Disclaimer: Nope. I own a copy of the film, a poster and lots of pictures, but unfortunately Pirates of the Caribbean is the property of Disney. No matter how much I wish for Johnny Depp or Orlando Bloom.
A Sparrow & A Barbossa
Chapter Three
"Tortuga," announces Jack. We had arrived on the stupid spit of land some hours ago. "More importantly, it is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep this sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga, savvy? What do you think?" Jack asks Will.
"It'll linger," Will tells him, uncertainly. "Can we go yet?" I whinge. I hate Tortuga.
"I'll tell you mate, if every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted," Jack says, ignoring my outburst. I notice a red haired woman wearing a crimson dress coming towards us, obviously a whore. She walks up to Jack. "Scarlett!" Jack shouts gleefully. She slaps him. "Not sure I deserved that." Next a green dress wearing, blonde hair woman arrives in front of Jack. "Giselle!" Jack says.
Giselle indicates to Scarlett, "Who was she! And who's that?" At the last part she points at me. "What?" Jack asks confusedly. She slaps him. "I may have deserved that."
I smile mischievously. I curl my hand into a fist and punch Jack. My fist connects with his jaw and sends him sprawling onto the ground. This gathers some attention. After all it wasn't everyday that a woman attacks Jack Sparrow in the streets of Tortuga!
"Ye'r cheating on me, Jack. How could you?" I sob. I'm a very good actress when I want to be. Even Will was laughing along with the crowds.
Jack got up and swaggered over to me. He points an accusing finger at me, his nostrils flare and he looks really angry with me. "Ye… Ye…" Jack tries to say, I stand there smiling, innocently at him. He whips round. "Haven't ye good for nothin' idiots got nothin' better to do!" He yells at the gathered crowd.
He turns back to me. "I definitely didn't deserve that!"
I giggle. "But it sure as hell was funny!" I tell him. Will starts laughing to. Jack staggers off. We finally recover and run after him.
We had caught up with Jack, and had followed him towards a barn. Inside we found a sleeping man lying with the pigs. He had dark haired, and a white beard. He was quite tall.
Jack, Will and me found three buckets and filled them with water. Jack orders us to move back. He grabs his bucket firmly and throws the water of the sleeping man.
He wakes up suddenly, and starts shouting, "Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot! Mother's love! Jack! You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleeping. 'S bad luck." I roll my eyes. Sailors and their bad luck.
"Ah, fortunately I know how to counter it. The man who did the waking buys, the man who was sleeping, a drink. The man who was sleeping drinks it while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking," Jack tells the man.
The man looks confused before saying, "Aye, that'll about do it."
He gets up and I look at Will, he nods. We throw the water in our buckets over him. "Blast! I'm already awake!" He shouts.
"That was for the smell," Will says as he looks from me to Jack to the man.
We entermy favourite tavern, Neptune's Lady. He ordered himself and the man, whose name I learnt was Gibbs, a tankard of rum. I cough to point out he hasn't ordered me one. He gives me his own, and gets himself another.
Gibbs found a table. Will and me weren't allowed to join in their conversation, so we stood a little way from the table. But we stood close enough to be able to hear them. "Keep a sharp eye," Jack told us. We look around and see many of the other customers fighting.
He sits down with Gibbs. "Now, what's the nature of this venture of your'n?" Gibbs asks.
"I'm going after the Black Pearl," Jack tells him. Gibbs almost chokes on his drink. "I know where it's going to be, and I'm going to take it."
"Jack, it's a fool's errand. Why, you know better than me the tales of the Black Pearl," Gibbs rationalizes. "That's why I know what Barbossa is up to," Jack says. "All I need is a crew."
"From what I hear tell of Captain Barbossa, he's not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one," Gibbs says calmly. I nod to myself.
"Well, then I'd say it's a very good thing I'm not a fool then, eh?" Jack tells him. I had to laugh at that comment. Will looked at me amused. I realised he was doing what I was.
Gibbs carries on, "Prove me wrong. What makes ye think Barbossa will give up his ship to you?"
"Let's just say it's a matter of leverage, eh?"
Jack nods his head towards us. Gibbs raises his eyebrows in confusion. Jack keeps nodding his head in our direction. I know he meant Will, but Gibbs says, "The wench?" I'm about to turn around a hit Gibbs but Will catches my arm. He shakes his head.
Jack sighs in frustration. "The kid?" Gibbs, finally, asks quietly.
"That is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner," Jack tells Gibbs. "His only child, savvy?"
Gibbs looks at Will. "Is he, now? 'Leverage,' says you. 'I think I feel a change in the wind,' says I," Gibbs announces. "I'll find us a crew. There's bound to be some sailors on this rock crazy as you."
"One can only hope. Take what you can…" Jack says, as he raises his tankard. Gibbs follows suit, they clink them as Gibbs says, "…Give nothing back."
They both drain their drinks. Jack places his back down of the table, with a loud clunk. "Kat, go get me another rum!" He shouts at me.
"Do I look like a bar wench, or ye wife?" I yell back. "Get off yer lazy arse and get it yerself. And don't forget me and Will." I add to his retreating back.
Will turns to me. "I don't drink," he says quietly. "Ye don't," I say shocked. "I think Jack may have been right 'bout ye. Ye are a whelp."
He looks angry at my words, so I hastily add, "I didn't mean it, it's just what Jack said." I look up at him with wide eyes and a pouty lip. "Stop that," He tells me. "Stop it. And I'll forgive you." I stop and start smiling instead.
