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Author's Note: A simple task for all you piratey people out there...enjoy this installment of Make Him Move On!!!
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Ana yawned and blinked a couple of times to remove the haziness from her eyes caused by sleep. Arching her back, she glanced over at June's cot...which was undeniably empty. Had she slept in? Where did June go?
Suddenly, Will ran into her room with a wild look in his eyes. He instantly flushed and stared at the floor when he realized he caught her in bed, and in her undergarments, no doubt.
"Don't you knock?" she frowned, pulling the sheets to her chin.
"I thought you'd want to know that Jack and June have gone completely insane."
"What? What's going on?"
And then she heard it. A consistent thumping coming from above deck. "What the hell?" Ana said aloud, "Are they tearing the ship apart or something?"
"Get dressed and see for yourself. I can't get them to break it up," Will sighed. He sneaked one last look at her sleepy figure and closed the door on his way out. She cursed to herself as she pulled on her dress she had perched over the chair in the corner of the room and slid it on as fast as she could, practically tripping over its off white skirts when she pulled it up her slim body. She didn't bother tying up the back as she ran barefoot up the stairs and squinted as her green eyes adjusted to the fierce sunlight.
June stood atop the crow's nest, yelling down at Sparrow, who was yelling back, red in the face. She was throwing coconuts down at him.
"Oh yeah, Sparrow?" she shouted, "Well ye stay the hell away from me!" June threw another coconut down at him and he ducked. It missed his head by a mere three inches.
Jack hopped around on his toes as he tried to get to the ropes where he could climb up the crow's nest, but she wasn't allowing him to get close enough.
"I thought ye wanted me to do the opposite, luv!" Jack yelled up to her, his kohl-rimmed eyes bulging with anger, "Ye couldn't wait until I gave in to your whorish teasing!"
"Who ye callin' a whore?" she seethed and threw another coconut. This time, it smacked him in the shoulder, causing him to let out a girl- like shriek.
"DAMMIT!" he roared, "Won't you just LISTEN to me? Is it really that hard? Come down here right now before you force me to climb up there!"
"Nuh uh, no way! Once I get down there you're going to kill me."
"What did she do to him?" Ana whispered to Will. They both stared at the hilarious scene that was being played out before their very eyes.
"She accidentally started a fire in his cabin this morning."
Ana snickered and asked, "How did she manage to do that?"
"Beats me. I just heard Jack screaming and when I ran inside, he was stomping on some of his maps. They were goners."
"That's it!" Sparrow shouted, "I'm comin' up!" He began to climb the ropes with quick agility, his hat flying off when he moved quickly to one side to try and ignore the sudden downpour of the island fruit.
"Stay away from me!" June growled, her voice wavering a bit. Jack grinned, noticing that she was nervous. After all, she was trapped up there, and he wasn't stopping until he righted some wrongs.
"Jack!" Ana called, "Let's be rational!"
Jack grinned evilly when he met June's gaze. She was out of coconuts. "One foot closer and I'll spit on ye," she warned, "Seriously, I feel like I have mucus backed up in me throat! There's enough o' it to go around!"
"You are disgustin'," he snarled. He paid no heed to her warning and climbed closer. He winced when he heard her begin to hack loudly.
"You hear that?" she said frantically, "That doesn't sound too healthy! This shit could give ye a disease!"
"I have no doubt," he responded through gritted teeth. His hand touched the crow's nest and he felt her boot against his fingers. She stomped on them and he let out a howl.
"Climb back down," she ordered. He grabbed her leg with the other hand and yanked hard. She fell on her back and that's when he made his move. Jack pounced on her and they both rolled across the tiny crow's nest, arms and legs flying. She bit off a scream when half of her body hung over the side. If she managed to fall, her body would break into little bitty pieces. All the king's horses and all the king's men wouldn't be able to fucking put her back together again.
"Jack!" she whispered hysterically, "Help me up!"
"You throw coconuts at me, threaten to spit at me, and now ye want me help?" Jack snorted, "What is wrong with you?"
"I have a fear of freefalls! This is causin' me emotional harm!" Jack shoved her a good five inches more off of the crow's nest and she screamed. He smiled as he held her by her knees.
"Holy hell! Let me up, Jack!"
"CAPTAIN Jack," he corrected.
