13. Welcome to Singapore—Don't be Jealous
Disclaimer: Some drug use in this chapter ( just watched 'from hell' with Johnny Depp, so that was inspiration for the location in this chapter) Thank you to my lovely reviewers!! I hope you enjoy!!
We arrive in Singapore the following evening and I am elated to see land again. Jack watches my excitement with a smile on his face—his excitement showing less, since Jack would willingly spend an eternity at sea.
"Oh we're finally here!" Elizabeth exclaims as she runs up from below deck and taking in the sweet view of land in the near distance.
"So now what, Jack?" Will asks Jack as he follows Elizabeth, both of them approaching Jack. Jack turns to face them, still grinning.
"We dock and then go ashore," he replies.
"Right, but then what? Where's is Norrington?" Will persists, eager to get the trip over and done with.
"He's not readily accessible, if that's what you're asking," Jack replies calmly, turning back to the sight of land before him.
"Well then where is he?" Will eagerly asks.
"William, calm yourself," Jack replies, "He is here in Singapore. That's all ye need t' know right now. He's in no location we could get to once we dock this evening,"
"So where will we be staying once we dock if we're going ashore?" Will asks incredulously.
"William—ye ask too many questions. Just trust me. 'Ave I ever given ye reason not t' trust me?" Jack asks as he walks away from the Turners and into his cabin.
Moments later, I come rushing into the cabin to find Jack sitting at his desk plotting on a map with his compass.
"JACK!" I exclaim frantically.
"What is it, dahling?" he asks, his eyes focused intently on the map and compass at hand.
"JACK! We're about an hour from shore and I demand your attention!" I declare boldly.
Jack looks up calmly and stares me down with his dark eyes. I stare back intently, my green eyes flashing wide at his.
"Go on," he says, gesturing with his hands.
"By my calculations, it's about an hour till we reach shore," I repeat more calmly.
"Aye, go on," he replies, nodding his head.
"Well, by my other calculations," I say moving towards him and then behind him sitting in the chair, "it's been nearly 12 hours since you last had me," I finish, leaning over his shoulder and whispering in his ear. He turns his head and raises his eyebrows as his eyes widen.
"Well then we're goin' to have t' fix that, luv," he replies, standing from the chair, picking me up and tossing me onto the bed.
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By the time Jack and I finish our sexual escapade, Gibbs is knocking on the door letting us know we've docked and the crew is ready to go ashore.
We dress, gather our things, join the crew in the long boats and row ashore. There is a misty fog covering the harbor as we row inland into the port. The closer we get, there is a dim glow from the shore, emitted from various huts that line the land.
The boat finally docks and Gibbs jumps out with Jack and the two of them tie the boat to the dock. Jack helps me out of the boat and stands facing the town.
"Welcome to Singapore, luv," he says, looking at me with a smile.
"I've been here before, Jack," I laugh.
"Oh, when?" he asks, his grin fading.
"Before we rescued you from Davy Jones's Locker—we needed Sao Feng, remember?" I ask.
"Ah yes of course," he replies all-knowingly.
"I can't believe we're back here already," Elizabeth replies as she joins Jack and I as we gaze upon the town.
"I know, really?" I reply with a little laugh.
"So where to now, Jack?" Will asks, joining his wife.
"Follow me," Jack replies in a low voice. We all follow him off the dock and into the little town. As we wander through the town, clutching our weapons, it is very apparent that it's some kind of pirate port.
"This place is creepy," Matt whispers to me as we walk.
"It's not too bad—the fog from the ocean makes it seems worse than it really is. We just have to be careful—you never know," I say back hushed. Matt nods and we continue to follow Jack.
Finally, he stops in front of what appears to be an Inn of some sorts. Still following Jack, we venture inside and what we find in this hut is nothing like what we found in taverns back in the Caribbean. Similarly, whores are lining the walls, courting various sea men and pirates, but unlike British taverns, there are numerous men and women lying on the ground on hard mattresses smoking. The air is thick with this smoke as we move past the people lying on the ground.
"Where are we?" Elizabeth asks with disgust as we move through.
