In Tortuga…
Jack swaggered into the tavern and was given somewhat of a greeting from the ones who recognized him. Nodding slightly, he sat next to the large counter and ordered a bottle of rum. Having not consumed any alcohol for about two days, Jack gulped it down quickly and ordered another. Receiving two coins, the large bar maiden looked up at Jack and recognized him.
"Well, if it ain't da famous Jack Sparrow."
"Captain Jack Sparrow," he mumbled, looking down at his half empty bottle. He was getting tired of correcting everyone.
"Ah, but where's ya ship, den?" she asked, leaning on the counter and blinking violently at him.
Scowling and taking another swig of the rum, Jack muttered "I'm in the market, as it were."
"Ye seem ter always be sayin' dat, Captain." She replied with a spit.
He took another long drink of the rum, glaring at her. These women always seemed to get into his business. They were desperate for gossip to bring around the next day. On top of that, all of them had the most annoying voices Jack had ever heard.
"Is there a room here I can have?" he asked her, getting annoyed at her flirtatious attempts.
"How much ye got?"
Jack pulled out a small bag of gold. The bar maiden gave him a skeptical look, raising her eyebrows and cocking her head to the side.
"It's all I got!" he argued to her silence. "I swear!" Still, he received the same stare.
Rolling his eyes, Jack mumbled something rude about her and reluctantly pulled out another bag.
Smiling contently, the woman took the bags in one hand and pointed up the stairs behind her with the other.
"Second door ter da left. Should keep ya happy." She winked at his suggestively only to get Jack's dark eyelids and a shaking head in response.
"No women sent up there, ya hear me?" he told her, pointing accusingly. "None."
Walking up the creaky stairs, she heard him mumble to himself, "Had enough women to last my life."
Shaking her head and drying a dirty glass with a dirty wash rag, she spoke to another man, "Captain Jack Sparrow not wantin' women? Now dat… dat a first." Nodding in drunken agreement, the man took another swig as they both heard the slam of a door above them.
One week later…
Barbossa and Elizabeth stepped off the Black Pearl and onto the port of Tortuga.
Looking around, Elizabeth commented, "Well, it took us long enough." Glaring at Barbossa, she continued, "we could have easily avoided that storm if you would have simply listened to me."
"It was the quickest way…" he began to argue.
"…but it turned out the longest way," Elizabeth retorted.
"The point is that we're here!" Avoiding any more of her snarky remarks, Barbossa walked onto the land. Elizabeth followed close behind.
"Where should we look first?" she spoke loudly over the whoops, hollers, and guns being fired all around.
"May I remind you that this was yer idea," he replied. "You should be telling mewhere we're looking."
Elizabeth glanced around at all of the taverns. Every single place appeared to be the same to her. She looked up at all of the old, faded signs and finally found one that seemed to satisfy her: Tavern - Drink, Food, & Rooms.
"How about here?" Elizabeth suggested.
Barbossa rolled his eyes. There were about twelve other pubs with almost the exact same sign. "Okay then," he doubtfully agreed.
Noticing his lack of enthusiasm for her ideas, Elizabeth replied, "Well, someone in there is bound to know if he is at least still in Tortuga." She began to walk towards the tavern, attempting to be confident in her decision. Once Barbossa was out of earshot, Elizabeth muttered to herself, "Someone has got to."
Elizabeth found the place rowdy and loud upon opening the doors. It was not unlike the scene outside. Walking over to the counter, Elizabeth spoke to a large woman attempting to wipe the surface down with a dirty rag.
"Excuse me?" Elizabeth shouted as politely as she could.
The bar maiden looked up when addressed.
Elizabeth continued, "We were wondering if you've seen a man by the name of Sparrow around here lately."
The woman crossed her arms and adjusted her hips as she stared Elizabeth down.
"I migh've." Smirking, she added, "It'll cost ya, d'ough."
Reaching from behind Elizabeth, Barbossa placed a small bag of coins on the counter in front of them.
Snatching the bag quickly and jingling it next to her ear, the bar maiden smiled and pointed to the stairs.
"Second door ter da left. Hasn't come out 'cept fer rum an' food. Won't even let a damn womanin!" she turned around and started muttering to herself, rearranging the rum bottles as she did so.
Turning to face Barbossa, Elizabeth casually leaned against the counter and raised her eyebrows.
"You can thank me anytime," she said boastfully, waving her hand back as if awaiting applause.
Barbossa glared at her, grabbed Elizabeth by the wrist, and forcefully pulled her up the stairs in search of the man who stole his map.