A/N: I HAVE INSPIRATION!!!!!.........unfortunately only for the ending.
*Shifty eyes* well y'know, that's better than nothing..isn't it? Psh, I
just have to figure out the middle bits now. That can't be too hard. Now I
just have one question..
WHY THE BLOODY HELL DOES EVERYONE LIKE THIS MORE THAN MY OTHER, LONGER, FUNNIER AND OVERALL BETTER FIC???!!!!!!!??????!!!!?????!!!!!! *smacks head on keyboard repeatedly*
Oh don't mind me, just a sudden burst of frustration, that's all...ah well I still maintain that you're lucky I'm a nice person at heart and I know you want to hear more about Nadie, otherwise I wouldn't be updating at all.
Anyway, I've had my little rant, now to thank the nice reviewers, who I am writing this story for:
Dawnie-7: Allo there! Thanx for reviewing and yes, this story is set before the movie, roughly after the mutiny.
Kyesha: Wow, thank you so much. *Huggles* See, you're the kind of person I write for, for three reasons 1. You bother to review in the first place. 2. You have really super nice comments and 3. These reviews really give me confidence to keep writing. Anyway, I'm probably embarassing you so I'll stop my gushing now. (Thanx)
Jen/Draca: *Patpat+Shifty eyes* Ummm...it'll be ok...Ah hopeless romantic Jen. Lol. Hmmmm, I suppose you're right about Jack being a little OOC but meh, he just lost the Pearl and I'm sure is feeling a little fragile so he's entitled to be sappy. Anyway..keep reading and reviewing!! Ttyl.
Yeoflittlemind: Alright, sounds fair. I promise to keep updating at least once a month (hey take it or leave it :P) and I'm glad you still like it. See ya next chapter!
Soru (feudal eruption): Phew *wipes forehead* I'm relieved that I continue to live up to your standards :P...but who's we?......are there more than one of you..? Lol. Just kidding around. Thanx for the second review, as long as you keep giving me your comments I will keep updating...maybe not regularly..but at least I will *wink*.
Lusty Sea-wench: You had some really nice comments! I'm glad someone noticed my foreshadowing :P *feels proud*. I'm also happy that you think it's angsty enough, cuz angst is surprisingly difficult to write. You want to make it dark and emotional but not so much that it sounds overdone, so I'm pleased that you like it. I shall continue I promise! As long as the reviews keep coming in.
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Nadie pulled away from Jack's touch; apparently put a little off-balance by his words. She seemed to consider him for a moment, as though trying to place him.
Eyes narrowed slightly in thought, she asked suddenly, "What did you say your last name was?"
Jack was taken aback by the question, "Sparrow." He answered simply.
The pirate saw something flash in the girls eyes but it was over and gone too fast for him to analyse. Had it been surprise? Recognition? Intrigue? It was impossible to tell, her face had returned to its emotionless state.
For a moment it seemed as though Nadie wanted to say something, she even opened her mouth, but decided against it at the last second, choosing instead to resume staring blankly out the window.
Silence reigned between the two, both people lost in thought. Jack looked the girl over again, at her tangled hair, grime-streaked face and torn clothes.
"Do ye want a bath?" He asked spontaneously.
Nadie looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion, "What?"
Jack's eyes flicked over her again and he nodded to himself, "Yes, I think a bath and some clean clothes would do ye wonders."
"What?" repeated the girl.
The pirate slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a silver coin which he handed to the still puzzled Nadie, "give this to the innkeeper downstairs, and tell 'im yer a friend of mine." He got up and strode to the door, "I'll be back before ye know it. I'm just going to get ye something to wear that's a little more..." he searched for a word, "...intact." he finished.
Before Nadie could protest, or even open her mouth, he was out the door. She studied the shining silver piece in her hand and then glanced at her dirt-smudged skin. How long had it been since that muddy flesh had shone white?
The tiniest of smiles played about Nadie's lips as she made her decision, "Oh well," she said quietly to herself, "might as well enjoy myself."
She rose and slipped out the door and padded down the stairs to talk to the innkeeper.
*
Jack peered through the downpour, his eyes settling in relief on the small, comfortable-looking building. The Broken Blade.
Port Royal being the stuffy, aristocratic harbour it was, there weren't that many good taverns to choose from. The Broken Blade was one of those few establishments where pirates and navy officers left each other pretty much well alone. Some even gathered to gamble together (though they never dared to mention it to their senior officers or captains). Inside there were few brawls, as those would only attract unwanted attention from the King's Men. Occasionally someone might lose his temper or become too drunk to control themselves. They were always escorted quietly out.
