Xavantina and The Curse of The Black Pearl
Author: Xavantina
Rating: R for now.
Pairings: WT/JS and others…
Summary: Shameless Maeglin Yedi styled Mary Sue. Imagine waking up onboard the Black Pearl.
Disclaimer: Every single pirate, monkey, blacksmith and navy-guy belong to Gore Verbinski, Disney and some other people, I'm sure. Too bad, isn't it?
Warnings: Swearing. Slash. Stuff.
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Chapter 5: Fun in Tortuga
I sail into Tortuga less then amused. Not only have I been forced to sail this ship for over half a day, while Jack and Will have sex various place. I've also been forced to listen to them. And watch a single time. Not in a hot way, in a 'you can only see a little bit, and it's not enough'-way. At least I'll be able to write lots of slash when I get home. Will/Jack in the captain's cabin. Will/Jack below deck. Will/Jack up against the foremast. Will/Jack... I miss company that doesn't do it like bunnies.
"Ye not gonna wear tha', are you?"
I manage to drop the anchor, and give Jack a searching look, "What do you mean exactly?"
Jack grins, "I mean, love, that you might wanna dress a little less..." he pauses, eyeing me up and down.
"Like a pirate male?" I enquire, putting my hands on my hip in a hostile gesture.
It doesn't affect Jack's mood or opinion though, "Aye, exactly."
"Too bad." I walk past him with my nose pointing high, "I'm not gonna dress like the rest of the females on this rock."
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I think I want the other dress back. This one smells of things that I don't want to smell of. And it's just as tight and even more slutty. And it's green. Green is not my colour. I'm an autumn person, it goes with my hair. And when speaking of my hair, I wonder if the henna-red colour has anything to do with the number of men who have tried to feel me up already. If so, I'll pay lots for some black hair dye right now.
Jack promised me that I could change back to my pirate outfit tomorrow. Something about attracting unwanted attention. When he puts it like that, I can't really argue. Well, I did anyway, but when Jack ends a sentence with 'Savvy' what is there to do? And honestly, people would notice me more if I were to run around in my Barbossa getup. Not that I can remember anyone who could be in Tortuga right now, that we don't want to notice us. But I'm tired of arguing, so here I am. In a dress we stole from a whore. Wonder if I can sink any lower.
Watching Jack getting bitch-slapped is vaguely amusing, but I politely refuse to go in the pigsty to get Gibbs. No thank you. I hate pigs. For someone who grew up in the country and visited my grandmother, who had a whole farm filled with them, twice a week, I hate pigs surprisingly much. It's the smell. And as Gibbs comes out with Jack and Will, I mentally remark the he could use several more buckets of water to remove said pig-smell. Pintel smells better them this, for crying out loud.
"Miss Smith," Jack comments offhandedly, gesturing at me. Maybe I should inform the good guys of my real name? Nah, what does it matter? That I trust pirates more... Moving on!
Gibbs eyes me up and down suspiciously, "Jack, is it wise to buy pleasurable company for this?"
I blink a few times before the message sinks in. "Prick!" I sneer, both at Gibbs and Jack for the matter. The latter is trying to hide his grin less then successfully. "I'm not a whore, no matter what outfit I'm forced into."
"Honest mistake," Jack leers, throwing an arm around my shoulder and guiding me along. "No reason to make a scene, love."
I wanna kick him, but I figure that would qualify as 'making a scene'.
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The air in the bar is heavy, just like the noise. I can't help but flinch every time a gun is fired, because clearly, you never know if you're going to be shot in here. But still, I manage to focus on the thing that annoys me the most.
"Why does everything in this damn movie smell?"
Will looks confused, "Mo...vy?"
I mentally smack myself, "I meant, eh, country." Jack comes walking calmly through the hordes of fighting, shooting and shagging people, and gives me a glass of rum, "Figured you needed it," he says, then adds to Will, "Keep a sharp eye. And watch her." He nods down at me and I sneer a bit. Jack ignores the gesture and strides over to Gibbs. I'm not bothered that he wants me out of the conversation, I'd rather stay close to Will and his sword anyway... Jack has a sword too though...
"I don't know," Will answers, to my previous question.
I take a sip of my rum. Tastes worse then the one on The Pearl. Or maybe I just repressed that taste. "I wouldn't be able to stand living a place like this," I remark, taking a deep breath and then a deep drink. And burp.
Will eyes me in a disdainful way, "You are less than a lady."
"Why, thank you." I don't like to snap at him, but I'm not in a very good mood. I lean casually in direction of Jack and Gibbs, and try to catch some of their conversation. Just for kicks, because to be honest I always fast-forward over this part.
