Hi! Next bit, I hope people are reading this :3 so DUDE REVIEW! Pleaaaseee I will give you a pair of pirate boots! Honest! So this story is a little dark and I apologies for that xD Ok and check out my other story please! For those of you reading that, I plan to do a big chunk soon do not worry I am just waiting for inspiration! Its pretty much getting to the climax btw so you will have to wait and see what happens! (hopefully it will be VERY dramatic) So yeah leave a review! I don't own Jack *jumps of bridge and kills self* So um yeah REVIEW ;)
I jolted awake. Sweat was dripping from my forehead, my hair matted at the nape of my neck. Just a dream. I had seen his face, the man. I had lived through it again only this time, Jack didn't come, my angel didn't protect me. I had seen the repulsive creatures toothless smile as he had his way with me in the street. It was so vivid that I smelt his foul breath. I had screamed but no one had come and I had just been led to bleed and die. He had laughed at me, hit me and used me until I just had nothing left. What really scared me is that I knew if it weren't for the man next to me, that dream would have been a reality. As my pulse slowed I tried to calm myself just listening to his light snore. He was deep in sleep, so cautiously, making sure I didn't wake him, I slid my body closer to his and felt the warmth of his back and smelt the sea air that clung to him. He smelt like freedom, like everything I wanted, the sea breeze running through my hair with a bottle of rum to drown any sorrow and an ocean to drown myself. I had often thought of that, just stepping into the ocean and never coming back out. I don't think any one would notice I was gone, I could just disappear into time and the world would keep on turning. I would let the waves wash over me until the end of time. But for some reason, tonight, even after all that had happened I felt...something. A tiny small something, a reason to stay alive, even if it was just to know Jack's last name. That was reason enough for me. I was so utterly and stupidly contented with that, that I let the sound of Jack's steady breathing lull me to sleep once more.
When my eyes fluttered open again, I was pressed right up against Jack chest to chest, his arm resting loosely on me. I jumped back as though his touch had burned my skin. I felt electricity pulse through me at the warmth of his golden flesh. I didn't even know who he was but it was like a storm was brewing up in the pit of my stomach. Maybe it was because I had never had a friend or just anyone really. I was probably just over exited at the thought of an actual real person who was not going to beat me and insult me to talk too. But then again this current I felt racing around my body... I hand't realised how long and how intently I had been staring at him, but when he opened one eye sleepily to smirk at me and add 'see anythin' you like love?' I guessed it must have been a while. I turned away as I felt heat come into my cheeks, no doubt turning them an outrages shade of scarlett, Jack chuckled under his breath before groggily standing up and stretching out his muscular body. I so desperately wanted to talk to him. To really talk, to someone, hell anyone would do! But I felt so awkward and I wasn't used to company of any kind, I just didn't know where to start. Jack gave me occasional sideways glances as he noticed my unease. 'Something be troublin' ye?' I shook my head and bit my lip, damn I wanted to just talk, he had only heard a couple of short sentences and for just once in my life I wanted someone to know me! Even if it was just a small bit, for once I wanted someone I didn't have to be afraid off. Summoning the little courage I had I took a deep breath, and spoke. 'Why did you help me?' My voice had sounded like a pathetic little whisper. I was more than that voice, the voice I had learnt to use. He didn't look at me as he answered. 'Ah well luv, if a girl is gettin' attacked in the street, and I was to just walk past well then... What kind of a man would I be?' I hmmm'd at him slightly whilst he knocked out a leather hat. 'A normal one.' I concluded aloud. He turned to look at me, his eyebrows knitting together, he sashayed over and sat down on the bed beside me, sending my heart cartwheeling out of control. Why did his eyes have to do that? 