Rum flowed freely, as long as the buyer could still pay for it and keep standing, the alcohol was unlimited. And of course there was every sailor's favourite service; pleasurable company. However, unlike the seedier bars in the Caribbean, the ladies of The Broken Blade didn't sell their bodies to just anyone. They had style, wit and charm. If they didn't like a potential customer, he wouldn't have a chance.
Inside it was dimly lit and smoky but that only added to the overall sense of sense of coziness. It was pleasantly warm too, which was a godsend on a rainy day such as this, thought Jack as he ducked inside, shaking excess water off.
Minutes after he'd stepped through the door, Jack felt a warm hand on his shoulder and a soft seductive voice whispered in his ear.
"Evenin' Cap'n Sparrow."
Jack turned around and his eyes lit with pleasure at the sight of the woman before him, "Isadora!"
The dark-eyed beauty winked at him, allowing the pirate to look her over. Isadora, like the other prostitutes of The Broken Blade, could not really be called a wench or a whore-but a lady or simply pleasurable company. Her long waves of dark brown hair flowed down her back and she wore makeup but she didn't coat her face with it like the wenches in Tortuga. Instead she used just enough to accentuate her features. Her clothes, although they flattered her generous curves, were loose enough to leave something to the imagination. To put it simply, Dora-as Jack called her-had class.
She gave Jack a mock pout as she looped her arms around his neck, "Thought ye'd forgotten about me."
The pirate grinned, and wrapped his own arms around her slender waist, "Easier said then done." And he bent to kiss her.
**
"So how's business?" Jack asked /much/ later, in Isadora's bed, after they had 'celebrated' their reunion.
Dora shrugged, "same as it always is." She raised herself on one elbow and absently traced one finger along his arm, "How's the Pearl?"
Jack winced and sighed, causing the woman beside him to raise one eyebrow questioningly, "The Pearl is..no longer in me possession." Explained the pirate.
Isadora's eyes widened, "It sank?" she breathed.
"No," replied Jack, and he sighed again, "though I almost wish that were the case."
Immediately, Isadora's expression cleared and she patted Jack's arm sympathetically. "Mutiny," she concluded, Jack nodded. "Little wonder ye haven't been in to see me." She mused.
"Ye always were a sharp one, Dora," said the pirate wryly, "Can't keep anythin' hidden from ye."
She grinned mischievously and kissed his forehead, "That ye can't, mate." She kissed him again, this time on the lips, "so," she exclaimed in a purposeful tone after the she'd pulled away, "what're ye here fer?"
"To business so soon?" lamented Jack. "Besides how do ye know that I want something...aside from yer charms?" He winked at her.
Isadora chuckled and gave the pirate a playful shove, "If ye didn't ye'd be long gone by now. Ye never were one to linger, Jack."
Jack laughed with her, it was amazing how much better Isadora made him feel, "True enough, love." He leaned back, considering how to phrase his request. "Do ye have any garments that..aren't for yer work?"
Slightly perplexed, Dora replied hesitantly, "Yes...a few simple frocks. Why?"
"Can I borrow one or two?"
The brunette raised one eyebrow, "Alterin' yer wardrobe, Jack? Yer a bit young to be havin' a midlife crisis.."
The pirate silenced the joking woman with a withering look. Isadora continued to smirk.
"They're not for me, ye crazy wench. They're for a friend o'mine." Jack finished lamely.
"And just 'oo is this 'friend'?"
"It's not what ye think, Dora." Jack explained hastily, "She's just a girl- 'bout 14 or 15-that I'm 'elping out. She's almost in a worse situation than I am. No 'ome or family, I felt sorry for 'er, so I'm lettin' 'er stay with me for a while."
"Would I know 'er?" asked Isadora, head cocked to one side.
"I don't think so. She doesn't really 'ave a name, and she says people ignore 'er as much as they can, but she calls herself Nadie, if that 'elps."
For a long moment Isadora just stared at Jack incredulously. Then she said quietly, disbelievingly, "Yer takin' care of Nadie? And she's not scared of ye?"
"Why would she be?"
"Nadie's terrified of all men."
"So ye do know 'er?"
Dora waved a hand impatiently, "Of course I know 'er. I 'ave fer four years. She used to work 'ere before she became the way she is now."
Jack was astonished; this was more than he expected, "What did she do? Were ye friends? What was 'er name? What happened to 'er?"
The woman held up one hand to stem the flood of questions, "One question at a time, Jack. Let me answer them..
She sang in the tavern. Yes, we were friends. Her name was Lorelei and she was raped."
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A/N: *more suspenseful music* dun dun dun daaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I wanted to make this longer for you, but it's really late, my parents are telling me to go to bed and I can only hold them off for so long. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, now review and send me your comments. You know I love to hear anything you have to say. Ciao!
