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any previous POTC characters, only my own lovely little creations. (One of
whom you'll meet in this chapter!)
Chapter 2: A Proposition Over Drinks
Jack and Will walked briskly to the pub, and Jack hurried Will inside, as though he was trying not to be seen. This wasn't typical of Jack, as he usually had no problem becoming a public spectacle, and it concerned Will. Jack pulled Will to a shadowy corner of the pub and seated himself at a small table.
"Are you planning to stand the entire night?" Jack looked up at Will, who was standing to the side of the table, glancing around warily. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, but then pulled out the chair opposite Jack and sat down quickly. He leaned across the table towards Jack.
"Who are you hiding from?" he inquired as quietly as possible.
"I'm not hiding. I am simply trying not to be seen by the person I would be hiding from, if I were hiding, which I'm not," he replied, smirking.
Will raised an eyebrow. "And who would that be?"
"I'm bloody getting to it!! A little patience is required on your part, me little whelp. I'm going to get us some rum. Can't talk properly unless we splice the mainbrace, aye?" Jack said as he stood up. He looked down at Will and murmured, "Stay here. And I beg you, Will, don't do anything stupid." Jack sauntered to the bar, looked around shiftily, and leaned over the counter, grabbing two bottles of his favorite Caribbean rum. He hurried back to the table and handed Will the smaller bottle of the two.
"Now, on to business," Jack said, glancing towards a corner on the other side of the place. "Ah, I think I've spotted her. Now don't draw attention to us," he said, tilting his hat down to shadow his eyes. "Alright, this lass I'm attempting not to be seen by, if she is who I believe, sits in the corner opposite us. No, no!-- don't turn and look just yet," he said, catching Will by the shoulder. "You'll be wanting to hear about her first, savvy?"
Will nodded impatiently and Jack began.
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"'Twas about seven years ago, that I met Juliet. She was just a young lass then, only 'bout seventeen years old. Her family was poor, and they were all out of jobs. They were living in Tortuga at the time, so you can guess the business Juliet found herself forced into. So, one night I stumbled upon her in me favorite bar. A lovely thing to look at, she was, but I assumed she would be like any other delectable little strumpet in the place. And yet I was drawn to her, you see. I wasn't sure why at the time, but I later realized there were many reasons for it." A whimsical look played across Jack's face, and he glanced dreamily towards the corner where he believed this girl to be. Will cleared his throat uncomfortably, unsure of where this tale was leading, but wanting to hear it nonetheless. Jack turned and looked at Will then began to speak again.
"Right, where was I? Ah, yes, our first meeting. She was sitting in a corner alone, the same way she is now, and I couldn't help but approach her. She was a very angry looking girl, so I figured she would be a challenge. But you know I like challenges, mate," Jack said with a broad smile. "So, I asked her if the other seat at her table was spoken for, expecting a simple answer of yes or no . . .
....FLASHBACK.... (to the bar in Tortuga 7 years ago)
"'Ello, darling, is this seat taken?" Jack inquired coquetteishly. He was rather drunk at the time, which certainly didn't help Juliet's reaction.
"Seventy-five shillings for the night," she said dismally, boldly staring straight into Jack's deep brown eyes. A scowl was set upon her face and her eyes were narrowed.
"Forgive me, m'lady, but that is not my intent. Though I certainly wouldn't mind some time in the future," Jack replied, winking arrogantly.
"What is your intent, then, pirate?" She shot the word "pirate" at him so harshly, he was taken aback for a moment.
"Aye, I am a pirate," he said darkly. But then, a smile spread across his face. "A corsair! One of the Brethren of the Coast!" he proclaimed proudly.
This man is obviously drunk, Juliet thought to herself, though she couldn't help but smile at his happiness. Jack stooped down to her so that they were at eye level.
"My intent," he whispered slowly in her ear, "Was to learn your name, because you look oddly familiar to me."
"Oh, really?" she replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "Well, supply me with you name, and we'll see about mine."
"Fair enough," Jack spoke, with a small nod. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" He grinned.
"Jack Sparrow?" she repeated questioningly.