"Please, Captain Jack Sparrow!" she whimpered.
"Handsome, devilish, witty Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected again, a smug grin settling over his features.
He heard her exclaim over the side of the crow's nest, "Now that's just goin' too far." He shoved her another inch and she cried out. He felt her leg muscles clench under his fingers and he sighed, realizing his game had come to an end.
"The blood's rushin' to me brain!" she said, almost near tears, "I'm feelin' lightheaded!"
"You stupid gel," he muttered. He pulled her over the side of the nest and almost yelped in surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest, breathing slowly in order to calm herself down.
"And I am not stupid," she said, his shirt muffling her speech just a little.
"Yes ye are," he said quietly, "Did ye really think I would just toss ye over like that?"
"I'm never sure with you," she replied weakly, "Oh, but I did manage to get quite a view while upside down."
"And what did ye see?" Jack asked, having the sudden urge to stroke her hair, say everything was all right, but grimaced and forced that idiotic feeling aside.
"Tortuga's on the horizon."
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Jack found the perfect place to let go of the anchor, and they waited until nightfall in order to waltz into town. The Captain said with a sly smile that he wanted Ana to witness Tortuga when it came alive, and that only happened when the stars appeared and the sun went down.
June grew restless as she cleaned her pair of pistols. Jack watched her out of the corner of his eye underneath his tricorne hat and finally said, "How many pistols have ye got? I'm expectin' ye to start pullin' some out of your boots, shirt, knickers..."
She laughed a low, rich laugh. Cocking one in each hand, she casually commented, "Hey, a girl's got to be prepared, eh?"
He smirked in her direction and replied, "What happened to the traditional sword?"
"I've got one o' those under me pillow, luv. Let's see..." she winked and raised her baggy breeches to her thigh, showing off a dagger tucked in a black garter. "I have one of those too."
"Oh, you also use the garter technique?" Jack said with a grin, "I have 'em in all sorts o' colors."
She snickered and turned to glance at the setting sun. "I see you as a red garter kind o' man."
"Damn straight." He turned and shouted, "Will! Ana! We're leavin' soon, so get ready, savvy?"
Jack turned back around and jumped when he found June standing right in front of him. "So what'll be your order of business in Tortuga?" she questioned slyly.
"Getting me crew back, luv," he said with a sneer, "And as a matter of fact, I don't think they'll take kindly to you."
"Aw, how nice of you, Jack. I bet I'll love them too. Besides," she suddenly made a funny face and said while batting her eyelashes, "Who couldn't love this face?"
Jack groaned and responded, "Will! Ana! Hurry up! I'm getting dumber just by standin' next to this wench." Turning towards the town, whose lights were starting to flicker through the darkness, he added, "It's time to go."
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The moon was full, so full in fact, it was as if it had drunk too much rum and one prick of a needle on its white surface would cause it to explode. It grinned down at them, lighting their path, coaxing them to go further into the grimy depths of the awakened town. Sparrow had always thought Tortuga was a bit like a vampire...it slept by day, and preyed by night.
Of course, Jack never believed in that damn superstitious nonsense.
"Stick close to me, Anastasia," Will whispered into her ear. She nodded anxiously and her eyes widened when they reached the town square. Everyone was yelling, running about, cackling animatedly, firing their pistols, or flashing their long legs under dirty skirts.
One man ran into her as he stumbled past, mumbling incoherently to himself like he had gone mad. Two men were firing their guns and singing a dirty song at the tops of their slurred voices.
Three prostitutes on the street corner directed their gazes at Jack and Will, winking and licking their ruby lips. Their bare shoulders were scrawny, as if they weren't getting enough to eat. Jack threw a couple shillings to them and they practically pounced on them, grabbing them greedily and sticking the coins between the creases of their half exposed breasts.
"Jack Sparrow," one crooned, "I've got somethin' o' mine you'd probably like to see." He tipped his hat at her, grinning as he stared at her longingly.
June hit Jack upside the head. "Ow!" he cried, "What was THAT for?"
"C'mon, ye're buying me a drink before ye go to invest in some evenin' entertainment." Jack huffed at her, but did not argue.
"I can't believe this place," Ana said with complete astonishment, "How can they live like this?"
