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Adult ++
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12
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Chapter 6 - Drum Roll For Jack
Author: Pilgrim
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 6 - Drum Roll For Jack
To create an impression, to be impressive, that was what he wanted, that was what he had learned he needed and a well earned lesson it had been. Unfortunately he had neither the resources nor the plan to do either, well after all, he contemplated, how can one create a plan without the necessary resources. Jack tipped back a bit more of the rum the tingle tickling his senses delightfully as he gazed out over Tortuga harbour.
Various ships were in port and none were suitable, that one was rotten; the other was developing a distinct tilt to the starboard side, or was that just him. Jack wriggled to sit up straighter, the ship dipped even further to starboard and he shrugged. He contemplated another swig of the rum as he observed the rest of the ships, too small, too big, too rotten, wait that was the same ship as before... Jack glared at it for tricking him into thinking it was another ship, his attention quickly brought back to the issue of the rum.
“What’s one more drop going to do?” He tipped the bottle up and fell backwards in surprise when no rum fell out into his welcoming mouth. Glaring down the neck he shook it upside down several times over his palm, a few measly drops dripped out. With a grunt of disappointment he tossed the bottle over his shoulder and lapped up the little droplets in his palm, he paused, his tongue halfway down his palm and his eyes on a small boat trundling quietly, indiscreetly into harbour.
Finishing the cat like lick he stood up and watched as it made berth at the far end of the harbour behind the confusing rotten one. A woman clambered out easily and tied off the rope holding the little vessel safely to the pier. It bobbed merrily on the slight waves, its’ wooden name plate barely above the water line.
Jack read it swiftly, the Jolly Mon… welcome to Captain Sparrow’s repertoire of ships and boats and various other sailing things that he had used or been claimed to have used in the case of the sea turtles. His attention was drawn to the woman currently fending off an over eager man quite well. He chuckled, a slightly less violent Oria wannabe, wonderful, well he had nothing to offer in exchange, the empty rum bottle testified to that. At least it would have done if a small dog hadn’t been licking at its’ neck. Jack chased the mutt away and rescued the bottle with a scowl at the running dog, he glanced it over before realising he was being watched. His eyes met the dark ebony of the Jolly Mons’ owner, well this wasn’t the best first impression, chasing a dog off an empty bottle of ex-rum. He tossed the rum bottle quickly over his shoulder and placed his hands on his hips arrogantly.
“Can I, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow assist such a beautiful creature as yourself?” Flattery always worked in his opinion; at least it did for him. The woman rolled her eyes and stalked away; Jack scowled and followed her muttering quietly under his breath. She turned on him sharply and he withdrew pushing his hands up in mock surrender.
“Are you stalking me?” He contemplated his answer slowly before smiling winningly, that was a good trick usually and tended to dissolve tense situations.
“If I said I was would you be any more positively inclined towards me?” Her eyes followed his random hand movements with a raised eyebrow of disbelief.
“Leave me alone.” She turned away again and stalked off once more; Jack dropped his shoulders and slumped after her for a few steps before picking himself up and matching her pace.
“What’s your name then? You know mine so it seems only a fair deal that I should have possession of yours in return.” He jumped backwards as she prodded his chest with the tip of her forefinger.
“You don’t need to know my name Mr Sparrow, it’ll do you no good what so ever. Now leave me alone.” Jack smacked her finger away and swayed forwards slightly, mildly pleased when she stood her ground.
“It’s Captain… Captain Jack Sparrow actually love.” She smacked his hat off with a sharp movement and stalked away, clearly unimpressed. Jack huffed as he rescued his hat from the dusty street floor and brushed it off before slamming it back onto his head, “Well that was really mature.”
His face fell as he ducked a thrown rum bottle and raised an eyebrow as she disappeared around a corner, well that could make persuading her to hand over the boat slightly awkward. Clearly not a very friendly person, taking out her anger on poor, defenceless, empty, rum bottles. Jack sighed and headed for the nearest tavern, time to do his rounds and see who would offer him a drink in exchange for rum and of course information about his little volatile friend. A tale, not rum, a tale he reminded himself feverishly cursing the slip of the tongue, damn rum was on his mind permanently.
:/
Half-way through his tale of how he escaped a tribe of cannibals single-handedly he noticed the woman enter and sit down rather sullenly with a mug of some alcoholic concoction. He grinned as he noticed she was listening in as well and turned to face her, determined to win her over with a good tale. He slapped a hand down on her table to emphasise his point.