"Jack, did you take us to an opium den?" I ask him irritated.
"Aye, dahling. There's no better way t' spend a night in Singapore," he replies with a grin as he turns to the tavern woman and asks her for rooms for us all upstairs to stay.
The woman nods and leads up upstairs and shows us to different rooms. Jack gives her some money and then heads back downstairs. I just look at Matt curiously and we follow Jack.
"I can't believe I'm staying in an opium den," Elizabeth states to Will as she unpacks her things in her room.
"I can. It's Jack." Will shakes his head as he unpacks his things.
Downstairs, Matt decides he'd like to try smoking some opium. He asks a tavern maid to assist him with getting started and she finds him a mat to lay on and a pipe to smoke out of. She helps him roll the opium and burn it in the pipe and shows him how to take in the breath. I sit there and watch Matt smoke the opium.
"Try it—it goes down pretty easy," he says, blowing out the smoke from his first hit.
"Nah—I'm good for right now. You enjoy it. I'm gonna go find Jack," I say, getting up and moving about the room. Finding Jack is pretty easy—the group of Chinese girls surrounding him as he lies on the mat is a dead give-away.
I walk calmly over to the crew of whores surrounding Jack and push my ay through.
"Jack—care to let me try?" I ask. Startled, he looks over at me and sits up, blowing smoke out of his mouth.
"Ye wanna smoke the opium?" he asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"What? You think you can just come here and be surrounded by all these girls and smoke opium while I stay upstairs and talk with Elizabeth? I don't think so!" I exclaim. Still a bit startled, Jack stands to his feet and excuses himself from the giggling whores.
"Luv, don't be jealous; it's Singapore," Jack says with a grin.
"Jealous? Jealous of what? Your brigade of whores? I'm not jealous at all! You can have them all!" I reply sarcastically, throwing my hands up in the air.
"Dahling—there's nothing t' be jealous of—they're just a bunch of opium smoking wenches," he replies softly, his eyes beginning to look glazed over and red from the smoke.
"Ah, right, of course they are! So then because it's Singapore, then you shouldn't mind too much if I smoke like one of the 'opium smoking whores' then, right?" I ask curtly.
"I don't mind at all, luv," he replies, going in to kiss me, but I turn my head and walk away, finding the opium lady to get me hooked up with a pipe. She finds me a mat next to Matt and the two of us smoke opium from the pipes.
Soon enough, we're mellowed out and laughing about old memories again, though every so often, I glance over at the crowd of wenches surrounding Jack as he lies on his mat smoking opium.
"He's bothering you, isn't he?" Matt asks, rolling over and facing me. I avert my eyes from Jack and look at Matt.
"Yeah," I reply slowly.
"I have a way to get him back," Matt replies with a conniving smile.
"Oh, let's do it!" I exclaim. Matt and I get up from our mats and walk upstairs. We rifle through clothing in our bags and dress me scantily from head to toe. Matt pins my hair up on top of my head, pulling down strands and making me look like some kind of tavern wench. Once Matt is through with my makeover, we creep downstairs and out the backdoor, making sure Jack doesn't see us. Matt then goes back inside and clandestinely gathers some of the crew members and brings them outside. Once outside with me, we find random pirates wandering the street and ask them to join me in the opium den.
We all then walk to the front of the den and Matt runs inside to open the door for us, making sure Jack will see me enter with all the pirates around me.
I walk inside, with Gibbs on one of my arms and a random pirate on the other, while others surround me. Gibbs is holding one of the opium pipes and I take a hit from it as we enter the den.
Hearing the commotion, Jack lethargically sits up to see who has entered the tavern. He looks over at the door, getting a clear view of me dressed as a wench and surrounded by pirates as I smoke opium from Gibbs' pipe. Jack's mouth drops open and he drops his pip. He jumps up and with wide eyes comes running over to me.
"Pet! What do ye think yer doin'? Gibbs?! Yer lettin' her smoke from ye pipe?!" Jack exclaims frantically.
"Jack—are you jealous? Don't be jealous—it's Singapore," I reply as I walk past him and my crew of men follows me over to my mat.