Chapter 4: Jack Sparrow in New York City
Dream Sequence- Flashback.
Tortuga was busy that night. It seemed there were more whores and more pirates filling the streets that usual. Not that Jack Sparrow minded. All it meant was company was easier to find for the evening. Settling down with his rum in the most active tavern in the port city, Jack soon had two girls showing off their amble breasts that were literally hanging out of their dresses. One girl kept knocking things over, and gently Jack persuaded her to go and sit with one of his crew who looked a little lonely. Left with the beautiful red head, Jack figured he had had enough rum for the time being and stood, drawing the girl after him. A wink to the owner of the tavern who was working at the bar counter was all Jack needed to secure a room for the night.
Once safely behind the closed door to the room Jack had selected, Jack let the rum take over. His lips caressed the girl's lips and face as she gently toyed with his hair. Suddenly, her hand went to the front of his shirt and ripping the buttons she exposed Jack's tanned chest. Running her hands across his skin, Jack tensed when he felt the cold of a blade against his belly. Looking downward hurriedly, Jack spotted the small but sharp knife the girl had placed just above his belly button. As he stood there motionless, the door to the room opened and a cloaked figure entered. Jack tried to see into the darkness of the hood of the cloak to the person's face, but his eyes were clouded over with too much rum, and for once he cursed his drinking habits.
Then the figure reached pale, slender hands to the fringe of the cloak and lowered the hood so that their face was revealed. The woman was beautiful. Her red-blond hair framed a delicate face, and pink lips that would have looked pretty in a smile were pulled tight. Moving forward, almost as if she was floating, the woman motioned the girl aside and Jack felt the blade removed from his navel. His sword and gun were on the ground just next to his feet, but Jack didn't dare move to get them. The woman continued to move forward, and Jack moved backward in time with her until he bumped against the wall. The woman's bright green eyes were fixed on his dark brown ones, and Jack felt fear creep up on him.
The woman laid a bare hand on Jack's stomach and his skin seemed to be on fire wherever her skin met his. Moving her fingertips slowly up his stomach, chest, neck, to his face, Jack tried not to writhe as her touch inflicted pain and pleasure at the same time.
"Captain Sparrow," the woman said in almost a whisper. Her other hand moved to his, lifting it towards her face. Her fingers touched the ring that rested there and a small smile curved her lips from the tight line they had been before. "I see Aquinas has done his job and delivered to you his message. Now I have a message for you."
Jack gasped as the woman's eyes filled with black and what looked like the night sky seemed to fill the area between her eyelashes.
"Treachery and piracy has been your way for long, Jack Sparrow." Her voice seemed to echo even though the room was rather small. "The time will come when these will be your downfall. Even now hell waits to swallow your soul and there would be nothing to stop it. However, there is one remedy, one act of repentance that could save your life. The girl, true love, admitted by you to her, and her to you, can clear the slate and allow you to start anew. Tread carefully, Jack Sparrow."
End Dream Sequence.
Jack woke in a cold sweat. The woman had seemed so real in his dream, just as real as that night in Tortuga before the storm that had somehow brought him here, to New York, wherever that really was. Sweat covered his face, and looking down at his bare chest, Jack thought he could see the white hand trailing along his skin. He shivered. Determined to shake off the dream, Jack attempted to crawl out of bed, but instead managed to fall off the couch he had been sleeping on. Will grunted in his sleep, but did not wake.
The girl Emily who had come to the apartment earlier had given Jack an odd feeling when he first laid eyes on her. Somehow he couldn't help thinking she had something to do with his dream and the prophecy and the ring. The ring. Jack looked down at his right hand. The diamond glittered innocently in its gold band. Getting up off the floor, Jack proceeded to the kitchen, hoping that Portia had left some food out that he could eat.
Still unsure about the odd set up of the apartment, Jack didn't bother fumbling for what Portia called "the light switch" which flooded the room with an eerie artificial light. However, in the dark Jack paid less attention to where he was going and more to looking for food, and thus bumped into Portia who was also in the kitchen in the dark.
"Bloody hell, woman!" Jack cursed, more scared than he ever wished to be.
"Jack!" Portia said almost scolding. "Why didn't you turn on the light?"
"Why didn't you?" he asked, charm beginning to creep into his voice.
Portia scoffed. She moved away from Jack for a second and then came back. Reaching a hand out to rest it on his shoulder, Portia instead landed on Jack's bare chest. He gasped. Here hands were cold as ice. Portia quickly pulled her hand away, but Jack caught it just inches away from his chest and held her hand in his to warm it.
"Your hands are cold luv," he said.
Portia opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Her eyes fixed on Jack's and startled, Jack noted in his mind that her eyes seemed to be the same green of the woman in his dream. Moving out of natural habit, Jack pulled Portia's hand back to his chest. Slowly she took a step forward and Jack tilted his head down to meet her lips.
A voice screamed in his mind, "Treachery and piracy."
Jack pulled away. In the dark he couldn't see the look on Portia's face, but he could imagine it. Slowly, Jack picked his way back into the living room and lay down on the couch, the woman's voice and Portia's lips haunting his thoughts.
