By Kitty =^.^=
Category: Pirates of the Caribbean
Genre: Romance/Action Adventure/Angst/Humour
Summary: Jack meets up with a childhood friend. And, wait... She's a pirate too? A pirate CAPTAIN? With her own fleet?! And now she's going to try and catch up with the Black Pearl. Interesting name for a ship when her name happens to be... well, anyway... "We're going to pay Jack Sparrow a little visit, savvy?" Then Jack remembers how he felt about her and why he had to leave her. (This is sometimes an introspective look at Jack's past.)
A/N: Ah, another day, another set of dumbfounded readers. Excellent! Ok, 'nuff-uh-at!! o_O* 'Tis new chapter!! Review of last time: Jack and Lela are both trying to be crafty and find out if the other likes them. -_-; stupid kids, just ASK!! Fortunately Jack can't take it anymore and basically asks Lela straight out. Then (yay!) they kiss. But then... Bum bum bum!! Jack wakes up and I say something about 7 years ago...
THE APRIL FOOL: What's up with that?! rim shot
You don't know do you??!! So you must read to find out, mwa HA! ........................ Don't try and understand how I think. taps head You try and figure out what's goin' on up there, you'll go nuts trying to comprehend it. Now onto the story!! skips off merrily to the computer La la, lalalaaa...
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With an audible growl, Jack tossed the rum bottle onto the wooden floor. Clank, and it rolled along the ground, spinning toward the wall of the cabin as the ship swayed on the sea. Jack panted heavily as he swiped a hand across his forehead, the beads of sweat gathering to the back of his hand. He looked around, and quickly regretted it as his head swam with ache and disorientation. What had gotten him to start drinking so much? "And where the hell are we?" he muttered.
Throwing back the warm covers that covered his bed Jack shivered as he felt the cool night air rush over his exposed skin and shakily walked over to the window, zigzagging across the floor. In the back of his mind, Jack thought he heard someone call his name but shrugged it off as the rum making him hallucinate. He threw open the shutter and stuck his head out. Salty air met his nose and the spray of seawater from below cleared his head a little. Raising his eyes, Jack glanced to his right and saw lights and shabby houses. He could smell the bitter stench of alcohol and smoke and filth.
"Tortuga," he said to himself, rolling his eyes and leaning back inside his cabin. Shaking his head he turned around to go back to bed. But instead he got a little surprise (and when I say 'little' I mean he about had a heart attack...) Instead of finding an inviting down feather cot with warm sheets to snuggle back into on a cold night, Jack instead found...
A Tortuga whore.
(Quick A/N: ./` Guess who's baaa-ack? ./` A lot of what she says is phonetically written; it's not that I forgot to do Spell Check...)
"Oh! yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaawn 'ello Jackie love!"
Jack shakily leaned back as his hands waved about in front of his face and his eyes went wide. Then, regaining some (note the word 'some') composure, Jack stood as straight as he could--being drunk and all--and held his hands out wide in a seemingly warm gesture.
"Scarlet!" he exclaimed and forced a small laugh. "Long time no see! I's been, what? A year or two?"
Scarlet scrunched her forehead as one extremely thin eyebrow rose up. "Jackie, darlin', what-ya mean 'two 'er fthree years'? I just found ya last night!" Now it was Jack's turn to furrow his brow and have a delicately curved eyebrow (A/N: Sorry, couldn't resist that! ^_^) shoot up. He drew his lips together, making defined cheekbones all the more noticeable, as he turned his head slightly sideways and looked suspiciously at Scarlet.
"Last...last night?" he asked, skeptically. Scarlet let out an obviously strained giggle. She got up off the bed, taking the black Egyptian cotton sheets with her.
"Jackie, you don'member?" Scarlet strolled over to Jack who was backing up against the window, excessively swaying her hips. "You walked into the tavern," she said slowly, "and I saw you."
Jack nervously stumbled back against the wooden walls as Scarlet continued her assault.
Grinning seductively, she continued recounting the night's events. "Ev'eyone was talkin' and flockin' 'round ya, so it wasn't until you 'ad 'ad fthree bott-als-o-roum that I meself got to ya."
Raising herself on tip-toe, Scarlet pressed herself against Jack and trailed her forefinger across his lower lip, all the while smiling wickedly, her over-painted red lips slightly parted, exposing pale yellow teeth.
"By then, ye wous so tipsy I too'it 'pon myself to tike ya back to da ship. And by the time we got 'ere..." Scarlet squashed Jack even more into the wall with her enormous bosom, "Well," she giggled, "le's just sie tha' I made ya a offer ye could'n refuse."
Before Jack could react, the whore had wrapped her arms around his neck.
Luckily, just as she was about to mash her lips into his, Jack ducked under her arm and raced forward for the door, causing Scarlet to open her eyes wide in surprise and topple through the open window, the jet sheets streaming out behind her as she screamed and fell into the water with a splash.
Jack stopped with a halt as heard something crash into the sea outside his window. His eyes grew large as they slowly looked to as far left as they could before Jack turned his head. He put his other foot down and stood straight. Turning around he strode over to the window and stuck his head out. Down below, a very soggy Scarlet splashed about trying to keep the sheets around her and not drown. She gurgled and sputtered and yelped and sobbed as her black eyeliner trailed down her cheeks in runny, messy torrents. Jack looked sympathetic for a moment.
