lass is keeping under those, shame her face is covered. Sparrow surveyed the veil, leaning back with his arms slightly outstretched. Nevertheless his face cracked into a self-assured grin.
"Mornin' luv," he drawled anticipating either a slap or an invitation. However, the girl simply inclined her head in what seemed embarrassment and took a tiny step away.
Although Sparrow's eyes were clouded with drink, he could see that the lass otherwise did not change her posture which seemed slightly out of character for a lass of her obvious demurity. Although an increasing chill in the air is know to affect the minds of lasses, common knowledge really. Although, Sparrow thought, the air seems to be taking a turn for the worse. Sparrow turned his mind to more delicate things. His arm snaked forward and around the shoulder of the lass.
"What says you -" Sparrow stopped short as the girls head snapped towards the docks, the veil grazing his face. As he slowly and noncommittally turned his head to follow her gaze he again noticed the chill and tyrannous gusts of wind.
"Bloody -" Sparrow watched mesmerized as the Pearl slipped into the lagoon.
A shift beside Sparrow caused him to look to the girl his arm was loosely slung around. To his complete shock (not an entirely unpleasant shock at that), she dashed a knife through the bodice of the lovely dress. A pair of strong hands disguised by dainty gloves ripped the skirt of the garment to reveal a woman's body in dreadfully feminine breeches and blouse. The ensemble was decorated with a sash at one leg, an assortment of beads, worn boots, and low belt bearing numerous scabbards.
Not this time! Sparrow thought and fled to safety behind a stack of barrels out of sight from the Pearl. It was there that he waited for the battle to ensue.
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I know that was short so please R&R honestly and I will write more if anybody's interested. Or I might just ignore everybody's opinion and write just because! Anyway I would really appreciate comments.
PS I know this seems typical and overly Mary Sue but have faith!
Please review with constructive criticism and comments! Muchos gracias!
The first few chapters are set a year before the film. So enjoy Yet Another Tale That Leaves No Survivors!
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The streets of Tortuga were grimy, pungent, and overall slick with the various fluids that made Tortuga, well, a hellhole. Despite the noon sun that sparkled on the water, the streets were filled with drunks and blatant whores. This suited Captain Jack Sparrow perfectly.
He sauntered through the streets like a true Captain, never once slipping on the slimy cobbles and dirt. At least no one thought he ever slipped, you could never tell with Jack Sparrow and his dramatically wayward walk. It was Sparrow's mannerisms and confidence of sorts that allowed him the pick of pleasurable company in Tortuga - and the most well deserved snubs.
Sparrow had no general destination, he would find an inn in that evening, get absolutely plastered and then stagger into a room, throw half his clothes off, and leave the door half open only to finally sprawl out on a hay mattress. Of course Sparrow was already plastered. Currently he intended to plot several dashing (and impossible) plans to retrieve his beloved Pearl and perhaps to pick up a willing wench. As a matter of fact a most interesting wench was approaching him on the street.
The girl that was nearing Sparrow was dressed very properly and in highest London fashion. A shock to the dirtiness and common harlots around her really. She carried herself modestly; her almost white (pure white would have been tacky) dress slightly sticky and inappropriately formfitting around patches of light sweat. The piled hair under a lacy bonnet was so completely out of place in Tortuga that the girl captured many glances.
She be rather slight, though I never take chances with a corset, Sparrow thought, his nose wrinkling and his facing changing comically. Never know what a lass is keeping under those, shame her face is covered. Sparrow surveyed the veil, leaning back with his arms slightly outstretched. Nevertheless his face cracked into a self-assured grin.
"Mornin' luv," he drawled anticipating either a slap or an invitation. However, the girl simply inclined her head in what seemed embarrassment and took a tiny step away.
Although Sparrow's eyes were clouded with drink, he could see that the lass otherwise did not change her posture which seemed slightly out of character for a lass of her obvious demurity. Although an increasing chill in the air is know to affect the minds of lasses, common knowledge really. Although, Sparrow thought, the air seems to be taking a turn for the worse. Sparrow turned his mind to more delicate things. His arm snaked forward and around the shoulder of the lass.
"What says you -" Sparrow stopped short as the girls head snapped towards the docks, the veil grazing his face. As he slowly and noncommittally turned his head to follow her gaze he again noticed the chill and tyrannous gusts of wind.
"Bloody -" Sparrow watched mesmerized as the Pearl slipped into the lagoon.
A shift beside Sparrow caused him to look to the girl his arm was loosely slung around. To his complete shock (not an entirely unpleasant shock at that), she dashed a knife through the bodice of the lovely dress. A pair of strong hands disguised by dainty gloves ripped the skirt of the garment to reveal a woman's body in dreadfully feminine breeches and blouse. The ensemble was decorated with a sash at one leg, an assortment of beads, worn boots, and low belt bearing numerous scabbards.
Not this time! Sparrow thought and fled to safety behind a stack of barrels out of sight from the Pearl. It was there that he waited for the battle to ensue.
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I know that was short so please R&R honestly and I will write more if anybody's interested. Or I might just ignore everybody's opinion and write just because! Anyway I would really appreciate comments.
PS I know this seems typical and overly Mary Sue but have faith!