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The next morning Izzy woke early. She had slept through the entire night, a scarcity since she arrived at Tortuga over ten years ago. She had always been too afraid a drunken pirate would break into her room above the pub.
She got out of bed and padded across the creaky wood floor to the porcelain bowl on a rickety old chest. Her mother had given the bowl and pitcher to her before she left, and Izzy cherished it. She filled it with cool water from the pitcher and began washing her face. She looked up into the dingy mirror and smiled at herself, happy to be returning home after so long. Izzy studied her reflection for some time, contemplating her alabaster skin, the smattering of freckled on her nose. She didn't really look much different from any of the other Irish girl's, she thought bitterly. Twas the only good thing about Tortugas - no one else looked like her. Izzy could easily cope with not being stunning and gorgeous; this way less men at the pub would be attracted to her.
Eventually she began getting ready to set sail. She lined her eyes slightly with a chestnut-colored pencil, and applied a hint of blusher. She didn't comb her auburn locks in fear of destroying the perfect curls that had formed, and she decided to leave her hair down around her shoulders rather than putting it up. After debating whether or not to wear a dress or men's clothing, she changed into a pair of trousers and a shirt that laced up the front. Underneath she still wore her corset, simply out of habit.
She quietly climbed down the stair into the bar section of the pub, trying not to wake the sleeping pirates. Finnegan was waiting for her just outside the doorway. "Milady" he said with a small smile, bowing slightly.
"Will you bring me trunk down?" she asked him.
"Nay, someone from the Pearl'll do it." The two linked arms and walked down towards the docks.
Once they boarded the Pearl, Finn asked a few of the crew to go to the pub and collect Izzy's things, and Izzy took in the sight of the ship. It was magnificent, with dark gleaming wood and full sails. She reached her hand out and touched the wood. It was still cool from the night air and it was smoother than any of the wood at the pub. It reminded her of the marble staircases in her old home. Her fingertips lingered on the railing as she slowly turned around and met the eyes of Jack Sparrow. Although he was across the helm from her, she was frozen in her tracks from his deep gaze. He smiled cheerfully and walked towards her. I supposed that swaggering and swaying is from being drunk, Izzy thought to herself. Could he really still be drunk from last night?
"How are ye, poppet? Good nights sleep?" Jack asked, slinging his arm around her shoulders and guiding her across the deck.
"Aye," she said carefully, watching him from the corner of her eye. He brought her to the center of the deck and all the other men surrounded them. Izzy spotted her trunks near a doorway to a cabin.
Jack cleared his throat and announced, "This be Isabel. She's accompanying us to Ireland. I can't stop any of ye from thinking naughty thoughts about the lass, but remember the code. 'If at anytime ye meet a prudent woman, and ye offers to meddle with her, without consent, ye'll meet present death.'" And with that Jack left her and went to give Gibbs navigational instructions. The pirates said their hellos and left to finish their work. Finn approached Izzy and said,
"They're really quite polite, as far as pirates go, aye?"
"Aye." Izzy laughed. "Finn, if I be sleepin with the rest o' the crew, where will we put my things?"
Finn shook his head, "I don't believe ye'll be sleepin down with us. Most likely ye'll be bedding with Ana Maria, seein as yer both ladies. Or perhaps Cap'n will let ye stay in his own cabin." He winked and walked away.
Izzy explored the ship, talking to the crew and helping them with their duties. She found herself in the galley near noon and helped serve the men their lunches. And mid-afternoon Jack found her still there helping the cook clean up and asking about the different foods and ingredients he had posted throughout the kitchen. When the pirate walked in, Izzy turned towards him and asked him where she'd be sleeping that night. Jack shrugged.
"Suppose if ye asked 'er nicely Ana Maria might lend ye a piece o' her bed."
"Finn said so too. Who is she?" Izzy asked.
"She be the only woman besides yerself on board, lassie, twon't be hard for ye to spot her." Jack replied and Izzy left the galley to search for her.
Izzy was momentarily blinded by the sunlight as she stepped out onto the deck of the Pearl, and searched for Ana Maria. She saw a dark-skinned woman at the helm, long black hair fluttering behind her in the wind. She's really quite pretty, Izzy mused, and went to introduce herself.
Izzy stepped up to speak to Ana Maria just as a pirate walked by and grabbed her bottom, snickering. Izzy spun around and shouted at him, "Try that with your wife and children, ye bastard, and see how they like it!"
Ana Maria chuckled. "Don't even bother with the threats, luv," the woman advised her. "It amuses them, gives 'em all the more reason grope."
"Aye," Izzy said, looking at her feet. "There be only two types o' men in my opinion. Pigs n dogs. Its been my experience to just not bother with 'em."
Ana Maria snorted. "Amen to that." She took her eyes off the horizon and looked at Izzy, noting how her first impression of the girl had been off. She first believed Izzy was just another whore to keep Jack company, but Ana Maria saw something else in her face; a sort of indignant attitude about the world in general. An attitude not often found in people who sell themselves. "Jack says ye be needin' a place to sleep. I suppose ye might be welcome in me cabin." She said it carefully, to let the girl know that if she decided she wasn't too fond of her, Izzy would have to find another place to sleep.