We joined Gibbs at the table. Jack brought over three tankards of rum. He gave one to Will, one to Gibbs and drank heavily from the last one, before turning to me with a satisfied smile. Will silently hands me his. I smile gratefully at him. Before turning to smirk at Jack.
Gibbs got the next round. I managed to persuade Will to try some, he loved it. So he did have some pirate blood, after all what pirate could refuse rum.
I got up to get my round, which included a tankard for Will. I had only walked a few feet from the table when I felt someone slap my arse. I spun round quickly. I spotted a man with a wide grin on his face staring at my hips.
Hi eyes travelled slowly up my body until he reached my face. I smiled at him, as I threw a punch aimed for his nose. He stumbled backwards off his stool. He fell into his friend and a woman, who I believe to be a whore. His friend pushed him off himself. The man I had hit stood up, he had blood gushing down his face from his nose and his hands were balled up as fists. He lunged at me. I hadn't managed to find my ground and he pulled me over. He managed to hit me on the face and the stomach, before I kneed him in the groin. He yelped in pain. The knee had served as a distraction, and I quickly pushed the man off me. I jumped to my feet. I repeatedly kicked the man in his stomach, chest and back.
Suddenly I felt someone grab me from behind. I craned my neck to see the companions of the man I had recently being beating the shit out of. One had grabbed me and the other two had picked up various objects to use as weapons. I twisted my neck and bit down hard onto the man's arm. He howled and released me. I searched the nearby tables for a weapon. I would have normal used my sword, dagger or pistol but I had left me on the table with Jack, Will and Gibbs. I saw a bottle on the table closest to me. I grabbed it by the neck and smashed the end on the edge of the table. I held up the bottle threateningly. The other men swung their own weapons at me. I dodged the plank but in doing so the dagger the other man was using scraped along my right arm. I dropped the bottle instantly. The men took my momentary distraction to attack me.
I closed my eyes and braced myself for their blows. They never came. I opened my eyes to see Will punching one the men in the stomach. And Jack threatening the other with his pistol. Gibbs came over to me. He took me by my left arm and manoeuvred me through the crowds to the stairs that led to the rooms up stairs.
I managed to make it up stairs and into room 6 without any further trouble. I sat down on the edge of the bed. Gibbs went searching for a something that could be used for a bandage.
Jack burst in to the room several minutes later. Will followed, carrying a bowl of water, a cloth and a bottle of some alcoholic substance. He placed them down by feet and kneeled on the floor next to them. He took my right arm and drew up the sleeve of my shirt. I looked at the cut. It went from just above my wrist to the middle of my upper arm.
I reached for the bottle of whisky, but Will hindered me. "It's for your arm," He told me gently. He picked up the clean cloth and drenched it with the whisky. He brought it closer towards me. He grabbed my arm by the wrist and held it still. Will jabbed my arm with the cloth. I hissed in pain and closed my eyes to try to bloke out said pain. He finished cleaning it and looked for a bandage. Gibbs handed him a clean white sheet, that had once belonged to the bed. Will carefully wrapped it round my arm.
Will inspected my bruised knuckles and the other cuts I had obtained in the fight. He grabbed the bowl by his feet and placed it on my knee's. He reached for my hands but was interrupted by Jack. "Off ye go now, Will. Ye have a room next door."
Will looked at Jack before turning back to me. Will stepped close, well as close as he could while I balanced a bowl of water on my knees, and gave me an awkward hug. "He's angry with you. Be careful," He whispered in my ear. I nodded and smiled gratefully at him as he left.
Jack waited for Will to close the door before he said or did anything. He turned to face me. He looked at me angrily. "Ye shouldn't have done that," Jack spoke slowly. My head fell forward in disgrace. Jack was angry with me for something that hadn't been my fault. I hadn't asked the man to touch me.
He took Will's position on the floor in front of me. He took my hands and placed them in the water. He took hold of chin and lifted it up so I was looking him in the eye. I closed my eyes, not wanting to face was coming.
"Open ye eyes, Kat," He ordered. I did so, reluctantly. "How do ye get yerself in these situations?" He asks me seriously. I smile at him, "I don't know, Jack. I don't know."
"How long ago was it? 'Bout 14 years?" Jack asks. "Fifteen," I mumble quietly. Jack didn't even have to mention what happened for me to remember it. It was a hard memory to forget. A memory I don't think I ever would. It was the first time I had killed another person, certainly not the last. But I was only nine when I committed the act.
Jack nods. "We can talk 'bout something else," He says, noticing my reaction to the choice of topic. I shake my head. "No, this is fine," I reply in a small voice.
Jack looks at me. "No it's not. Lets talk 'bout something else. Like when ye climbed up to the crows nest and got stuck," Jack suggests. I cringe, that memory was still embarrassing even after eleven years.
I pick up the whisky bottle that Will left. I take a swig and hold the bottle out to Jack. He takes it and takes a large swig. I remove my hands from the water and set the bowl on the floor. I search for the cloth to dry them. Jack held it out. As I reached for it Jack grabbed my hands and gentled started to pat them dry.
We finished of the bottle of whisky, and ordered several more bottles of rum to keep us happy. We talked about old times. Things that I witnessed on board the Pearl. Things I had done. Embarrassing memories; not only mine but Jack's also.
I won't be updating for the next week as I'm going on holiday! But i promise to post another chapter as soon as I'm back (well maybe not as soon asI get back as it will like four in the morning). Remember to review so I'll have lots of nice things to read whenI get back! Till then, cya!