Disclaimer: I STILL don't own Jack or his comrades. Quite depressing.
Enough said.
Chapter 3: Preferably with Drinks (back to the present)
Juliet sat at a corner table, the only one she ever graced at that miscreant-infested pub. Though she now resided in Port Royal, her fortunes had once again slipped to those that she had faced in Tortuga nearly seven years ago. She was now twenty-three, and found herself utterly bound to the undesirable world of courtesans. She did as much as she could to find a stable job, yet every profession available to the lower class of Port Royal had wavering opportunities. Juliet had once again strayed into harlotry. She had no other choice. She had begun to lose all hope, and had contemplated many ways to escape her misery. She was very close to pursuing them, too, until that night.
As Jack opened the door to the pub, a cool breeze shot across the room, gently caressing Juliet's face. She looked up to see a vaguely familiar man entering, accompanied by another, though younger, man. She didn't recognize the second one, but she knew there was something about the sway of the first man's step that was discernible in her mind. She watched him closely for a while, observing his gestures as he seated himself and spoke to the man who accompanied him. She followed his form with her eyes as he moved to the bar, looked around shiftily, and leaned over, grabbing two bottles of clearly distinguishable Caribbean rum. Then it hit her, accompanied by an unbelievable rush of hope for a change in her tarnished existence. This was Captain Jack Sparrow.
Jack's still form, leaned back casually in his chair, was silhouetted against the ember glow induced by the lantern on his table. His tricorner hat rested carelessly atop the gnarled mass of black braids and beads that peeked out around his faded red bandana. He looked up, meeting Will's incredulous gaze. Also evident, however, was a smirk attempting to surface itself over Will's skeptical eyes and furrowed brow. A smirk that was being desperately, yet unsuccessfully, held in by its proprietor.
"So," Will finally broke the uncomfortable silence, "the nomadic heart of Jack Sparrow was once captured by a teenager? A lass of seventeen?" Will's eyes laughed into Jack's as he humorously shook his head. "I never knew you could be claimed by anyone, much less a child." Will raised his eyebrows.
"Belay your assumptions, mate, you're gettin' ahead of yourself." Jack looked down, slightly shaking his head. "Things did not work out with Juliet, although we sailed together for almost two years. However, certain circumstances caused me to force her to leave the crew, and I ended up dropping her here, which proved to be a mistake. If I had kept her with me, Barbossa's mutiny would not have gone over so easily. It was only a month and a half after I left her here that I lost the Pearl. I haven't had as good a first mate as her since I've had it back, and I wouldn't mind speaking with her about rejoining while I'm here. However, I have two choices as to how to approach her. I could either speak to her now, although that would be accompanied with a large risk of a flogging to my face." Jack looked up at Will with a grin. "Or, I could wait for the opportune moment, preferably a moment when she's already had a good many drinks, so I could have more control over the situation. I quite prefer the latter, so I would be very much obliged if you would STOP STARING AT HER LIKE A BLOODY IDIOT! ... Savvy?" he finished quietly, glaring and smiling sarcastically at Will.
Jack and Juliet had very similar, yet sometimes opposite ways of thinking. Juliet smiled to herself as she watched Jack's companion look her way. She had two choices. She could leave her table and approach Jack, but that was accompanied with the risk of being brutally told off and causing a scene. Or she could wait for the opportune moment, preferably when Jack has already had a good many drinks, so that she could have more control over the situation. The latter was the obvious choice, it was much less risky. Yet risk always enticed Juliet. Screw waiting, this WAS the opportune moment.
"Right then," said Will ardently. "What's your plan?"
"Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?" Jack asked, tilting his head and narrowing his kohl-lined eyes.
"Yes."
"Fine. I shall tell you my plan of action , IF you get up immediately and we quickly walk out the door, because the person this plan revolves around is coming this way rather quickly, and since I haven't yet told you the plan, you don't know what it is, nor do you know how to behave around said strumpet. Do we have an accord?" Jack hastily pulled Will out of his seat and sped towards the door, not bothering to wait for his response.
[A/N] Hehe.. I like this chapter bunches.. sorry if it seems a little short, but chapter 4 is coming VERY soon!! Please review! And a million thanks to Kizume Bass, my very fave fanfic author, for giving me my first review!! =) make sure u go read her stories they're awesome!! All reviews are appreciated!!!