Izzy smiled gratefully. "I appreciate it."
a/n: do us a favor and review it, luv
The next morning Izzy woke early. She had slept through the entire night, a scarcity since she arrived at Tortuga over ten years ago. She had always been too afraid a drunken pirate would break into her room above the pub.
She got out of bed and padded across the creaky wood floor to the porcelain bowl on a rickety old chest. Her mother had given the bowl and pitcher to her before she left, and Izzy cherished it. She filled it with cool water from the pitcher and began washing her face. She looked up into the dingy mirror and smiled at herself, happy to be returning home after so long. Izzy studied her reflection for some time, contemplating her alabaster skin, the smattering of freckled on her nose. She didn't really look much different from any of the other Irish girl's, she thought bitterly. Twas the only good thing about Tortugas - no one else looked like her. Izzy could easily cope with not being stunning and gorgeous; this way less men at the pub would be attracted to her.
Eventually she began getting ready to set sail. She lined her eyes slightly with a chestnut-colored pencil, and applied a hint of blusher. She didn't comb her auburn locks in fear of destroying the perfect curls that had formed, and she decided to leave her hair down around her shoulders rather than putting it up. After debating whether or not to wear a dress or men's clothing, she changed into a pair of trousers and a shirt that laced up the front. Underneath she still wore her corset, simply out of habit.
She quietly climbed down the stair into the bar section of the pub, trying not to wake the sleeping pirates. Finnegan was waiting for her just outside the doorway. "Milady" he said with a small smile, bowing slightly.
"Will you bring me trunk down?" she asked him.
"Nay, someone from the Pearl'll do it." The two linked arms and walked down towards the docks.
Once they boarded the Pearl, Finn asked a few of the crew to go to the pub and collect Izzy's things, and Izzy took in the sight of the ship. It was magnificent, with dark gleaming wood and full sails. She reached her hand out and touched the wood. It was still cool from the night air and it was smoother than any of the wood at the pub. It reminded her of the marble staircases in her old home. Her fingertips lingered on the railing as she slowly turned around and met the eyes of Jack Sparrow. Although he was across the helm from her, she was frozen in her tracks from his deep gaze. He smiled cheerfully and walked towards her. I supposed that swaggering and swaying is from being drunk, Izzy thought to herself. Could he really still be drunk from last night?
"How are ye, poppet? Good nights sleep?" Jack asked, slinging his arm around her shoulders and guiding her across the deck.
"Aye," she said carefully, watching him from the corner of her eye. He brought her to the center of the deck and all the other men surrounded them. Izzy spotted her trunks near a doorway to a cabin.
Jack cleared his throat and announced, "This be Isabel. She's accompanying us to Ireland. I can't stop any of ye from thinking naughty thoughts about the lass, but remember the code. 'If at anytime ye meet a prudent woman, and ye offers to meddle with her, without consent, ye'll meet present death.'" And with that Jack left her and went to give Gibbs navigational instructions. The pirates said their hellos and left to finish their work. Finn approached Izzy and said,
"They're really quite polite, as far as pirates go, aye?"
"Aye." Izzy laughed. "Finn, if I be sleepin with the rest o' the crew, where will we put my things?"
Finn shook his head, "I don't believe ye'll be sleepin down with us. Most likely ye'll be bedding with Ana Maria, seein as yer both ladies. Or perhaps Cap'n will let ye stay in his own cabin." He winked and walked away.
Izzy explored the ship, talking to the crew and helping them with their duties. She found herself in the galley near noon and helped serve the men their lunches. And mid-afternoon Jack found her still there helping the cook clean up and asking about the different foods and ingredients he had posted throughout the kitchen. When the pirate walked in, Izzy turned towards him and asked him where she'd be sleeping that night. Jack shrugged.
"Suppose if ye asked 'er nicely Ana Maria might lend ye a piece o' her bed."
"Finn said so too. Who is she?" Izzy asked.
"She be the only woman besides yerself on board, lassie, twon't be hard for ye to spot her." Jack replied and Izzy left the galley to search for her.
Izzy was momentarily blinded by the sunlight as she stepped out onto the deck of the Pearl, and searched for Ana Maria. She saw a dark-skinned woman at the helm, long black hair fluttering behind her in the wind. She's really quite pretty, Izzy mused, and went to introduce herself.
Izzy stepped up to speak to Ana Maria just as a pirate walked by and grabbed her bottom, snickering. Izzy spun around and shouted at him, "Try that with your wife and children, ye bastard, and see how they like it!"
Ana Maria chuckled. "Don't even bother with the threats, luv," the woman advised her. "It amuses them, gives 'em all the more reason grope."
"Aye," Izzy said, looking at her feet. "There be only two types o' men in my opinion. Pigs n dogs. Its been my experience to just not bother with 'em."
Ana Maria snorted. "Amen to that." She took her eyes off the horizon and looked at Izzy, noting how her first impression of the girl had been off. She first believed Izzy was just another whore to keep Jack company, but Ana Maria saw something else in her face; a sort of indignant attitude about the world in general. An attitude not often found in people who sell themselves. "Jack says ye be needin' a place to sleep. I suppose ye might be welcome in me cabin." She said it carefully, to let the girl know that if she decided she wasn't too fond of her, Izzy would have to find another place to sleep.
Izzy smiled gratefully. "I appreciate it."