Jack stopped in front of the nearest tavern with a smug smile still plastered on his face. "Here we go. Remember this place, Will? We went here ages ago."
"I don't think she's ready for this place yet, Jack," Will replied, glancing down at a shocked Anastasia.
"But I work in a tavern," she said, holding her head up high, "I can handle it."
"Love," he said quietly, "You don't work in a tavern like this. Port Royal is a completely different side of the coin." Will glanced up at Sparrow again and said, "We're going to go find a place where we can eat an edible dinner and not have to listen to this consistent roughhousing."
"Crybabies," Jack muttered, "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Oh, let them be," June commented lightly, "That means more rum for us, me dearie!"
"Good point," Jack mused, holding up a finger to his goatee, "All right, go have your boring dinner. We will meet you back at the Pearl at sunrise."
"Sunrise?" Ana raised her eyebrows, "And what will you two be doing since then?"
"Getting drunk," June said with a shrug, "But Jack has different plans, I suppose."
"And they're none of your damn business, Miss Oleander," he said sharply. She held up her hands in mock defeat.
"Now I want ye to watch over Ana," June informed Will, "And if a hair is harmed on her pretty li'l head you'll have to deal with me personally."
"All right. I'll remember that," Will smiled, "Come on, Ana. Let's go." He pulled the hesitant Ana away and down the dark street.
"Poor gel," she murmured, "I hope she doesn't get shit-faced."
"You think she will?" Jack asked.
"I don't know. Tortuga's new for her. Hell, the first time I came here, I went crazy. Got loaded to the gunwalls, I did."
"Why am I not surprised?" Jack muttered and walked into the tavern. June smiled and followed him in.
"Hey, Tate," he hollered. The bartender glanced up and instantly hollered back a warm welcome.
"Jack Sparrow! Why, back so soon? Your crew's been asking about ye."
"If ye see any o' 'em, give 'em the word that we'll be leavin' tomorrow morning. Early."
"Sure will, Jack." Tate, being a rather short, burly man, had to crane his neck a little in order to get a good look at the woman next to him. "Who's the pretty lass?"
"Well, ain't he the charmer?" June teased, "June Oleander at yer service, luv." The older man blushed a deep shade of crimson from her obvious flirtation.
"She's been a thorn in me side the whole way here, Tate," Jack moaned, "Giving me hell 24/7."
"She seems like a feisty one, Captain." When she winked at Tate, his blush darkened. "Yeah, I wouldn't let that one out o' me sight. Because ye won't know how valuable she is until ye lose her."
"Aw, see? People here actually like me," June said, elbowing Jack in the ribcage, "May we please have two mugs o' rum, Tate, me darling? If it isn't too much trouble for a busy man such as yerself."
"Oh, no problem, Oleander. On the house. Won't be but a moment."
"Thanks very much," she said with a genuine smile. Jack pulled her down into a chair and stared at her with a look of frustration. "What?" she questioned innocently.
"That man is at least forty years older than you."
"That's what makes it so much fun," she laughed, "I like making the elders blush."
"What am I goin' to do with ye?" he said, face in his hands, "You'll get me shot by the night's end."
"No, ye won't get shot. I just think you'll be busy all night keeping men away from me."
"And why would I care if men came near ye, luv?" Sparrow asked, his brown eyes hardening, "It's none o' me business."
"Because ye want me all to yourself," she said seductively, leaning closer to him, resting her elbows against the table. He didn't back away from her, just narrowed his eyes as their lips became only an inch apart.
"Am I interrupting something, Captain?"
Jack calmly turned his head to the side and met Mr. Gibbs's amused gaze.
"Ah, Mr. Gibbs, good to see you. No, ye weren't. Actually, thank ye for interruptin'."
"What, this lass givin' ye trouble?" Gibbs said, his own eyes twinkling, "Pity. Usually you're good with the ladies."
"I'm June Oleander," she stated with an impish smile, "A new crew member aboard the Black Pearl."
"Temporary," Jack shot back, "A temporary member."
"Well, Jack...you know what I say about havin' women aboard..." Gibbs said in a scolding tone.
"Yes, and this time I don't disagree with you. This one IS bad luck!"
Mr. Gibbs actually took a step or two away from her. She almost laughed out loud at how superstitious this old man was. "So your name's Gibbs, am I correct?" June questioned politely.
