15Heyyy guys!
This is a sequel to my story "Pirate's life", so if you haven't read that yet, I would recommend that you read it first, it might be easier to understand what's going on. This story will have spoilers for Pirates 5 too. I'm so excited to post this, it will be a shorter story than Pirates life, but i hope you'll like it anyway. I think my writing has really improved since last year and I'm also in a far more positive state of mind now, which has really helped too. Anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don´t own Pirates of the Caribbean or ist characters. This story though is mine.
"What's my hand without your heart to hold?
I don't know what I'm living for
If I'm living without you
All my friends they know and it's true
I don't know who I am without you
I've got it bad, baby
Got it bad
Tell Me You Love Me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this, I do
On days like this
Oh, tell me you love me
I need someone on days like this, I do
On days like this"
Blackbeard fell to the ground and felt the life slowly leave his body. Jack bent down to him and said: "I made a promise to her, Mr. Beard, and one day I will do as I said. I will marry her." Blackbeard's eyes widened and he tried to say "no", but he couldn't. Two seconds later, he died.
14 years later...
There it was. He grinned widely, showing off his gold teeth. The island every pirate loved.
Tortuga.
The sun had started to set and in the distance, he could see the warm lights of Tortuga being reflected on the calm waves of his beloved, mysterious sea. As a pirate, he knew more about the sea than anyone and yet, it was still a strange place to him. The dark depths of it unknown. And still it was home.
"Cap'n Sparrow? We were just wondering who is going to watch the Pearl tonight." Larry, a teenage boy of Captain Jack Sparrow's crew asked him.
Jack barely even turned his head to look at the boy. He simply took another swig of rum. "Well. Tortuga is no place for a boy, Larry. You and Cotton can stand watch. And take the monkey with you." Jack ordered.
Defeated, Larry returned to the rest of the crew. Why was it always him?
On the other hand, he was happy that he wouldn't have to do it alone.
It had been an eventful past few years for Jack and part of the crew. Recently, they had robbed a rich house in Port Riyal. They had defeated Capitán Salazar and lifted every curse of the sea. William and his damsel were reunited and Henry and Carina had left with them. Captain Hector Barbossa had died in battle, he had sacrificed himself for his (very attractive) daughter Carina. Ugh, Jack would never be able to handle having a kid.
It was like a blurred out picture, like an object hidden by the fog, but somewhere in the very back of his mind he remembered... he remembered that he might just have had a child. Years ago. But he couldn't think about it, because if he did, it would somehow... hurt him. And he was a pirate. He couldn't have that. He wouldn't have that. He had to be tough and strong and free.
Jack steered the Black Pearl into the harbour and he and the crew, save for Larry, Cotton, his parrot and Jack the monkey got off and wandered off into the beautiful, yet somewhat dangerous island of Tortuga.
Jack strolled down the streets with a content expression on his face. First, he needed to find a pub, rum and a lady for the night. Suddenly, leaning against a barrel, he witnessed a blonde and a red-haired woman. Oh bugger. He quickened his pace and just as he thought he'd been able to slip past them, someone slapped him hard and then again on the other cheek. Wining slightly, he opened his eyes. Of course. Scarlett and Giselle. "Scarlett! Giselle! How lovely to see you two." He faked a smile. And the two women didn't buy it one bit.
"You. Owe. Us. Money." Giselle roaned into his ear. Jack swallowed. "You left twice. Without paying! Do you think we do this job because we like it? You're without doubt the worst customer ever!" Scarlett added, her face red with fury. Jack clumsily searched his pockets for money. He only had 10 shillings left. "H- how much do I owe you, exactly?" He almost whispered, in fear he wouldn't be able to buy any rum anymore. "10." Giselle stated, with a cold expression. Jack swallowed, but gave them the money. He didn't want to die here.
The two women ran off with the money and Jack sighed. No more rum for him. Unless of course, he robbed someone. But people would notice and start a fight he didn't want to cause.
Sighing again, he opened the door to the pub "Mermaid's Inn" and entered. He decided to sit at the back of the inn, silently drinking the last bit of rum he had left from earlier.
People were singing, dancing and laughing. Loads of prostitutes were throwing themselves at the sailors and disappeared into rooms with them.
Jack thought about the good old days. His adventures with Will and Elizabeth, Barbossa, Davy Jones, Calypso and even Blackbeard. Even... Angelica. He snapped out of his trance, when a lady slumped down into his lap, grinning a very fake smile. She had dark, thick brown hair and was wearing a hat that covered half her face. She had a great body, though. Jack waited, but she didn't say a word. "Sorry, luv, I don't have any money to pay ye. Maybe next time." He declined the "offer", but she wouldn't leave.
