Disclaimer: I do not own Jack Sparrow (although I wish I could carry him around in muh pocket!), Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann Turner, Commodore Norrington, Mr. Gibbs, Anna-Maria, Mr. Cotton, Pirates of the Caribbean, or Disney movies. I do own in fact, the characters Felix, Sam, and any other crewmembers' names because they aren't stated in the movie.

Chapter Two - Of Tortuga and a Unexpected Discovery

Yellow metallic teeth flashed at the curvy barmaid. In spite of the gold caps, his smile was rather charming, and was the sort that made any girl flush pinky hues. She looked the man from top to bottom as if inspecting a prize. He was not a very tall man, yet his figure was sturdy and well built. The air in which he moved, stood, and walked attracted fond glances from many of the other maids. It was also the manner of appearance that drew many doting eyes upon him; his hair was a very odd assortment of dread-locks both tied back behind his head and also loose around his shoulders, and was inhabited by objects such as strings of bright coloured beads, and even a long bone. His eyes were rich and highlighted by smeared charcoal around the lids. His entire face was well defined by highly chiseled cheekbones, and ended with a flourish of a mustache and two twisted strands of a beard dangling from his chin.

"Rum all around for me an' me mates here," he said and gestured drunkenly to a few men behind him. He teetered backwards and cocked an eyebrow at the maid. The way he moved suggested alcohol intoxication, yet his eyes gave away that he was, in fact, completely sober.

The maid smiled cheerily and got out a few mugs. Once full, she handed them to the man and leaned in to his ear and whispered, "to what name do I owe the pleasure of tonight's tumble?"

The man looked disinclined, yet he winked at her and said, "I'm sure ye'll have yer hands full already." Then he straightened up to his full height and grinned, "but I'm Cap'n Jack Sparrow!"

Jack wavered over to a little round table where four or five of his crew were laughing and jesting heartily. With a flourish, he set the mugs down in front of the men before taking a seat beside an older man with a gray beard.

"Arrrrr, Mr. Gibbs! Nothing like rum in a blood soaked place as Tortuga when all you've had for months of plundering is dirty grog!" Jack sighed.

"Ye don't fool me, Jack! You'd take the sea, with or without the grog, over Tortuga and ten-thousand barmaids."

"Aye, Gibbs, ye know me all too well." Jack chuckled.

All around their table, men smashed bottles over heads, fired guns into the air, piercing the roof with bullet holes, while others buried their greasy heads into strumpets' chests.

There really was no life for Jack on land. He had been reunited with his one true love, wife, and mistress, the Black Pearl, his precious ship that had once been under the command of evil Captain Barbosa. But he now had his lovely ship back; his legs back. Aye, the Pearl was his legs and feet, the waves were his turf, and the horizon was ever his destination. There would be no life for him on land. No woman either. Or in the least, no woman he would stay with for long, he thought, as a very attractive girl waltzed past him.

More drinks were served, and Jack consumed a little more than was good for him, and he began to feel the room spin. Giddiness overcame him, and soon found himself telling of his "heroic" adventure of reclaiming his ship to all that would listen, while standing on top of the table.

"And there the lil' lad was, about to be executed, when me, all by me onesies, shot every one of the crew with just one shot in me pistol. Aye, the bullet went from one bilge rat to another, and then we had to slice our arms, from top to bottom, and wipe the lil trinket all in the bloody mess. Once those things were back in their box, Barbosa and all his mates began spurting blood all over the place!"

Some of the ladies gasped in pleasure, and sighed happily if his eye looked their direction. The rest of Jack's crew was too drunk to notice anything wrong with the retelling of his tale. Jack was too preoccupied with impressing the women and men alike, and he didn't seem to pay much attention to anything else. It was then that many things took place. When Jack swept the audience a very gracious, yet slightly unstable bow, a young lady was teasing one of his crew. The man she happened to be torturing with her dancing and winking happened to be one of Jack's more important sailors, and the poor man was so intoxicated with drink he didn't even notice the tall, thin, black haired man towering over him as he tickled the woman. The tall man's eyes glinted cruelly, and he pulled out a glittering knife. As he sheathed the knife in the man's chest, he whispered in a soft voice, "I suggest you don't bother this young wench again."

As the thin man stalked off, Jack finally noticed his dead sailor in a puddle of blood, and yelped loudly. He bellowed for someone to explain what happened, but his five minutes of recognition were apparently over for now.

"Hello Jack," someone said into his ear.

Jack whipped around and succeeded in overturning a chair in the process. Before him stood a woman, holding a bundle and looking very pleased to see him. She looked vaguely familiar to Jack, yet he couldn't put a name to the face. Several names whirled through his head. Lola, Lulu, Lacy, Lucy. Aye it's Lucy! Jack smiled charmingly at the young woman, who suddenly her face changed to an expression of murder. "I've been waiting for this day for three years, Jack! Look what ye left me with!" She parted the dirty blankets at her chest to reveal the startled eyes of a toddler girl.

Jack stared at the baby in disgust. But he grinned at the woman and said, "Ahh Lucy, it's not that ugly! Just needs a washing that's all! Throw it in the ocean for a while."

He winced in pain as a smart smack crossed his cheek. "It's Lilly!" She shrieked. "And this belongs to you!" With that, she thrust the child into Jack's arms and stormed out of the bar.