Author's Notes: This is RedbudTree's story. Came off an RP idea we had (those are slightly scary). It should turn to be amusing, to say the least.
Disclaimer: We do not own PotC or any of it's characters
She'd been searching for hours. As soon as she'd heard that the Black Pearl had made port, she set out to find him. The last time she'd seen him, she'd slapped him. This time, when she caught up with him, she'd give him a lot more. With these thoughts in mind, the Tortugan prostitute known commonly as Giselle stalked through the streets seeking Captain Jack Sparrow . . . and dragging two scruffy, complaining boys behind her.
The first of the two tried to free his hand from his mother's without her noticing.
"Neville - quit tha'. You're stayin' right close t' me!"
The other boy attempted to grab a bottle of rum out of the hands of a passed-out drunk, but was jerked away at the last possible second.
"Oi! Ratcliffe! No rum 'til your tenth birthday, you know tha'!"
Both boys looked at eachother and exchanged grimaces.
"Where we goin', mama?"
"Not t' pigs again - we didn' do anythin', honest!"
Giselle rolled her eyes in annoyance -she didnt' believe their claim of innocence for a second. "We're goin' t' find th' bloody pirate what sired you, so's you can pester 'im for th' next few years, 'stead o' me." A-ha! There was her target - swaggering into the Faithful Bride with his arm around a girl in men's clothes. Well, he wasn't going to get away this time; nothing he said would get him out of taking these boys off her hands. "Jack Sparra'!"
The pirate captain whirled, and winced when he saw the two lads. The girl with him noticed the resemblance between the boys and Jack immediately, judging by the way her eyes kept darting back and forth between them.
"Jack. . . you never told me you had children," she said, apparantly annoyed. Well, if Giselle had anything to say about it, the girl was going to be a great deal more annoyed in a very short time.
"It's not what it looks like, luv - I swear it upon my mother's grave."
"Your mother isn't dead, Jack. You told me so, remember?"
Giselle decided that now was the time to make her move, before JAck and his current leading lady broke out into an argument. Taking a risk, she dropped the boys' hands, marched up to Jack, and popped him a good one on the left cheek.
"Do you know why I'm 'ere, Jack Sparra'? Do you? You promised me tha 'if I kept those two li'l 'ellions for their firs' six years, you'd take 'em away and make 'em cabin boys! Well, they've just passed their seventh birthday, an' I'm still 'avin to pay for all the problems they cause! I ain't doin' it any more - you take these brat's offa my 'ands like you promised!" Seeing Jack open his mouth to reply, she continued vehemenently, "And don't you go tryin' t' talk your way out o' this - I ain't takin' 'em back." She paused, attempting to catch her breath.
Jack took the opportunity to say something, "I was jus' going to say that it seems like they've already been taken off your hands." He gestured to where the boys were apparently fighting a half-conscious, yet angrydrunk- theone with dark hairdangled from the man's arm, clinging desperately to the bottle of rum he held, while the blonde was sitting on the man's shoulders, beating him over the head with his small fists.
Giselle smirked. "They're your problem now, Sparra'. I 'ope I never see 'em round 'ere again."
Then she was gone, vanished into the teeming mass of depraved humanity that was Tortuga.