A/N: Hey guys I forgot to write that this is a mirror Fanfic to Ch-ch-ch-Cherry Bomb who is writing A Pirate's Life for Me! You should go check it out if you want to understand the WHOLE story! Well hope you guys are enjoying!
I took a step into the small, old musky shop. It was a gypsy's shop and I was told that the woman there might be able to tell me about my father. The shop was old and dusty, full of unusual things from the other side. I walked among the dusty shelves filled with the dark and the creepy. I returned to the front counter and waited.
A lady dressed in what seemed like scraps to me entered the room. Her hair was white and tainted with dirt and some strands were braided. I waited for her as she shuffled away to the countertop that was only a plank of wood. She looked at me with piercing eyes; one of them as blue as the Caribbean and the other an icy pale blue, almost as if it were winter itself trapped there.
"I know what you're here for." The old woman said pointing a crooked finger at me.
"Great. That can just save you and me some time if we just cut to the chase." I said uncomfortable with her judging eyes looking at me.
"I do not know where Brimstone Burton is child but I do know that, in order to obtain what was wanted so long ago you must first acquire what you desire now. He will help you with your quest. He has something that could help find your father! But if you diddle dally and longer your chance will be lost and thus ending your life with much misery as you sink lower into Davy Jones's locker! Now go child! Run with wind! You know where he's at! I said go now!" The woman yelled at me.
I ran out of the shop and into the streets of the busy world. I had no idea whatsoever of what that woman said but strangely me heart was screaming, "Yes! Yes! YES! She's right!" and I had to find him quick. I knew he was only here for a short time. I knew where the tavern was and I didn't stop running until I was there.
It was a rather rowdy place with crude language flying left and right. I noticed a familiar face of a wench I had met long ago on the ship. My eyes then shifted to a long line and decided to start there and ask if anyone had seen Jack. I pulled up the hood of my traveling cloak that I had bought here in port.
I jumped in line behind this round pirate who was chugging a large bottle of some sort of alcoholic beverage. I poked him with one of my slender fingers as it sunk into his rather plump skin. The man turned around, clearly drunk out of his mind. I laughed so hard on the inside but then I cleared my throat getting ready to produce my man voice.
"What's this line for mate?" I asked keeping my head low.
"Ah there's this dumb nit, think his name is Sparrow, he's giving a free bottle of rum to each man that signs up." The man said as he turned around to move up. How it sounded like Jack.
The line inched up closer and closer. I was almost there that I could here the names being called off and soon I was able to hear the scratching of the pen. Pretty soon it was the man's turn in front of me. I was far to busy lost in thought of what I was going to say that I didn't notice everyone in the line to leave.
"Sir we're out of rum. Go home." Mr. Gibbs said as I snapped out of my thoughts.
"No." I muttered.
"But we're out of rum." He said.
I walked toward the table and picked up a knife, I could see Jack looking at me with curiosity, and then I slammed the knife into the table. "I'm not interested in rum nor treasure, nor adventure. I just want to protect that fool from getting himself killed." I yelled.
"Ok then I'll put you down then. Name?" Mr. Gibbs asked I heard the chair scrape as Jack stood up.
I paused. "Name sir?"
"You can put me down as Lizzy!" I said thrusting the hood up and out of my face.
"Well that was unexpected love." Jack said staring at me.
"Yeah well you're going to thank me that moment when you've gotten yourself into some sort of trouble and I save your ass from it." I said smirking at him and his drunken look.
"Hmm I'll be looking forward to that day. Bar tender! Two bottles of rum please." Jack said clapping his hands.
The bar tender glared at him. He kept glancing up at the stairs and then at Jack. It made me uneasy but I grabbed a seat and pulled it up to the table, which Jack and Mr. Gibbs sat now. He placed a bottle of rum in front of Jack and then me. Mr. Gibbs took the last swig of rum in his bottle and then got up.
"I'll be headed to the ladies now Jack. I'll guess I'll be expecting you there later on?" Mr. Gibbs asked.
I glared at Jack. "No I don't think I will." Jack said his eyes infixed with mine.
"All right then. Play nicely." Mr. Gibbs said as he turned and left Jack and I alone.
It was quite for a while. Jack had opened his bottle and started to drink from it. I looked at mine the thirst for it burning in my throat, but I shouldn't. I couldn't trust myself around him drunk. We might end up doing something that we may not want to do, or better yet something I don't want to do. Finally the burning thirst for it took over and I picked up the bottle trying to open it. I tried but I couldn't and then Jack reached over and took out a dagger and stuck it into the cork and then popped it off. He then handed it back to me.
