Streets of Tortuga
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Category:
Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,619
Reviews:
7
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.
To the Pearl!
Author's note: For disclaimers & stuff check the chapters before this one.
Jack started talking to me, while I wrote his story down. Help!
Anyway, I needed to share this madness, so his (and Sijtje's) thoughts and comments are - as usual - in [ ]-brackets, while my commentaries are in (* *). You don't need to read them. Just skip them if you like.
Have fun with Chapter 4!
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Chapter 4: -- To the Pearl! --
Jack Sparrow stood in the small alley, looking down on...
[Hold it right there, woman! That's _Captain Jack Sparrow_ for you. Ye call yeself a storyteller?] - (*Sorry. Won't happen again, _Captain_. Now, where were we? Ah, yes...*)
So, _Captain_ Jack Sparrow stood in the small alley, looking down on the lass with the strange name [Sajid-she? Sitshe? No, wrong, wrong, wrong. Damn!], who currently was leaning against the filthy back-wall of a Tortugian brothel, obviously lost in thoughts, memories or a serious hangover. Most likely all three at once.
Jack, being more of an impatient sort of guy in the best of times,
[that was uncalled for!] - (*Sorry - may I continue?*) - [fine.]
had a little headache himself and found himself desperately in need of some answers.
He wasn't exactly snoopy, he just felt he had the right to know everything - being Jack Sparrow and all he had a reputation to fullfill.
Now, for the 64 Shillings question. Why in Davey Jones' name was the lass' dress spattered with generous amounts of dried blood? A pity that was, too - her dress looked really nice when you overlooked the blood. Nothing expensive, but of a better material than any Tortugian whore's clothes. The dark red material fitted her skintone - a bit of a tan, but not too much of it. A pair of dark blue eyes looked down at the cobbles, lost in thought, a curtain of dark blonde hair hung in front of her not too clean but obviously beautiful face.
At second glance, though, she had a hard look about her. Something he hadn't seen often in a woman before and he solely associated with people who were either pirates or had been in prison. Or both.
Her eyes were downcast, true, but he noticed she had reached for her dagger before standing up, now holding it in her left hand. Her body was tense, ready to strike - she undoubtedly wasn't as distracted as she wanted too look.
[Carefull, Jack...], he thought.
"Ye had enough time to wake up", he decided and took two steps as to be standing right in front of her.
She caught another glimpse of his teeth, pearly white, with two golden ones between them - it hurt her eyes just to be looking at them. Too bright, far too bright and far too early. A bed and somebreakfast and tea in a darkened room - that was all she desired.
[Not going to happen, unfortunately. I wanted to be a pirate, right? I should learn to deal with it then], she thought to herself. Thus, she had to make do. She bent down and right-handedly took a a small flask with water from her bag - which, quite amazingly, considering they were in Tortuga - hadn't been stolen, and emptied it. Not very good for the disgusting taste in her mouth nor the headache, but at least she wasn't that thirsty anymore now.
The trusty weight of the dagger in her left hand helped her focus on the matter at hands. She lifted her head, looking straight at the pirate in front of her.
Grinning - without much humor - Jack stood before her, watching her straightening up to her full height for the first time.
Actually, she was pretty much his own height, Jack noticed with a pang - he liked to be taller as the people he talked to, always afraid not to be taken seriously. However, being young and not as tall as some others (of course he was still tall - we're talking about Captain Jack Sparrow here!) had its advantages, too. People tended to underestimate him - a serious mistake when dealing with Captain Jack Sparrow.
[Damn right!] - (*Glad to be of service.*)
He leaned even closer to Sijtje, his face level with hers, his eyes and teeth glittering.
"And now, ye'll tell me, where exactly you got that bloody - nu pun intend'd - dress."
Every trace of a half-drunken slur was gone from his voice and Sijtje was thus allowed a first glance at the _Captain_ Jack Sparrow one wouldn't expect after meeting his light-hearted, showy self for the first time.
However, she was not afraid - being afraid meant being dependent - so why give in to such a stupid feeling? Besides - it was like the peculiar guy had said to her yesterday evening: "Luv, not even in Tortuga ye can kill a guy that didn' do nothing." She figured, that went for killing girls, too. [First things first], she decided.
"I will. But first, if YOU'd be so kind, I'd like to know yer name. It's not very nice of ye t'hear me out while I don't even know who y'are yeself."
Jack couldn't stop his grin from coming back. Aye, this girl was a handfull to handle. And good looking, too. Could be fun.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl. Not quite at yer service yet, I'm 'fraid. First answer me question."