WHY THE BLOODY HELL DOES EVERYONE LIKE THIS MORE THAN MY OTHER, LONGER, FUNNIER AND OVERALL BETTER FIC???!!!!!!!??????!!!!?????!!!!!! *smacks head on keyboard repeatedly*
Oh don't mind me, just a sudden burst of frustration, that's all...ah well I still maintain that you're lucky I'm a nice person at heart and I know you want to hear more about Nadie, otherwise I wouldn't be updating at all.
Anyway, I've had my little rant, now to thank the nice reviewers, who I am writing this story for:
Dawnie-7: Allo there! Thanx for reviewing and yes, this story is set before the movie, roughly after the mutiny.
Kyesha: Wow, thank you so much. *Huggles* See, you're the kind of person I write for, for three reasons 1. You bother to review in the first place. 2. You have really super nice comments and 3. These reviews really give me confidence to keep writing. Anyway, I'm probably embarassing you so I'll stop my gushing now. (Thanx)
Jen/Draca: *Patpat+Shifty eyes* Ummm...it'll be ok...Ah hopeless romantic Jen. Lol. Hmmmm, I suppose you're right about Jack being a little OOC but meh, he just lost the Pearl and I'm sure is feeling a little fragile so he's entitled to be sappy. Anyway..keep reading and reviewing!! Ttyl.
Yeoflittlemind: Alright, sounds fair. I promise to keep updating at least once a month (hey take it or leave it :P) and I'm glad you still like it. See ya next chapter!
Soru (feudal eruption): Phew *wipes forehead* I'm relieved that I continue to live up to your standards :P...but who's we?......are there more than one of you..? Lol. Just kidding around. Thanx for the second review, as long as you keep giving me your comments I will keep updating...maybe not regularly..but at least I will *wink*.
Lusty Sea-wench: You had some really nice comments! I'm glad someone noticed my foreshadowing :P *feels proud*. I'm also happy that you think it's angsty enough, cuz angst is surprisingly difficult to write. You want to make it dark and emotional but not so much that it sounds overdone, so I'm pleased that you like it. I shall continue I promise! As long as the reviews keep coming in.
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Nadie pulled away from Jack's touch; apparently put a little off-balance by his words. She seemed to consider him for a moment, as though trying to place him.
Eyes narrowed slightly in thought, she asked suddenly, "What did you say your last name was?"
Jack was taken aback by the question, "Sparrow." He answered simply.
The pirate saw something flash in the girls eyes but it was over and gone too fast for him to analyse. Had it been surprise? Recognition? Intrigue? It was impossible to tell, her face had returned to its emotionless state.
For a moment it seemed as though Nadie wanted to say something, she even opened her mouth, but decided against it at the last second, choosing instead to resume staring blankly out the window.
Silence reigned between the two, both people lost in thought. Jack looked the girl over again, at her tangled hair, grime-streaked face and torn clothes.
"Do ye want a bath?" He asked spontaneously.
Nadie looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion, "What?"
Jack's eyes flicked over her again and he nodded to himself, "Yes, I think a bath and some clean clothes would do ye wonders."
"What?" repeated the girl.
The pirate slipped a hand into his pocket, pulling out a silver coin which he handed to the still puzzled Nadie, "give this to the innkeeper downstairs, and tell 'im yer a friend of mine." He got up and strode to the door, "I'll be back before ye know it. I'm just going to get ye something to wear that's a little more..." he searched for a word, "...intact." he finished.
Before Nadie could protest, or even open her mouth, he was out the door. She studied the shining silver piece in her hand and then glanced at her dirt-smudged skin. How long had it been since that muddy flesh had shone white?
The tiniest of smiles played about Nadie's lips as she made her decision, "Oh well," she said quietly to herself, "might as well enjoy myself."
She rose and slipped out the door and padded down the stairs to talk to the innkeeper.
*
Jack peered through the downpour, his eyes settling in relief on the small, comfortable-looking building. The Broken Blade.
Port Royal being the stuffy, aristocratic harbour it was, there weren't that many good taverns to choose from. The Broken Blade was one of those few establishments where pirates and navy officers left each other pretty much well alone. Some even gathered to gamble together (though they never dared to mention it to their senior officers or captains). Inside there were few brawls, as those would only attract unwanted attention from the King's Men. Occasionally someone might lose his temper or become too drunk to control themselves. They were always escorted quietly out.
