Disclaimer: Plot mine, Pirates of the Caribbean not.
Chapter 5
From that day onward, Jack kept a close eye on Sierra. If that brute ever laid a hand on her again, Jack wouldn't be responsible for his actions. He was staring over the railing of the ship, thinking of her, when a cry from the crow's nest rang out over the ship.
"Land hoooooo!"
Jack ran to the starboard side of the ship to see which town they were approaching.
"Port Nautaquam!"
The crew let out a cheer, for they loved this town beyond all others. It was one of the most popular pirate towns in the Caribbean. Good drink, good company… All a pirate could ever want.
"All right, mateys," Jack called out to them. "Ye all can take yer pay early today, and have yerselves a good time."
When they arrived on solid ground, Nicholas made his excuses, saying he was going to catch up with some old sailor friends. So once again, as it had been so often lately, Jack and Sierra were left to each other's company, as the rest of the crew had already dashed off to the bars to spend their coins on rum and companionship.
"Let's go to that bar, shall we, lass? Seems a mite less crowded than the others." Jack suggested.
"Must we go to a bar?" Sierra protested.
"I'm Captain Jack Sparrow! Is that even a question? I'll just get one cup of rum, then we can be on our way, savvy?"
Sierra rolled her eyes, knowing that one meant closer to ten, but agreed anyway.
After Sierra sat down at a table, Jack went up to order them both drinks. As he waited, he saw a large man approach Sierra. He said something to her, and she replied, and as the conversation continued, she seemed to become more and more agitated, shaking her head no. When the man grabbed her roughly by the arm, it was the last straw. Jack stormed back to the table, and sent the man a glancing blow with his fist. He flipped the waitress a coin to pay for the drinks that had just arrived, and then he and Sierra left the bar.
"He thought I was for sale," Sierra told him as they walked along the streets.
"That ass!" Jack growled. "That's been enough excitement for one day, hasn't it, love? Let's head back to the ship. Flint can meet us there."
They walked silently back to the docks, Sierra musing on her frightening encounter, and Jack musing on Sierra. When they arrived on the ship, they thought they heard voices.
"Strange," Jack thought aloud. "I thought all the crew went ashore."
The two of them followed the noises to the cabin Nicholas and Sierra shared. Jack opened the door, peeked inside, then quickly shut it.
"What?" Sierra asked. Jack shook his head. "What?" she asked, louder. She had seen the look on his face. When he refused to answer, she pushed past him to look herself.
She screamed. There was Nick- in their bed- with some kind of hooker! She ran in, half screaming, half sobbing, and began throwing everything in sight at the two entwined on the mattress.
"Get-" A journal flew through the air. "Out!"
After Nicholas and the woman left the ship, Sierra collapsed to the floor sobbing. Jack knelt by her, awkwardly patting her back.
"It'll be all right, darlin'. Everything will be all right."