'What exactly happened to you love?' I laughed internally at his casual, frequent use of that particular term of endearment. But realised what he asked me and my chest tightened. But I told him, we sat for goodness knows how many hours. I talked vibrantly about what it was like back in Scotland, about why I left and how I found work. What I had done and what I thought was going to happen. I just told him...everything. He listened more than intently, occasionally raising his eyebrows or making faces at the descriptions I gave him. It felt strange in a way for someone who had really come out of no where to know me like this, to hear my story. I finished finally as we both sat cross legged on the bed opposite each other. He knew now my real name was Finvarra, that people called me Eala, that I was 17 about a month ago and that my life wasn't going very well at the moment to say the least. Silence filled the air when I had finished talking, and things grew a little awkward, so I decided it was his turn to fill the silence. 'So how about you? Surely you have a story?' He flashed me a glorious lopsided grin, showing one golden tooth before launching in too a story I could have listened to for years. He had just turned eighteen now and he had already done so much. I had dreamt about places like Ship Wreck Cove when I was small, and being where he grew up I was incredibly envious of him. He told me his dream of becoming 'Captain Jack Sparrow, the most infamous pirate in the world' And I honestly hadn't felt myself smile so much in years. At some points he would get carried away with his story and start walking about the room, animating his tales with extravagant hand gestures. 'So!' He said, almost out of breath, sitting heavily back down on the bed. He looked straight in my eyes, smiling slightly, and I looked in his. I got so lost in them, I hadn't noticed myself leaning closer in to him until I could almost feel his hot breath on my face. I instantly looked away, blushing, causing him to grin widely. 'I will need to go and work soon' I said, rather spoiling the moment, but if I was late is read to think what would happen. I started work at about seven and it was crazy how long we had sat listening to each other. 'Oh.' He said making big puppy dog eyes. 'Stay a little longer darlin'.'
'O.k' Two letters from my mouth and he smiled again. I was waiting to wake up from this dream, hoping I never would. Jack reached out to brush a thumb against the cut on my cheek, I winced at the touch of his rough skin on my bruises and wounds. 'One day you know, we should sail the entire ocean together love, the most feared and famous pirates in the world! You can go to Scotland and then we can go everywhere! China, India, America...everywhere. And you can be happy, and so will I. I promise Fin.' I beamed at his radiant hope and energy. 'What did you call me?' I giggled. He chuckled with me. 'Fin! For Finvarra.' I considered that for a moment. 'I like it!' Never in my life had I connected with a person so intensely, so quickly. It made all my scars and bruises, each rib that protruded farther than it should seem so utterly insignificant and painless that it broke my heart to think I had to leave soon. But I had to none the less. 'Jack I really have to be going' he nodded glumly in response, before grabbing me by the hand and tugging me out the door, we crept down the stairs, stifling laughter. We tried to sneak past the stocky woman in the bottom room but didn't succeed in going unnoticed. 'Bloody hell it's about time you too! Young ones honestly they can never be satisfied.' She said with a shake of her head. We both hung our heads in embarrassment before we crashed out of the door. We turned to each other slowly and simultaneously burst into whooping laughter. I had to hold by side with the pain of not being able to breath in the very best way, whilst Jack tried very hard not to fall over. I think my hand he was still holding was the only thing keeping him up. It was a better feeling than I had had in years. In forever. I ignored the pain in my face and just continued to smile like a lunatic. When our laughter died down and the sky began to dull, though our faces grew serious, neither of us wanted the moment to become sad. 'Bye Fin.' Jack said before kissing me lightly on the forehead and turning to leave. 'Jack!' I called after him, he spun quickly on his heel. 'Thank you.' I said, and I really truly meant it. I couldn't have felt more grateful to someone who had made me queen of Scotland. He had made me smile, made me laugh. I had a friend. I had never had one before and I could never had imagined how good it felt. He touched his hat, smiling warmly at me and began to swagger down through Tortuga, as I silently prayed I would see him again. Soon.
