Pairings: JS/OC, WT/ES
Overview: The Infamous Captain Jack Sparrow has had interesting acquaintances and activities in the past. This story is of a chain of many events that have gone awry, and come back to haunt him.
Disclaimer:-waves around sheet of paper- This says it's not mine. It makes me sad.-tears-
A/N: I felt sooo happy when I saw all the reviews! - You guys have totally made my day right there.
To begin with, thank you to all who think that this is fantastic, I'm doing my best and my muse really isn't co-operating. (All those who have a muse will definitely understand the fickle nature these bloody things have. -rolls eyes-) I'm glad you like what I've done so far, and I will try to keep the level of the quality up at what it's at. For the quality, you'd hafta thank all the Rping I do all the time, which has helped a lot. Seriously. You do NOT want to see what I was like when I started. -shudders-
To start, all those who reviewed get cyber cookies! -throws cookies-
To Isabella, thanks for the comments, I really appreciate it. You definitely helped me getting on here, and it's fantastic.Also, I'll be endeavouring to make Jack a bit loopier (and I like the word, even if your muse doesn't), so thank you for the mention.
Karribean, if you have any ideas on how we can make Jack and Will have better ways of contacting each other, please, do share. I need help with that! Same goes to you Isabella, I'm really counting on you.
Rising Sun, I appreciate the help with the spelling and grammar, REALLY. I'm terrible at it, never was taught how to do that sort of thing, I picked it up as I went along. However, as a note, musing is singular so, therefore to make the sentence correct, I either have to make musing plural or use wasn't instead of weren't. Oh, and I also noticed the lack of description, so I may be fixing up Chapter Two after I post this one. The reason for this is that I'm writing and posting my chapters within ONE HOUR of getting the idea. This causes the lack of the usual amount of description I prefer to have. In fact, now that you mentioned this, it's really starting to bother me, so be prepared to have a totally revamped second chapter. However, for this chapter I'm taking two hours, so it should be much better and much longer.
As another note, as I have said on my bio page, I have enough content for only five chapters, so, things may get hairy after I've posted chapter five (which is where things get really interesting). Any suggestions or ideas you may have will really help, and may actually mean that the stories get written. In addition to that, due to school responsibilities, there may be periods in time where nothing gets written. I'm sure Isabella will find me and hurt me if that happens for too long, after all, that's what I'd do to her, -snickers-. But, without further ado (as this took far too long for me to write), Chapter Three!
Chapter Three: Always the Same
Where we meet the leading lady, Jack gets in a spot of trouble and angry men approachth – the plot thickens!
The sun set as the Black Pearl perched on a near still ocean. There wasn't a wind anywhere, and the crew was getting restless. On the second day as they headed back to Tortuga, the ship had had the misfortune to sail into this area of the sea, and they had remained stationary for two days after that. Jack was beginning to get worried. The supplies weren't going to last very much longer without rationing. Perhaps another two weeks, then more problems would ensue. And they were still at least another two days away from Tortuga, but only if they gained a stiff tailwind. But that chance seemed rather slim.
This was a decided problem.
Even the usually jovial Mister Gibbs seemed to become more anxious.
The Captain stood at the wheel, an austere expression on his visage, making him more forbidding than ever.
"Capt'n?" Mister Gibbs hazarded to the figure at the helm, and received a grunt in response. "Capt'n, perhaps you should go get some rest. Ye've been at the helm for two days straight now."
Jack sighed. "Perhaps that would be wise Mister Gibbs. Wake me if the wind picks up."
"Aye Capt'n, ye have me oath."
Jack entered his cabin below deck, and looked around gloomily. Perhaps William had been speaking some truth when he suggested that the girl was what was troubling Jack. Looking at his desk, he saw an unopened bottle of rum sitting lonely. As he walked to get it, he looked over at his bed, and a wave of fatigue washed over him.
Rum, then bed. With that decided, Jack pulled the cork out with his teeth, spitting it into a corner of the room. Sitting back in his chair, he greedily drank down the cherished amber liquid. Within moments, he was snoring, the bottle still held loosely in his hand, his tricornered hat tipped down to cover his face.
The pale light of morning filtered into Jack's cabin, the pinks, reds and golden yellows rays of the morning sun lighting the darkened room. An impatient knocking came at the door, jarring the sleeping pirate to a groggy wakefulness.
"Capt'n! We have a breeze!"
At that, Jack sat up in his chair, the bottle of rum falling to the floor. "Alright Mister Gibbs, make way to make sail!"
"Aye Capt'n!"
A few moments later, the captain appeared from his cabin to take his usual place at the helm. Jack looked around at his crew as they prepared to make way at twice the usual pace.
See what a little starvation does to people…Three days later, the magnificent Black Pearl made dock in Tortuga. Looking over the jubilant faces of his crew, Jack let a small smile out, but that didn't last for long.