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Will woke to bright sunlight in his face. Turning his head away, Will caught a glimpse of Jack sitting at the table in the kitchen, obviously lost in thought. Portia passed through his field of vision and Will felt his heart speed up involuntarily. Shaking off the feeling, Will thought of Elizabeth as he got up from the couch he had slept on and pulled on a t- shirt of a larger size that Portia had found for him after he returned to the apartment.
It had startled him to find a young girl opening the door to Portia's apartment when he returned yesterday afternoon. Afraid of being found out, his first instinct had been to clamp a hand over her mouth and force her inside. Of course, once Portia saw this she berated him. The girl was her friend Emily, and she had only come over to see that Portia was ok, so what was the need for force?
Will was sore. When he moved from the couch his pain laced up his back and he sat back down heavily. Portia was at his side in an instant.
"Are you all right?" she asked, worry written on her face.
"Yeah," Will replied. "Back's a little sore though."
"Here," Portia replied. "Lay down."
Unsure of himself, Will lay down on the couch. Portia lifted the shirt away from his lower back and Will contained a gasp of surprise. Carefully her hands kneaded themselves into the tense muscles in his back, soothing any sore spots.
Jack cleared his thought. Portia turned to look over at him, her hands still working up and down Will's back, and Will could feel his face growing red in embarrassment and frustration. Jack always came in at the wrong times.
"I'd like to go out into the city today," he said to Portia and Will. "Since it seems Will needs some rest." He added.
"I don't suppose I can stop you," Portia replied. "But at least let me come with you so you don't get lost. Maybe I might be able to help you find what you're looking for."
Jack nodded. "I think I might need, something less conspicuous to wear though luv." He smiled at his own humor.
Emily laughed, startling Will and Jack. "He'd stick out like a sore thumb, Tia. Take him shopping, get Will some stuff too. James' clothes don't look at that flattering on him."
Will felt like scowling, but he wasn't sure why.
"Ok, let me get you something to wear for now and then we'll go." Portia said heading into her bedroom. She came back out with a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and some plain tennis shoes.
As Jack went into the room to change, Portia added. "Maybe take off some of the make-up too!"
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When Jack remerged Portia didn't recognize him. The black kohl was gone from around his eyes, and the ornaments that had hung in his hair were gone. The black dreadlocks were pulled back and bound with a leather strip. Black was good color on Jack. Portia noted that for further reference while shopping.
"Well, let's go." She said. Opening the door to the apartment, she motioned Jack out and then followed him.
To be continued.
Dream Sequence- Flashback.
Tortuga was busy that night. It seemed there were more whores and more pirates filling the streets that usual. Not that Jack Sparrow minded. All it meant was company was easier to find for the evening. Settling down with his rum in the most active tavern in the port city, Jack soon had two girls showing off their amble breasts that were literally hanging out of their dresses. One girl kept knocking things over, and gently Jack persuaded her to go and sit with one of his crew who looked a little lonely. Left with the beautiful red head, Jack figured he had had enough rum for the time being and stood, drawing the girl after him. A wink to the owner of the tavern who was working at the bar counter was all Jack needed to secure a room for the night.
Once safely behind the closed door to the room Jack had selected, Jack let the rum take over. His lips caressed the girl's lips and face as she gently toyed with his hair. Suddenly, her hand went to the front of his shirt and ripping the buttons she exposed Jack's tanned chest. Running her hands across his skin, Jack tensed when he felt the cold of a blade against his belly. Looking downward hurriedly, Jack spotted the small but sharp knife the girl had placed just above his belly button. As he stood there motionless, the door to the room opened and a cloaked figure entered. Jack tried to see into the darkness of the hood of the cloak to the person's face, but his eyes were clouded over with too much rum, and for once he cursed his drinking habits.
Then the figure reached pale, slender hands to the fringe of the cloak and lowered the hood so that their face was revealed. The woman was beautiful. Her red-blond hair framed a delicate face, and pink lips that would have looked pretty in a smile were pulled tight. Moving forward, almost as if she was floating, the woman motioned the girl aside and Jack felt the blade removed from his navel. His sword and gun were on the ground just next to his feet, but Jack didn't dare move to get them. The woman continued to move forward, and Jack moved backward in time with her until he bumped against the wall. The woman's bright green eyes were fixed on his dark brown ones, and Jack felt fear creep up on him.
The woman laid a bare hand on Jack's stomach and his skin seemed to be on fire wherever her skin met his. Moving her fingertips slowly up his stomach, chest, neck, to his face, Jack tried not to writhe as her touch inflicted pain and pleasure at the same time.
"Captain Sparrow," the woman said in almost a whisper. Her other hand moved to his, lifting it towards her face. Her fingers touched the ring that rested there and a small smile curved her lips from the tight line they had been before. "I see Aquinas has done his job and delivered to you his message. Now I have a message for you."
Jack gasped as the woman's eyes filled with black and what looked like the night sky seemed to fill the area between her eyelashes.
