A/n: I know its spelled Tortuga, but this is Tourtuga Town, in Tortuga (the island in Haiti) itself. Its all very complicated. Im not sure if they really used the F word a lot back then, but in this story, they do. Just bare with me, please? More reviewsmore chapters.

Chapter two: Wanna bet?

Elvira slowly opened her eyes, feeling something was wrong. Perhaps it was just being overtired, or maybe it was because there was a strange man in their front room. Whatever it was, made El get up, and walk out into aforementioned front room.

Everything was fine. The man was gone, Viola and Oriana were asleep peacefully on the small bed, and nothing seemed amiss.

However, something made Elvira go over to the table, and reach under it. For one horrifying moment, she felt nothing. Getting down on her hands and knees, on the cool dirt floor, she craned her neck to look at the top's bottom. It wasn't there.

"Everyone, get the hell up, NOW!" Elvira screamed, sitting up, and dusting her bare knees off. She yelled it again, and slowly everyone conjoined around her, by the table.

"Who the fuck let that pirate into this damn house?" All of the Girls were looking at her groggily, and with some irritation of being woken up.

"I did." Viola croaked, grinding the sleep out of her eyes with small fists. She ran her fingers through her hair, and rotated her neck.

"And you just fell asleep on him? All our fucking money is gone!" The Girls' eyes were wide, and small Ruth was clinging to Passion's arm.

"Well, why did he take it?" She squeaked. "It wasn't like he needed–" El rounded on her.

"He was a fucking pirate, slag. Even if they are in a hangman's noose, they would steal the gold from his pocket." Elvira snarled, and shoved a finger in the frightened girls face.

"Watch who your calling a slag." Oriana muttered, and walked in between the two women. "We all are. Now, all you have to do, Vera, is go into Tortuga itself, and ask around for the man. Come one, anyone would help you, just whisper in their ear that you are from Tourtuga Town, and they will most deff come running to help. You'll get the money." Good ole Oriana, always the peacemaker. It was hard to live in the same small confinements with other whores, all vying for a mans attention. But they somehow manage to pull it off. No matter what, they stayed together.

"Fine." Elvira muttered, and went to wash up for the night.

She found Sparrow easily. He was in the most crowded and known bar, in the corner, talking to some whore. Elvira smiled wickedly, she would have some fun.

"Hey, Mary." She walked up to Sparrow and the whore called Mary, and over painted tart who liked pirates more then anything.

"Oh, hey Vi." Mary smiled, but it was a he's-mine type of smile. Sparrow was visibly shrinking from the two whores, and was looking for all exits.

"I just wanted to let you know bout this one." Elvira pointed a thumb at the pirate. "S'got a nasty rash. Contagious too." Mary jumped up from his knee, and without another word, quickly ran from the bar, a few catcalls following her.

"Whadaya do that for?" Sparrow demanded, now more concerned about the whore then the fact he had stolen money from the Girls of Tourtuga Town.

"I want my fucking money, Sparrow." Elvira hissed, pushing his chest so he hit the wall he was leaning against. She straddled his waist, and brought her face very close to his.

"Now." She breathed, then licked the side of his face, temple to chin. His breathing was rapid, in hot gusts on her face. His breath smelled like stale rum, and some fruit mixed in one. His eyebrows were up in a look of amazement.

However, instead of kissing him, Elvira quickly grabbed him where it hurts.

"I am strong enough to tear them all the way off, Sparrow. I want my fucking money back." Sparrow's whole body was tense, and obviously in pain. He slowly reached into his pocket, and pulled out a large lump wrapped in a cheese cloth. It was her money. He handed it over, and only after Elvira's hand was clutching it, did she let go of his privates.

"That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Yeah...right." Sparrow gasped. Elvira got up off of him, and sat down opposite him at the table in the corner. She put two fingers up, and the barman came over with a shot glass of whiskey, and another decanter of it.

"Thanks, Lou." The barman nodded, and walked away.

"Even I cant get him to do that!" Sparrow said indignantly, after the man called Lou was out of earshot. Elvira shrugged, then downed the small shot. After she turned it upside down, and fiddled with it a while, did she speak.

"So...'Ill never cross Elvira and her Girls', eh?"

"I didn't say that." Jack took a swig from his bottle of rum, and Elvira took another shot of whiskey. It was foxy, and almost watered down tasting, but she felt like she needed the warmth. After he third shot, she snorted.

