Hey everyone! Well, I just wanted to say that this is my very first fic...so please be nice!! lol. I want to know your opinion on this chapter, and I wouldn't say no to a few ideas.. :p! Review!
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-blossomlite
Chapter 1 – Someone unexpected
Sam finished wiping the dirty table in the bar in which she worked, the "Faithful Bride", and with a sigh she let herself fall on a stool at the counter, putting down the grimy cloth. She put her head between her hands. It had been another long day, with more rum, more disgusting old men, and only God knows why. Sam had resisted the urge to slit the throats of at least a few dozen men who had tired to fondle her throughout the last weeks, but today it had become unbearable, so she had simply punched one so hard that he had stayed out cold for a few hours which, of course, had caused an uproar throughout the tavern. But after all, when isn't there much noise and fighting in the most famous Tortuga bar?!
Anyway, Sam's employer, a burly, savage looking man in his mid-forties, had immediately summoned her after her action and threatened to throw her out.
"I'm warnin' you, anymore violence wit' the customers and you'll find yerself on the streets!"
"Yeah, as if it could be worse than here! Sam responded angrily to Albert, the bar owner.
"It's bout time you started earnin' your keep you wench! From now on you gonna be givin' the men here more than just pints of rum! Somethin' like company! shouted back Albert.
Company. When Sam heard that word, she shivered with disgust. She had never wanted to reduce herself to the filthy work of whores. Her mother was one, and Sam really hated her. As far as she was concerned she wasn't family to her, her mother wanting her to do the same job as her, and then abandoning her when she refused.
Before Albert had left her to go back to her duties, he had said one last thing.
"There's a man over there in the corner, waitin' fer ye. You better not do anythin' wrong."
And then he left Sam, who was now fuming.
Slowly, and trying to calm herself down, Sam straightened her dress and made her way through the bar, to the table in the far corner. A man was seated there, partly hidden in the shadows. His feet were on the table and he was drinking a mug of rum. When he caught sight of her approaching, he swiftly took his feet off the table and leaned forward eagerly. Sam studied him for a moment. He was wearing a quite old-looking tri cornered hat over his brown dreadlocks, which were adorned with beads and other trinkets. His deep brown eyes were rimmed with kohl, making him look even more mysterious, and his face was handsome. Sam couldn't help but notice how good-looking he was.
Of all the bloody luck, it had to be a handsome one. He undoubtedly is a pirate. But he really is attractive. Shit, this is supposed to be for money, isn't it?
While she was debating in her head, the man in front of her had cocked his head to one side and chuckled silently, seeming to know what she was thinking.
"Well, well, lass, we don't have all day, do we?" He flashed a smile at her, revealing for a moment three gold teeth. "I suppose you have other people to...attend to." He winked at her.
"Not at all!" Sam replied angrily and looking flustered at the same time. As much as she hated to admit it, he was making her nervous, and she couldn't help but be attracted to him. She mentally reproached herself for it.
With a sigh, she lowered herself into his lap, facing him. He started kissing her on her neck while running his hands down her back, and Sam shuddered a little at his touch. She looked around at the other wenches in the bar to see how they were handling these sort of situations, and she saw them all looking quite at ease and they were kissing the men back while running their hands through their hair. Sam turned her head back to face the pirate, and she saw that he was staring at her. She unwillingly leaned her head forward in order to kiss him, but just as their lips were about to touch, he stopped her by putting his hand on her mouth. Sam opened her eyes a little surprised and alarmed, and she saw him looking at her, half amusedly, half searchingly.
"I see yer not very comfortable, lass," he said with a slight chuckle.
"Look here, mate," Sam responded defensively, "I don't usually lower myself to the level of a whore, that is to satisfy men's needs.
"Then why are ye here?" he simply asked.
"Well I do have to earn a living somehow! And I don't want to find myself on the streets..."
"What's yer name, luv?" he suddenly asked.
"Samantha, or Sam... if you want. What's yours?" She was curious, but in a way she seemed to know who he was.
The man got up, holding Sam's waist with one arm, searching in his pocket with his other hand. He extracted a few shillings which he put in her hand, closing it with his warm, gentle one.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
Well that's it! So, how'd you like it?!? Should I continue? Please review!! Thanx everyone.