"Captain, love. Captain Jack Sparrow." He eyed her intently, unable to predict her next move. This was unusual for him, since he almost always knew what women were about to do. Jack knew she would be a challenge.
"Well, Captain Sparrow, it's very nice to make your acquaintance," she said, reaching out her hand. Jack took it in his, and gently pulled it towards him with the intent of kissing it, when he felt her other hand catch his wrist tightly. She twisted the hand that belonged to the fingers Jack had clasped between his so that their palms were touching and she could fully restrain his hand. She pushed his right sleeve up to his elbow, in a very similar manner as Commodore Norrington would do to him in a later year. She eyed the "P" intently, and then her eyes settled on the tattoo of a sparrow in flight.
"Well, Captain, are the stories true?" she asked, her eyes slowly traveling to Jack's. She got the feeling, even though she had just met him that she could drown in those eyes. They were the deepest brown she had ever seen. For a moment they sat, with their hands still clasped together, as if in a trance. The commotion in the bar seemed to fade from their minds, and they were the only two left there. Jack blinked, breaking their silent train of thoughts. He smiled slyly.
"Depends on what stories you've heard." Jack's eyes danced into hers and he gave her a wry smile. "Now that you know my name, I should like to be hearin' yours."
She smirked playfully, obviously enjoying the fact that she was frustrating such a famous pirate.
"Oh dear, it's getting quite late," she said, glancing out the window. "I've got to get going. It was lovely talking to you, Captain." She stood up quickly, and walked gracefully to the door of the bar.
"WAIT!" Jack shouted after her. She turned slowly, a coy smile playing at the edge of her lips. "Your name...?" he asked quietly.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, then turned and opened the door to go outside. Just when Jack thought she would leave, she turned her head, and spoke softly.
"Juliet."
[A/N]: I love this chapter! lol.. Juliet will surely develop into a fantabulous character.. ;] We'll go back to he present time in the 3rd chapter, with Jack and Will in the pub etc.. and you'll see what will happen with Juliet.. (as soon as I decide) Well thanks so much for reading!! All reviews are appreciated!! =)
Chapter 2: A Proposition Over Drinks
Jack and Will walked briskly to the pub, and Jack hurried Will inside, as though he was trying not to be seen. This wasn't typical of Jack, as he usually had no problem becoming a public spectacle, and it concerned Will. Jack pulled Will to a shadowy corner of the pub and seated himself at a small table.
"Are you planning to stand the entire night?" Jack looked up at Will, who was standing to the side of the table, glancing around warily. He raised his eyebrows questioningly, but then pulled out the chair opposite Jack and sat down quickly. He leaned across the table towards Jack.
"Who are you hiding from?" he inquired as quietly as possible.
"I'm not hiding. I am simply trying not to be seen by the person I would be hiding from, if I were hiding, which I'm not," he replied, smirking.
Will raised an eyebrow. "And who would that be?"
"I'm bloody getting to it!! A little patience is required on your part, me little whelp. I'm going to get us some rum. Can't talk properly unless we splice the mainbrace, aye?" Jack said as he stood up. He looked down at Will and murmured, "Stay here. And I beg you, Will, don't do anything stupid." Jack sauntered to the bar, looked around shiftily, and leaned over the counter, grabbing two bottles of his favorite Caribbean rum. He hurried back to the table and handed Will the smaller bottle of the two.
"Now, on to business," Jack said, glancing towards a corner on the other side of the place. "Ah, I think I've spotted her. Now don't draw attention to us," he said, tilting his hat down to shadow his eyes. "Alright, this lass I'm attempting not to be seen by, if she is who I believe, sits in the corner opposite us. No, no!-- don't turn and look just yet," he said, catching Will by the shoulder. "You'll be wanting to hear about her first, savvy?"
Will nodded impatiently and Jack began.
..................................