Ah. Captain Jack Sparrow. Sijtje had heard of him, of course - who hadn't? He was usually described as either the most brilliant or the worst pirate ever seen in the Caribbean. Either way, there were far too many stories about him and his ship, the Black Pearl, for them all to be true. On the other hand - some of them had to be true - why else would people talk about him all the time?
There were even quite a few "Sparrow" penny-dreadfuls, sold mainly in the Dutch colonies, since he mostly robbed the English - and who wouldn't agree with that?
(Captain Sparrow could have told them that that mainly had to do with the fact that there weren't too many Dutch ships in the Caribbean he considered big and rich enough to rob. He wasn't particularly fond of the Dutch. Nor the Spanish and the English for that matter. Politics didn't concern him - booty did.)
Interesting. Very.
"Cap'n Sparrow", she said, struggling with the still foreign English language, having learnt a never-ending flow of dirty words but not too many that were polite, "how interesting. To answer yer question: some filthy rat tried to rape me in the open streets - I killed 'im."
Jack looked at her with those amazing chocolate eyes, his look no different than before. Sijtje usually thought to be able to read people pretty well, but this man left her puzzled and unsatisfied. Was he surprised or not? She just couldn't tell.
"'Tleast yer honest, lass. Guess, ye could use some cleaning. Accompany me to the Pearl, will ye? Ye can tell me the rest later."
She didn't pause to think - that was exactly what she wanted after all. Giving him a nod and a small smile, she said "Fine. To the Pearl."
With one fluent and incredibly fast movement, Jack was upon her and wrestled the dagger out of her left hand, leaving her staring at him, astonished and angry but otherwise unharmed.
"Better safe 'n sorry, don't ye think? Wouldn't want ye to think I wanna rape ye - and I don't, no worries there then. By the by, I assure ye that I'm not as stupid as the poor bastard ye killed - so don't do anythin' stupid. Please."
He clasped his hands as in prayer, flashing her another of those grins and turned into the direction of the harbor and his ship, not waiting for her to follow.
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So, there it is, the fourth real chapter of "Streets of Tortuga". Please, please, pleaaaaase review - I'd so like to know how y'all like it.
Found a beta - thanks again, MarzBar! :)
Just drop me a note in the comments-section or by mail (punx@gmx.li). :)
Jack started talking to me, while I wrote his story down. Help!
Anyway, I needed to share this madness, so his (and Sijtje's) thoughts and comments are - as usual - in [ ]-brackets, while my commentaries are in (* *). You don't need to read them. Just skip them if you like.
Have fun with Chapter 4!
---....----....----
Chapter 4: -- To the Pearl! --
Jack Sparrow stood in the small alley, looking down on...
[Hold it right there, woman! That's _Captain Jack Sparrow_ for you. Ye call yeself a storyteller?] - (*Sorry. Won't happen again, _Captain_. Now, where were we? Ah, yes...*)
So, _Captain_ Jack Sparrow stood in the small alley, looking down on the lass with the strange name [Sajid-she? Sitshe? No, wrong, wrong, wrong. Damn!], who currently was leaning against the filthy back-wall of a Tortugian brothel, obviously lost in thoughts, memories or a serious hangover. Most likely all three at once.
Jack, being more of an impatient sort of guy in the best of times,
[that was uncalled for!] - (*Sorry - may I continue?*) - [fine.]
had a little headache himself and found himself desperately in need of some answers.
He wasn't exactly snoopy, he just felt he had the right to know everything - being Jack Sparrow and all he had a reputation to fullfill.
Now, for the 64 Shillings question. Why in Davey Jones' name was the lass' dress spattered with generous amounts of dried blood? A pity that was, too - her dress looked really nice when you overlooked the blood. Nothing expensive, but of a better material than any Tortugian whore's clothes. The dark red material fitted her skintone - a bit of a tan, but not too much of it. A pair of dark blue eyes looked down at the cobbles, lost in thought, a curtain of dark blonde hair hung in front of her not too clean but obviously beautiful face.
At second glance, though, she had a hard look about her. Something he hadn't seen often in a woman before and he solely associated with people who were either pirates or had been in prison. Or both.
Her eyes were downcast, true, but he noticed she had reached for her dagger before standing up, now holding it in her left hand. Her body was tense, ready to strike - she undoubtedly wasn't as distracted as she wanted too look.
[Carefull, Jack...], he thought.
"Ye had enough time to wake up", he decided and took two steps as to be standing right in front of her.
