Chapter 5
The night before they would arrive at the port they celebrated their successful trip in Jack's cabin. Jack sat on the floor drinking while Charity seemed to be dancing to a song in her head. Jack watched, her face was intent, eyebrows furrowed and eyes closed. "What are ye dancing to love?" He pondered.
Charity stopped abruptly. "I... I don't know." She said as she came to think about it. Jack stood up and grasped her hand.
"May I have this dance?" He bowed foolishly.
"Well, Captain, you're making me blush." She smiled and accepted with a curtsy. Jack wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close. He closed his eyes as tight as hers had been and there they stood, dancing to the sounds of the ocean. Jack began to dip Charity, but he was a bit too drunk and they toppled to the floor.
"Sorry."
"For what?" Charity sat up.
"Well, I'd better turn in." Jack announced and climbed into his bed. Charity frowned and crawled in next to him.
"Jack, it's cold." She whined and snuggled into his chest. She was definitely drunk, Jack thought, but shrugged and closed his eyes.
Jack awoke to the barrel of a gun in his face. "What the hell!" Charity yelped as they drug her out of bed. A tall pirate slapped her hard across the face.
"Now that's no way to be treating a lady!" Jack stood up.
"You want one then?" The tall pirate raised his hand.
"No, thank you." Jack whimpered, sitting back down. The pirates bound their hands and shoved them out of the cabin. They had rigged a plank and were pushing Charity towards it.
"Go!" One yelled. Charity turned around.
"Come on, we've only just met. First impressions are very important and you men are not making a very good one." She said assuringly. The tall pirate pushed her over with a small shove. "Dammit!" She gurgled. Jack was in the water soon after. A row boat came up beside them and a large pirate grabbed Charity by the hair and pulled her on board. He reached for Jack's hair, but Jack insisted he'd pull himself on. The boat rowed to shore and the pirate threw Charity on the sand, she stood up to make a run for it, only to be caught by a larger gang of pirates and bounded tighter. Jack looked on and shook his head.
Jack stood up and looked at who seemed to me the Captain. "Allow me to introduce us. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, perhaps you've heard of me?" He smiled big.
"No, I can't say I have." The pirated said gruffly. "Who be the wench."
"She be Captain Charity Roberts."
"Two Captains on one ship, and one be a woman!" The pirate laughed, but ended up coughing.
"Two heads are better than one I always say." Jack frowned.
"What do we do with 'em Cap'n?" Asked the tall pirate.
"Lock him up! As for her... send her to my quarters." He gave the gang a big laugh, they laughed along with him, pushing Charity along.
Charity found herself in a dank room that smelled of rotting fish and tobacco. She punched and kicked the door, then looked for a window, but there were none. She sat angrily on a large winged chair. Suddenly the door opened and the Captain appeared. "I guess we haven't been properly introduced have we?" Charity ignored him. "I'm Captain Brahm Vane. It be a pleasure to make your acquaintance." He grasped her wrist and held her hand to his mangled lips. Charity snatched it away and slapped him across the face. "A fighter are we?" He slurred, lunging at her. She sprang away and again tried to make for the door. "There are two large guards outside that door, I doubt a wee thing like yerself will make it past 'em."
Charity turned around clunked her head against the wall and slid to the floor. "I won't bite, my chefs prepared us quite a feast, I'd be delighted if you joined me. For at least a drink." He grinned wide. Charity stood tall and walked to the table, sitting down in a chair.
Picking up a glass she held it up. "Poisoned?" She sighed and looked at Vane sideways. "
"Only a little." He chuckled and took a long swig from his own glass, the drink trailed down his lips into his beard. Charity cringed.
"What do I got to lose?" She shrugged and took a swig of her own. Vane eyed her lustfully as she wiped her lips on her sleeve. "Whatd'ya want with us?" She asked, leaning forward.
"Why is it that you came 'ere of all places? Answer me that." He prompted, setting his feet on the table and leaning back.
"A sense of adventure for certain. My partner and I heard there was plenty of plunder and out of curiosity we sailed here. Only to be met by a gang of awful, terrible, pirates." She flailed her arms, the liquor she'd drunken contained a sedative, she was feeling the effects. She could barely finish her story before she fell limp, on the floor.
The old captain picked her up and set her in his bed, it had been years since a woman crossed his path. He drunkenly held himself over her, she moaned faintly. Vane began clumsily unbuttoning her shirt and pulled a knife to deal with her corset, slowly he cut the top ribbon.
"Stop right there!" Jack held his pistol firmly. He wobbled over to the bad and saw what Vane was doing. "I haven't even gotten to do tha' yet mate." He chuckled. "And I'm Captain Jack Sparrow, notorious with the ladies." He nodded, pursing his lips together.
"How'd you get past the guards?" Vane shouted and stood up. Jack shrugged as Vane drew his own pistol, cocked and fired with a small click. "Dammit!" He shouted and grabbed Jack by the neck, calling for reinforcements at the same time.
"Oh, come on! I was only having fun!" Jack shouted pathetically and was over taken by the buccaneers.