"'Twas about seven years ago, that I met Juliet. She was just a young lass then, only 'bout seventeen years old. Her family was poor, and they were all out of jobs. They were living in Tortuga at the time, so you can guess the business Juliet found herself forced into. So, one night I stumbled upon her in me favorite bar. A lovely thing to look at, she was, but I assumed she would be like any other delectable little strumpet in the place. And yet I was drawn to her, you see. I wasn't sure why at the time, but I later realized there were many reasons for it." A whimsical look played across Jack's face, and he glanced dreamily towards the corner where he believed this girl to be. Will cleared his throat uncomfortably, unsure of where this tale was leading, but wanting to hear it nonetheless. Jack turned and looked at Will then began to speak again.
"Right, where was I? Ah, yes, our first meeting. She was sitting in a corner alone, the same way she is now, and I couldn't help but approach her. She was a very angry looking girl, so I figured she would be a challenge. But you know I like challenges, mate," Jack said with a broad smile. "So, I asked her if the other seat at her table was spoken for, expecting a simple answer of yes or no . . .
....FLASHBACK.... (to the bar in Tortuga 7 years ago)
"'Ello, darling, is this seat taken?" Jack inquired coquetteishly. He was rather drunk at the time, which certainly didn't help Juliet's reaction.
"Seventy-five shillings for the night," she said dismally, boldly staring straight into Jack's deep brown eyes. A scowl was set upon her face and her eyes were narrowed.
"Forgive me, m'lady, but that is not my intent. Though I certainly wouldn't mind some time in the future," Jack replied, winking arrogantly.
"What is your intent, then, pirate?" She shot the word "pirate" at him so harshly, he was taken aback for a moment.
"Aye, I am a pirate," he said darkly. But then, a smile spread across his face. "A corsair! One of the Brethren of the Coast!" he proclaimed proudly.
This man is obviously drunk, Juliet thought to herself, though she couldn't help but smile at his happiness. Jack stooped down to her so that they were at eye level.
"My intent," he whispered slowly in her ear, "Was to learn your name, because you look oddly familiar to me."
"Oh, really?" she replied sarcastically, raising an eyebrow. "Well, supply me with you name, and we'll see about mine."
"Fair enough," Jack spoke, with a small nod. "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, savvy?" He grinned.
"Jack Sparrow?" she repeated questioningly.
"Captain, love. Captain Jack Sparrow." He eyed her intently, unable to predict her next move. This was unusual for him, since he almost always knew what women were about to do. Jack knew she would be a challenge.
"Well, Captain Sparrow, it's very nice to make your acquaintance," she said, reaching out her hand. Jack took it in his, and gently pulled it towards him with the intent of kissing it, when he felt her other hand catch his wrist tightly. She twisted the hand that belonged to the fingers Jack had clasped between his so that their palms were touching and she could fully restrain his hand. She pushed his right sleeve up to his elbow, in a very similar manner as Commodore Norrington would do to him in a later year. She eyed the "P" intently, and then her eyes settled on the tattoo of a sparrow in flight.
"Well, Captain, are the stories true?" she asked, her eyes slowly traveling to Jack's. She got the feeling, even though she had just met him that she could drown in those eyes. They were the deepest brown she had ever seen. For a moment they sat, with their hands still clasped together, as if in a trance. The commotion in the bar seemed to fade from their minds, and they were the only two left there. Jack blinked, breaking their silent train of thoughts. He smiled slyly.
"Depends on what stories you've heard." Jack's eyes danced into hers and he gave her a wry smile. "Now that you know my name, I should like to be hearin' yours."
She smirked playfully, obviously enjoying the fact that she was frustrating such a famous pirate.
"Oh dear, it's getting quite late," she said, glancing out the window. "I've got to get going. It was lovely talking to you, Captain." She stood up quickly, and walked gracefully to the door of the bar.
"WAIT!" Jack shouted after her. She turned slowly, a coy smile playing at the edge of her lips. "Your name...?" he asked quietly.
She looked up at him and tilted her head, then turned and opened the door to go outside. Just when Jack thought she would leave, she turned her head, and spoke softly.
"Juliet."
[A/N]: I love this chapter! lol.. Juliet will surely develop into a fantabulous character.. ;] We'll go back to he present time in the 3rd chapter, with Jack and Will in the pub etc.. and you'll see what will happen with Juliet.. (as soon as I decide) Well thanks so much for reading!! All reviews are appreciated!! =)