"Yes. I'm one o' the first mates aboard the Pearl."
"Oh. Well I'll be no trouble, Gibbs. I mean, I practice witchcraft sometimes and I worship the Devil, but other than that I'm just a normal pirate."
Gibbs looked like he was going to have a heart attack on the spot. "She's joking," Jack said calmly, shooting her a heated stare, "She doesn't do anythin' o' the sort. Now Gibbs, I want ye to round up the crew. We're leavin' in the mornin'."
"Aye, sir. I'll about do it," he responded. Casting one last weary glance towards June, he was off.
"Are ye going to scare off all o' me crew?" Sparrow asked, "Because I can't manage a ship by me onesies." Two mugs of rum were clinked in front of them and she grabbed one. He was about to take a sip of the other when she touched his arm.
"A toast!" she said merrily, "What should we toast to?"
"Death to June!" he cried out cheerily and was about to take a drink when she touched his arm again.
"Ha. Very funny. How about...to friendship?"
"No. What are we, pansies? Pirates don't toast to friendship," Jack pointed out, looking disgusted with her. He slouched in his chair and took off his hat, resting it on the table. A redheaded whore smiled at him and made a dirty gesture just for his enjoyment.
"How about a toast to prostitution?" he said with a wicked smile.
"No damn way. I'm not wastin' me rum on such a profession," June spat. She rested her head on her hand and stared at him.
"How about to the person who invented rum?" she declared, holding up a finger proudly, looking like she was going to burst into song.
"Aye. To the bastard who invented rum and all o' its intoxicating splendor!" Jack bellowed, his fingers wiggling to his words and his wrists rolling about.
"Indeed!" June added excitedly. They clinked their mugs together and in unison, threw their heads back, letting the alcohol slide down their throats, burning them from the inside and liquefying their organs.
They both came up for air, gasping for breath as they set their mugs back down on the table. Both were empty.
June eyed his mug and said while examining her fingernails, "I bet I could drink more than you could, Sparrow."
He squinted at her through his kohl eyelids. Jack swayed in his chair, pointed a ringed finger at her and said lazily, "Is that a bet, woman?"
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Ana yawned and blinked a couple of times to remove the haziness from her eyes caused by sleep. Arching her back, she glanced over at June's cot...which was undeniably empty. Had she slept in? Where did June go?
Suddenly, Will ran into her room with a wild look in his eyes. He instantly flushed and stared at the floor when he realized he caught her in bed, and in her undergarments, no doubt.
"Don't you knock?" she frowned, pulling the sheets to her chin.
"I thought you'd want to know that Jack and June have gone completely insane."
"What? What's going on?"
And then she heard it. A consistent thumping coming from above deck. "What the hell?" Ana said aloud, "Are they tearing the ship apart or something?"
"Get dressed and see for yourself. I can't get them to break it up," Will sighed. He sneaked one last look at her sleepy figure and closed the door on his way out. She cursed to herself as she pulled on her dress she had perched over the chair in the corner of the room and slid it on as fast as she could, practically tripping over its off white skirts when she pulled it up her slim body. She didn't bother tying up the back as she ran barefoot up the stairs and squinted as her green eyes adjusted to the fierce sunlight.
June stood atop the crow's nest, yelling down at Sparrow, who was yelling back, red in the face. She was throwing coconuts down at him.
"Oh yeah, Sparrow?" she shouted, "Well ye stay the hell away from me!" June threw another coconut down at him and he ducked. It missed his head by a mere three inches.
Jack hopped around on his toes as he tried to get to the ropes where he could climb up the crow's nest, but she wasn't allowing him to get close enough.
"I thought ye wanted me to do the opposite, luv!" Jack yelled up to her, his kohl-rimmed eyes bulging with anger, "Ye couldn't wait until I gave in to your whorish teasing!"
"Who ye callin' a whore?" she seethed and threw another coconut. This time, it smacked him in the shoulder, causing him to let out a girl- like shriek.
"DAMMIT!" he roared, "Won't you just LISTEN to me? Is it really that hard? Come down here right now before you force me to climb up there!"
"Nuh uh, no way! Once I get down there you're going to kill me."
"What did she do to him?" Ana whispered to Will. They both stared at the hilarious scene that was being played out before their very eyes.
