Disclaimer: I only wished I own the Pirates of the Caribbean. If I did...
well, if I owned Jack Sparrow do you think I'd be wasting my time writing
this thing? Jeez. ( I do, however, own Dèsirèè and the other bit characters
in this piece thingy.
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Dèsirèè sat at the bar, staring meditatively at the last few puddles of rum in her tankard. To drink, she thought to herself remembering her early schoolings with a smile, Or not to drink. That is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind, and something, something, something. She never could remember that last part. She decided to drink the final swallow of rum when she felt someone tap her on the back, almost making her choke on her drink.
"What?" she coughed as she turned around.
It was Anna. "I just thought you should know," she whispered, biting her bottom lip, "That this man's been watching you since he came in."
"Ah." mused Dèsirèè. She thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose there's only one thing to do then."
"What's that?" asked Anna.
"Leave. Goodbye Anna, I'll probably see you in a few days." With that, she rose, left two shillings on the bar, and made her way to the door. She did indeed hear the scraping of a chair behind her as she left and decided that she should probably keep a steady pace while making her return voyage to the inn. She could hear footsteps behind her, hastening to keep up with her as she lengthened her stride.
There was a slight chill in the air. As Dèsirèè shoved her hands in her pockets, she heard a shouting from behind her.
"Oy, you there! 'Old up a minute mate!"
Dèsirèè slowed her pace only slightly so that she could find out what the man wanted without having to shout too much.
"What do you want?"
"I was hoping you could help me find someone."
"Why ask me? Do I look like someone who would know everyone?..... Lord, I hope not."
"No, you look like someone who would know where someone hardly anyone knows is."
There was silence.
"Alright, just so you won't follow me to the place I sleep, who is it you're looking for?"
"A pirate called Liam Innis."
Dèsirèè stopped. The man did the same. She could just say right now that she didn't know who Liam Innis was or she could find out what this man wanted. The first way would be safer, she decided. Never one for safety, she opted to find out what the man wanted.
Dèsirèè turned and extend her hand. "Well, mate, I do believe you've just found him. Liam Innis, at your service. What can I do for you?"
She took a close look at the man she was addressing. He was about the same height as her and had black hair that had been braided in certain parts with different beads and charms. His eyes were outlined in kohl, as were hers, to keep out the glare of the sun. He wore a red bandana underneath a large hat. He had a sword and a pistol around his waist and wore the practical pants and shirt. Dèsirèè could tell right away he was a pirate so there were almost no worries about being attacked. Almost.
The stranger looked rather surprised that the person standing in front of him was the person he was looking for. But he finally took the hand she had offered and shook it warmly.
"Finally, I've been looking for you all over this rock for three days! Doesn't anybody else know where to find you?"
"I like to come and go. Did you want something?" she asked again, rolling her eyes and starting to walk forward again, "Because if you don't I'm going to go to bed."
"I wanted to talk to you about the Island of Lost Souls."
This time she kept on walking, but her interest was peaked. He walked beside her, matching Dèsirèè step for step.
"What makes you think that I know anything unusual about the Island of Lost Souls? Everyone's heard the stories. It's an Island that no ones ever found. It supposed to be the home to a marvelous palace, and every room is said to be filled with silver and gold. Nothing more to it than that."
"I want to know what happened three years ago when you went in search for it."
Why did he have to keep on surprising her with things like that? It was damned annoying. "Yes I did. I didn't find it."
Jack shook his head. "You must have had some idea of where to look." Dèsirèè just continued to walk forward, her head watching her feet intently. Jack sighed. Some people were so difficult. "Look all I want to know is what did you do with the map and do you still have it."
"If I said I had it, what would you give me?"
"A king's fortune, in return for the map."
She chuckled to herself. Was he really so material? She shook her head. "Its not money that'll get you the map, mate. Whatever this venture you're thinking of undertaking I want to be in it. You're not getting the map without getting me." She whirled around and looked him dead in the eyes. That was easier said then done. His eyes were very.capturing.
Dèsirèè was knocked back to reality at the sound of Jack's voice. "I don't see any problem in that. I've heard enough good things about you and your skills. I'd be happy to have you on..." Jack looked at her. She was staring behind him, a grim look on her face.
"Ah, bloody 'ell... Why tonight?" she turned around and walked quickly forward. Her pace not exactly running, but she wasn't taking her sweet time either.