Back at the tavern it was hot and smelled of sweaty men and alcohol, definitely not my favourite place to be. But none the less I placed tankard after tankard of ale, and glass after glass of rum, whisky and god knows what else on the tables. I was so giddy with my encounter with Jack Sparrow, I barely heard the insults, hurled at me by drunken men. Barely felt Mr. Hanson slap me across the face. But as the night progressed I found my mood darkening. I missed someone I hardly knew and it was stupid but I did. He hadn't even been gone long. I suppose it was because, well I didn't know if I would ever see him again. That put a lump in my throat so big I could have choked. But I had been abandoned before so I really didn't see why this was bothering me so much. 'Damn it Finvarra get a grip!' I told myself under my breath. A little to distracted tonight to get customers for the night, I thought the street looked to be my bed for the night again. I decided to head down to the beach, sleeping rough wasn't so bad with the gentle roll of waves and soft sand to feel in between your toes. My stomach growled at me, I was so hungry it hurt. I survived pretty much on the odd bits of alcohol or fruit that I could scavenge from where ever I happened to be. And as good fortune would have it I managed to get a whole tankard of thick ale in me tonight. Feeling lonely and sad I trudged down to the beach and lay against a rock. I watched from a distance as men busied themselves on their ships. It was to long since I had been on one, feeling a strange combination of complete freedom and nausea, though I got my sea legs pretty quickly. I wonder what the ship Jack crewed looked like, what it was called and who was captain. I wondered what my guardian angel was doing now. I drifted away with my thoughts until I felt something I had been dreading for some time. My hands and forehead began sweating and my heart began to beat fast. I felt sick and dizzy. Oh god, I knew what my body was demanding and I had resisted it for too long. I had to chase the dragon...opium was calling me.
When I had first started selling myself the opium den became a great place to get customers, and some of them were grateful enough to buy me what the den had to offer. At first, it was wonderful. All I had to do was breath some magic smoke and it took away the pain of facing the reality of my life. And all I did was create another heart breaking problem for myself. I had received a small wage and I counts it. Just my luck...it was enough. My feet began to carry me to the very darkest street in Tortuga. I was like the walking dead, I wasn't me anymore, just a hopeless drug addict. Not that I was ever much more than that. I stopped at a red door, with a black oriental dragon on it. And for all my sins I went in.
'Ealasaid! Well, well I haven't seen you here in a while. Couldn't resist could you? The dragon never gives anyone peace. And you assured me you were stronger.' The small Chinese man sneered at me through a fog of smoke. I felt tears prick at my eyes. He was right. 'I am! I mean this is just once. I'm having a bit of difficulty...adjusting is all, ok?' I lied to him, he laughed at me and shook his head, holding out his hand for money. I handed it to him and he showed me to a dark corner of the room. 'I wondered what had happened to you, you did alright with the amount of customers you could get here.' He remarked. 'Yes well, I needed to get on you know. Time and tide, I got to a point where I couldn't separate dreams...anyway I just need a kick you know?' He nodded solemnly. I didn't need to wonder what hell was like, this was it. I saw the pallid faces of the men with bloodshot eyes. They were the living dead. Some of them had a slight yellow, grey or green tinge to their horrific completion. I almost tripped over a man who was rolling on the floor, groaning and I hated myself more than usual for what I was about to do. I had tried so hard to resist but I just couldn't! It hurt too much. I lay down shakily and the man handed me a pipe before placing his hands together and bowing slightly. I liked my dry lips. I smelt the sour smoke hovering close to my face and let my eyes roll back into their sockets slightly. I raised the instrument of self torture to my mouth, and breathed. All of a sudden I felt as though I was floating, out of body, out of mind. I felt tingly and numb right down to my fingers, I was buzzing on the inside. I was on a ship, I it swayed from side to side and I saw the waves. These waves were red. The colour of freshly spilt blood and black. I was nowhere, everywhere. I was a god, I knew, I understood, I saw. Floating, breathing, every nerve alive yet calm. Oh god it felt so good. And then I felt my heart suddenly start thrumming at lightning speed, pounding in my ears, hurting my head. I blacked out.