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a/n: your review would be like a little slice of heaven….indulge me why don't you?
Jack watched as the newest member of his crew helped anchor the Pearl at the harbor in Tortuga. He was about Will's age, Jack believed, and about the same size as well. His dark hair was straight and just below his ears and he wore a green bandana around his head. Despite his obvious youth, he had an older look about him, especially in the slight lines in his cheeks. He appeared almost cold and hard, a look enhanced by the deep scar running through his left eyebrow, and down his cheek to beneath his chin, only just missing his eye. But in his steel-gray eyes there lay a certain humor that warmed the other pirates up to him. Jack had not yet met this boy; Gibbs had found him half-dead on the bay at Port Royal during the near-execution and there had not been time for the two to be formerly acquainted. Jack waited to approach him until the ship was safely anchored and the boy was perched on the rail wiping his brow with his tunic. As Jack strolled over to him, the boy acknowledged him with a respectful nod.
"Cap'n."
"Ello poppet, I don't believe we've yet met." Jack flashed him a grin and held out his hand, which the boy shook and replied, "Finn."
"Ah, short for Finnegan, I'd presume. An Irish lad. Most definitely then you'd be familiar with Kelly's Pub, just down the street, there?" Jack indicated to a road past the docks in the city.
"Aye," said Finn, grinning slightly. "That be me pappy's own pub."
"Well I may just have to mosey down there later." Jack turned and walked back to the helm, shouting orders at the rest of the pirates.
Finn leaned against the railing of the Pearl, and quickly stood up straight again after burning his fingertips on the dark wood that had been absorbing the sun all day. He stared after his captain's retreating figure. After contemplating that matter for a bit, he turned his attention to the mocha-skinned woman behind the wheel and, grinning like a wolf, approached her with an invitation to spend the evening with him; an invitation she quickly declined.
Shortly after the sunset, Jack left the Pearl and headed towards the pub. Before he entered the doors he could hear drunken singing and raucous laughter. As he got closer he was able to make out the words the men were singing.
We drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
Yes we drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
And If I sees a pretty girl, I'll sleep with her tonight!
Then we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
When Jack stepped inside the shabby pub, he caught a glimpse of Finn, mug of beer in hand, singing and dancing in a circle with the rest of the men. Jack fought to get to the bar and got a mug of rum, looking forward to being able to dance and sing with the rest of them after a few more drinks. After he finished one mug, the barkeep gave him another, and Jack began to take in the place.
It was dark and smelled a bit foul, but it was extremely clean; quite uncommon for the city in which it was located. The wood of the bars were chipped and all who sat there were in danger of terrible splinters. There was no plaster on the walls, only bricks and a bit of wood foundation. No floor had been laid either, just packed dirt. Despite the bleakness of the place, the people who drank at Kelly's seemed far happier than those who drank and Jack's usual favorite.
Deciding he was at last drunk enough to join in the festivities, Jack pushed through the rings of Irishmen to the boy. As Finn saw the pirate approaching he smiled in greeting and slowed his movements as to allow his captain to learn the steps to the jig easier. Jack happily slung one arm around Finn's shoulders and quickly learned the hops and leaps that comprised the dance. After spinning around with the lads for quite some time, Jack noticed a girl on the other side of Finn. She was shorter than most, and load of red hair and an impressive bust, a pixie face, and when her sea-foam eyes met Jack's chocolate stare, a flash of heat went straight through him to his loins. She smiled sweetly and turned away, dancing with another sailor. Finn caught Jack staring after her.
"That be Isabel, me own best friend. Known her since childhood I has." He stated proudly. Jack only nodded and continued gaping. Finn grinned, amused at the pirates awe.
"Now Cap'n, Izzy's only a woman. No need to act like ye never seen one before. Come on then we'll introduce ye to her." Finn grabbed Jack's upper arm and yanked him towards the bar and motioned for the girl to follow him.
a/n: your review would be like a little slice of heaven….indulge me why don't you?
