I awoke to a cool, musky cabin. Great, back at square one again and I was disappointed to see I was still alive too. I sat up gently and rubbed my head in pain, feeling a rather small bump there, lovely. I looked around more. The cabin color was black, kind of dark and gloomy if you asked me. I swung my legs over and stood up finding I was only wearing the shirt that I had under my corset. Speaking of I glanced out of the corner of my eye and saw it lying on a table full of dusty old maps. I walked over and frowned when I saw the lace had been cut. Well, at least I never had to wear the God damned thing again. I tossed it aside and started to pace around with my hands glued to my hips. I was wearing anything much but I had to get out of here and find whoever was in charge.
Making up my mind I marched toward the doors leading to the deck and flung them open. I stepped outside and I raised my head high. I started to walk toward the dead center of the ship, and out of the corner of my eyes I saw men dropping what they were doing and staring at me opened mouth. It disgusted me the way a pirate looked at a woman as if she were nothing but a piece of meat. I turned around toward the small group of men that had gathered behind me.
"Who here on this God damned vessel is the captain! Hmm? Any of you know or do you just not have a captain?" I asked placing my hands on my hips and glared at the group of men.
"That'd be me love." Said a voice behind me. I spun around to find chocolate eyes that matched mine. Never had I seen the same eyes except when I looked into a mirror.
"Is that so?" I sneered.
"Yes, I am the greatly know Captain Jack Sparrow!" This Jack Sparrow person said with a bow.
"Never heard of him." I coughed.
"Really?" Jack said with questioning eyes.
"Yes. Really. Now what is your business with keeping me here?" I asked bluntly.
"You don't want to be a pirate anymore Lizzy?" Jack asked.
"Excuse me? How do you know my name?" I asked questioning him.
"I don't know your name. I said you're not restricted to my ship, the Black Pearl, but that you don't have much choice of going anywhere because its here or that big blue wet thing out there. Savvy?" Jack said pacing back and forth.
"Oh. Well how soon will you be going to port then?" I asked glad to hear I wasn't being held hostage.
"Oh I'd say we're about what, two day travel from Tortuga?" Jack said turning to the man on his right.
"Aye Jack! Two days travel." The man said.
"Thank you Mr. Gibbs. There you have it miss. We'll sail you to Tortuga and drop you off there. We need to stock up on rum anyways." Jack said turning to the crew, which gave a joyful cheer of pleasure.
"I don't know how to thank you!" I exclaimed in excitement.
"You could start by doing me and my crew a favor by putting on some clothes before we give into our weak man temptations." Jack said turning my way giving me a charming smile.
"Oh yes. Uh clothes…" I strained. What clothes? I had none.
"Don't fret my love. In my cabin there's a chest full of some clothes I picked up from other ships. Pick something out that you like." Jack said smiling at me.
"Ok. Thanks." I blushed.
I turned around and the sea of men made way for me. I walked into the cabin and closed the doors. Once the door clicked shut I sighed a huge sigh of relief. I spotted the great big oak chest in the corner. I opened it and began sorting through the clothes. There were some really pretty dresses and even an exotic Arabian outfit, just like the one my father got me when I was little. I spotted a black corset and decided to go from there. I laced it up tight but not to wear it would cut off my breathing circulation. I then found a pair of faded worn black pants. I slipped them over my legs and saw that fit tightly over the curves. I then slipped on a pair of worn brown boots. I also took a triangular hat from the chest.
I walked over to the mirror that was in the cabin and looked over my choice of outfit; not total boyish but all of the comfortable benefits of dressing like a boy. I walked out of the cabin but before opening the door I picked up a sword and looped it around my waist.
The setting sun hit my skin as I wandered out of the cabin onto the deck. I looked around and decided to lean against the rail for some fresh sea air. I stared at the pretty colors of the sunset. I was so lost in thought that I didn't hear someone lean right beside me.
"Rum love?" Jack said in a slurred voice.
"Oh thanks." I said taking a swig from his bottle I handed it back to him but he gestured me to keep it.
"So it seems to me that you don't like pirates all that much." Jack said.
"You're right but I don't like British Navy much either." I said taking another swing from the bottle flinching at my harsh past life.
"And why is that?" Jack asked turning his head toward mine with his back up against the railing.
"You know my father was a great pirate." I said.
"Really?" Jack asked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Yeah, and a great father." I continued; this rum was getting to my head.
"What happened?" Jack asked.
"British bastards came along and attacked my dad's ship. I was put in a boat and was set out to sea my father. I saw his ship go under, and I can't remember much. Then that bastard pirate found me and raised me to be his whore. Made me watch when he was with his other lady lovers, to take notes he said." I said spitting into the sea and turned over so my back was on the railing too.
"Tough life love." Jack said taking the bottle from me to take a swing and then gave it back to me.
"Yeah, a tough life." I said staring into the pink sky.
"So do you know anything about this pirating stuff?" Jack asked.
"Well sure! Hah! My dad taught me how to shoot and wield a sword and to lie, mother didn't like that at all!" I said giving a hearty laugh. This was some good rum.
"How about showing Jack some of your tricks then?" Jack said pulling me to him.
"You know if I wasn't so drunk I would have to slap you for that." I said smiling.
"I know. Now come on. Withdraw your sword." Jack said.
I withdrew my sword as he did. We clashed swords and the sound of our blades cut into the dead night. After what seemed like hours and many more swigs from the bottle we both fell down to the deck floor. Giggling like crazy.
"You know I never got your name love." Jack said pulling me to his chest.
"It's Lizzy." I murmured.
"Hmm, that sounds familiar to me." He said scratching his chin.
But I had already fallen asleep on his chest, beneath the starry sky.