A/N: I got good reviews so I'm writing another chapter!!! I moved my story
to the POTC section that they put up, and (thanks to Talismaniac) I finally
know what a Mary Sue is and I don't like them either, but if I'm writing
one then it just proves that I am a hypocrite.
She stood up still thinking. I can't back out now, but where would I find Sparrow? She stepped outside, and as if a greater force were watching out for her, she was knocked down by the man she was looking for. "Get off!" she yelled, as she struggled to push him off of her. "Disgusting pig," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Jack Sparrow turned his attention to Lydia.
"I was just commenting on the fact that men here seem to get so drunk, that they feel the need to fall on top of random women." She got off, brushing the dirt off of her.
"Well, if you feel that way about it, you shouldn't be standing still, as highly drunk men like to go for the easiest one," he chuckled. He took another drink from his rum bottle and stood up, swaying slightly.
"Do I look like a whore to you?" she asked indignantly. This might be harder than I thought.
"Now that you mention it," he looked her up and down, she was wearing trousers, boots and a man's shirt, "you don't. But to any drunk man, any woman is fair game." He took a swig from the bottle and then his face showed an expression of realization. "Beg pardon, love, but I forgot to introduce myself!" at this he stood up straighter. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl." He extended his hand, as if to shake, but Lydia didn't offer hers.
"I know who you are," after some quick thinking she added, "and it's lucky I found you before you set sail."
"And why is that, deary? I'm afraid I'm all worn out for the night." He grinned wide and showed many gold teeth.
"No, it's not for that," she said disgusted at herself for coming across that way. "I want to be part of your crew, my name is Lydia." She looked him straight in the eye.
"And why should I let you, a woman, be part of my crew?" He thought to himself, I haven't had a woman on board since Anamaria went off with that sailor from Port Lawrence; it couldn't hurt, could it?
"I'm as good as any pirate, and," she added, "I've always wanted to sail with the infamous Jack Sparrow."
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow," he would never be too drunk to forget 'Captain.' This man has an ego the size of an elephant, she thought to herself. "So tell me," he started circling her now, bringing her focus back to him, "what have I done to get blessed with your. attention?" His sarcasm was even more pronounced with his drunken slur.
"Well," come on think! "I've heard lots of stories about you and your ship." His circling made her uneasy, so she turned with him. "So I want to see if they are true." All this turning was making her dizzy; she thought he would be dizzy too, considering his alcohol intake.
He stopped turning, for which Lydia was grateful, and smiled. "To answer your curiosity," he drew a deep breath, "yes, it's true the Pearl was run by my mutinous crew who were cursed by Aztec gold, which they had taken after they left me marooned on an island, which I escaped from to hunt down my ship and along the way I met two lovely people, the governor's daughter and her friend the blacksmith at Port Royale, she was kidnapped by the evil crew and he was determined to find her, we chased them to Isla de Muerte where they attempted to break the curse by spilling the girl's blood but they really needed the boy's blood so they took him instead but I saved him and his girlfriend and killed my mutinous crew's leader, and as far as I know the couple lived happily ever after." His words were so slurred together, that Lydia only caught bits and pieces of what he was saying, but she understood that he had told her the curse was real. "Are you satisfied?" He smiled, and took a long drink from his bottle.
"No, I still want to be part of your crew!" She can't fail this.
"A girl with a one track mind," he said half to himself. "Very well, you must prove your worth by having a sword fight with me." He grinned, knowing that no matter the outcome of the duel, she would still be welcome on his ship.
"I accept." She pulled out her sword. He threw his rum bottle down and copied the action. They took their stances; suddenly Sparrow lunged. She quickly blocked the attack and responded with one of her own. He's quite good for a drunk man, she thought. Swords flashed and clanged. They went in circles, but Lydia wasn't dizzy this time; all of her attention was focused on the duel. Soon enough she saw they were evenly matched, and decided the only way to win was to use a little underhandedness. She saw her chance when Sparrow put his left foot forward to lunge at her. She deftly swung her right foot behind his left and used it to pull his leg out from under him. He fell on his back and his sword fell out of his hand. She pointed her sword at his throat.
"That wasn't fair," he said as he looked from her sword tip to her face.
"Who said anything about fair?" she smirked. "I guess this means I'm part of your crew?"
"Aye, follow me." She sheathed her sword and waited for him to get up. He stood up, still swaying, grabbed his sword and rum, and then walked on. She walked half a step behind him thinking, that wasn't so bad was it? Now all I have to do is find that necklace! She followed him through crowds of prostitutes, drunks, and pirates to get to the docks. All she wanted to do now was rest, it had been a long and eventful night, or morning, she reminded herself. When Sparrow stopped in front of a ship, Lydia had been thinking about other things and ran into him. "A little eager, aren't we?" he gave her a wide grin.
"Don't flatter yourself, Captain." Suddenly she looked up at the ship, and for the second time tonight, was shocked beyond words. It was real, The Black Pearl was real, and she was to be sailing on it.
"Up you go, Lydia," he ushered her up the gangplank. As she walked in front of him, a green pouch tucked in her waistband grabbed his attention. He glanced up at Lydia, and seeing that she was thoroughly engrossed with the ship, he snatched the pouch. It's heavy, he thought to himself. Wonderful. "Welcome," he said, "to The Black Pearl."