Rum flowed freely, as long as the buyer could still pay for it and keep standing, the alcohol was unlimited. And of course there was every sailor's favourite service; pleasurable company. However, unlike the seedier bars in the Caribbean, the ladies of The Broken Blade didn't sell their bodies to just anyone. They had style, wit and charm. If they didn't like a potential customer, he wouldn't have a chance.
Inside it was dimly lit and smoky but that only added to the overall sense of sense of coziness. It was pleasantly warm too, which was a godsend on a rainy day such as this, thought Jack as he ducked inside, shaking excess water off.
Minutes after he'd stepped through the door, Jack felt a warm hand on his shoulder and a soft seductive voice whispered in his ear.
"Evenin' Cap'n Sparrow."
Jack turned around and his eyes lit with pleasure at the sight of the woman before him, "Isadora!"
The dark-eyed beauty winked at him, allowing the pirate to look her over. Isadora, like the other prostitutes of The Broken Blade, could not really be called a wench or a whore-but a lady or simply pleasurable company. Her long waves of dark brown hair flowed down her back and she wore makeup but she didn't coat her face with it like the wenches in Tortuga. Instead she used just enough to accentuate her features. Her clothes, although they flattered her generous curves, were loose enough to leave something to the imagination. To put it simply, Dora-as Jack called her-had class.
She gave Jack a mock pout as she looped her arms around his neck, "Thought ye'd forgotten about me."
The pirate grinned, and wrapped his own arms around her slender waist, "Easier said then done." And he bent to kiss her.
**
"So how's business?" Jack asked /much/ later, in Isadora's bed, after they had 'celebrated' their reunion.
Dora shrugged, "same as it always is." She raised herself on one elbow and absently traced one finger along his arm, "How's the Pearl?"
Jack winced and sighed, causing the woman beside him to raise one eyebrow questioningly, "The Pearl is..no longer in me possession." Explained the pirate.
Isadora's eyes widened, "It sank?" she breathed.
"No," replied Jack, and he sighed again, "though I almost wish that were the case."
Immediately, Isadora's expression cleared and she patted Jack's arm sympathetically. "Mutiny," she concluded, Jack nodded. "Little wonder ye haven't been in to see me." She mused.
"Ye always were a sharp one, Dora," said the pirate wryly, "Can't keep anythin' hidden from ye."
She grinned mischievously and kissed his forehead, "That ye can't, mate." She kissed him again, this time on the lips, "so," she exclaimed in a purposeful tone after the she'd pulled away, "what're ye here fer?"
"To business so soon?" lamented Jack. "Besides how do ye know that I want something...aside from yer charms?" He winked at her.
Isadora chuckled and gave the pirate a playful shove, "If ye didn't ye'd be long gone by now. Ye never were one to linger, Jack."
Jack laughed with her, it was amazing how much better Isadora made him feel, "True enough, love." He leaned back, considering how to phrase his request. "Do ye have any garments that..aren't for yer work?"
Slightly perplexed, Dora replied hesitantly, "Yes...a few simple frocks. Why?"
"Can I borrow one or two?"
The brunette raised one eyebrow, "Alterin' yer wardrobe, Jack? Yer a bit young to be havin' a midlife crisis.."
The pirate silenced the joking woman with a withering look. Isadora continued to smirk.
"They're not for me, ye crazy wench. They're for a friend o'mine." Jack finished lamely.
"And just 'oo is this 'friend'?"
"It's not what ye think, Dora." Jack explained hastily, "She's just a girl- 'bout 14 or 15-that I'm 'elping out. She's almost in a worse situation than I am. No 'ome or family, I felt sorry for 'er, so I'm lettin' 'er stay with me for a while."
"Would I know 'er?" asked Isadora, head cocked to one side.
"I don't think so. She doesn't really 'ave a name, and she says people ignore 'er as much as they can, but she calls herself Nadie, if that 'elps."
For a long moment Isadora just stared at Jack incredulously. Then she said quietly, disbelievingly, "Yer takin' care of Nadie? And she's not scared of ye?"
"Why would she be?"
"Nadie's terrified of all men."
"So ye do know 'er?"
Dora waved a hand impatiently, "Of course I know 'er. I 'ave fer four years. She used to work 'ere before she became the way she is now."
Jack was astonished; this was more than he expected, "What did she do? Were ye friends? What was 'er name? What happened to 'er?"
The woman held up one hand to stem the flood of questions, "One question at a time, Jack. Let me answer them..
She sang in the tavern. Yes, we were friends. Her name was Lorelei and she was raped."
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A/N: *more suspenseful music* dun dun dun daaaaaaaaaa!!!!
I wanted to make this longer for you, but it's really late, my parents are telling me to go to bed and I can only hold them off for so long. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, now review and send me your comments. You know I love to hear anything you have to say. Ciao!