It's My Life
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Pirates of the Caribbean (All) › General
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Adult +
Chapters:
13
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2,394
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8
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It's My Life
Title: It’s My Life
Author: watashi
Rating: This chapter PG, R (possible NC-17) later
Disclaimer: Anna and Josiah are mine, the rest aren’t.
Author’s Note: Since I had a couple of requests for it, here’s a continuation and ending of “Scars”. The title is borrowed from a song by Bon Jovi.
Anna sighed and let her hand drop from shading her eyes. He wasn’t coming. That was less of a surprise than it might have been, considering that he was not only a pirate, but also one of the least predictable men she’d ever met. It was not, however, making her life any easier just then. She could see the Black Pearl riding at anchor on the bay, and she knew that usually Jack would have been up in the tavern by now, seeing how dry he could drink them. And she wanted him drunk, so she could talk to him.
“Damn it, Jack, can’t you be reliable once? Just once. That’s all.” She sighed again and went back down the street to the tavern, where she had started out as a barmaid, and progressed from there to singer, tavern owner and pirate’s mistress. It had been a nice couple of years since Jack had turned her into a singer, and now she could even sing in public with her eyes open, providing Jack was part of the public she was singing to. At least singing was something she knew she could do well.
“Unlike almost everything else,” she thought. “Including building a life for myself with room for anyone else in it.” She ran through the list in her head. The tavern’s cook, serving maid and barmaid all had “understandings” with perfectly nice young men, and the off-hours talk consisted mostly of wedding plans and dreams of married life. Anna was the only one who had no such understanding with anybody. Leaving aside the tavern ownership, her standing as a singer tended to put off the men who would have propositioned her as a barmaid or serving maid (not that she would have taken any of their offers, she thought dryly, but at least they offered, then), and now she was dependent for intimacy on the fortunes of a man who went out of his way to get himself into potentially lethal situations. The problem was, the bloody man was addictive. She ran a finger morosely along the rim of the wooden bowl she collected coins in when she was singing. “Well done, Anna. Now what have you got to show for yourself? Not bloody much. A fairish bit of money and a tendency to eyestrain every time the Pearl shows up. And if you ever tell Jack where your money is, you won’t have that for long either.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” Anna whirled around, prepared to throw the bowl if she had to, only to see Gibbs standing behind her.
“Dammit, don’t DO that! It’s bad luck to sneak up on a woman in her own bar!”
“Bad luck for which one, the one who was sneaking or the one who was being snuck up on?”
“That depends entirely on what’s in my hands at the time. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything heavy, or anything sharp.”
“I am, at that. Sorry.”
“Not much, you’re not.” She grinned, though, in spite of herself, and put the bowl back down on the bar. “What are you drinking, and isn’t it early for you to be starting in with it?”
“Rum, of course, and aye, it is, but this is an exception. There’s a little matter on board ship that I’d dearly love to forget, if you take my meaning.” Anna handed him his rum in exchange for a small coin and let him start in on it before she delved into the matter further.
“Oh? Jack and Anamaria at each other’s throats again? Beats me how those two can sail together at all.”
“Not exactly. Anamaria’s not speakin’ to Jack, right enough, but she’s got a good reason this time, says I. Seems she wants to get married, and –“
“Oh ye gods, not her too! Who’s she got her eye on?”
“Well, seems there was this man in Nassau, and he refused to let her sail off without him, so she got Jack to sign him on as crew. Would’ve been all fine, except the man’s hopeless as a pirate and not much better as a sailor. So now Jack wants him put ashore, and since he won’t go without Anamaria, she’s threatening to put herself ashore with him, and Jack won’t have that. So Jack locked her up below, and locked him up on deck, and won’t leave the Pearl until he gets things his way. Bein’ the captain an’ all, he thinks he’s entitled to be right.”
“Ye gods and little fishes. What was this paragon doing in Nassau, anyway? For work, I mean.”
“He was a cooper, I think.” Anna snorted. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, only there’s a song about coopers…never mind. Can’t Jack use him as a cooper on board?”
“Well, we don’t have much that has to be kept in barrels, y’see. It’s not like we’re a merchant or a passenger ship.”
“If you were a passenger ship, you could keep him. He sounds like a born passenger.” Anna sighed. She knew where this conversation was going, and knew that by the end of it, she would either have hired the man or would have persuaded Jack to keep him on and teach him something he could earn his keep with. Either way, she was going to end up stuck in the middle of yet another incipient wedding. “Shall we get it over with, then?”
“Get it over with?”
“Don’t play innocent. You want me to come see if I can talk Jack around, right?”
“Well…yes.”
“Right. Well, let’s get it over with, then.” Gibbs looked into the bottom of his mug, mildly dismayed. “Oh, all right, you did pay for it, after all. But you ARE coming with me once you’re fortified. If nothing else, you can carry something for me.”
“’Course. I wouldn’t miss this for all the rum in Tortuga.”
