Wench
Jasmine Signet
A/N: Just drabble – 308 words. For some of my longer PoTC oneshots, check back to my profile and read and review, please!
She was a hardened wench – not one of those who had barely been laid once, and certainly not one of those well past her prime. She was in her late thirties – not young, no, but not old, either. Her hair, though it was beginning to dry out from all the curling and dying red it was subjected to, was still long and pretty.
Hers was an imposing beauty, and though without all the rouge and paint she used she was starting to show her age, with it she was still one of those few whores who had several men every night who paid moderately well.
She had been a wench for most of her life – since she was thirteen or fourteen. She had seen the cheap tavern sluts crying many a time from their men going to other girls; had seen whores fall pregnant and have to have the baby killed, the tears falling from their painted eyes.
Never did she think that she would become one of those; never did she think that she would be too – too nice to be unable to take the potion to stop the swelling of her belly.
Never would she have thought that the child would have nothing of her and all of her father. Never did she think that she would gaze upon a child with Jack Sparrow's dark, dark eyes. Her child.
She had never dreamt of having a child, had always thought that the concoctions the Tortugan whores used would prevent it.
She had never thought that she would raise a child; never thought for a moment that for nine months she would be dependent on begging as she could not be laid, not with a child in her belly.
Never did she think that Jack Sparrow would give her another man who would run away to sea.
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