"Treachery and piracy has been your way for long, Jack Sparrow." Her voice seemed to echo even though the room was rather small. "The time will come when these will be your downfall. Even now hell waits to swallow your soul and there would be nothing to stop it. However, there is one remedy, one act of repentance that could save your life. The girl, true love, admitted by you to her, and her to you, can clear the slate and allow you to start anew. Tread carefully, Jack Sparrow."
End Dream Sequence.
Jack woke in a cold sweat. The woman had seemed so real in his dream, just as real as that night in Tortuga before the storm that had somehow brought him here, to New York, wherever that really was. Sweat covered his face, and looking down at his bare chest, Jack thought he could see the white hand trailing along his skin. He shivered. Determined to shake off the dream, Jack attempted to crawl out of bed, but instead managed to fall off the couch he had been sleeping on. Will grunted in his sleep, but did not wake.
The girl Emily who had come to the apartment earlier had given Jack an odd feeling when he first laid eyes on her. Somehow he couldn't help thinking she had something to do with his dream and the prophecy and the ring. The ring. Jack looked down at his right hand. The diamond glittered innocently in its gold band. Getting up off the floor, Jack proceeded to the kitchen, hoping that Portia had left some food out that he could eat.
Still unsure about the odd set up of the apartment, Jack didn't bother fumbling for what Portia called "the light switch" which flooded the room with an eerie artificial light. However, in the dark Jack paid less attention to where he was going and more to looking for food, and thus bumped into Portia who was also in the kitchen in the dark.
"Bloody hell, woman!" Jack cursed, more scared than he ever wished to be.
"Jack!" Portia said almost scolding. "Why didn't you turn on the light?"
"Why didn't you?" he asked, charm beginning to creep into his voice.
Portia scoffed. She moved away from Jack for a second and then came back. Reaching a hand out to rest it on his shoulder, Portia instead landed on Jack's bare chest. He gasped. Here hands were cold as ice. Portia quickly pulled her hand away, but Jack caught it just inches away from his chest and held her hand in his to warm it.
"Your hands are cold luv," he said.
Portia opened her mouth to reply, but no words came out. Her eyes fixed on Jack's and startled, Jack noted in his mind that her eyes seemed to be the same green of the woman in his dream. Moving out of natural habit, Jack pulled Portia's hand back to his chest. Slowly she took a step forward and Jack tilted his head down to meet her lips.
A voice screamed in his mind, "Treachery and piracy."
Jack pulled away. In the dark he couldn't see the look on Portia's face, but he could imagine it. Slowly, Jack picked his way back into the living room and lay down on the couch, the woman's voice and Portia's lips haunting his thoughts.
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Will woke to bright sunlight in his face. Turning his head away, Will caught a glimpse of Jack sitting at the table in the kitchen, obviously lost in thought. Portia passed through his field of vision and Will felt his heart speed up involuntarily. Shaking off the feeling, Will thought of Elizabeth as he got up from the couch he had slept on and pulled on a t- shirt of a larger size that Portia had found for him after he returned to the apartment.
It had startled him to find a young girl opening the door to Portia's apartment when he returned yesterday afternoon. Afraid of being found out, his first instinct had been to clamp a hand over her mouth and force her inside. Of course, once Portia saw this she berated him. The girl was her friend Emily, and she had only come over to see that Portia was ok, so what was the need for force?
Will was sore. When he moved from the couch his pain laced up his back and he sat back down heavily. Portia was at his side in an instant.
"Are you all right?" she asked, worry written on her face.
"Yeah," Will replied. "Back's a little sore though."
"Here," Portia replied. "Lay down."
Unsure of himself, Will lay down on the couch. Portia lifted the shirt away from his lower back and Will contained a gasp of surprise. Carefully her hands kneaded themselves into the tense muscles in his back, soothing any sore spots.
Jack cleared his thought. Portia turned to look over at him, her hands still working up and down Will's back, and Will could feel his face growing red in embarrassment and frustration. Jack always came in at the wrong times.
"I'd like to go out into the city today," he said to Portia and Will. "Since it seems Will needs some rest." He added.
"I don't suppose I can stop you," Portia replied. "But at least let me come with you so you don't get lost. Maybe I might be able to help you find what you're looking for."
Jack nodded. "I think I might need, something less conspicuous to wear though luv." He smiled at his own humor.
Emily laughed, startling Will and Jack. "He'd stick out like a sore thumb, Tia. Take him shopping, get Will some stuff too. James' clothes don't look at that flattering on him."
Will felt like scowling, but he wasn't sure why.
"Ok, let me get you something to wear for now and then we'll go." Portia said heading into her bedroom. She came back out with a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and some plain tennis shoes.
As Jack went into the room to change, Portia added. "Maybe take off some of the make-up too!"
**********
When Jack remerged Portia didn't recognize him. The black kohl was gone from around his eyes, and the ornaments that had hung in his hair were gone. The black dreadlocks were pulled back and bound with a leather strip. Black was good color on Jack. Portia noted that for further reference while shopping.
"Well, let's go." She said. Opening the door to the apartment, she motioned Jack out and then followed him.
To be continued.