'You feelin' better darlin'?' the scowl he received from Scarlett reminded him of her threat 'love?' she tilted her head down, with an expression which read, really? 'Captain?' she scoffed and a small smile grew across her face. 'Ah, I knew I'd do it eventually.' He turned to Will and Gibbs and ordered them to go back to the ship for the night and get a good sleep; the events tomorrow would need full attention from all parties involved. 'Scar and I are going to take a walk'.
The two walked from Tortuga to the beach, where Jack sat himself down and pulled out a bottle of rum purchased from the tavern. Scarlett sat beside him and stared out at the sea. 'I spend most of my nights here, looking at the waves and wishing I could join them. Join you, again'
'You know love, when I was Captain of the Pearl, and you were the 'cabin boy', I would sail to all these prissy places which were in fact completely pointless. Just 'cause I knew you'd like 'em.' Scarlett smiled and looked down; when she looked back she was staring straight into Jack's eyes. 'You know how frustrating it was, not being able to have you for me own? The amount of tavern girls I had to s-'
'JACK!' the pair laughed, recalling the days of their youth on the Black Pearl. 'I missed the Pearl' she sighed, still in close proximity to Jack.
'I missed you' He smiled and moved his face closer to hers.
She smiled, mirroring his actions 'Ah very witty'
'That's me love', the gap between their lips was almost non-existent, the heat between them burning hotter than the Caribbean sun. Closer, closer and- 'Wait.' Jack moved back, 'you were on the Pearl.'
'Yes, I thought we'd established that'
'When I was mutinied upon.' Scarlett seemed to realise he was telling the truth, as her once confident demeanour shattered into shame. 'You were on Barbossa's side' her head shot up to him, as he jumped up and started to walk away in a rage.
'Jack, wait!' shouted Scarlett, after the raging man. Jack then spun around to face his old friend. 'I didn't take his side, I tried to warn you but he kept giving me tasks' she paused 'Jack, I wouldn't do that to you' She looked at the ground whilst rubbing her arm 'Please, I-I have nowhere else to go…'
Jack felt a pang of sympathy for the girl, which was rare in his macho character. He looked at Scarlett; he had always found her beautiful. Although, that all disappeared when she allowed him to be mutinied upon, back on the Black Pearl, taking Barbossa's side. 'No, you did' he replied
'Jack, please.' Jack turned away and started to walk away, the memories coming back of his mutiny by all the people he trusted. 'Jack!' she hollered. He wasn't going to back down, and continued to stalk away to the ship, not sparing a glance back at the girl. Scarlett was left on the streets of Tortuga, no money for a bed, or food. She walked back to the centre of Tortuga and tried to find a private alleyway or somewhere she could safely sleep, she remembered the forest surrounding Tortuga was always empty with plenty of shelter. She hugged the long coat closer to her chest, the cold night air drifting through her as if she didn't exist; her hair had dried so she didn't risk dying of cold.
Walking through the streets of Tortuga she avoided eye contact with anyone and headed towards the forest. Just as she rounded a corner on the main road she caught sight of the men who had thrown her off the pier, she quickly decided to turn left down a dark alley. She had her trusty sword in her belt just in case she ran into trouble which was inevitable in Tortuga. Suddenly, she heard glass being broken nearby; she couldn't see anyone in the dark alley, barely her own hands. Her heart rate quickened as if it was beating out of her chest, she was in no state to fight with a sword, but nobody else knew that. A pair of arms snaked around her waist, 'Hello darlin', what you doing in an alleyway, all…alone?' She struggled against his hold but he was too strong, she used this to her advantage and jumped up, kicking her legs back against his knees, forcing them both to the ground. He screamed in pain, she could have easily broken something; she scrambled to her feet and got out her sword. Just as she got up two other men appeared out of nowhere, clearly working with the man on the ground.
One wrapped his arm around her neck, choking her and causing her to drop her sword; she was clawing at his arm hoping to get some amount of air into her lungs. The last man picked up Scarlett's sword and approached her and just before he could stab her, her flailing legs kicked him in the chin, knocking him unconscious. This caused the man to loosen his grip and she was able to bend over, throwing him over her head and onto the ground, losing him as a threat as well.
She looked around to find the other man, he was no longer on the floor, she thought he had fled and so she relaxed a bit and caught her breath. She thanked the lord she wasn't hurt, just some mild bruising on her neck, as she bent down to pick up her sword she was met with a swift kick to the head. She was flung against the wall, her body slid down to the floor, the world was spinning and she felt a warm liquid oozing down her face. It dripped into her mouth and she tasted copper, blood. The world was turning to black when she faintly heard someone say 'Now, that's not very nice, mate' and a painful screech from the attacking man. She felt arms go under her legs and back and lift her up, the last this she saw were deep, brown, eyes.