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Chapter 4 - Oooh…Rum…
"Apparently she's gone missing," Jonathan Carlynton sympathetically explained. "That maid of hers says shes gone off to a pirate ship! How absurd!"
"Not very, Sir," Commedore Norrington replied, fiddling with a compass at his desk. "But we can't very well take the Dauntless out for your search, Sir, she's the only decent ship we have left in Port Royal."
"But what about the Interceptor?" Jonathan asked again. He had only just returned from the East Indies and was unaware of its fate.
"She was sunk by the same pirate ship that was here last night, Sir. The Dauntless in the only ship left in the port that doesn't specialize in fishery. I'm sorry, Sir, but we will need that ship for other duties."
Jonathan studied his fingernails and then pulled out a small bag and tossed it to the Commedore. Norrington immediately untied the string and revealed several golden coins.
"Sir, I just couldn't except this," the Commedore studdered.
"I want my daugther found, Commedore. And wouldn't you want to track down this 'pirate' ship, perhaps this ship that recently raided Port Royal is the same ship my Victoria is on…and what with you being her betrothed and all…"
The Commedore immediately remembered Victoria: her quiet beauty and saucy personality.
"I will send Naval troops to the Dauntless this night. We shall set sail by morning. Would you like to accompany us, Sir?"
"Why, yes, I would love to see the look on my daughter's face."
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A loud knock on the door awoke Victoria from her slumber. She pinched her eyes shut and turned her face into her pillow, praying it wasn't the Captain. Remembering the show he had gotten the night before, she punched her pillow in anger and disgust.
"Vicky? It's me! Wake up, we're almost near the island!" Victoria sighed, recognizing Elizabeth's mellow voice instantly.
She rose and immediately dressed. She attempted to comb her hair but changed her mind and left the cabin. Elizabeth was standing outside looking out to a small, green island the ship was approaching.
"Where are we going?" Victoria asked as she became mesmerized by the fertile, jade island as well.
"That is Tortuga. Looks beautiful from this side doesn't it? Believe me, it's a pirate's dream, not a woman's."
"What do you mean?"
"It's just full of taverns and bars and prostitutes and whores. Not a place you would see a respectable young lady, such as ourselves."
"Oh. Will you being staying on the ship, then?"
"Yes. Will and I have plans for tonight."
"Ohhhh…" Victoria grinned and winked at her friend. "Well, is there any food left from this first light?"
"I think there's still some fish left in the galley," Elizabeth replied.
As Victoria turned, she ran smack dab into the Captian himself.
"Oh, excuse me; g'mornin' luv!" Jack said as he tipped his three-cornered hat to her.
She pushed passed him, once again very annoyed with this man. As she continued to walk the other direction, he turned quickly on his heel, holding his index finger up at his chin, and walking in her direction. Elizabeth watched and continued to be amused by this.
"Oh, and yes, luv, I wanted to run some things by you, if I may say," Jack said, talking with his hands for elaboration, walking Victoria's exact pace.
"Yes?" she replied as she continued to walk, not daring to look at him.
"Well, I mean, about last night, luv."
"What about it?"
Noticing that Jack had stopped walking, Victoria did as well, turning to look at what he would say next.
"Only two other women, who both happen to be on this ship, fancy that, have ever turned down an offer from the infamous Jack Sparrow," he grinned at her, while she shuddered in disgust.
"Honestly! You really think that I would do something, so, so, indecent! I am, or, I was, to be married, and I firmly belive that nothing of those sorts should go on before one's wedding night!"
"Really, luv, ya don't say. I saw enough for a wedding night, savvy? So it would only be fair as to…" He smiled again, revealing that hideous gold tooth Victoria hated so much.
"Arrgh!" she growled, throwing her hands at her sides. "You are insufferable!"
Victoria turned and practically ran away from him on deck, leaving Jack's sight after only a split second. He chuckled to himself lightly until he heard the sound of a tapping foot by his side.