Then he tilted his head slightly to the right, drawing his lips down and his eyes looking away as if to say, "Oh well." Scarlet yelled Jack's name and tried to swim to the side of the Black Pearl. Jack stuck his head out once more. "Yes?"
"Cou-" cough, cough, "could I at least 'ave my-" splash, splash, "ah! My clothes?!"
"Possibly," Jack said, as though he was pondering what to do. "Could I at least have my sheets back?" Slap! Jack's head whipped back as his sopping black sheets smacked into his face. "I didn't deserve that," he muttered tilting his head in the same "oh well" manner.
While Jack gathered his sheets inside, Scarlet slightly regretted having thrown her only means of cover at Jack's face and clung to the ship's hull as best she could. Sticking her lip out in a baby's pout, she slapped the water. However, she soon regretted that too, for she slipped off the side of the ship and went under the water for a few moments before she grappled onto the side again. She lifted her head and shouted, "WELL?!" Her dress floated down and flopped onto her head, creating a tent for the clown with dripping makeup. "Well!" she shouted huffily, and she threw the dress off her head. "I 'ave never!"
"And now you have, love!" Jack shouted from his window, and then it sharply shut.
Scarlet gathered her skirt in front of her, her legs floundering through the water. "Didn't even fthrow da'n me knickers!" she grumbled. She heard the creak of the window swinging open. Said knickers dropped onto her head as well.
Sticking her lip out, Scarlet swam shakily to shore and walked up onto the dirty black sand, dripping as she threw her dress over her head and stepped into her knickers. She was sad that Jack had basically kicked her out and was sure that her night was completely ruined, but she soon heard a whistle and looked up to see a rather shady man leaning against the wall of an old brick building.
He nodded his head toward the sign above his head: L'Hôtel Perdu d'Amant. Scarlet smiled deviously and sauntered over to the door of the lodge. Simply walking straight past the man, not looking at him and without even stopping, she held out her left hand which she quickly closed over £3 ha'pence. Perhaps the rest of the night would not be so miserable...
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Back on the Black Pearl...
Jack was seemingly calmly spreading his drenched sheets onto the intricately carved table in the middle of the room.
He worked slowly, stiffly, spreading each corner carefully over to the edge of the table.
His face was still and rigid as he pressed the water out from the sheets and onto the ground beneath his feet.
When it was completely flat against the thick wooden board, he stood straight for several minutes, his eyes fixed on the drying fabric.
And then...
"RRRAAAAAGGGHH!!"
The table was flipped, the chairs overturned, and papers pushed off the desk. Maps fluttered to the floor, forgotten. The once-perfectly flat black sheets crumpled upon the wooden planks. Knick-knacks and ornaments clattered to the ground, their beauty and shine no longer able to distract.
Jack was on the ground, on hands and knees, his breathing heavy, eyes blazing. The twisted, braided locks of hair fell around his sweaty face like a fringed curtain. Scarlet, he thought. Of all people, why Scarlet?! Jack let out another roaring, frustrated yell and pounded the wooden floor with his fist. After a moment, he realized his breath was held and he exhaled a shaky, heavy sigh, and closed his eyes tightly.
Getting up off the ground, Jack brushed off his loose britches and trudged back over to his bed. He stopped at the footboard and grasped his white poet shirt, brown cloth vest, and smooth, worn leather waistcoat. Untying his "effects" and belt from the jacket, he lay that down on his bed and slipped his shirt over his head. Then his arms glided through the vest and propped up his pillow. Jack lay down slowly, and, pulling his coat up around him, his lips let loose a small sob. But would Jack actually cry? No, of course not, so as his lips curved into a half-sneer, his mind raced to the previous evening when the Pearl had pulled into Tortuga and then later, when he entered the Serum Pub.
TBC!!!
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A/N: M'k, so now Jack is more like himself in Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. Happy now, you ungrateful little wretches??!! calming down Ahem. Sorry... Preview of next time: Jack has a FLASHBACK of... well, "the previous evening when the Pearl had pulled into Tortuga and the later, when he entered the Serum Pub." I had sort of wanted to stick the FLASHBACK on the end of this chapter, but instead I cut'n'paste what I had at the end here, and put it into Chapter 5 (Coming Soon...)
Also, one last tiny note: I've gotten a couple of e-mailed reviews from people that were--oh how shall one say?--less than friendly. These PWSNBN (People-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named) have said that I was too descriptive on the last bit of Chapter 3 when Jack and Lela kissed. Not you Mary the Stranger, ^_^ your review wasn't one of them. All you said was "is there going to be any lemon? Lime I can deal with but not lemon." I can totally live with that. But I got a couple of flamey e-mails that I did not like. They were quite rude and uncalled for, some speaking of the above, and some just saying that the story "sucked ass". What the hell does that mean? If you want the story to be better, tell me what can be better and specifically what "sucked ass." Until then, here's what I have to say to all those PWSNBN:
If ya don't like mah cookin',
Please don't start bitchin',
Step away and stop lookin',
And get outta mah kitchen!
Okay? Good. Ta!
Love,
~*kitty*~
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PS
I also uploaded another chapter to the X-Men fic I'm coauthoring with the Silver Siren of Circe. You're the Only One. little Punjabi man Please go read it, eet ees berry, berry good! the kitty again... Ok, I be off mates!