"Alright ye scabrous dogs! Ye have one week ta do what ye like, an' after that, we be leavin'. If ye ain't here, we ain't waitin'. Ye know the schedule, and we'll be getting more supplies, so ye best be here when I told ye ta be. Now, off wit ya!" He made a shooing motion, and most of the crew left, roaring with approval. Jack turned to his first mate.
"Mister Gibbs, I'll be wantin' ye to be keepin' a close eye on me Pearl, savvy?"
"Aye Capt'n. But I be supposing that I'd be allowed some sustenance for me trials, aye?"
"Aye Mister Gibbs."
A young girl stood on the street, surveying those around her. She was of average height between five foot four and five foot five, and fairly young, no older than nineteen. She dressed much like a pirate, a black faded hat sitting upon her reddish-brown hair which fell down to just below her shoulders, tied back in a que. Her shirt was creamy, and held in place with a black corset with red detailing on the front. Her pants were black, as were her boots. Below the brim of her hat resided two expressive dark brown eyes set in a heart shaped face. She seemed somewhat odd in the attire though the clothes fit well. It was as if she was too well kept to fit the roll of a pirate.
No one paid any mind to her though, which was exactly how she liked it.
On occasion, a foolish man would, in drunken stupor, make his way to her, but all the men that tried always backed off when she held the knife to their throats.
She had heard that a familiar ship had come to the docks. Captain Jack Sparrow's Black Pearl. She stood at the side of the Faithful Bride, his favourite pub in Tortuga, and waited to see if she would catch sight of the bastard.
Hours pass, and she became bored. She did indeed see members of Jack's crew, but not the infamous pirate. She considered talking to some of them, but decided that the risk would be too great, so left them be. No one seemed to notice the girl leaning against the wall, minding her own business.
As the light began to fade, the woman stood up straight, and stretched out her aching muscles. Since Sparrow had not been by yet, it was unlikely that he was going to be by at any time in the near future, so it was safe for her to return to her room.
She didn't notice the dark brown eyes lined with kohl watching her from across the street though. She walked through the door of the Faithful Bride, and disappeared from the watchers' view, and only then did Captain Jack Sparrow reveal himself.
The moment he had seen her, he was shocked. A sharp, jagged pain had run through his body like nothing that he had ever felt before for merely a second, then disappeared. How he longed to reach out and touch her, to talk to her again. She had changed so very much. She seemed to be nothing like the broken girl who appeared on his ship nearly half a year ago.
Payton… But then again… I suppose I am to blame for that one. I wanted to fix her.
He shook his head, and walked further into Tortuga, looking for some pleasurable company.
When the girl awoke the next morning, she sighed.
So, what new exploits of the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow will I be forced to endure as the whores talk of their evenings, hmmm?
Going down to the bar, now dressed, she ordered a drink, and sat down. Beside her was Scarlett and Giselle, talking to each other.
"Y'know, he came in, but then left just as I started in on him."
"Same thing with me dearie, I think there's somethin' wrong with him, honestly I do."
"Oh, yes, he seemed rather… agitated. Like somethin' was off, y'know?"
"Yeah, I couldn't place what is was… perhaps 'e was just stressed. You know how bad the sea can be."
"That must've been it. Must have."
Payton hid her interest in the mug as she listened to the their conversation.
I wonder what's bothering the mongrel… Not like it matters o'course.The days passed uneventfully for Payton. She saw neither hide nor hair of the pirate she so desired to keelhaul, though he watched her attentively. Jack spent most of his time alone, thinking. No pleasurable company could sate his desire. He began to feel that he was perhaps more mad than before.
Finally, near the end of the shore leave, Jack walked into the Faithful Bride, intending to speak with the girl who had taken hold of his mind so utterly and completely.
Upon entering, he saw the usual bar-fight happening. However, Jack did not notice the gentleman who was engaged in said fight staggering towards him, but Jack did notice as he knocked over the gentleman, causing him to end up crashing into a table with seven rather drunk and rowdy men… and the resulting weight on the table causing drinks to fly across the room and hit other men engaged in the fight. This would be funny, if Jack was not receiving death glares from half the bar.
"What's that!" Jack pointed wildly across the room from him, and as the (stupid) drunken men looked away, Jack then grabbed a plant, and started to sneak away. A few moments into his escape plan, he heard a gun being cocked at him, and Jack threw the plant in the direction of the noise… knocking over another man into another table, again causing rum to fly across the room, and causing the fight to become even more rowdy than before.
Without any further thought, Jack ran for the stairs which would lead to the room above the bar.
This would be very hilarious if they weren't chasing me.
Four flights of stairs up, Jack looked around, and burst through a room, shutting the door behind him.
That should buy me some time…"What are you doing here!"
I know that voice… "Ahh… good ta see ye too luv. Now, I may have gotten into a spot of trouble –"
Payton pulled out her gun from by her side, her eyes flashing dangerously in her fury.
"A spot? What did you do now Jack Sparrow?"