Jack stood in the street looking confused. He looked behind him, he couldn't see anything. Maybe that man was a little stranger than he figured.
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Dèsirèè sat at the bar, staring meditatively at the last few puddles of rum in her tankard. To drink, she thought to herself remembering her early schoolings with a smile, Or not to drink. That is the question, whether tis nobler in the mind, and something, something, something. She never could remember that last part. She decided to drink the final swallow of rum when she felt someone tap her on the back, almost making her choke on her drink.
"What?" she coughed as she turned around.
It was Anna. "I just thought you should know," she whispered, biting her bottom lip, "That this man's been watching you since he came in."
"Ah." mused Dèsirèè. She thought for a moment. "Well, I suppose there's only one thing to do then."
"What's that?" asked Anna.
"Leave. Goodbye Anna, I'll probably see you in a few days." With that, she rose, left two shillings on the bar, and made her way to the door. She did indeed hear the scraping of a chair behind her as she left and decided that she should probably keep a steady pace while making her return voyage to the inn. She could hear footsteps behind her, hastening to keep up with her as she lengthened her stride.
There was a slight chill in the air. As Dèsirèè shoved her hands in her pockets, she heard a shouting from behind her.
"Oy, you there! 'Old up a minute mate!"
Dèsirèè slowed her pace only slightly so that she could find out what the man wanted without having to shout too much.
"What do you want?"
"I was hoping you could help me find someone."
"Why ask me? Do I look like someone who would know everyone?..... Lord, I hope not."
"No, you look like someone who would know where someone hardly anyone knows is."
There was silence.
"Alright, just so you won't follow me to the place I sleep, who is it you're looking for?"
"A pirate called Liam Innis."
Dèsirèè stopped. The man did the same. She could just say right now that she didn't know who Liam Innis was or she could find out what this man wanted. The first way would be safer, she decided. Never one for safety, she opted to find out what the man wanted.
Dèsirèè turned and extend her hand. "Well, mate, I do believe you've just found him. Liam Innis, at your service. What can I do for you?"
She took a close look at the man she was addressing. He was about the same height as her and had black hair that had been braided in certain parts with different beads and charms. His eyes were outlined in kohl, as were hers, to keep out the glare of the sun. He wore a red bandana underneath a large hat. He had a sword and a pistol around his waist and wore the practical pants and shirt. Dèsirèè could tell right away he was a pirate so there were almost no worries about being attacked. Almost.
The stranger looked rather surprised that the person standing in front of him was the person he was looking for. But he finally took the hand she had offered and shook it warmly.
"Finally, I've been looking for you all over this rock for three days! Doesn't anybody else know where to find you?"
"I like to come and go. Did you want something?" she asked again, rolling her eyes and starting to walk forward again, "Because if you don't I'm going to go to bed."
"I wanted to talk to you about the Island of Lost Souls."
This time she kept on walking, but her interest was peaked. He walked beside her, matching Dèsirèè step for step.
"What makes you think that I know anything unusual about the Island of Lost Souls? Everyone's heard the stories. It's an Island that no ones ever found. It supposed to be the home to a marvelous palace, and every room is said to be filled with silver and gold. Nothing more to it than that."
"I want to know what happened three years ago when you went in search for it."
Why did he have to keep on surprising her with things like that? It was damned annoying. "Yes I did. I didn't find it."
Jack shook his head. "You must have had some idea of where to look." Dèsirèè just continued to walk forward, her head watching her feet intently. Jack sighed. Some people were so difficult. "Look all I want to know is what did you do with the map and do you still have it."
"If I said I had it, what would you give me?"
"A king's fortune, in return for the map."
She chuckled to herself. Was he really so material? She shook her head. "Its not money that'll get you the map, mate. Whatever this venture you're thinking of undertaking I want to be in it. You're not getting the map without getting me." She whirled around and looked him dead in the eyes. That was easier said then done. His eyes were very.capturing.
Dèsirèè was knocked back to reality at the sound of Jack's voice. "I don't see any problem in that. I've heard enough good things about you and your skills. I'd be happy to have you on..." Jack looked at her. She was staring behind him, a grim look on her face.
"Ah, bloody 'ell... Why tonight?" she turned around and walked quickly forward. Her pace not exactly running, but she wasn't taking her sweet time either.
Jack stood in the street looking confused. He looked behind him, he couldn't see anything. Maybe that man was a little stranger than he figured.
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