“I chased down the creature that had been killing their people and cornered it against the stone back-drop of a waterfall. The roaring of the water pounding against the rocks echoing in my ears as I looked at this snarling beast, it was huge, of course it was! It had been feasting on the tribe for nigh on six years and had got a good belly from the pickings. When suddenly…” He jumped around making the men behind him jump, one slid off his seat in surprise as Jack bounced towards him making claws out of his hands.
“A second one leapt at me, a hunting pair, both of them screaming for my blood to add to those that were already in their bellies. I rolled out of the way as the first one lunged, its’ claws trying to rake my guts free.” He drew his fingers over one of the men’s fat beer bellies and his eyes widened as Jack leaned into his face.
“Their breath stank from the rotting flesh, like a Kraken it was.” He nodded opening his eyes wide and swung back around to face the woman and drew his cutlass, “So I drew my cutlass and I lunged at the second one, just stood there staring at me it was.” He lunged forwards and leaned across the table meeting her eyes.
“Trying to stare me out as we circled, him with his claws and teeth and me with nought but me cutlass and wit. His partner leapt suddenly and I ducked to avoid becoming a kebab on its’ claws, it hit its’ mate and the most god almighty screaming went up as it writhed in agony. One eye punctured and weeping, the female turned on me full of wrath, she blamed me for her mates’ loss of sight so I drew my cutlass and ran through both of their small black hearts.” A cheer went up all round the tables; Jack grinned and bathed calmly in the warmth of their cheers, one man leaned forwards.
“But what about the tribes’ men Jack? What happened to them?” Jack leaned forwards on the table careful to avoid the spilt rum and sticky concoctions on the table top.
“Ah, you see I returned to their village with the creatures’ pelts and then they made me their chief. Course, a chief can go anywhere he wants so I ordered them to build me a raft and I sailed my merry way away.” The men chuckled and laughed and called for another tale, Jack shook his head, “Got to save some for next time now ain’t I.” They crowed and crooned and cheered before downing the rest of their drinks and turning to someone other pirate drunkenly relating a story along the same lines, he’d forgotten his own and thought Jacks’ had sounded good enough to repeat several times. Jack turned with a grin and slipped silkily into the seat opposite the woman, she glared at him.
“If you’re here to ask me name again…” He waved a hand absently and put on another winning smile, he wasn’t ready to abandon it just yet.
“No need love.” He leaned forwards conspiratorially with a grin, “I already know it.” He chuckled as he slipped down in his seat folding his arms cockily over his chest.
“Oh really, then tell me what might it be?” Jack grinned deeper, he felt like a Cheshire cat with the cream.
“Anna-Maria… wonderful to make your acquaintance at long last.” He held a hand out; slowly she did the same and they shook the grin never leaving Jack’s face, “I’ve got a proposition for you love. You know that little boat of yours, the Jolly Mon. How much would you consider selling it for?” Anna-Maria laughed and downed the rest of her drink.
“Nothing less than the world.” She stood up to leave, Jack grasped her arm.
“Well see now that might be slightly difficult to get hold of. I’d have to not only locate but some how go to Atlas, build up my strength before taking it off him and that’s if he’d even give it to me and I’d found his location. Then I’d have to find you, if he did give it to me if I found him, which I doubt, make sure you were strong enough to hold it, again if he had given it to me and I had found him which I still doubt, before eventually passing it over, if that is I actually had it having found him, and I dare to think that after chasing you with the world if I ever managed to get it off Atlas and find him, I wouldn’t fit in your bonny boat and would then have to go and earn myself another from a more scrupulous character.” Anna-Maria stared at him.
“What?” Jack opened his mouth to start again, she slapped him across the face, Jack gasped and pressed a hand to his cheek.
“What the bloody hell was that for?” He glared at her accusingly while rubbing his cheek. Not only did she abuse defenceless rum bottles but she also attacked defenceless cheeks of poor old pirates.
“For trying to confuse me and steal my boat. I told you, it’s not for sale and never will be. Now leave me alone.” Deciding that his cheek had been forced to endure enough punishment that night Jack stood still and watched her leave his fingers massaging some feeling back into the tingling flesh.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I HAVE TO SAY THAT I ACTUALLY REALLY, REALLY,REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS CHAPTER IT'S GOOD TO GET BACK TO THE JACK WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE (JUST HOPE I GOT ALL THE CHARACTERISATIONS RIGHT, AFTER ALL EVERYONE INTERPRETS HIM DIFFERENTLY)
Title: What Would You Do?
Rating: NC-17 by the end possibly sooner depends on how the story progresses again
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the PotC characters or movies (unfortunately); anything you recognize isn’t mine (god damn them to hell!) Before anyone asks yes, Oria is mine who else could have thought up such a creature?