"Thanks." I muttered. I took a sip, the rum was warm going down my throat and I shuddered from the warm sensation. I looked at Jack who was looking at me. "What?" I asked.
"Nothing. I was just wondering the real reason why you came back." Jack said his voice was very slurred.
"The truth is I need help finding my father." I sighed.
"Ah. At least you were honest with me. No one ever really tells me the truth." Jack said looking at the table.
"Hmm yeah." I agreed as I took another hearty swig of my drink. I was putting a dent in it now and the room was getting fuzzy.
"Your father. I knew him." Jack said after a rather long pause from either of us.
"What?!" I exclaimed as rum spouted from my mouth and nose; burning. I started coughing trying to breath.
"I knew your father." Jack repeated.
"Where? Jack where is my father?" I asked now; recovered from the shock.
"I don't know. It was a long time ago." Jack said distant but he then brought himself back and then stared at me.
"Oh." I said sinking lower into my seat. Gulping more of the rum down now.
It was a while. A lot of the people had cleared out; in fact all of the people had left. It was just Jack and I. The bar tender walked over with a stern look on his face. Jack looked at him with smiling eyes and a sheepish grin.
"Pay for a room or leave." He said coldly.
"While I don't know about you love but I'm getting a room. How about you? Do you have a place to stay?" Jack turned to ask me.
"No." I don't know why I said this. I could have slept out on the streets. Teresa would have given me a room at the whorehouse.
"Alright one room please." Jack said shoving twenty coins toward the bar tender.
"Up stairs and three doors down to your right." He said handing Jack a key.
I stood up when Jack did and fell back in my seat. The weight of the world had caught up to me and the room was spinning. Jack helped me back up slowly, placing my right arm on his firm, strong shoulders.
"I think you had a little too much to drink love." He said smiling at me. I stuck my tongue out at him and he smiled more.
We walked up the stairs and then three doors down to our right and as we past them I couldn't help but hearing noises from inside one of them. I blushed and then turned my head into Jack. He chuckled.
Sounds like somebody is having a good night." He laughed and I couldn't help but laugh too; I loved the sound of his deep base voice and my light melodic one.
Jack turned the key and we stepped into our room. He walked me over to the bed and then I sat down on it. He sat down next to me and started removing his boots. I attempted removing mine but I was to drunk to even loosen the strings on them. Jack smiled at me and then got off of the bed and then in front of me. He gently started to unlace the right boot. I looked down at him confused. He lifted my foot up and then slid the boot off. He then did the same for the other and then his hands traveled up to my corset but then he paused looking me in the eyes. I snapped out of them and tried to undo the lace but it just wasn't happening for me. I was just too drunk! So his fingers started from the top and worked their way down to the bottom. His hands captivated me. My face was growing hot and he looked at me with those eyes. Oh those God forsaken eyes!
His face inched closer to my face and my lips quivered in fear. The kisses I knew of were harsh and lustful kisses. I was scared but I wanted it for some reason. To feel his lips upon mine would to be like heaven. I moved my lips to his and I placed my hands on his face. His kissed me ever so tenderly. It was as if the breeze itself was kissing me. I wanted more though and I hinted that I wanted more so he kissed me harder; pulling me close to him and them wrapping me in his arms. He slowly stood and so did I, for I didn't want to break this moment nor breath. But we had to at some point and so we broke free of our embrace.
He pushed me onto the bed gently and then pinned me down. His hands were on both sides of my head and his breath was hot on my neck. Our breathing was heavy and in rhythm. I grasped his head with my hands and sent light kisses down his jaw line. He pulled away and then kissed me passionately on the lips. My hands were traveling up and down his chest; each time going lower. Until I hit his belt buckle, which I then tugged at and tried to, undo and then Jack stood up. I thought he was going to do it for me but he took in a deep breath and then leaned down next to my ear.
"Why did you stop? Don't stop." I almost moaned.
"No love. This is where we end it. Good night." Jack said as he kissed my forehead and went to go take a pillow and the quilt and made a bed on the floor.
I lied there coming down from the intensity. I sat up, picked up a boot and then chucked it at him. He didn't say a word though, but I heard it hit him. I lied down on the bed and pulled the blanket up to me. I blew out the light in the lamp and then closed my eyes to go to sleep.