Ok, I decided this would be the last new story for a while, and after I finish this one, I will work on all of the sequals and such. Then I will procede to write whatever catches my fancy! ;)
Chapter one: This is Jezebel
I sat at a table in the corner of the most greasest bar ever. My head was bowed and my tricorner had I had knicked off a merchants cart in London was low over my forehead, preventing anyone from seeing my whole face. I was staring down into my mug of ale trying to be as inconspicuos as possible. Thats what you have to do if your on the run. I was listening to my neighbors converstation with the owner of the bar.
"Did ye hear about tha' lass who escaped the brig of a ship headed to Australia, evaded capture from the men in arms in London, and is currently on the run for a crime, and no one knows what it is?" The owner, a fat and sweaty man asked what looked like a pirate.
"Nah. Was her name?" The pirate asked.
"Dunno. Heard she calls herself Jezebel." I jumped, sloshing the ale down my front. They were talking about me. "She came from a pretty well known family. But they are disgrased. Even they wont say wha' her name was. But no one has been able to capture her since she ascaped the convict ship for Australia." The pirate laughed.
"Now tha's my type a woman." He said. I rolled my eyes. "Wha' she look like?"
"Once again, dunno. Some say she has long curly red hair, green eyes. Well if tha' be the case, then she mus' be Irish, righ'? But others say she has straight brown hair, and brown eyes. More German, or something...But then I heard one person say he saw her and she ha' light blonde hair and blue eyes...Sounds English?" The pirate shook his head, giving a toothy smirk.
"I bet no ones saw 'er." He said, taking a drink from his mug. "She probably doesn't exist." I made an indignant sound in the back of my throat. The pirate heard it, and looked around. I sat perfectly still. He looked away, and I pretended to be interested in the tattoo on my arm. I had accuired it in Singapore. It was a heart with a crown around it, and three swords piercing the heart. It was a pagan card symbol...The three of swords.
"Well, Jack. I have ta get goin." The owner said, grunting as he gto up from his chair. "Tis gettin late, and me woman gets niffed if I stay down here too long." I almost snorted at that comment. The owner shook the man named Jack's hand and wattled away. The pirate then looked over at me.
"You know, you should be grateful that I didn' say anythin to tha man." He said in a low voice, leaning over to me.
"So? I have evaded capture time and again, I could do it once more." The man raises an eyebrow.
"Is that a dare? Or a double dare?"
"Your on." I said in a husky whisper. We sat there for a moment, staring each other down. Sizing each other up.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." He said at last, extending a hand. I just looked at it.
"Pleased," I said, giving a small smile. "Jezebel."
Sparrow shook his head. "I want yer real name."
"That is my name."
"No its not. Its a branding, a label. But whatever. So, Jezzy." I raised my eyebrow at that nickname. "Where are you headed to next?"
"Im not gunna tell you. I dont tell anyone my plans. Maybe I'll be a vicar."
"You have to be a man."
"I know that." He studied me for a moment, head tilted to one side.
"Take off yer hat."
"Nope. No can do." He sighed.
"Where do you plan to go?" He asked again.
"I told you. Im not telling you."
"No," He said impatiently. "I mean, I could probably take you there. I have nothing else to do at the moment, and me crew is gettin restless." I considered the offer for a moment.
"Why do you want to help me?" I questioned, taking a sip from my drink.
"Why not? I know what its like to be on the run constantly, and how its nice to have a hand every now and then." I furrowed my brow, trying to think if this was a trick. But no matter. Even if it was, I would be able to escape again.
"Sure. Whatever." I said flippantly.
"OK then. So, where do you want to go?" I sat there. No one had ever asked me that question. They always just tried to make me do what they wanted me to do.
"I dunno. Hmm." I thought around. "I know! I would like to go to India." He laughed.
"India, eh? I think we could do that. Even if it is halfway across the world." He got up. "Come on then, runaway." I stood up also, downed the rest of my drink and followed him out. I heard the bartender shouting something about not paying the tab. I ignored him, and continued to follow Sparrow. We walked for what seemed like an eternity until we go to the docks.
"We are to board the ship already?" I asked, a bit alarmed.
"Of course. Cant stay here too long, especially because of that bartender. I may know the owner, but he doesn't like to be cheated outa money." I made an 'o' shape with my mouth as we climbed the gangplank up onto a massive black ship. While he was leading me to my soon to be room, I asked:
"How long have you been a pirate?" He paused for a moment, then continued his odd gait.
"Fer as long as I can remember. And what of you?"
"Oh, this is my first time being a pirate. I like to try out different things. Who knows, maybe when I'm in India, I could be courtesan."
"I thought courtesans were French..." Jack said, stopping outside of a door, three stairways down from the main deck.
"No, they came from India...the French, like always, stole it." Jack laughed apreciately, and threw open the door. I grimaced. The cabin was a mess. And it smelled funny to boot.
"Is there a loo?" I asked, seeing that there was no other door leading from the cabin.
"Its over there." He was pointing to a bucket.
"Ewwww." I moaned.
"Well, Im sorry if it inconviences you, but this is all I have. I'm sure you can add a...womans touch." I sighed, screwing my face up at the smell.
"Why does it smell so bad?" I complained.
"Pirates." Jack said simply. "Anyways. We are to set sail tomorrow morning at dawn. I hope you have a strong stomach. Good night." With that he turned and walked up the steps, and most likely to his nice cozy captains' quarters. Thinking fast, I grabbed up the blankets from the bed, and ran up the stairs onto the deck. I found a small nich by the main mast, and proceded to make up a pallet. I settled down into the somewhat smelly blankets and closed my eyes on what seemed like a surreal day.