Chapter 7 Oh, how I miss my cigarettes...

This chapter may contain some sexual conten that may not be suitable for children under 13, readers descretion is advised.

Jack and Alyth stepped out of the rowboat that had taken them to Port Royal. "It's so beautiful," Alyth whispered as she looked around the small, sandy beach they had docked at. Jack had explained that they needed to keep a low profile, he didn't want the Commodore to know that Alyth existed. Alyth just nodded and giggled as he explained it. Jack quickly took Alyth's hand, which was currently hiding underneath an insanely long glove that went to her elbow. Jack had made her dress like a lady to avoid as much suspicion as possible.
"Jack, won't it be suspicious for me, an obvious lady, to be walking around Port Royal with you, an obvious scoundrel and scallywag?" She asked as they walked slowly along the beach.
"Ye wound me luv, ye do," he said, the hurt expression on his face belied by the glimmer in his eyes. "But I spose yer right, hence the reason fer me cloak here. I'll be yer servant, of sorts, and do whateva ye bid me te do luv."
"Whatever I want, really? This could be interesting Jack," she mumbled, smirking at him.
"'O course some things I would always do fer ye luv," Jack winked as he said this.
"Ah yes, but some things I would rather you not do for me." Alyth walked a little faster to walk ahead of him as they left the beach and headed into civilization. 'Well, what little passes for civilization,' she thought. "So where exactly is this William Turners house?" She stage whispered to Jack
"I suppose I'll have te lead ye then," Jack mumbled and stepped in front of her. She obligingly stepped aside and walked a few paces behind him with her head held high. It took them a while but they finally made it. Jack stepped back and pointed once they had reached a large, dirty looking building.
"This is it?" She asked, opening the door. Jack just smiled and pushed her lightly forward. As she entered she noticed a donkey lying down next to what looked like a turn-stile. And a man, a very cute and dirty man looking at her.
"Can I help you ma'am?" He asked, his eyes searching hers.
"Well, umm, are you William Turner?" She asked, staring at him.
"That depends on who's asking," he said, standing and moving towards her. "Who's your friend there?" He pointed at Jack.
"Well you see-"
"Ready to be whipped whelp?" Jack asked, dropping his cloak on the ground and pulling his sword.
"Any time, pirate," the man, she assumed to be William, said, a mean look in his eyes as he pulled his own sword.
"Jack, stop it," Alyth said, stepping in front of him and slapping him hard on the cheek.
"Ow, what was that fer?"
"You drew a sword and were about to fight him," Alyth said, taking his sword from his right hand and holding it away from him.
"That must be the funniest thing I have ever seen," William said, and she noticed for the first time he was holding his stomach and laughing almost hysterically.
"Sorry about that Mister, I'm assuming, Turner," Alyth said, offering her hand.
"I'm Alyth."
"Well it's wonderful to meet you Alyth, and yes I am William Turner. If I had known you were a friend of Jack's I would have said so sooner."

"Who said I was his friend?" She asked, glaring at Jack, and then bursting into laughter at his hurt look, and bright red, hand printed cheek. "Don't be giving me that look Jack Sparrow, you deserved that."
"Funny, I din't think I did," he mumbled as he walked to Will. "Good te see ye again whelp. Nice te know yer doin so well fer yerself."
"And you too Jack. So, what brings you to Port Royal?" Will asked, sitting down on a crate.
"I'm here fer yer and that devil woman's weddin 'o course," Jack said, sitting down on the ground. At the word wedding, Will's face fell.
"What's wrong Will?" Alyth asked, standing in front of him.
"There isn't to be a wedding Jack, Elizebeth left me for the Commodore. She said she just couldn't stand to be married to a black smith. They are to be married in a years time."
"You ave got te be kiddin man, afta everythin that she went through, that ye went through? I dun believe this," Jack ranted.
"I'm sorry Will, I know I don't know you, but things will work out for the best, you'll see," Alyth said, and gave Will a hug. Will seemed surprised at first, then started hugging her tightly back.
"Aright ye two, break it up, she's off limits got it whelp?" Jack asked, as he pulled her away from Will.
"Jack, first of all I was offering him sympathy nothing else, second of all, who ever said I was off limits?" She asked pointedly.
"Well if that's how ye want it, then fine," Jack said, and stormed out of the smithy.
"What was that all about?" Will asked, obviously confused.
"If I knew, then I'd tell you. I would say he was being jealous, but he has no reason to be."
"Jack, jealous? Well, you must be special then," Will said with a wink.
"Well, of course I am. But enough about me, what about you?" She asked.
"What about me?"
"Well what are you going to do now?"
"Actually, I was kind of waiting for Jack to come to Port Royal, I was hoping he might take me on the Pearl," Will confessed.
"Course I will whelp, we leave tomorrow, be ready at dawn. Come on Miss Alyth, it is time for us to take our leave," Jack said, walking into the smithy with his long cloak on.
"Of course Captain. It was a pleasure to meet you Will, oh, and before I forget, I don't suppose you would have any swords lying around that I could buy from you? I need something of my own," Alyth said before she left.
"Actually I don't, but there is one you can have," he said, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.
"Thank you Will. I'll see you tomorrow," she said, and followed Jack out. "Now where Jack?"
"Now I'm goin to a tavern te get drunk and yer-"
"Oh, good, I was in the mood for some rum," Alyth cut Jack off, and realizing from the slump of his shoulders that he hadn't wanted her to come.

