A Pearl Of A Tale
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,354
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Pirates of the Caribbean movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
ready to rumble
Chapter 3
“You have something I need. I desperately need.” O, marvelous, another drunken scoundrel without a woman for the night.
“I’m not a whore, sir, I’m a trader, and I won’t be swayed to that profession by any means,” I frowned at him meaningfully.
“No, no, no, it’s nothing like that, I promise,” he pulled me into a darkened corner and lit a candle, illuminating a tanned and weathered face. I took a closer look at him, and in the dim light of the candle I could see that he was very handsome. I blushed, and he grinned maliciously in the glow.
“So what is it exactly that you want, Mr…what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh-no, I don’t suppose you did.”
“All in good time, love. All in good time.” He sat me down and eased catlike into the chair across from me. I could tell from his movements that he was a rogue, used to sneaking around and stealing and befriending the shadows. He summoned the barmaid, and ordered a rum for himself and looked to me for my desire.
“Oh! I’ll have, er, a- oh dear, a honey mead?” The pirate nodded his approval and cleared his throat.
“Names Sparrow, love, Jack Sparrow. And you-“ he paused for a dramatic effect- “You are the daughter of a merchant sailor by the name of Ernst Delamar. You were cast off here when you were eight by a hurricane near Jamaica, no one but me knows that you’re scared to death of rats, and your name is Bernice Delamar. I need a certain- document of yourn, a map, as it were. Your father had that map until the fateful day- well fateful for you, anyways. He gave it to you in hopes that you might be able to accomplish what he could not. He couldn’t overcome his fears, you see. That map is my last hope at getting my ship back and rescuing one of my only true friends. That seemingly worthless document is the map to La Caballa. Have you heard of La Caballa, Bernice?” I nodded slowly, wondering what all of this was leading up to.
“I need that map, Ms. Delamar,” his tone gravgrave and reckless, and his voice shuddered lightly with unmasked desperation.
“Well, I’m very sorry, but you can’t have it,” I said. “That map is the only item I have left of my parents; I can’t just give it to some rogue pirate who knows me better than anyone who just met me very well should!” He sighed, sadly emptying his lungs of the smoky tavern air.
“Ms. Delamar, you have something I want, and I have something you want. Maybe we can work something out together, eh love?”
“What could I possibly want from you, Mr. Sparrow?” I asked incredulously.
“Passage. To London. Where all your dreams are. Where, I daresay, your father resides?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Didn’t you wonder how I knew those things about you? I can’t just guess that, love. I know your father, lass! He’s alive, or he was when I left London. I’ve been looking for that map for years, for reasons of my own, but I tracked down your father only a month ago, shortly after losing William Turner, my friend, and I didn’t come tearing through half of the Spanish Main just to turn back now. Will needs me, and I need you! Can you even begin to understand this, Bernice?” The rickety old table shook a pou pounded his fist on it.
“I don’t, I don’t know anything about you, Mr. Sparrow, how can I understand anything? What is going on?”
“Alright,” he consented, swallowing a gulp of the strong rum the barmaid placed on our table. “I’ll tell you my story if it’ll make you see me plight. But I need you to promise me that you’ll help. I don’t just need the map, Ms. Delamar. I need you and the map. Savvy?” I thought long and hard about his proposition.
“So you’re saying that if I give you my map and accompany you, you’ll take me to my father in London?”
“Well, after a few short stops, yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do,” He eased back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, as if daring me to defy him.
“But I still don’t see what all this has to do with me. Why do you need me and my map?”
“I’ll tell you as soon as we have an accord,” He held out a weathered hand for me to shake. I took it slowly, wondering precisely what wild tale I had entangled myself in.
“You have something I need. I desperately need.” O, marvelous, another drunken scoundrel without a woman for the night.
“I’m not a whore, sir, I’m a trader, and I won’t be swayed to that profession by any means,” I frowned at him meaningfully.
“No, no, no, it’s nothing like that, I promise,” he pulled me into a darkened corner and lit a candle, illuminating a tanned and weathered face. I took a closer look at him, and in the dim light of the candle I could see that he was very handsome. I blushed, and he grinned maliciously in the glow.
“So what is it exactly that you want, Mr…what did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t.”
“Oh-no, I don’t suppose you did.”
“All in good time, love. All in good time.” He sat me down and eased catlike into the chair across from me. I could tell from his movements that he was a rogue, used to sneaking around and stealing and befriending the shadows. He summoned the barmaid, and ordered a rum for himself and looked to me for my desire.
“Oh! I’ll have, er, a- oh dear, a honey mead?” The pirate nodded his approval and cleared his throat.
“Names Sparrow, love, Jack Sparrow. And you-“ he paused for a dramatic effect- “You are the daughter of a merchant sailor by the name of Ernst Delamar. You were cast off here when you were eight by a hurricane near Jamaica, no one but me knows that you’re scared to death of rats, and your name is Bernice Delamar. I need a certain- document of yourn, a map, as it were. Your father had that map until the fateful day- well fateful for you, anyways. He gave it to you in hopes that you might be able to accomplish what he could not. He couldn’t overcome his fears, you see. That map is my last hope at getting my ship back and rescuing one of my only true friends. That seemingly worthless document is the map to La Caballa. Have you heard of La Caballa, Bernice?” I nodded slowly, wondering what all of this was leading up to.
“I need that map, Ms. Delamar,” his tone gravgrave and reckless, and his voice shuddered lightly with unmasked desperation.
“Well, I’m very sorry, but you can’t have it,” I said. “That map is the only item I have left of my parents; I can’t just give it to some rogue pirate who knows me better than anyone who just met me very well should!” He sighed, sadly emptying his lungs of the smoky tavern air.
“Ms. Delamar, you have something I want, and I have something you want. Maybe we can work something out together, eh love?”
“What could I possibly want from you, Mr. Sparrow?” I asked incredulously.
“Passage. To London. Where all your dreams are. Where, I daresay, your father resides?” he raised an eyebrow suggestively. “Didn’t you wonder how I knew those things about you? I can’t just guess that, love. I know your father, lass! He’s alive, or he was when I left London. I’ve been looking for that map for years, for reasons of my own, but I tracked down your father only a month ago, shortly after losing William Turner, my friend, and I didn’t come tearing through half of the Spanish Main just to turn back now. Will needs me, and I need you! Can you even begin to understand this, Bernice?” The rickety old table shook a pou pounded his fist on it.
“I don’t, I don’t know anything about you, Mr. Sparrow, how can I understand anything? What is going on?”
“Alright,” he consented, swallowing a gulp of the strong rum the barmaid placed on our table. “I’ll tell you my story if it’ll make you see me plight. But I need you to promise me that you’ll help. I don’t just need the map, Ms. Delamar. I need you and the map. Savvy?” I thought long and hard about his proposition.
“So you’re saying that if I give you my map and accompany you, you’ll take me to my father in London?”
“Well, after a few short stops, yes, that’s exactly what I’ll do,” He eased back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest, as if daring me to defy him.
“But I still don’t see what all this has to do with me. Why do you need me and my map?”
“I’ll tell you as soon as we have an accord,” He held out a weathered hand for me to shake. I took it slowly, wondering precisely what wild tale I had entangled myself in.