Feedback: Please! First time fan fiction writer and desperate for tips, tricks, advice, stuff me full of info please! I want to improve and take over the world with my genius mwhahaha! Lol, only kidding but feedback would be fantastic, send it to raukarwen_deomene@yahoo.com or review!
Notes: So far unread, so really need feedback on it.
Chapter 6 - Drum Roll For Jack
To create an impression, to be impressive, that was what he wanted, that was what he had learned he needed and a well earned lesson it had been. Unfortunately he had neither the resources nor the plan to do either, well after all, he contemplated, how can one create a plan without the necessary resources. Jack tipped back a bit more of the rum the tingle tickling his senses delightfully as he gazed out over Tortuga harbour.
Various ships were in port and none were suitable, that one was rotten; the other was developing a distinct tilt to the starboard side, or was that just him. Jack wriggled to sit up straighter, the ship dipped even further to starboard and he shrugged. He contemplated another swig of the rum as he observed the rest of the ships, too small, too big, too rotten, wait that was the same ship as before... Jack glared at it for tricking him into thinking it was another ship, his attention quickly brought back to the issue of the rum.
“What’s one more drop going to do?” He tipped the bottle up and fell backwards in surprise when no rum fell out into his welcoming mouth. Glaring down the neck he shook it upside down several times over his palm, a few measly drops dripped out. With a grunt of disappointment he tossed the bottle over his shoulder and lapped up the little droplets in his palm, he paused, his tongue halfway down his palm and his eyes on a small boat trundling quietly, indiscreetly into harbour.
Finishing the cat like lick he stood up and watched as it made berth at the far end of the harbour behind the confusing rotten one. A woman clambered out easily and tied off the rope holding the little vessel safely to the pier. It bobbed merrily on the slight waves, its’ wooden name plate barely above the water line.
Jack read it swiftly, the Jolly Mon… welcome to Captain Sparrow’s repertoire of ships and boats and various other sailing things that he had used or been claimed to have used in the case of the sea turtles. His attention was drawn to the woman currently fending off an over eager man quite well. He chuckled, a slightly less violent Oria wannabe, wonderful, well he had nothing to offer in exchange, the empty rum bottle testified to that. At least it would have done if a small dog hadn’t been licking at its’ neck. Jack chased the mutt away and rescued the bottle with a scowl at the running dog, he glanced it over before realising he was being watched. His eyes met the dark ebony of the Jolly Mons’ owner, well this wasn’t the best first impression, chasing a dog off an empty bottle of ex-rum. He tossed the rum bottle quickly over his shoulder and placed his hands on his hips arrogantly.
“Can I, the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow assist such a beautiful creature as yourself?” Flattery always worked in his opinion; at least it did for him. The woman rolled her eyes and stalked away; Jack scowled and followed her muttering quietly under his breath. She turned on him sharply and he withdrew pushing his hands up in mock surrender.
“Are you stalking me?” He contemplated his answer slowly before smiling winningly, that was a good trick usually and tended to dissolve tense situations.
“If I said I was would you be any more positively inclined towards me?” Her eyes followed his random hand movements with a raised eyebrow of disbelief.
“Leave me alone.” She turned away again and stalked off once more; Jack dropped his shoulders and slumped after her for a few steps before picking himself up and matching her pace.
“What’s your name then? You know mine so it seems only a fair deal that I should have possession of yours in return.” He jumped backwards as she prodded his chest with the tip of her forefinger.
“You don’t need to know my name Mr Sparrow, it’ll do you no good what so ever. Now leave me alone.” Jack smacked her finger away and swayed forwards slightly, mildly pleased when she stood her ground.
“It’s Captain… Captain Jack Sparrow actually love.” She smacked his hat off with a sharp movement and stalked away, clearly unimpressed. Jack huffed as he rescued his hat from the dusty street floor and brushed it off before slamming it back onto his head, “Well that was really mature.”
His face fell as he ducked a thrown rum bottle and raised an eyebrow as she disappeared around a corner, well that could make persuading her to hand over the boat slightly awkward. Clearly not a very friendly person, taking out her anger on poor, defenceless, empty, rum bottles. Jack sighed and headed for the nearest tavern, time to do his rounds and see who would offer him a drink in exchange for rum and of course information about his little volatile friend. A tale, not rum, a tale he reminded himself feverishly cursing the slip of the tongue, damn rum was on his mind permanently.
:/
Half-way through his tale of how he escaped a tribe of cannibals single-handedly he noticed the woman enter and sit down rather sullenly with a mug of some alcoholic concoction. He grinned as he noticed she was listening in as well and turned to face her, determined to win her over with a good tale. He slapped a hand down on her table to emphasise his point.