"I'll work for free." She whispered and bit her lip in an overexagurrated manner. Jack smiled though and let her take his arm. She pulled him up the stairs and into a very small room.
Then, she just stared at him from under her heavy eye make-up. Damn, she was beautiful. Jack grabbed her waist, but she pushed him away... gently? He tried again, but the woman was faster. She grabbed his hands before they could touch her. Controlling, she guided him to the wall and pinned him against it. This wench was different than any other, Jack noticed. He just looked at her, waiting for her to do something. To his absolute surprise, she came even closer, her hands still entwinded with his. Never leaving his gaze, she stood on tiptoes, now on eye level. What was she doing? Completely unexpectedly, she kissed him. One hand now played with the beeds in his hair, while she kissed him. Jack kissed her back. She had very soft lips. He sure didn't mind this. Carefully, he removed her hat. She deepened the kiss. Jack realized: this wasn't just a kiss. She was talking to him in a way. He felt all the emotions in her kiss. Anger, lust, hate, hurt, passion and most of all... love. Then it hit him like cannonfire: the woman he was kissing was Angelica. Her soft lips, her velvety hair, those curves. It was Angelica. Softly, he whispered her name, and she pulled away straight away. Jack opened his eyes. There she was. Even though she had more dark eye make-up on than usual, he recognized her. Such a beauty.
"Hello Angelica."
"Hello Jack."
There was silence for a few seconds. Neither knew what to say. Where to start.
"Is this what you've become? A wench?" Jack asked in disbelief, almost with a hint of anger in his voice. Fortunately, the Spanish woman shook her head. "It was a disguise. I knew you were coming." She explained.
Jack grinned a sly smile.
"Ye waited for me, eh? Missed me?" Angelica laughed bitterly. "If only it was that. Do you remember the Dark Eagle? Captain Arthur's ship? The one you rescued me from?" She wanted to know. Oh, he remembered. Years ago, he had to get the map to the chest to rule the wind and tides from Angelica, but when he arrived at the island he'd abandoned her on, she was gone. She'd been captured by the evil Captain Arthur.
"What about him?"
Angelica walked over to a bucket of water and proceeded to wash the make-up off her face. "He was here. I saw him. He is still here, the Dark Eagle is at the harbour. I heard the crew talk about where they're headed. Rumrunner's Island." She explained and dried her face off. Jack marched over to her and awkwardly placed his hands on her hips from begind. Angelica quickly slipped out of the embrace by turning around rapidly. She was not ready for getting hurt again. A simple kiss at least couldn't hurt her. But she knew what he wanted. She knew him too well. He had after all taken her for a wench. She shook her head slightly.
"He's trying to steal my rum!" Jack exclaimed, referring to the rum on the island. "Well, whatever he's doing, we have a chance to destroy him once and for all. If we follow him and then surprise him by attacking on the shore of Rum Island, it'll work."
Jack's lips slowly formed into a smile. "Ah. So you want me to help you?"
Angelica looked away. She didn't want to seem desperate, but she wouldn't deny that Arthur was one of the few things she was truly afraid of. "We'll give him two days headstart, presuming he leaves tomorrow." Jack declared and left the room. "Wait! Where are you going?" Angelica demanded to know. He couldn't just leave again!
"I'm getting us a room in this inn." He called over his shoulder while going to pay the woman in charge of the hotel section of the inn. "Us?" Angelica asked with a disgusted face.
The woman at the table handed Jack the keys and added: "You two look like a lovely couple. Have a nice stay."
Angelica shot the poor woman a death glare. "We are not a couple." She hissed.
She then hurried to keep up with "her" pirate captain. "I thought you were broke." She mentioned. Jack smiled. "It's Jeff's money. Or George or whatever he's called. He works here. The cleaner."
"I can't believe you don't feel ashamed of yourself." She shook her head. They had arrived at the room and Jack unlocked the door and held it open for Angelica to enter first. She raised her eyebrows at this. Since when was Jack a gentleman? "Ladies first." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes in response. His flirting techniques weren't working. Jack locked the door behind them.
There was a window ahead of them and a big double bed to their right, a wardrope on the left of it. It was after midnight, so they would go to sleep now. Angelica looked around. There was nowhere to get changed. Oh great. Jack threw his boots into a corner and took off his shirt, then jumped into bed. "Care to join me, love?" He flirted. Angelica rolled her eyes again, then started to untie her corsett. She took off the dress and hung it over a chair. Then she crawled into bed next to her ex-fiancé. "Do you have to wear these dirty trousers in bed?" She complained. "Want me to take them off?" Jack grinned. "NO!" She snapped and turned her back to him.
Jack shook his head. He just didn't get women.