"She accidentally started a fire in his cabin this morning."
Ana snickered and asked, "How did she manage to do that?"
"Beats me. I just heard Jack screaming and when I ran inside, he was stomping on some of his maps. They were goners."
"That's it!" Sparrow shouted, "I'm comin' up!" He began to climb the ropes with quick agility, his hat flying off when he moved quickly to one side to try and ignore the sudden downpour of the island fruit.
"Stay away from me!" June growled, her voice wavering a bit. Jack grinned, noticing that she was nervous. After all, she was trapped up there, and he wasn't stopping until he righted some wrongs.
"Jack!" Ana called, "Let's be rational!"
Jack grinned evilly when he met June's gaze. She was out of coconuts. "One foot closer and I'll spit on ye," she warned, "Seriously, I feel like I have mucus backed up in me throat! There's enough o' it to go around!"
"You are disgustin'," he snarled. He paid no heed to her warning and climbed closer. He winced when he heard her begin to hack loudly.
"You hear that?" she said frantically, "That doesn't sound too healthy! This shit could give ye a disease!"
"I have no doubt," he responded through gritted teeth. His hand touched the crow's nest and he felt her boot against his fingers. She stomped on them and he let out a howl.
"Climb back down," she ordered. He grabbed her leg with the other hand and yanked hard. She fell on her back and that's when he made his move. Jack pounced on her and they both rolled across the tiny crow's nest, arms and legs flying. She bit off a scream when half of her body hung over the side. If she managed to fall, her body would break into little bitty pieces. All the king's horses and all the king's men wouldn't be able to fucking put her back together again.
"Jack!" she whispered hysterically, "Help me up!"
"You throw coconuts at me, threaten to spit at me, and now ye want me help?" Jack snorted, "What is wrong with you?"
"I have a fear of freefalls! This is causin' me emotional harm!" Jack shoved her a good five inches more off of the crow's nest and she screamed. He smiled as he held her by her knees.
"Holy hell! Let me up, Jack!"
"CAPTAIN Jack," he corrected.
"Please, Captain Jack Sparrow!" she whimpered.
"Handsome, devilish, witty Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected again, a smug grin settling over his features.
He heard her exclaim over the side of the crow's nest, "Now that's just goin' too far." He shoved her another inch and she cried out. He felt her leg muscles clench under his fingers and he sighed, realizing his game had come to an end.
"The blood's rushin' to me brain!" she said, almost near tears, "I'm feelin' lightheaded!"
"You stupid gel," he muttered. He pulled her over the side of the nest and almost yelped in surprise when she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face into his chest, breathing slowly in order to calm herself down.
"And I am not stupid," she said, his shirt muffling her speech just a little.
"Yes ye are," he said quietly, "Did ye really think I would just toss ye over like that?"
"I'm never sure with you," she replied weakly, "Oh, but I did manage to get quite a view while upside down."
"And what did ye see?" Jack asked, having the sudden urge to stroke her hair, say everything was all right, but grimaced and forced that idiotic feeling aside.
"Tortuga's on the horizon."
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Jack found the perfect place to let go of the anchor, and they waited until nightfall in order to waltz into town. The Captain said with a sly smile that he wanted Ana to witness Tortuga when it came alive, and that only happened when the stars appeared and the sun went down.
June grew restless as she cleaned her pair of pistols. Jack watched her out of the corner of his eye underneath his tricorne hat and finally said, "How many pistols have ye got? I'm expectin' ye to start pullin' some out of your boots, shirt, knickers..."
She laughed a low, rich laugh. Cocking one in each hand, she casually commented, "Hey, a girl's got to be prepared, eh?"
He smirked in her direction and replied, "What happened to the traditional sword?"
"I've got one o' those under me pillow, luv. Let's see..." she winked and raised her baggy breeches to her thigh, showing off a dagger tucked in a black garter. "I have one of those too."
"Oh, you also use the garter technique?" Jack said with a grin, "I have 'em in all sorts o' colors."
She snickered and turned to glance at the setting sun. "I see you as a red garter kind o' man."
"Damn straight." He turned and shouted, "Will! Ana! We're leavin' soon, so get ready, savvy?"