She caught another glimpse of his teeth, pearly white, with two golden ones between them - it hurt her eyes just to be looking at them. Too bright, far too bright and far too early. A bed and somebreakfast and tea in a darkened room - that was all she desired.
[Not going to happen, unfortunately. I wanted to be a pirate, right? I should learn to deal with it then], she thought to herself. Thus, she had to make do. She bent down and right-handedly took a a small flask with water from her bag - which, quite amazingly, considering they were in Tortuga - hadn't been stolen, and emptied it. Not very good for the disgusting taste in her mouth nor the headache, but at least she wasn't that thirsty anymore now.
The trusty weight of the dagger in her left hand helped her focus on the matter at hands. She lifted her head, looking straight at the pirate in front of her.
Grinning - without much humor - Jack stood before her, watching her straightening up to her full height for the first time.
Actually, she was pretty much his own height, Jack noticed with a pang - he liked to be taller as the people he talked to, always afraid not to be taken seriously. However, being young and not as tall as some others (of course he was still tall - we're talking about Captain Jack Sparrow here!) had its advantages, too. People tended to underestimate him - a serious mistake when dealing with Captain Jack Sparrow.
[Damn right!] - (*Glad to be of service.*)
He leaned even closer to Sijtje, his face level with hers, his eyes and teeth glittering.
"And now, ye'll tell me, where exactly you got that bloody - nu pun intend'd - dress."
Every trace of a half-drunken slur was gone from his voice and Sijtje was thus allowed a first glance at the _Captain_ Jack Sparrow one wouldn't expect after meeting his light-hearted, showy self for the first time.
However, she was not afraid - being afraid meant being dependent - so why give in to such a stupid feeling? Besides - it was like the peculiar guy had said to her yesterday evening: "Luv, not even in Tortuga ye can kill a guy that didn' do nothing." She figured, that went for killing girls, too. [First things first], she decided.
"I will. But first, if YOU'd be so kind, I'd like to know yer name. It's not very nice of ye t'hear me out while I don't even know who y'are yeself."
Jack couldn't stop his grin from coming back. Aye, this girl was a handfull to handle. And good looking, too. Could be fun.
"Captain Jack Sparrow, of the Black Pearl. Not quite at yer service yet, I'm 'fraid. First answer me question."
Ah. Captain Jack Sparrow. Sijtje had heard of him, of course - who hadn't? He was usually described as either the most brilliant or the worst pirate ever seen in the Caribbean. Either way, there were far too many stories about him and his ship, the Black Pearl, for them all to be true. On the other hand - some of them had to be true - why else would people talk about him all the time?
There were even quite a few "Sparrow" penny-dreadfuls, sold mainly in the Dutch colonies, since he mostly robbed the English - and who wouldn't agree with that?
(Captain Sparrow could have told them that that mainly had to do with the fact that there weren't too many Dutch ships in the Caribbean he considered big and rich enough to rob. He wasn't particularly fond of the Dutch. Nor the Spanish and the English for that matter. Politics didn't concern him - booty did.)
Interesting. Very.
"Cap'n Sparrow", she said, struggling with the still foreign English language, having learnt a never-ending flow of dirty words but not too many that were polite, "how interesting. To answer yer question: some filthy rat tried to rape me in the open streets - I killed 'im."
Jack looked at her with those amazing chocolate eyes, his look no different than before. Sijtje usually thought to be able to read people pretty well, but this man left her puzzled and unsatisfied. Was he surprised or not? She just couldn't tell.
"'Tleast yer honest, lass. Guess, ye could use some cleaning. Accompany me to the Pearl, will ye? Ye can tell me the rest later."
She didn't pause to think - that was exactly what she wanted after all. Giving him a nod and a small smile, she said "Fine. To the Pearl."
With one fluent and incredibly fast movement, Jack was upon her and wrestled the dagger out of her left hand, leaving her staring at him, astonished and angry but otherwise unharmed.
"Better safe 'n sorry, don't ye think? Wouldn't want ye to think I wanna rape ye - and I don't, no worries there then. By the by, I assure ye that I'm not as stupid as the poor bastard ye killed - so don't do anythin' stupid. Please."
He clasped his hands as in prayer, flashing her another of those grins and turned into the direction of the harbor and his ship, not waiting for her to follow.
----....----....----
So, there it is, the fourth real chapter of "Streets of Tortuga". Please, please, pleaaaaase review - I'd so like to know how y'all like it.
Found a beta - thanks again, MarzBar! :)
Just drop me a note in the comments-section or by mail (punx@gmx.li). :)