Chapter 9 – Port Royal

Summary: Kira Ryan was an ordinary 21st century girl until an amulet brought her tumbling into 18th century to a world of rum, pirates, and true love...

Disclaimer: I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, any of it's characters, settings, or plots.(including Jack..... ::tears::) However Kira Ryan and the general plot is my own.

You flagg'd walks of the cities! you strong curbs at the edges!
You ferries! you planks and posts of wharves! you timber-lined
side! you distant ships!
You rows of houses! you window-pierc'd facades! you roofs!
You porches and entrances! you copings and iron guards!
You windows whose transparent shells might expose so much!
You doors and ascending steps! you arches!
You gray stones of interminable pavements! you trodden crossings!
From all that has touch'd you I believe you have imparted to
yourselves, and now would impart the same secretly to me,
From the living and the dead you have peopled your impassive surfaces,
and the spirits thereof would be evident and amicable with me.

Song of the Open Road - Walt Whitman

" 'Kay all ye scallywags here's the deal." Jack spoke out to his crew. "Barbossa's captain in my wake, I gots sum business that needs looking after. Ye'll all be allowed on main land, but I wants no trouble like we had in Port Elizabeth or ye'll be getting keelhauled1." He said roughly with a sour expression on his face. "Gots that mates?" "AYE!" Came the general consensus excluding some retorts from the two pirates Pintel and Ragetti whom had been that cause of the "disturbance" in Port Elizabeth. "Aye, then get back to work, I want anchor dropped and the riggings properly secured." He yelled at his men, before turning to his first mate.

"No man steps of this ship until it sparkles like a gold chequeen.2 "I'll see that it gets done captain." He said with a happy expression until Jack had turned his back, and his face contorted to one of malice and resentment. Kira was outwardly the only one to notice this and just stared at the man warily. He suddenly became aware of her presence and turned to sneer at her. "What are ye staring at, ye heard the captain nobody leaves this ship till its clean so get back to work." He belligerently told her. "I'm afraid you heard wrong, he said no MAN leaves this ship until is shines. He never said anything about women having to do any work." She replied angrily.

Suddenly Jack came to rescues her, "Comin' luv?" he said gesturing to a small boat. "Ya want me to come with you?" she asked in disbelief. "Would ye rather me leave ye to whorin, drinkin, and cleanin wit the likes of him." He said pointing at Barbossa. She took one look at him, and immediately responded, "when do we leave?"

Within 15 minutes the two were in a rowboat making it's way to shore. They banked in a rocky inlet not far from the harbor.

"Tell me again why I have to wear this stuffy dress." She questioned, growing rather irritated with the excessive amounts of itchy fabric. "Because luv, ye needed a disguise." "That was a rhetorical question. Sides I don't see you in some frilly costume." "I don't need one, I already look smashing luv." He said with a grin as they walked into town. "No, you look like a fool." "But a handsome fool." "No, defiantly not." She replied certainly. "Now he," she said pointing to a merchant with sparkling blue eyes and dark brown hair, "is smashing."

Jack looked put out by this comment and fell in to silence until they were walking into the particularly busy part of town. "Luv, if any one happens to be askin' we was driftin about the sea for a few days after our ship went down with ye parents aboard. I'se was told to take care of ye by your da before he died. Got's that?" "Aye aye capy!" Jack looked at incredulously, she just smiled and continued walking.

Port Royal was a very busy city, full of people selling anything you could think of along the street in carts and stands. Men in militia uniforms stood by with guns locked and loaded, ready to fire at the sound of trouble. This put Kira a little at unease but after a while, she was consumed by the busyness of the town, which reminded her a lot of New York city. A feeling of homesickness washed over her, it was possible she would never return home. She sighed, so consumed in her thoughts that she forgot completely about the world around her.

She was so captivated by these thoughts that she ran right into a person walking the opposite way. She staggered a bit, only to trip on the hem of her skirt. She braced herself for the hard cobblestone walkway, but was surprised when two arms wrapped around her waist, saving her from the ground. "Are you alright miss?" inquired the young man, who's arms still held her. "I believe so..." she said "Thank you very much for coming to my rescue mr..." she paused waiting for his answer. "Hawkins, but you may call me James is so wish. And what might I call a lady so fair as yourself?" his politeness was nauseating, but she played along fluttering her eyelashes and blushing slightly at his comment. "Maria Consuela sir, " she replied with a flirtatious smile.

"Ah then you are Hispanic?" "My father was a Spanish nobleman, but my mother was English." She said before adding a frown and looking downcast at the ground.

"They drowned three weeks ago after a bunch of savages looted our ship on our way to San Juan." One lonely teardrop fell down her face, the man tightened his hold on her into a caring hug, trying to console her. "After the pirates had left, me and my fathers man servant...Baco, drifted all over until the British navy came along and brilliantly rescued us." "How dreadful, pirates are such horrid things. If I can be of any service to you, do not hesitate to ask." He proclaimed graciously. A dramatic sniff and a nod came from her as she put her head into the man's shoulder.

Jack all the while had been watching the unfolding scene with a strange jealous tingling erupting inside him. He sat there watching her with his head cocked to one side watching her brilliant acting skills at work on this unsuspecting man. As the man's arms wrapped tighter around Kira, he suddenly felt the odd urge to do so himself. 'Nah, that's bloody mad, I just gots places to be,' he lied to himself. "Pardon me, ELENA and I have business to see to so get ye'r bloody paws off her!" he practically screamed as he dragged Kira around the corner.

Kira obviously not noticing jack was fuming, was laughing uncontrollably. Jack glared at her, "That wasn't funny luv." "What are you talking about? That was bloody hilarious, he actually bought that poor pitiful woe-is-me I'm-a-stupid-brainless-airhead crap." She said between fits of laughing. "Oh and you should have seen your face when I told him your name was BACO." "I told ye ta tell 'em a tale, not to bloomin' try and get yourself engaged!" "Oh come on Jack, it was a harmless bit of fun. You need to lighten up a bit." Jack sighed, mumbling "I don't know why I even bothers." In his normal drunk tone and started waling up the hill. "Wait for me!" Kira yelled, rushing to catch up with him. "By the way were are we going?"

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before i can write the next chapter i need you (the reviewer) to anwser me two questions when you review

1. Do you think that jack might be of hispanic descent? (even partly i.e. is mother was spanish why is father was english) this is sort of important to a character i will be adding so please tell me
and
2. When do you thing POTC took place? I personally think it's around late 1600's to the early 1700's, but i really have no clue, and i wanted to know your opinions so i can base something off of it.

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footnotes:

1 Keelhauled: to drag under the keel of a ship for the sole purpose of torture or punishment

2 Chequeen: a former Venetian gold coin