Jack turned back around and jumped when he found June standing right in front of him. "So what'll be your order of business in Tortuga?" she questioned slyly.
"Getting me crew back, luv," he said with a sneer, "And as a matter of fact, I don't think they'll take kindly to you."
"Aw, how nice of you, Jack. I bet I'll love them too. Besides," she suddenly made a funny face and said while batting her eyelashes, "Who couldn't love this face?"
Jack groaned and responded, "Will! Ana! Hurry up! I'm getting dumber just by standin' next to this wench." Turning towards the town, whose lights were starting to flicker through the darkness, he added, "It's time to go."
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The moon was full, so full in fact, it was as if it had drunk too much rum and one prick of a needle on its white surface would cause it to explode. It grinned down at them, lighting their path, coaxing them to go further into the grimy depths of the awakened town. Sparrow had always thought Tortuga was a bit like a vampire...it slept by day, and preyed by night.
Of course, Jack never believed in that damn superstitious nonsense.
"Stick close to me, Anastasia," Will whispered into her ear. She nodded anxiously and her eyes widened when they reached the town square. Everyone was yelling, running about, cackling animatedly, firing their pistols, or flashing their long legs under dirty skirts.
One man ran into her as he stumbled past, mumbling incoherently to himself like he had gone mad. Two men were firing their guns and singing a dirty song at the tops of their slurred voices.
Three prostitutes on the street corner directed their gazes at Jack and Will, winking and licking their ruby lips. Their bare shoulders were scrawny, as if they weren't getting enough to eat. Jack threw a couple shillings to them and they practically pounced on them, grabbing them greedily and sticking the coins between the creases of their half exposed breasts.
"Jack Sparrow," one crooned, "I've got somethin' o' mine you'd probably like to see." He tipped his hat at her, grinning as he stared at her longingly.
June hit Jack upside the head. "Ow!" he cried, "What was THAT for?"
"C'mon, ye're buying me a drink before ye go to invest in some evenin' entertainment." Jack huffed at her, but did not argue.
"I can't believe this place," Ana said with complete astonishment, "How can they live like this?"
Jack stopped in front of the nearest tavern with a smug smile still plastered on his face. "Here we go. Remember this place, Will? We went here ages ago."
"I don't think she's ready for this place yet, Jack," Will replied, glancing down at a shocked Anastasia.
"But I work in a tavern," she said, holding her head up high, "I can handle it."
"Love," he said quietly, "You don't work in a tavern like this. Port Royal is a completely different side of the coin." Will glanced up at Sparrow again and said, "We're going to go find a place where we can eat an edible dinner and not have to listen to this consistent roughhousing."
"Crybabies," Jack muttered, "Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Oh, let them be," June commented lightly, "That means more rum for us, me dearie!"
"Good point," Jack mused, holding up a finger to his goatee, "All right, go have your boring dinner. We will meet you back at the Pearl at sunrise."
"Sunrise?" Ana raised her eyebrows, "And what will you two be doing since then?"
"Getting drunk," June said with a shrug, "But Jack has different plans, I suppose."
"And they're none of your damn business, Miss Oleander," he said sharply. She held up her hands in mock defeat.
"Now I want ye to watch over Ana," June informed Will, "And if a hair is harmed on her pretty li'l head you'll have to deal with me personally."
"All right. I'll remember that," Will smiled, "Come on, Ana. Let's go." He pulled the hesitant Ana away and down the dark street.
"Poor gel," she murmured, "I hope she doesn't get shit-faced."
"You think she will?" Jack asked.
"I don't know. Tortuga's new for her. Hell, the first time I came here, I went crazy. Got loaded to the gunwalls, I did."
"Why am I not surprised?" Jack muttered and walked into the tavern. June smiled and followed him in.
"Hey, Tate," he hollered. The bartender glanced up and instantly hollered back a warm welcome.
"Jack Sparrow! Why, back so soon? Your crew's been asking about ye."
"If ye see any o' 'em, give 'em the word that we'll be leavin' tomorrow morning. Early."
"Sure will, Jack." Tate, being a rather short, burly man, had to crane his neck a little in order to get a good look at the woman next to him. "Who's the pretty lass?"
"Well, ain't he the charmer?" June teased, "June Oleander at yer service, luv." The older man blushed a deep shade of crimson from her obvious flirtation.