Jack watched as the newest member of his crew helped anchor the Pearl at the harbor in Tortuga. He was about Will's age, Jack believed, and about the same size as well. His dark hair was straight and just below his ears and he wore a green bandana around his head. Despite his obvious youth, he had an older look about him, especially in the slight lines in his cheeks. He appeared almost cold and hard, a look enhanced by the deep scar running through his left eyebrow, and down his cheek to beneath his chin, only just missing his eye. But in his steel-gray eyes there lay a certain humor that warmed the other pirates up to him. Jack had not yet met this boy; Gibbs had found him half-dead on the bay at Port Royal during the near-execution and there had not been time for the two to be formerly acquainted. Jack waited to approach him until the ship was safely anchored and the boy was perched on the rail wiping his brow with his tunic. As Jack strolled over to him, the boy acknowledged him with a respectful nod.
"Cap'n."
"Ello poppet, I don't believe we've yet met." Jack flashed him a grin and held out his hand, which the boy shook and replied, "Finn."
"Ah, short for Finnegan, I'd presume. An Irish lad. Most definitely then you'd be familiar with Kelly's Pub, just down the street, there?" Jack indicated to a road past the docks in the city.
"Aye," said Finn, grinning slightly. "That be me pappy's own pub."
"Well I may just have to mosey down there later." Jack turned and walked back to the helm, shouting orders at the rest of the pirates.
Finn leaned against the railing of the Pearl, and quickly stood up straight again after burning his fingertips on the dark wood that had been absorbing the sun all day. He stared after his captain's retreating figure. After contemplating that matter for a bit, he turned his attention to the mocha-skinned woman behind the wheel and, grinning like a wolf, approached her with an invitation to spend the evening with him; an invitation she quickly declined.
Shortly after the sunset, Jack left the Pearl and headed towards the pub. Before he entered the doors he could hear drunken singing and raucous laughter. As he got closer he was able to make out the words the men were singing.
We drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
Yes we drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
And If I sees a pretty girl, I'll sleep with her tonight!
Then we'll drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and drink and fight!
When Jack stepped inside the shabby pub, he caught a glimpse of Finn, mug of beer in hand, singing and dancing in a circle with the rest of the men. Jack fought to get to the bar and got a mug of rum, looking forward to being able to dance and sing with the rest of them after a few more drinks. After he finished one mug, the barkeep gave him another, and Jack began to take in the place.
It was dark and smelled a bit foul, but it was extremely clean; quite uncommon for the city in which it was located. The wood of the bars were chipped and all who sat there were in danger of terrible splinters. There was no plaster on the walls, only bricks and a bit of wood foundation. No floor had been laid either, just packed dirt. Despite the bleakness of the place, the people who drank at Kelly's seemed far happier than those who drank and Jack's usual favorite.
Deciding he was at last drunk enough to join in the festivities, Jack pushed through the rings of Irishmen to the boy. As Finn saw the pirate approaching he smiled in greeting and slowed his movements as to allow his captain to learn the steps to the jig easier. Jack happily slung one arm around Finn's shoulders and quickly learned the hops and leaps that comprised the dance. After spinning around with the lads for quite some time, Jack noticed a girl on the other side of Finn. She was shorter than most, and load of red hair and an impressive bust, a pixie face, and when her sea-foam eyes met Jack's chocolate stare, a flash of heat went straight through him to his loins. She smiled sweetly and turned away, dancing with another sailor. Finn caught Jack staring after her.
"That be Isabel, me own best friend. Known her since childhood I has." He stated proudly. Jack only nodded and continued gaping. Finn grinned, amused at the pirates awe.
"Now Cap'n, Izzy's only a woman. No need to act like ye never seen one before. Come on then we'll introduce ye to her." Finn grabbed Jack's upper arm and yanked him towards the bar and motioned for the girl to follow him.