I still do not own POTC
The sun beat down heavily upon Jack as he stood at the wheel. He had undone half the buttons on his shirt and was wafting himself with his hat. He held his head high as he sailed into Port Royal, ignoring the odd looks he was attracting and docked. The crew walked along the jetty and parted their separate ways, all heading for a tavern. Victoria stood silently watching Jack who appeared not to notice her. She cleared her throat and he turned around.
"You still here love?" he said.
"What can I do?" she asked.
"Whatever you like" he replied.
He saw her face and sighed "here" he handed her a pouch of coins "go buy yourself something"
She smiled "thanks Jack" she said wrapping her arms around him.
"Hey, not in front of the locals" he said, squirming out of her grip.
"See you later Jack" she said and pecked him on the cheek.
Jack watched her go until she disappeared then he stepped back onto the ship. The door to Victoria's room had been left open; Jack went over to close it. He glanced around quickly and noticed the flowers; they looked as fresh as the day he bought them. He went over and looked at them more closely; not a single petal was brown. Jack shook his head; the flowers had just perked up by themselves. But for safe measures he decided to have a drink.
Victoria wandered around the market admiring the jewellery one stall had to offer.
"You want yes?" asked the small old lady tending the stall.
"Well, I was just l…." Victoria began.
"Try this" the woman said, picking up a gold and shell necklace and putting it around Victoria's neck.
"Look" she said, holding up a small mirror.
Victoria looked at herself, her hand reached to her neck and she fingered the necklace.
"One doubloon, cheap yes?" the woman asked, holding out her hand.
Victoria put her hand into her pocket and took out a doubloon. The woman took it and quickly put it into a pouch on her apron. Victoria walked away, her hand still clasped around the necklace. Her hand brushed against the small gold chain that had hung around her neck for so long, a present from her father many years ago.
Suddenly, she heard music and laughter; she walked around the corner to see a big crowd watching a performer.
"For my next trick" he called "I shall need a volunteer"
He looked over the crowd.
"You miss!" he pointed.
Victoria looked around "me?"
He nodded "come up here"
She squeezed through the crowd and clambered on stage.
"Now ladies and gentlemen, I will now make this necklace disappear!"
The crowd clapped.
"Can't you make something else disappear?" asked Victoria.
"Just let me have the necklace" he growled.
Reluctantly, she took off the gold necklace and handed it to him.
He held it up to the audience "Can you tap my hand for me?" he said, cupping his hands over it.
She tapped his hands, feeling stupid. He held his hands up again, there was nothing there. The crowd clapped and cheered.
"Can you get offstage now?" he said.
"Can I have my necklace back?" she asked.
"What necklace?" he shrugged.
Victoria drew her sword and held it to is neck, the crowd gasped.
"Give me back my god damn necklace" she hissed.
"H...here" he stuttered, handing it to her.
"Thanks" she said, yanking it out of his hand. She put her sword back and turned away, straight into the face of three Royal Navy soldiers.
"Is this woman bothering you?" asked a man wearing a white wig.
"No Commodore, just part of the act" the man replied, gesturing to the crowd.
"Hmmm, one of Jack's crew I presume?" the Commodore said, turning Victoria's face left and right.
"That's right, and who might you be?" she asked, jerking her head out of his grip.
"Commodore Norrington, so I'd watch my mouth if I were you" he answered "You look awfully familiar, have we met before?"
"I think we have, I'm sure I remember seeing you wandering round before, oh that's right, you were one of those flea-bitten dogs" she sneered.
"Congratulations miss" he said "you've just earned yourself a night in jail"
Victoria kicked the wall and sat down, the damp of the wall seeped through her shirt. She turned her head and saw writing on the wall. She moved closer and read it.
The angel will save us' it said.
Victoria rolled her eyes "yeah right"
She sat back and began singing quietly to herself. After a few minutes she heard scuffling, she squinted into the darkness but saw nothing and continued singing.
The door leading to the prison cells opened and two figures walked down the stairs.
"Its you!" said a voice from one of the cells.
"What?" Victoria replied.
A frail old man emerged from the darkness, he had white hair and an eye patch.
"Angel" he breathed.
Commodore Norrington and Jack appeared.
"What's all the commotion about?" the Commodore asked.
"Its the angel! She's the angel! Look!" Said he old man excitedly
"Who? This one? She's nothing more than a pirate so pipe down" the Commodore replied, unlocking the door to Victoria's cell.
"You're free to go"
"But you said I was in for the night" she said.
"Mr Sparrow has bailed you out" he replied.
She looked at Jack and he winked at her.
"I'll take it from here Commodore" he said, his voice a little slurred.
"Alright Sparrow but remember out little meeting" Commodore Norrington said.
"Aye, I remember, keep yer wig on"
"Good, because you know what'll happen if you don't show"
Jack looked at Victoria, who clearly wasn't paying attention.
"Aye, I'll be there" he replied with a heavy heart.