“I chased down the creature that had been killing their people and cornered it against the stone back-drop of a waterfall. The roaring of the water pounding against the rocks echoing in my ears as I looked at this snarling beast, it was huge, of course it was! It had been feasting on the tribe for nigh on six years and had got a good belly from the pickings. When suddenly…” He jumped around making the men behind him jump, one slid off his seat in surprise as Jack bounced towards him making claws out of his hands.
“A second one leapt at me, a hunting pair, both of them screaming for my blood to add to those that were already in their bellies. I rolled out of the way as the first one lunged, its’ claws trying to rake my guts free.” He drew his fingers over one of the men’s fat beer bellies and his eyes widened as Jack leaned into his face.
“Their breath stank from the rotting flesh, like a Kraken it was.” He nodded opening his eyes wide and swung back around to face the woman and drew his cutlass, “So I drew my cutlass and I lunged at the second one, just stood there staring at me it was.” He lunged forwards and leaned across the table meeting her eyes.
“Trying to stare me out as we circled, him with his claws and teeth and me with nought but me cutlass and wit. His partner leapt suddenly and I ducked to avoid becoming a kebab on its’ claws, it hit its’ mate and the most god almighty screaming went up as it writhed in agony. One eye punctured and weeping, the female turned on me full of wrath, she blamed me for her mates’ loss of sight so I drew my cutlass and ran through both of their small black hearts.” A cheer went up all round the tables; Jack grinned and bathed calmly in the warmth of their cheers, one man leaned forwards.
“But what about the tribes’ men Jack? What happened to them?” Jack leaned forwards on the table careful to avoid the spilt rum and sticky concoctions on the table top.
“Ah, you see I returned to their village with the creatures’ pelts and then they made me their chief. Course, a chief can go anywhere he wants so I ordered them to build me a raft and I sailed my merry way away.” The men chuckled and laughed and called for another tale, Jack shook his head, “Got to save some for next time now ain’t I.” They crowed and crooned and cheered before downing the rest of their drinks and turning to someone other pirate drunkenly relating a story along the same lines, he’d forgotten his own and thought Jacks’ had sounded good enough to repeat several times. Jack turned with a grin and slipped silkily into the seat opposite the woman, she glared at him.
“If you’re here to ask me name again…” He waved a hand absently and put on another winning smile, he wasn’t ready to abandon it just yet.
“No need love.” He leaned forwards conspiratorially with a grin, “I already know it.” He chuckled as he slipped down in his seat folding his arms cockily over his chest.
“Oh really, then tell me what might it be?” Jack grinned deeper, he felt like a Cheshire cat with the cream.
“Anna-Maria… wonderful to make your acquaintance at long last.” He held a hand out; slowly she did the same and they shook the grin never leaving Jack’s face, “I’ve got a proposition for you love. You know that little boat of yours, the Jolly Mon. How much would you consider selling it for?” Anna-Maria laughed and downed the rest of her drink.
“Nothing less than the world.” She stood up to leave, Jack grasped her arm.
“Well see now that might be slightly difficult to get hold of. I’d have to not only locate but some how go to Atlas, build up my strength before taking it off him and that’s if he’d even give it to me and I’d found his location. Then I’d have to find you, if he did give it to me if I found him, which I doubt, make sure you were strong enough to hold it, again if he had given it to me and I had found him which I still doubt, before eventually passing it over, if that is I actually had it having found him, and I dare to think that after chasing you with the world if I ever managed to get it off Atlas and find him, I wouldn’t fit in your bonny boat and would then have to go and earn myself another from a more scrupulous character.” Anna-Maria stared at him.
“What?” Jack opened his mouth to start again, she slapped him across the face, Jack gasped and pressed a hand to his cheek.
“What the bloody hell was that for?” He glared at her accusingly while rubbing his cheek. Not only did she abuse defenceless rum bottles but she also attacked defenceless cheeks of poor old pirates.
“For trying to confuse me and steal my boat. I told you, it’s not for sale and never will be. Now leave me alone.” Deciding that his cheek had been forced to endure enough punishment that night Jack stood still and watched her leave his fingers massaging some feeling back into the tingling flesh.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I HAVE TO SAY THAT I ACTUALLY REALLY, REALLY,REALLY ENJOYED WRITING THIS CHAPTER IT'S GOOD TO GET BACK TO THE JACK WE ALL KNOW AND LOVE (JUST HOPE I GOT ALL THE CHARACTERISATIONS RIGHT, AFTER ALL EVERYONE INTERPRETS HIM DIFFERENTLY)