New Worlds - Havana

 Cuba's Tourist Commission boasted of Havana in 1957: 

Here is a new world, a gay world— whirling with excitement and beauty— a kaleidoscope of shifting colors and moods! Havana— a city of singing hearts and dancing feet, of smiles and spice and the rumba beat. Here is a fabulous blend of the old and the new— truly Latin America, where ancient Spanish culture meets the modern world. A magic city of vivid contrasts, Havana is big and gay— a place to have wonderful fun!

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The slap of the paddle fans hanging from the ceiling of the crowded nightclub punctuated the smoky air, offering little relief in the sultry night. On the small stage in the corner, the band was in full swing, the floor packed with dancers sweating, swaying and swirling to the rumba beat.



Leaning back in his chair, Jack Sparrow concentrated on his companion, who gazed around the room with a wide-eyed innocence Jack hadn’t seen since he’d first introduced Will Turner to Tortuga.



Bloody fuckin’ lifetime ago.



Seeing Will like that, perched on the edge of his chair, drinking in the proliferous scent of cigar smoke and rum, gave Jack a sudden sense as if it were two hundred years earlier, when Will tasted his first of a robust Tortugan night. Sweat glistened on Will’s forehead, black silk clinging to his chest in the humid tropical night… 



Watching as a droplet of sweat trickled down the curve of Will’s jaw, disappearing beneath the open collar of his shirt, Jack felt his goods tighten as his tongue lusted to follow the same path.



That is how Jack incongruously found himself in the position of being jealous of a drop of sweat. Again.