"Captain Jack Sparrow… why does everyone forget the captain?"
"What trouble Jack?" She insisted.
Jack held up his hands in a gesture of appeasement. "Well, I do believe I may have, offhandedly, insulted half the bar."
"JACK!"
"Aye, I can make you scream that later, but fer now, if ye'd be moving away from that there window, me onesies will be getting gone, savvy?"
She cocked the gun and glared at him menacingly. "Oh no no no no. Your 'onesies' won't be going anywhere without me Jack."
"Oh, then ye've changed yer mind 'bout me offer then luv? I'd be happy to oblige ye –"
"Oh no Jack, you misconstrue my meaning. You see, dear, dear Jackie, you've led these angry men to my door, and they are angry, drunk men. And they wouldn't think twice when, no finding yourself, they decide to molest the woman in this room. So, no Jack, you're not getting out of this window without me, savvy?" The self-statisfied smirk on that woman's face would almost be annoying, if Jack didn't know her like he did.
Jack took one look at her, and sighed. There would be no getting out of this one without her then. "Aye luv. C'mere."
"What for?" She looked at him, completely baffled.
"Well, if yer not wanting my help in getting down, then far be it from me ta offer."
"Alright, alright. Just… don't drop me." She put the gun away, looking at him nervously.
Jack smiled at her, disarmingly. "Oh, don't worry yet pretty head lass. After all, I'm Captain Jack Sparrow."
With a groan, Payton opened the window, and Jack followed her.
"So, where do we go from here, oh Captain?"
He smirked, and picked her up.
"Oi! You brute! Put me down this instant!"
"Calm yerself luv. This'll just take a mere moment."
"Sparrow! You'll be paying for this in blood!"
"Everyone promises, and no one follows through… Eh, enough 'bout that luv. Upsie Dasiy!" He climbed out onto the wide window sill, and saw a way to the neighbouring roof.
"Now, hold tight luv, and don't squirm."
Payton held tightly to his side, just as he said, and felt adrenaline coursing through her as he jumped to the next roof.
"Alright luv, now, there be a ladder over there, I'm going to let you down. Make sure ye don't do anything… stupid." He gently placed her on her feet on the roof. She instantly had to hold onto his arm for balance.
"Like falling?" She asked fearfully, looking warily down at the street which was a long way below.
"Aye, like falling!" He responded brightly. "Now, y'see the ladder? I'll be followin' ye down."
Payton nodded, regretting her decision to come with the slippery pirate captain.
Perhaps I had a sudden lapse in judgement, because that would certainly explain my actions!
The ladder only led part of the way down, into a room on the third floor of the new building. Jack inspected the premises, picking up a bag of coins before heading to the door. He held it open for a rather impatient Payton.
"Ladies first…" Jack bowed gallantly, and she scoffed at him, which caused him to smirk.
The corridor which they entered was dimly lit, and completely empty. And quiet too. Jack held a finger to his lips, and Payton nodded as he moved to the front to lead the way down to the street.
The building they had chosen exited onto a different street than the Faithful Bride, however, the tavern was not that far away. In addition, the only way to the Pearl was past that tavern. Jack swore.
"Payton, I'll be needin' ye to be comin' with me. It ain't safe here right now." His voice showed concern which she ignored.
"Like it was safe here when you dumped me here!" She pointed at him accusingly.
Jack grabbed her finger, and moved it back down to her side."Luv, now is not the time for shouting…"
She glared back at him. "This is not over."
"Alright, just, be careful, savvy?"
"Savvy." Payton hissed through her teeth.
The glare he received from her was enough to let him know that he was in for an earful when he returned to his ship, but he didn't seem to mind that thought.
Tis the adrenaline. It has to be.
The mob had yet to make it's way out onto the street as Jack passed with Payton in tow. A large crowd had gathered at the doors to the Bride though, which made it easier for the two of them to slip by unnoticed.
Less than five minutes later, and the two of them had reached the gangplank of the Black Pearl.
Payton was being difficult again.
"No, I will not go on that godforsaken boat!" She objected.
"It's a ship luv, and you have to." Jack was trying very had to be patient, and failing grandly.\
"Oh, and why do I have to?"
"I explain this already luv, it's not safe here!"
"You didn't care one wit about my safety when you dumped me here two months ago you son of a –"
"Payton, luv, please. It'd be easier for ye ta tell at me on the ship, savvy?"
The glare intensified, and Jack quickly tried another tactic.
"Especially since I caused you to loose yer room for the night, aye? Ye can bunk on the Pearl, and in the mornin', ye can go back, savvy?"
She looked at him suspiciously. "I suppose so. But one night only."
Jack grinned in victory. "Aye luv, one night."
I hope this one is long enough for your tastes, took two hours instead of the standard one hour I usually take. Please review, I give cookies!
Oh, and a quick question, what do you think of the layout of the fic thus far? Any suggestions?