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A/N: I have more of this, but I'm not sure where it's going. Should I bother posting it? Let me know!
Author: watashi
Rating: This chapter PG, R (possible NC-17) later
Disclaimer: Anna and Josiah are mine, the rest aren’t.
Author’s Note: Since I had a couple of requests for it, here’s a continuation and ending of “Scars”. The title is borrowed from a song by Bon Jovi.
Anna sighed and let her hand drop from shading her eyes. He wasn’t coming. That was less of a surprise than it might have been, considering that he was not only a pirate, but also one of the least predictable men she’d ever met. It was not, however, making her life any easier just then. She could see the Black Pearl riding at anchor on the bay, and she knew that usually Jack would have been up in the tavern by now, seeing how dry he could drink them. And she wanted him drunk, so she could talk to him.
“Damn it, Jack, can’t you be reliable once? Just once. That’s all.” She sighed again and went back down the street to the tavern, where she had started out as a barmaid, and progressed from there to singer, tavern owner and pirate’s mistress. It had been a nice couple of years since Jack had turned her into a singer, and now she could even sing in public with her eyes open, providing Jack was part of the public she was singing to. At least singing was something she knew she could do well.
“Unlike almost everything else,” she thought. “Including building a life for myself with room for anyone else in it.” She ran through the list in her head. The tavern’s cook, serving maid and barmaid all had “understandings” with perfectly nice young men, and the off-hours talk consisted mostly of wedding plans and dreams of married life. Anna was the only one who had no such understanding with anybody. Leaving aside the tavern ownership, her standing as a singer tended to put off the men who would have propositioned her as a barmaid or serving maid (not that she would have taken any of their offers, she thought dryly, but at least they offered, then), and now she was dependent for intimacy on the fortunes of a man who went out of his way to get himself into potentially lethal situations. The problem was, the bloody man was addictive. She ran a finger morosely along the rim of the wooden bowl she collected coins in when she was singing. “Well done, Anna. Now what have you got to show for yourself? Not bloody much. A fairish bit of money and a tendency to eyestrain every time the Pearl shows up. And if you ever tell Jack where your money is, you won’t have that for long either.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” Anna whirled around, prepared to throw the bowl if she had to, only to see Gibbs standing behind her.
“Dammit, don’t DO that! It’s bad luck to sneak up on a woman in her own bar!”
“Bad luck for which one, the one who was sneaking or the one who was being snuck up on?”
“That depends entirely on what’s in my hands at the time. You’re lucky it wasn’t anything heavy, or anything sharp.”
“I am, at that. Sorry.”
“Not much, you’re not.” She grinned, though, in spite of herself, and put the bowl back down on the bar. “What are you drinking, and isn’t it early for you to be starting in with it?”
“Rum, of course, and aye, it is, but this is an exception. There’s a little matter on board ship that I’d dearly love to forget, if you take my meaning.” Anna handed him his rum in exchange for a small coin and let him start in on it before she delved into the matter further.
“Oh? Jack and Anamaria at each other’s throats again? Beats me how those two can sail together at all.”
“Not exactly. Anamaria’s not speakin’ to Jack, right enough, but she’s got a good reason this time, says I. Seems she wants to get married, and –“
“Oh ye gods, not her too! Who’s she got her eye on?”
“Well, seems there was this man in Nassau, and he refused to let her sail off without him, so she got Jack to sign him on as crew. Would’ve been all fine, except the man’s hopeless as a pirate and not much better as a sailor. So now Jack wants him put ashore, and since he won’t go without Anamaria, she’s threatening to put herself ashore with him, and Jack won’t have that. So Jack locked her up below, and locked him up on deck, and won’t leave the Pearl until he gets things his way. Bein’ the captain an’ all, he thinks he’s entitled to be right.”
“Ye gods and little fishes. What was this paragon doing in Nassau, anyway? For work, I mean.”
“He was a cooper, I think.” Anna snorted. “What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing, only there’s a song about coopers…never mind. Can’t Jack use him as a cooper on board?”
“Well, we don’t have much that has to be kept in barrels, y’see. It’s not like we’re a merchant or a passenger ship.”
“If you were a passenger ship, you could keep him. He sounds like a born passenger.” Anna sighed. She knew where this conversation was going, and knew that by the end of it, she would either have hired the man or would have persuaded Jack to keep him on and teach him something he could earn his keep with. Either way, she was going to end up stuck in the middle of yet another incipient wedding. “Shall we get it over with, then?”
“Get it over with?”
“Don’t play innocent. You want me to come see if I can talk Jack around, right?”
“Well…yes.”
“Right. Well, let’s get it over with, then.” Gibbs looked into the bottom of his mug, mildly dismayed. “Oh, all right, you did pay for it, after all. But you ARE coming with me once you’re fortified. If nothing else, you can carry something for me.”
“’Course. I wouldn’t miss this for all the rum in Tortuga.”
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A/N: I have more of this, but I'm not sure where it's going. Should I bother posting it? Let me know!