Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic except for
Anna, Dèsirèè Moore (also known as Liam Innis), and all the other extras.
Oh, I also own Jack. Unfortunately, I only own him in my dreams. *sigh*
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Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered into The Sansy Bar. He breathed deep the smell of his dominion. This was one of the places he was most comfortable, besides the sea. The tawdry spiel of music, the assailing smell of rum and the pleasant sight of women ready for a good time; this was his kingdom.
He swayed to one of the many grubby tables that made up the main section of Sansy Bar. He plopped down in his chair and surveyed the other occupants of the establishment. Nothing too unusual to see, just the gamblers, the barmaids and the drunks.
Speaking of drunks.
Jack caught the arm of a passing barmaid. "Bring me a tankard o' rum, will ya luv?" he gave her a charming smile. The barmaid just blushed, gave a nod, and hurried away. It was amazing the way he affected woman. He didn't really understand it himself. One minute they were falling all over him and the next he was receiving a hard slap across his face. He had finally come to the conclusion that women were just fickle creatures with not a brain in their head.
Excepting Anamaria of course.
His eyes wandered to the bar. It was empty save for one occupant. A person in a long shabby coat and floppy hat. That was interesting. Maybe he could help..
Jack watched intently as an old drunk stumbled up to the figure stationed at the bar. After a few words the man at the bar stuck his hand out in greeting. Although he wasn't close enough to hear what was being said the old drunk leered into the figures face. The figure repelled from the old man shouting, "Go back to your drink old man!"
Jack eyes narrowed into slits. There was something about that voice. Something about that voice that just wasn't right. He looked closer at the figure. The figure beckoned to someone behind the bar. The barmaid that Jack had stopped walked up to him. They had a few words then the barmaid went on her way, looking as though she was trying not to laugh. The figure straightened and Jack could now see a thin, yet muscular frame through the coat.
Jack didn't know what to make of all this. He mulled over what he was seeing. Somehow, something didn't fit. But what?
His thoughts were jarred by the clanging of a mug on the table. After all, how could a man think clearly without a drink of rum?
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Alright that was the second installment, savvy? HEHEHEHEHEHE! Sorry, couldn't help myself. Anyhow I still need people's reviews, anonymous or signed, it doesn't matter! Just talk to me people!!!!! In the next chapter, we find out a little bit more about Dèsirèè and Jack strikes a bargain.
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Captain Jack Sparrow swaggered into The Sansy Bar. He breathed deep the smell of his dominion. This was one of the places he was most comfortable, besides the sea. The tawdry spiel of music, the assailing smell of rum and the pleasant sight of women ready for a good time; this was his kingdom.
He swayed to one of the many grubby tables that made up the main section of Sansy Bar. He plopped down in his chair and surveyed the other occupants of the establishment. Nothing too unusual to see, just the gamblers, the barmaids and the drunks.
Speaking of drunks.
Jack caught the arm of a passing barmaid. "Bring me a tankard o' rum, will ya luv?" he gave her a charming smile. The barmaid just blushed, gave a nod, and hurried away. It was amazing the way he affected woman. He didn't really understand it himself. One minute they were falling all over him and the next he was receiving a hard slap across his face. He had finally come to the conclusion that women were just fickle creatures with not a brain in their head.
Excepting Anamaria of course.
His eyes wandered to the bar. It was empty save for one occupant. A person in a long shabby coat and floppy hat. That was interesting. Maybe he could help..
Jack watched intently as an old drunk stumbled up to the figure stationed at the bar. After a few words the man at the bar stuck his hand out in greeting. Although he wasn't close enough to hear what was being said the old drunk leered into the figures face. The figure repelled from the old man shouting, "Go back to your drink old man!"
Jack eyes narrowed into slits. There was something about that voice. Something about that voice that just wasn't right. He looked closer at the figure. The figure beckoned to someone behind the bar. The barmaid that Jack had stopped walked up to him. They had a few words then the barmaid went on her way, looking as though she was trying not to laugh. The figure straightened and Jack could now see a thin, yet muscular frame through the coat.
Jack didn't know what to make of all this. He mulled over what he was seeing. Somehow, something didn't fit. But what?
His thoughts were jarred by the clanging of a mug on the table. After all, how could a man think clearly without a drink of rum?
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Alright that was the second installment, savvy? HEHEHEHEHEHE! Sorry, couldn't help myself. Anyhow I still need people's reviews, anonymous or signed, it doesn't matter! Just talk to me people!!!!! In the next chapter, we find out a little bit more about Dèsirèè and Jack strikes a bargain.