There'll be no livin' with her after this
Chapter 1- Jack coming back to Port Royale
Disclaimer: Hello! Hope you all like my first fan fic. Sorry I haven't written one sooner. No, I do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, but I wish I owned Jack Sparrow (swoon)
It was evening when Captain Jack Sparrow sailed into Port Royal, Jamaica on his beloved ship, the Black Pearl—his freedom; the key to his adventures in pilfering; what he used to sail from place to place, now, more often than ever, from Tortuga to Port Royal.
He had been living on the ship for a bit short of a few months now, ever since he last left Port Royal. His pirating mate, actually more of a blacksmith-turned-pirate, was supposed to accompany him back to Tortuga just for a bit of time, but of course he said that he had to remain, because he didn't have enough money to go. But, of course, Jack said,
"Well, we could easily get it off of anyone in Tortuga" scheming glint in eye, "Or if that doesn't seem to go our way, we could always pilfer." Smirk
Now, being the respectable man he was, Will Turner did not take an immediate liking to the pirate's plan.
"So, ye just expect me to stay on my ship, waiting for you to get all your goods an' cash? And what am I supposed to do during that millions of months, I ask? Just sail around aimlessly, or go back to Tortuga?"
"It seems that's what you always do, Jack."
Sometimes the wit of that boy drove Jack crazy. It reminded him of his dear mate, Bootstrap Bill Turner.
"Well, that lad surely does act like his father. He's a spittin' image of 'im, too."
So there Captain Sparrow was, after his several months of doing what Will expected, and now coming back for Will, because he simply didn't have the patience.
Captain Jack sailed up to the dock; the same dock he had sailed to, in a much smaller and less grand boat, that is, just about nine or ten months ago, when his adventure began.
Surely it wasn't that long ago? He walked out onto the dock, very calm, and very swish, and very sexy.
"Hey! Hold up there, you!" shouted a guard as Jack smoothly passed.
"Now..."
"Excuse me", Jack interrupted. "But you seem somewhat familiar; have we had this discussion before?"
"Well, if it isn't you again sir! Back again are we? Uh, what was your name, sir?"
"Mr. Smith. Or Smithy, if it's to your liking."
"It's a shilling to tie up your boat..."
"I'm well informed of that, thank ye. Now, if ye'll just take this", Jack said, handing him a sack of shillings, "That's a shilling for me ship", he said, nodding towards the Pearl,
"An' ye get to keep the rest if ye just make sure nothin' happens to it, and ye keep a sharp eye on the other guards and sort, an' make sure they don't hustle me", he finished, looking the guard in the eyes. You could tell a lot about Jack by his eyes. They were very expressive, unlike an average person's eyes, with a secret hidden in them, but yet a warmth, also.
"Well, I say, that caught me off guard, Mr. Smith. But I shall do your bidding. And, indeed, that is a grand ship you have."
"Don't touch it!" Jack said defensively, remembering the last time that happened.
"Just keep a weather eye open, and make sure no one goes near it."
With a small bow, he made his exit.
"Well, I can only hope that that bloke does what I tell him. Gave 'im ten shillings."
Not that it was exactly well earned, but still an amount of money.
"Jade! Jade, come here, darling and help me with this dress", Katrina Boswell, the Governor's niece, called.
"I'm coming, Miss Boswell", the maid answered. Her name was Jade Rochet. She had been a maid in the governor's household for a few months now, to earn enough money to buy food and keep up her house.
Jade was originally born in France, in the Saint-Tropez area, but moved away when she was 16. She had only been in Port Royal for 4 years, and had turned 20 just two months ago. She was svelte, almost too thin, as her friends would say.
Jade walked into Katrina's room, where Katrina was standing with her back towards her.
"I need you to lace up the back."
"Yes, miss"
Katrina was fairly pretty, with shining blue eyes and straight blonde hair. It was odd; most girls Jade had seen likened to wear their hair flowing and curled, but Katrina always wore it straight. Jade loved her own hair. It was naturally curly-not the tight, awful curls-but very smooth and flowing, and had natural ringlets of curls and beauty. She liked the color as well. It was chocolat-brown, as in French.
Jade also thought Katrina's eyes were peculiar. They were sort of a light blue, but not too light, and they seemed too intense. Not very likeable to the rest of her features. Now, Jade's eyes were lovely. They were big and a bright, sort of jade green (her parents thought of the name Jade when they saw her eyes; also it's a pretty name) and if one looked close, one could see flecks of gold.
"Alright, Miss Boswell."
"Thank you, Jade. What do you think?" Katrina turned around, showing her lacy, cream-colored dress.
'Well, first of all, that corset is way too tight. How can she even breathe? My ribs nearly broke when I wore one. Hmm...I really don't like her hair that straight. Bugs me... Oh, too much eye and lip makeup, but maybe that's just me, since I never wear any because I'm too self-conscious...Lovely jewelry, though...' Jade thought to herself.
"Jade?"
"Oh! Yes. You look absolutely lovely, Miss Boswell."
Katrina put on one of her fake smiles. "Okay. Well, I've got to get going, dear. You can see yourself out, and my uncle will pay you, umm, shortly."
"Have a good evening, Miss Boswell", Jade answered as she departed. She sighed. The governor never paid her on time. But she still managed. And her friends helped too.
Jade opened the gate (it was actually very heavy, or maybe she was just weak, so she had a bit of trouble opening it) and began her walk home.
"Oh..." she suddenly gasped, as she began to feel weak and her eyes suddenly got fuzzy.
She shook her head, convinced that it was nothing, and it was becoming dark, so she couldn't stop before she returned home.
She had walked no more than a few more steps, when her eyes became very fuzzy again. Breathing very heavily, she leaned against a wall.
'I can't just wait here till I feel all better. I have to get home before it gets really dark', Jade told herself.
With some effort, Jade stood up and shook her head again. "Oh..." she said painfully, putting a hand to her forehead.
"Da da da da da da da da da da da, drink up me hearties, yo ho!" Jack hummed cheerfully to himself.
"Ah!" Jack suddenly heard a strained gasp. He quickly turned the corner to see a young woman falling.
He ran to her and caught her just before she hit the ground.
'Appears the poor lass has fainted. Hmm... Very pale. And, my how thin she is! Wonder the last time she's eaten...''
"Well, best be taking her to the ship."
Jack picked the girl up (which was no trouble at all, because it felt like she weighed nothing and began to carry her to the Black Pearl)
'Well, she is very pretty. Really must help revive her, though. What's this?'
As Jack studied the girl, he noticed a card sticking out from on of the pockets on the skirt of her dress. He took it, scanning over briefly. It stated her employment.
'Oh, I see. The Governor's house'.
Jack began to remember the Governor; he almost was hanged because of him!
'Well, no surprise the poor lass has no money to eat or live. Governor just thinks about himself. This lass shouldn't 'ave to work there.'
A call interrupted Jack's thoughts.
"Mr. Smith, I did everything you told me to. And..."
"Alright! Now, shut up!"
The guard gave a nervous nod, and left.
"Ah", Jack sighed, relieved to see his ship, all his own.
Jack carried the girl into a warm, rather comfortable room, with a large bed, lit by candles. He laid the lass in the bed, and covered her with the covers, which were an off-white, and puffy.
He grabbed a spare bottle of rum. "This should warm her up". He opened her mouth slightly to let her drink a drop of the rum. Jack waited about a minute, sitting by her.
I'll let her rest, god knows she needs it, and check up on her in the morning.