"She's been a thorn in me side the whole way here, Tate," Jack moaned, "Giving me hell 24/7."
"She seems like a feisty one, Captain." When she winked at Tate, his blush darkened. "Yeah, I wouldn't let that one out o' me sight. Because ye won't know how valuable she is until ye lose her."
"Aw, see? People here actually like me," June said, elbowing Jack in the ribcage, "May we please have two mugs o' rum, Tate, me darling? If it isn't too much trouble for a busy man such as yerself."
"Oh, no problem, Oleander. On the house. Won't be but a moment."
"Thanks very much," she said with a genuine smile. Jack pulled her down into a chair and stared at her with a look of frustration. "What?" she questioned innocently.
"That man is at least forty years older than you."
"That's what makes it so much fun," she laughed, "I like making the elders blush."
"What am I goin' to do with ye?" he said, face in his hands, "You'll get me shot by the night's end."
"No, ye won't get shot. I just think you'll be busy all night keeping men away from me."
"And why would I care if men came near ye, luv?" Sparrow asked, his brown eyes hardening, "It's none o' me business."
"Because ye want me all to yourself," she said seductively, leaning closer to him, resting her elbows against the table. He didn't back away from her, just narrowed his eyes as their lips became only an inch apart.
"Am I interrupting something, Captain?"
Jack calmly turned his head to the side and met Mr. Gibbs's amused gaze.
"Ah, Mr. Gibbs, good to see you. No, ye weren't. Actually, thank ye for interruptin'."
"What, this lass givin' ye trouble?" Gibbs said, his own eyes twinkling, "Pity. Usually you're good with the ladies."
"I'm June Oleander," she stated with an impish smile, "A new crew member aboard the Black Pearl."
"Temporary," Jack shot back, "A temporary member."
"Well, Jack...you know what I say about havin' women aboard..." Gibbs said in a scolding tone.
"Yes, and this time I don't disagree with you. This one IS bad luck!"
Mr. Gibbs actually took a step or two away from her. She almost laughed out loud at how superstitious this old man was. "So your name's Gibbs, am I correct?" June questioned politely.
"Yes. I'm one o' the first mates aboard the Pearl."
"Oh. Well I'll be no trouble, Gibbs. I mean, I practice witchcraft sometimes and I worship the Devil, but other than that I'm just a normal pirate."
Gibbs looked like he was going to have a heart attack on the spot. "She's joking," Jack said calmly, shooting her a heated stare, "She doesn't do anythin' o' the sort. Now Gibbs, I want ye to round up the crew. We're leavin' in the mornin'."
"Aye, sir. I'll about do it," he responded. Casting one last weary glance towards June, he was off.
"Are ye going to scare off all o' me crew?" Sparrow asked, "Because I can't manage a ship by me onesies." Two mugs of rum were clinked in front of them and she grabbed one. He was about to take a sip of the other when she touched his arm.
"A toast!" she said merrily, "What should we toast to?"
"Death to June!" he cried out cheerily and was about to take a drink when she touched his arm again.
"Ha. Very funny. How about...to friendship?"
"No. What are we, pansies? Pirates don't toast to friendship," Jack pointed out, looking disgusted with her. He slouched in his chair and took off his hat, resting it on the table. A redheaded whore smiled at him and made a dirty gesture just for his enjoyment.
"How about a toast to prostitution?" he said with a wicked smile.
"No damn way. I'm not wastin' me rum on such a profession," June spat. She rested her head on her hand and stared at him.
"How about to the person who invented rum?" she declared, holding up a finger proudly, looking like she was going to burst into song.
"Aye. To the bastard who invented rum and all o' its intoxicating splendor!" Jack bellowed, his fingers wiggling to his words and his wrists rolling about.
"Indeed!" June added excitedly. They clinked their mugs together and in unison, threw their heads back, letting the alcohol slide down their throats, burning them from the inside and liquefying their organs.
They both came up for air, gasping for breath as they set their mugs back down on the table. Both were empty.
June eyed his mug and said while examining her fingernails, "I bet I could drink more than you could, Sparrow."
He squinted at her through his kohl eyelids. Jack swayed in his chair, pointed a ringed finger at her and said lazily, "Is that a bet, woman?"
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