He turned to see Elizabeth, her arms crossed and looking as if she were about to murder him.
"'Ello, luv," he quickly said.
"Where do you get off saying that to her, you pig!" Elizabeth shouted at him.
"Oh, Elizabeth, come on! You know I'm just teasing, savvy?"
"No, Jack, NOT savvy! That was rude and uncalled for!"
Elizabeth stood there for a minute, glaring at him, and Jack actually getting a little frightened.
"Please don't slap me…please," Jack prayed under his breath.
However he was too late. Elizabeth's hand slid across his cheek before he could say anything else.
"Not sure I deserved that…"
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The ship docked at Tortuga's small port only a few hours later. Victoria contemplated going and seeing the small island, but felt that staying on board was best. As she was organizing her few possessions that she had in her cabin, there was a knock at the door. Before she could answer, the door swung open.
"Are you comin' to town?" Anamaria asked as she stepped into the candlelit room.
"Well, I want to," Victoria explained, "but I don't want to walk around by myself without knowing my way around."
"Oh, damnit all right, you can tag along with me," Anamaria sighed. "Get ready, we'll probably go to the tavern for a few drinks."
"Yes, definitely, I'll be ready in a moment."
Anamaria raised her eyebrows and quickly shut the door.
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Will was sprawled on the bed, reading a novel they had picked up in Port Royal. Most of the crew was going into Tortuga for the night, but he decided that he and Elizabeth and Victoria could man the ship for the night, making sure know one thought of making off with it.
The door opened, and Elizabeth sauntered up to Will. He smiled, tossing the book into the corner of the cabin. She bent down to him and gave him a quick kiss.
"Oh, darling," she told him. "This past week has just been so wonderful for me. I want you to have that same feeling."
Will stood, holding Elizabeth in his arms.
"We've got the whole ship," he said.
"And the time," she replied.
"Why go into Tortuga,"
"When we can stay here?" she grinned, and then proceeded to playfully push him down onto the bed. He laughed, and as she turned, he grabbed her by the waist and pulled Elizabeth down with him.
They laughed and kissed, and then it began.
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The gangplank had been laid out for five minutes, and the Captian and first mate were already to be found. Everyone assumed they would be at their favorite tavern, and sure enough they were.
"So, Jack," Gibbs said. "That Victoria, nice gal."
"Very," he replied as he sipped his rum.
"I'm not daft, lad; I see whats-"
"What are you suggesting, sailor? I am not about to tell you of my tales of love 'n lust. Nor does it exist on the Pearl other than with dear William and his wify."
"Fine, fine, there be her now," Gibbs replied as his turned his glass towards the bar.
Jack raised his eyes to the bar, spotting Anamaria sitting next to another fine woman on the stool to her left.
He pretended to ignore her but couldn't take his eyes off of her. He did listen to her speak, though.
"I'll have a large rum, sir," she politely asked.
Anamaria turned to her, whispering.
"Are you sure?"
"Why not?" Victoria said, smiling. The drink was passed to her, followed by about four more in the course of an hour.
Jack and Gibbs both continued to watch and drink. They hadn't spoken to each other either. Jack was disappointed in his first mate; he had grown softer, maybe because he had grown older. His thoughts of his ship quickly shifted to the whore in the corner, he recognized her. Standing up, he began to make his way towards her.
She smiled and winked, tossing her red curls at him.
"Scarlet!"
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The candle burnt low, the flames making shadows dance about the dark cabin. The few porthole windows shone moonlight into the shadowy room. A mixture of clothing and sheets were laying along the floorboards while Elizabeth and Will were close to falling asleep.
After a night of lovemaking, the couple was truly exhausted.
Will's eyes fluttered open to look at his sleeping Elizabeth. He watched her chest rise and fall, counting every eyelash and attempting to memorize her latent form. He leaned over and kissed her petal soft lips. Smiling, he turned over and blew out the last candle, truly acknowledging the Black Pearl's name.
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