By Kitty =^.^=
A/N: Allo allo ev'eyone! Kitty here. twitch Sorry. twitchtwitch V-very jittery from twitch sooo much coffee. And cookies. And twitcheetwitch bonbons. I'm sorry it's been sooo long since I've updated. I wanted to finish chapters 6-10 before the end of the year. I was close, so very close! But there was Christmas and relatives and food and prezzies and then my New Year's Eve party...add finish a few more chapters of my fanfic and I'd be dead right about now. School has started again, and I'm back on the wagon...or is it off the wagon? I dunno... I shall be quicker with updates in these next few weeks. I have all my ideas written down for chapters 7-10, and a little bit of actual writing started on each. But for now here is chapter6, when the Black Pearl docks at Tortuga. Just a note, we're still in Jack's FLASHBACK. We shall continue to present time in the story in chapter 8. Enjoy, and please review! ^_^
Disclaimer: pokes Disney Give me PIRATES!!.…….…….….no?? sigh Nope, still don't own it. sob WHY don't I own it?!?!
A/N2: I'm considering having my friend Gloria be my muse, since we adore PotC so much. What do ye think G-Lo? ^_^
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"Tortuga," Jack muttered under his breath, "that means one good thing at least." A cruel smile played on his lips as he steered the ship towards the Tortuga docks. "Lots and lots of rum."
Shouting out orders to his crew to tie up the ship, Jack listlessly walked down the gangplank and began to walk the dimming streets of Tortuga. Gibbs, tying the ropes of the main sail down, watched Jack walk away in his usual swaying way. He shook his head. "After all that rantin'n'ravin'," the first mate muttered under his breath, "he's gonna head straight for the taverns, drink all night, and won't be back till early mornin'." Gibbs shook his head again, but went on with the work of docking the Black Pearl.
Back on the island of Tortuga, Jack strolled idly along the dark roads, and breathed in the thick scent of alcohol, smoky food, and heavy women's perfume. Everywhere he looked, Jack saw men sitting on barrels, or sprawled out on balconies. All of them had at least one woman on their arm, and friends and enemies alike around them, all of the drinking merrily.
"Truly," Jack thought as he half-sighed stepping over an unconscious man lying in the middle of the road, "if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted." Still looking at the ground, Jack never even saw who was coming his way. "Oof!" Jack fell back and flailed his arms about as his black-lined eyes stretched as his gaze travelled up pale skinny legs, a dirty light blue skirt, a pair of breasts pushed up by a striped indigo cincher, and stopped at a pair of cloudy dark blue eyes that began to blaze in resentment. "Giselle!" Jack shouted in a loud voice that did little to hide his apprehension. Blonde curls fell from the woman's twisted bun and she lunged forward and knocked the pirate to the ground.
"So, Jack, where's that red-skir-ded whore now?!" she screeched, slapping his cheek. Jack's head whipped back as Giselle jumped to her feet suddenly.
"I don't think I deserved that," he said rubbing his sore cheek. Standing up, Jack curiously felt someone breathing at the back of his neck. He could smell beer and rum and other disgusting odours in the wafts of air that kept hitting his neck. Slowly, he turned around to see the source. He rather regretted it then.
"This pirate scum givin' ye trouble, Giselle?" a very tall, smelly, hairy man whose girth was almost too enormous to describe, was cracking his knuckles right in front of poor Jack's face. Giselle whipped out her tiny fan and rapidly began to try and blow away the smell that emanated from the portly man who looked like he was getting ready to pound Jack into the ground.
"N-n-not really, Starky," she shakily said, sidestepping her way behind Jack. The behemoth man grunted.
"Um, yes--I mean no!! No, no, Mister... Stocky, was it?" Jack began to slowly reach for his gun behind his back, while Giselle clung to him. "I wasn't bovthering 'er, no, not a bit." He could feel the wooden end of his pistol. "She just, uh, leaped, onto me, a'cause i's a lil joke, ye might say, yeah between the two of us, and...oh my god, the Navy's 'ere!!" At the mention of the word 'navy', Starky turned around, giving Jack the chance to smack the man on the back of the head hard with the butt of his gun. Starky froze. And slowly turned around...
He. Was. PISSED.
"Oh dear, we are in trouble..." Jack quietly mumbled.
"We?" Giselle said frightened. "I don' think so, Jack!" As the fair-haired whore rushed away to the side of the street, Starky took one large step towards Jack, and picked him up by the collar of his shirt. As Jack dangled two feet above the ground, Mr. Starky reached up and pulled off...a toupee?
"That's, uh, that's a lovely hairpiece ye got there," Jack said, hoping to distract the big oaf. Mr. Starky reached up to his skull and tapped with his knuckles, making a clinking sound. Jack stretched his face so his eyes could see atop his capturer's cranium. A thick triangular sheet of iron was plated across the man's head. "Ah," Jack exclaimed flailing his arms about. "That, uh," chuckle, "that would explain, why you were not knocked unconscious then, wouldn't it?" Nervous, nervous laughter. "That's interesting..." Starky raised his fist. "That's very interesting..." Jack scrunched his eyes shut and waited the blow to land. But it never came. He slowly opened one eye and saw Starky staring wide-eyed at him.
"Y-y-y-you-y-y-you're-you're Jack Sparrow!" he finally blurted out.
He said it so loud that people all around the street and on the roofs heard him, and all started to gaze in bewilderment, happiness, fear, anger, etc.
Starky quickly put Jack down. "S-s-so, SO sorry mate! I didn recognize ya for a second. Aw, bloody 'ell, I feel awful, just god-awful..." He trailed off as he tried to sweep the dust off of Jack's clothes and straighten his jacket. Jack was confused for a moment...or two...but he finally composed himself.
Clearing his throat he stated, "Uh, yes, yes! Captain Jack Sparrow, if you please." Jack struck a regal, intimidating pose. "You didn't really think ye could get away with that, did you? WELL!" Jack spun around on his heel, as he saw Giselle walking towards him again. She was trying to follow him. It made perfect sense in her mind. I mean, she'd walked to the other side of the street because there was going to be a fight, but now all that was over, and Giselle needed to be Jack. It's just something you would assume, right?
No, no, not really, no.
"Need something, luv?" Jack asked, slightly annoyed.
"Oh, nofthing really," Giselle replied coyly, "just wondering if I could go with you for a bit." And then the devious forced smile...
"Uh, look, Elle--GISELLE," Jack silently cursed himself for using that name, "All I'm gonna be doin' is goin' round to the taverns'n'stuff. I won't be doin' anythin' too in'trest'ting..." Giselle stuck out her lip and began to whine.
"But Jaaa-aack!! Please," puppy-dog eyes... "Can' Oi go with you? Puh-leeease??" Ok, so she could look really, really pathetic when she wanted to...but Jack would not give in!!...............Oh, those eeeeeyes!!! Well--NO! Nonononono!! Sigh...
"All right..." I'm going to regret this, Jack thought as Giselle wrapped herself around Jack's arm, I just know I'm going to regret this...
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ROTA: Ramblings of the Author
Right then, s'all good. No more of my babbling for a bit... OK, a bit's done. Whaddya think? Kinda short, but, eh... Reviews people, bloody bloody reviews. I seem to be fond of that word at the moment, do I not? I messed up my knee in gym last week so I have plenty of time to write this week. I promise to have at least one more chapter up by the end of this week, possibly two. Oh yes, one last question: how many of you think I should just nix my commentary at the beginning and end of each chapter? I mean, I usually try and keep it short, but does anyone find it particularly annoying? I always thought they were rather amusing, but, to each their own... Happy holidays again loves.
Love,
~*Kitty*~
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