Chapter 3: Preferably with Drinks (back to the present)
Juliet sat at a corner table, the only one she ever graced at that miscreant-infested pub. Though she now resided in Port Royal, her fortunes had once again slipped to those that she had faced in Tortuga nearly seven years ago. She was now twenty-three, and found herself utterly bound to the undesirable world of courtesans. She did as much as she could to find a stable job, yet every profession available to the lower class of Port Royal had wavering opportunities. Juliet had once again strayed into harlotry. She had no other choice. She had begun to lose all hope, and had contemplated many ways to escape her misery. She was very close to pursuing them, too, until that night.
As Jack opened the door to the pub, a cool breeze shot across the room, gently caressing Juliet's face. She looked up to see a vaguely familiar man entering, accompanied by another, though younger, man. She didn't recognize the second one, but she knew there was something about the sway of the first man's step that was discernible in her mind. She watched him closely for a while, observing his gestures as he seated himself and spoke to the man who accompanied him. She followed his form with her eyes as he moved to the bar, looked around shiftily, and leaned over, grabbing two bottles of clearly distinguishable Caribbean rum. Then it hit her, accompanied by an unbelievable rush of hope for a change in her tarnished existence. This was Captain Jack Sparrow.
Jack's still form, leaned back casually in his chair, was silhouetted against the ember glow induced by the lantern on his table. His tricorner hat rested carelessly atop the gnarled mass of black braids and beads that peeked out around his faded red bandana. He looked up, meeting Will's incredulous gaze. Also evident, however, was a smirk attempting to surface itself over Will's skeptical eyes and furrowed brow. A smirk that was being desperately, yet unsuccessfully, held in by its proprietor.
"So," Will finally broke the uncomfortable silence, "the nomadic heart of Jack Sparrow was once captured by a teenager? A lass of seventeen?" Will's eyes laughed into Jack's as he humorously shook his head. "I never knew you could be claimed by anyone, much less a child." Will raised his eyebrows.
"Belay your assumptions, mate, you're gettin' ahead of yourself." Jack looked down, slightly shaking his head. "Things did not work out with Juliet, although we sailed together for almost two years. However, certain circumstances caused me to force her to leave the crew, and I ended up dropping her here, which proved to be a mistake. If I had kept her with me, Barbossa's mutiny would not have gone over so easily. It was only a month and a half after I left her here that I lost the Pearl. I haven't had as good a first mate as her since I've had it back, and I wouldn't mind speaking with her about rejoining while I'm here. However, I have two choices as to how to approach her. I could either speak to her now, although that would be accompanied with a large risk of a flogging to my face." Jack looked up at Will with a grin. "Or, I could wait for the opportune moment, preferably a moment when she's already had a good many drinks, so I could have more control over the situation. I quite prefer the latter, so I would be very much obliged if you would STOP STARING AT HER LIKE A BLOODY IDIOT! ... Savvy?" he finished quietly, glaring and smiling sarcastically at Will.
Jack and Juliet had very similar, yet sometimes opposite ways of thinking. Juliet smiled to herself as she watched Jack's companion look her way. She had two choices. She could leave her table and approach Jack, but that was accompanied with the risk of being brutally told off and causing a scene. Or she could wait for the opportune moment, preferably when Jack has already had a good many drinks, so that she could have more control over the situation. The latter was the obvious choice, it was much less risky. Yet risk always enticed Juliet. Screw waiting, this WAS the opportune moment.
"Right then," said Will ardently. "What's your plan?"
"Have I ever given you reason not to trust me?" Jack asked, tilting his head and narrowing his kohl-lined eyes.
"Yes."
"Fine. I shall tell you my plan of action , IF you get up immediately and we quickly walk out the door, because the person this plan revolves around is coming this way rather quickly, and since I haven't yet told you the plan, you don't know what it is, nor do you know how to behave around said strumpet. Do we have an accord?" Jack hastily pulled Will out of his seat and sped towards the door, not bothering to wait for his response.
[A/N] Hehe.. I like this chapter bunches.. sorry if it seems a little short, but chapter 4 is coming VERY soon!! Please review! And a million thanks to Kizume Bass, my very fave fanfic author, for giving me my first review!! =) make sure u go read her stories they're awesome!! All reviews are appreciated!!!