Something More Than Before
Chapter 7 – How Wrong He Was
Will was relieved when he stepped off the ship he had been sailing on for the past few weeks, and breathed in the fresh aroma of alcohol as he stepped into Tortuga's port. It was a relief to be free of East India Trading Company property, and to be in a place filled to the brim with pirates and fellow scallywags.
"Ahh," Will sighed as he smelt the unmistakeable smell of rum. He headed to the nearest pub. Walking by all the people, he could suddenly see why Jack liked this place so much. A man could feel free here; a man could breathe here. Albeit, he might choke if he did breathe, but the freedom was worth it.
He stepped into the pub and immediately was nearly knocked flying by a couple of fighting pirates. Shrugging, he walked on. He approached the barman behind the bar.
"A tankard of rum," Will said loudly, trying to be heard over the deafening racket. The barman nodded and moved away, shuffling back a few seconds later with Will's rum. He passed it over, Will nodding his thanks.
He carefully navigated his way through the many pirate brawls, the loose stools and the bottles on the floor that he was sure he would slip on. Now, that would be a scene. He spotted an empty table and made for it with great haste.
He sat down and drank a gulp of his rum. He had to admit, he was a rum virgin, but after having one gulp, he could see why Jack loved the stuff so much. True enough, it smelled absolutely vile, but it was surprisingly nice.
Despite the unmistakeable crowdedness of the pub he was in, Will couldn't help but feel alone at his puny little table. He was soon put out of his misery, though, when a pretty young blonde girl sat down next to him, putting her arm around his shoulders and swaying slightly. Wow, she was hammered!
"Alright, darlin'?" she asked, slurring her words. "Ya 'ere all on ya onesies, then?"
Will looked up at her. He'd seen her somewhere before. "Yeah," he said.
"Oh, that's good, innit?" she said in an unusually high voice. "'Cause I am 'n 'all."
Will smiled at her unenthusiastically. "I'd like to be alone, if you don't mind."
"I'd like to be alone..." the woman said; now swaying dangerously after swigging from a dangerous looking concoction in her hand; it was green and purple. "...with you." The woman giggled, almost falling off the chair.
"Sorry to disappoint, lady," Will said in disgust, "but I have a fiancée."
"Wha'?" the woman asked, undeterred. "She never cheated on ya with someone behind your back?"
"No!" Will yelled at her. The woman's grin was wiped from her face, but it returned very quickly. She pulled a piece of paper from down her dress (Will's eyes widened greatly), and gave it to Will.
"Tha's my address, it is," the woman said, extremely drunk, pointing to the piece of paper in Will's hand. "Come see my tonight."
"No, I love my fiancée," Will said determinedly.
"Well she cannit love ya that much, can she?" the woman said, raising her eyebrows.
"What makes you say that?" Will asked, his eyes narrowing. "Do you know her?"
"I don't see 'er around anywhere, do you?" the woman asked. "Where is she if she loves ya?"
"She's on a ship, with..." Will started, trailing off, "...Jack Sparrow."
"Oooooh," the woman exclaimed. "Ya dinnit wanna trust Jack to keep his hands off 'er, mind."
After the woman said that, it suddenly hit Will who she was. It was Giselle; one of Jack's prostitutes, or girlfriends, whichever, who delighted in slapping him across the face whenever they saw him. Will also remembered the time when she'd slapped him across the face. Oh, he wasn't happy now.
"Listen, Giselle," Will said bitterly, "I'm...not...interested," he said, tearing the piece of paper in half every time he said a word.
"Oi!" Giselle shouted, "Ya could've at least gimme my paper back; I need it for other men!"
And with that, she stood up, slapped him across the face, again, and stormed off, almost falling over.
"Stupid bimbo," Will muttered under his breath.
Giselle turned back around and shouted back to him, "I heard that!" before sticking her nose up in the air and marching off again.
Will, taking another drink from his tankard, wondered how staying faithful ended up with him getting a slap across the face and a woman from Tortuga hating his guts. Most normal women would accept that the man loved his fiancée and wanted to be left alone.
Giselle did have a point though, and Will made a mental note to keep a weather eye out for the Black Pearl and to get on board as soon as physically possible to prevent Jack making a move. He didn't need to worry about Elizabeth looking for an affair; he knew that she wasn't the kind of person to go and do that behind her love's back.
Will didn't know how wrong he was, because at that very moment, Jack and Elizabeth were enjoying a total make-out session, courtesy of Elizabeth's suggestion.
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Jack and Elizabeth broke apart, both running out of breath.
"Well, I was planning a little somethin'-somethin' for us tonight, but I'm afraid I'm too tired now!" Jack laughed.
Elizabeth laughed, then realised what he just said. "Were you really?" she asked, smiling.
"Well, you said you wanted to, and I thought tonight may be the night," Jack said, shrugging.
"Oh, Jack," she said, kissing him again. Then her tone turned mischievous as she whispered in his ear, "Tomorrow, then."
"Fair enough, m'lady," Jack said, but then his face turned serious. "But are you sure?"
"Of course," Elizabeth said, "Besides...I want to, and Will isn't here, is he? You're the only other choice I have," she went on, playing with one of his dreadlocks.
Jack smiled. "Well, if I have to, I suppose so."
Elizabeth laughed. "You know you want to."
Jack considered for a moment. "You're right, I do."
And with that, they resumed their make-out session.
I know it says 'tomorrow' in the chapter, but it probably won't be next chapter, which will focus mainly on Will in Tortuga.
Question: Should I make Will go and sleep with Giselle due to being drunk out of his mind? Or should he be a good little virgin?
Review please!
QueenSerenity818 out.