Thirty minutes of walking later they reached a shady looking tavern, and Alyth was having the hardest time breathing. "Jack," she wheezed, before they went in. "What?" He barked, turning to look at her. "N-nothing," she mumbled, hoping he wouldn't hear her harsh breaths. Apparently he didn't because he turned away from her and went into the tavern. She followed closely behind, not having a weapon on her, and having trouble breathing she didn't know if she could take some one trying to harm her. "Over here, bring two rums," Jack called as they sat at a table in the back of the seedy tavern. "Cap'n Jack Sparrow, I's been a long time," a bar wench said as she brought the rum to their table and practically rammed her breasts down Jack's throat. "'Ello luv, it's been foreva," he replied, staring down the front of her dress as she had undoubtedly wanted him to do. "Ahem, could I have my rum?" Alyth asked, the wench turned and glared at her, but before she could say anything Alyth grabbed her mug off the platter and guzzled it down in one long swig. She then preceded to walk to Jack and sit in his lap. At the strumpets look of surprise she took the remaining mug from the tray and guzzled that down too. "Why don't you go get us two more," she ordered the wench, and then turned to Jack who was staring in open shock at the girl in his lap. "Ye eard the lass, bring us more rum," Jack ordered, and they watched as she sulked off. "Well, if id'a known this was all it took te get ye in me lap, I would'a brought ye here hours ago," Jack whispered as he wrapped his arms around Alyth. She smiled and leaned back against his chest. Jack was nibbling on her ear as the wench came back with two rums, she set them on the table and huffed away, upset by Jack's affection towards Alyth. "My, you certainly do get around Captain Sparrow," she said as she handed him his rum, and began sipping her own. "Course I do luv, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?"

"Savvy," she murmured, and continued to drink her rum. A few hours later, and a few too many rums, Jack and Alyth were stumbling back to the rowboat on the beach, and the Pearl. "Ye know luv, maybe I should 'o gotten us a room fer the night, I dunno if yer gonna make it te the Pearl," Jack slurred. "Well then you's can always c-carry me Jack, you're such a big strong m- man," she slurred, leaning her weight against him. "'O course I can," he said, then pulled her into an alley and collapsed. "Jack, what are you d-doing, we shouldn't stop here." He pulled her down on top of him as she protested, and held her against him. He knew better of course, the bad part of Port Royal was no Tortuga, but there were still drunks looking for unsuspecting girls, and thieves that liked to kill. "We'll go in a minute, I jus wanted te rest, and kiss ye too," he mumbled as his lips searched for hers in his drunken state. Their lips met, his tongue seeking hers in an almost feral way, seeking entrance. She opened her lips and their tongues battled each other. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel more of her. Jack pulled away and ripped open the front of her large dress, and pulled it over her head. She was now only wearing a bodice and corset, and he pulled out a knife and quickly rid her of the offending corset. Jack's arms wrapped around Alyth's body feeling the curves of her hips as he pulled her close for another kiss. Their lips met in barely restrained passion, and she felt his hands encircling her breasts, she moaned in frustration and moved her hands to his knotted hair, pulling it slightly and forcing his face to turn up, deepening their kiss. She kissed down his neck, and ripped open his shirt revealing his tight muscles in the moonlight, along with two round scars. She kissed down his chest, her tongue lightly licking over his scars. He moaned softly as she nibbled his nipples, and closed his eyes. "Well well, wha do we 'ave 'ere mates?" A voice asked from the darkness. The sound of breaking glass was heard and Alyth looked up to see a bottle broken over Jack's head, and his eyes rolling back into his head. "Leave us alone," Alyth screamed, as two men grabbed her arms, another came in front of her and smiled, she could barely make out his hideous, scarred face, and his toothless grin. Alyth spit on him, and saw that grin leave his face as he lifted his hand, and brought it to her head. Everything went black and Alyth knew no more.

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