"I was para...para...well, I was doing whatever it was, idiot."

"Paraphrasing?"

"Yeah, that's it." She let out a large belch, but was in no way even buzzed. Elvira turned the decanter around and around on the table, making a light scratching sound.

"Why are you still here?" Sparrow suddenly asked, eyebrows way in the air.

"What? You mean, why am I still alive? Well, I am Catholic, and to kill myself would be a mortal sin. Though, killing your baby while still inside you is too, but we wont talk about that. Or perhaps you mean in Tortuga, or Tourtuga Town? Well, thats what the moneys for." She lifted up the money in the cheese cloth that was still tightly in her hand.

"No...god you are dim, even for a slag." Sparrow rolled his eyes. "I meant, here, now? You have your money, you can leave."

"But Im not gunna." Elvira gave a wicked smirk, and leaned back more on the chair. "I am going to make sure you have no fun romps tonight. Or tomorrow." She took her foot and rubbed it against his leg a bit, then dropped it.

"You are no lady."

"You are no gentleman. Im a whore, whats your excuse?"

"Im a pirate." They stared each other down for a moment, then Sparrow smiled.

"I bet you couldn't last a month in a respectable house, with maids, and actual food that isn't rotting."

"Oh yea, I love disgusting crumbling bread so much, I shrink from anything fresh!"

"And I bet–" Sparrow continued over her. "You my ship, and an island full of treasure, that you couldn't do it." Elvira suddenly became very quite.

"Just how much treasure?"

"More than the king."

"That's an awful lot." Sparrow crossed his arms over his chest, and kicked up his boots on her lap.

"How bout this?" He rubbed his goateed chin, and thought for a moment. "I gotta go a few places, and will be gone for a month. I will take you to my good friends place, respectable young man he is, and have him and his wife help train you. When I come back, and if you are a respectable lady, with manners–" He emphasized that word when she spread her legs out away from her body, and let out another belch.

"–I will happily hand you my ship, and the coordinates for the island. What say you?"

Elvira actually thought about it. It would mean leaving her Girls behind, and putting on a farce she didn't care too much for, but then...just think of the money! She could easily sell the well known and wanted ship, plus the money from the cave...her and her Girls could easily move out of Shanty Town and into a sprawling castle.

"Deal." She stretched out a fingerless gloved hand, and shook the pirates rough and strong one.

"Deal."

"No way, Jack!" Elizabeth yelled, shutting the door of the drawing room behind her, and rounding on the old friend.

"There is no way I am letting some slag into my home, just for a bet!" She closed her eyes and gave a small shudder. Will was silent in the corner of the living room, more amused then anything.

"Oh just let her, Liz." Jack begged. "My honor is on this. I said she couldn't become respectable like you. And you are the only person I would trust with this. You have the best manners, and the best hair, and the best bre–"

"That's enough, Jack." Will cut in, knowing where he was going with that last one.

"Just let her stay!" Jack was pouting now, and Elizabeth was having a hard time in trying to keep a straight face.

"I'll pay ya for the expenses, and the lot. Get her some dresses and shoes, and bonnets, and all that other junk you ladies put on so it makes it harder for a man to get in..." He broke off, obviously thinking about something else. "Anyways, just do it, please! You owe me one." He pointed out.

"He's right." Will shrugged.

"Oh, you just want her to stay, because she supposedly the best whore in Tortuga itself." Elizabeth snapped at her husband. Will raised his shoulders.

"Its true." Jack pointed out.

"How good is she?" Will asked.

"Will!" He looked away quickly, and became suddenly interested in the wall paper.

"Just please?"

"Fine!" Elizabeth gritted out between clenched teeth. "But if she steals something," She let the threat hang open.

"I will pay for it," Jack agreed. They stood there stupidly, until they realized that aforementioned whore was just in the other room.

Elizabeth smoothed her hair and gown, and opened the double doors back up.

"Of course you can stay here, Elvira...is that your real name?" Elizabeth was now chipper, and Jack reveled in how a woman could run hot and cold so fast.

"Only on Tuesdays...yes, it is." Elvira said after the articulate and pretty woman looked confused.

"And thanks." Jack said, bowing out of the room altogether, and leaving.

"Your ship is mine, Sparrow!" Elvira called after him, he just gave her a hand flip that was very feminine.