She stood up still thinking. I can't back out now, but where would I find Sparrow? She stepped outside, and as if a greater force were watching out for her, she was knocked down by the man she was looking for. "Get off!" she yelled, as she struggled to push him off of her. "Disgusting pig," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Jack Sparrow turned his attention to Lydia.
"I was just commenting on the fact that men here seem to get so drunk, that they feel the need to fall on top of random women." She got off, brushing the dirt off of her.
"Well, if you feel that way about it, you shouldn't be standing still, as highly drunk men like to go for the easiest one," he chuckled. He took another drink from his rum bottle and stood up, swaying slightly.
"Do I look like a whore to you?" she asked indignantly. This might be harder than I thought.
"Now that you mention it," he looked her up and down, she was wearing trousers, boots and a man's shirt, "you don't. But to any drunk man, any woman is fair game." He took a swig from the bottle and then his face showed an expression of realization. "Beg pardon, love, but I forgot to introduce myself!" at this he stood up straighter. "I am Captain Jack Sparrow of the Black Pearl." He extended his hand, as if to shake, but Lydia didn't offer hers.
"I know who you are," after some quick thinking she added, "and it's lucky I found you before you set sail."
"And why is that, deary? I'm afraid I'm all worn out for the night." He grinned wide and showed many gold teeth.
"No, it's not for that," she said disgusted at herself for coming across that way. "I want to be part of your crew, my name is Lydia." She looked him straight in the eye.
"And why should I let you, a woman, be part of my crew?" He thought to himself, I haven't had a woman on board since Anamaria went off with that sailor from Port Lawrence; it couldn't hurt, could it?
"I'm as good as any pirate, and," she added, "I've always wanted to sail with the infamous Jack Sparrow."
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow," he would never be too drunk to forget 'Captain.' This man has an ego the size of an elephant, she thought to herself. "So tell me," he started circling her now, bringing her focus back to him, "what have I done to get blessed with your. attention?" His sarcasm was even more pronounced with his drunken slur.
"Well," come on think! "I've heard lots of stories about you and your ship." His circling made her uneasy, so she turned with him. "So I want to see if they are true." All this turning was making her dizzy; she thought he would be dizzy too, considering his alcohol intake.
He stopped turning, for which Lydia was grateful, and smiled. "To answer your curiosity," he drew a deep breath, "yes, it's true the Pearl was run by my mutinous crew who were cursed by Aztec gold, which they had taken after they left me marooned on an island, which I escaped from to hunt down my ship and along the way I met two lovely people, the governor's daughter and her friend the blacksmith at Port Royale, she was kidnapped by the evil crew and he was determined to find her, we chased them to Isla de Muerte where they attempted to break the curse by spilling the girl's blood but they really needed the boy's blood so they took him instead but I saved him and his girlfriend and killed my mutinous crew's leader, and as far as I know the couple lived happily ever after." His words were so slurred together, that Lydia only caught bits and pieces of what he was saying, but she understood that he had told her the curse was real. "Are you satisfied?" He smiled, and took a long drink from his bottle.
"No, I still want to be part of your crew!" She can't fail this.
"A girl with a one track mind," he said half to himself. "Very well, you must prove your worth by having a sword fight with me." He grinned, knowing that no matter the outcome of the duel, she would still be welcome on his ship.
"I accept." She pulled out her sword. He threw his rum bottle down and copied the action. They took their stances; suddenly Sparrow lunged. She quickly blocked the attack and responded with one of her own. He's quite good for a drunk man, she thought. Swords flashed and clanged. They went in circles, but Lydia wasn't dizzy this time; all of her attention was focused on the duel. Soon enough she saw they were evenly matched, and decided the only way to win was to use a little underhandedness. She saw her chance when Sparrow put his left foot forward to lunge at her. She deftly swung her right foot behind his left and used it to pull his leg out from under him. He fell on his back and his sword fell out of his hand. She pointed her sword at his throat.
"That wasn't fair," he said as he looked from her sword tip to her face.
"Who said anything about fair?" she smirked. "I guess this means I'm part of your crew?"
"Aye, follow me." She sheathed her sword and waited for him to get up. He stood up, still swaying, grabbed his sword and rum, and then walked on. She walked half a step behind him thinking, that wasn't so bad was it? Now all I have to do is find that necklace! She followed him through crowds of prostitutes, drunks, and pirates to get to the docks. All she wanted to do now was rest, it had been a long and eventful night, or morning, she reminded herself. When Sparrow stopped in front of a ship, Lydia had been thinking about other things and ran into him. "A little eager, aren't we?" he gave her a wide grin.
"Don't flatter yourself, Captain." Suddenly she looked up at the ship, and for the second time tonight, was shocked beyond words. It was real, The Black Pearl was real, and she was to be sailing on it.
"Up you go, Lydia," he ushered her up the gangplank. As she walked in front of him, a green pouch tucked in her waistband grabbed his attention. He glanced up at Lydia, and seeing that she was thoroughly engrossed with the ship, he snatched the pouch. It's heavy, he thought to himself. Wonderful. "Welcome," he said, "to The Black Pearl."