It's hard to hear their conversation with all the background noise. The skinny, but cute, little whore has approached Will while I was trying to eavesdrop, and he is shifting in my direction nervously.
"Buzz off, pip-squeak, he's taken," I state venomously. She glares at me with a slight pout, then scampers off. At Will's questioning look, I add, "No need to tell her I'm not the one who did the taking." When he blushes scarlet, I smirk and drain my rum.
That when we hear someone say 'leverage'. Will goes all mope-face, but I happily overhear everything said beyond that. This place is feeling better by the minute. Nice rum.
I wonder what it is that makes Will go all macho and defensive, knocking over tables and pulling out his sword. But it's kinda embarrassing.
"A bit of a stick, isn't he?"
I stride over to Jack and Gibbs, nodding, "You have no idea," I say simultaneously with Jack. Both of the pirates gawk at me, but I feel too amused to care. I sit down in the chair next to Jack, take his cup and drain the final bit of rum that's in it. "So, Captain, when's dinner?" We didn't have what I would call a meal yesterday, because frankly the Interceptor wasn't all that loaded with food, like The Pearl was. I miss Nipperkin's mashed potatoes.
"I 'poss we'll 'ave to get a room then." Jack sounds grumpy. Bet he hoped we could go without food for another day. I'll show him.
"Will?"
William comes over, fidgeting with his sword and looking embarrassed. The poor dear. "Don't worry, sweety, it's perfectly natural for you to be nervous here," I comfort him quickly, "Are you just as hungry as I am?"
He looks at Jack momentarily, then back at me, "Why?"
"Jack sounds like he thinks dinner is a bad thing," I whisper, while keeping my face deadly serious. "Or he's pissed I drank the last of his rum," I add, smirking.
"That's it," Jack declares, standing up, "I'll get a room and food. But only for one night, savvy?"
I salute him and get up too, "Aye, Captain. I want my steak medium, 'k?"
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Maybe we should have stayed on the Interceptor. I could have called the captain's cabin. I bet the madras is better then this one. The walls in this place are paper-thin, and I'm pretty sure this is a whore-house, more than it is a hotel. I'd gladly have to listen to Jack and Will, rather then various whores and their customers. Because every single person I've seen on this rock is ugly. And it's better to listen to attractive people having sex, because you are bound to imagine what they are doing, visually. And I don't do ugly people, no pun intended. Well, they don't have to be super models, just cute maybe.
The food was horrible. Tasted like old shoes put in a cauldron and then boiled for half a year. Can't believe Jack would refer to it as soup.
Speaking of the Devil, he hasn't come back yet. Said he was going out for a drink. Will has dosed off, but I'm trying to stay awake for a bit. But I don't know how long Jack usually stays out drinking. Oh yeah, another thing. There was only one room, so we're all sharing. Hopefully Will is going to pull the 'I have a headache'-card when Jack comes back. I don't want to be in the same room, that will be the thing that makes me jump off a bridge. Unless they leave the lights on.
I would guess it was around three. I close my eyes for some time, but swear to stay awake. When suddenly there's a gunshot. And a small hole appears in the wall closest to me, about a foot from my head. Light streams through it, and I notice that it hits another hole on the other side off the room. Right above Will.
He has woken up, that's for sure. There's another shot, and this one sounds noisier. Because I'm fully awake maybe? It comes through the wall a bit above my middle. And I'm scared now. Not 'pirates are going to kill me' scared. Really scared out of my wits. Scared to a degree where I can feel my eyes pricking and tears forming, "Will?" I choke out.
"Yes?" He sounds shaken, but trying to remain calm.
Without another word I scramble quickly out of my bed, falling over my boots. I make my way to his side of the room and crawl into his bed. Luckily he doesn't seem to mind. As I curl into a ball and lean up against him, he places an arm around my shoulder. He squeezes me reassuringly. I sniffle pathetically, and bury my face in his chest, "I'm scared."
Will pets my hair carefully, uncertainly. Like he doesn't know what to do, "I'm scared too," he confesses, stroking my cheek once.
"I wanna go home," I mutter, taking a ragged breath.
"Me too." Will sighs and rests his chin on top of my head. This feels nice. And when I think about it, I'm actually happy that I have no shot at Will. I won't screw up any romantic possibilities. And in addition to that, this proves that Will doesn't hate me. And I'm starting to like the whelp. In a friendly way. Go me! Somewhere along the line, I stop being terrified. Will's steady heartbeat and breathing is slowly lulling me to sleep. He doesn't smell as bad as the pirates.
