Fanfiction 1

It was a dark, quiet corner where Captain Jack Sparrow sat, drinking a stein-full of rum. He stared aimlessly out among the crowd of riotous people, which was in the most rowdy and disorderly tavern in all of Tortuga. Swigging the last of his drink, he slowly started to rise from the bench where he sat, when all of a sudden, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen sat down right across from him.

She was known as the prettiest prostitute in the town. Men would beg to sleep with her, but she only gave to those who were needy, not wanting. She had a propensity, (you may also call it a skill) which allowed her to see what a man was thinking, along with his past. She would roam cities long and far, searching to help those whom no one could help. She was known as Serenity. But most people called her Cheri. (Pronounced like “sherry”) She had just entered the town, and she had one of the strongest feelings she had ever had. She followed it into a loud and raucous pub, where men and women ran around, half-dressed, shooting random people and downing liquor like there was no tomorrow. But she had seen worse. (A/N - that’s kinda sad…-) It was the type of town that no one ever felt unwanted. ‘Cept for one man… and that be Capt. Jack, himself. Feelings of loneliness, remorse, miserable-depression… The feelings were endless, and none of them were positive. Looking into his past, it wasn’t exactly what you would call “cheerful”, but it wasn’t like he had much to mourn about. He had gotten his ship back, he had a faithful crew, enough treasure for the Royal Navy to live on, and even more. But he was still not satisfied.

She sat right across from him, looking him in his dark, mysterious eyes. She immediately fell in love with his eyes; They seemed to catch her breath, and she could almost see to his soul. But a confused look was drawing upon his face; he had no idea who this lovely girl was! Mustering up some courage to talk, (A/N - he was drunk, mind you -) he grinned mischievously and spoke to her. “What be y’er name, love?” He was gazing her over, from top to bottom, and she felt his boot coming passé, and rubbed it against her ankle. She had a feeling of disgust; maybe her sensory wasn’t working. She wracked her brain, trying to find something that would explain his emotions.

All while she was thinking, a thought came to Jack; Why in the world would this lass come over and sit next to me, given that she probably wants something… Or she’s a whore. He quite hoped for the latter, but there was almost a characteristic about her, that she was not just ‘any’ woman… She was quite a special woman, after all. His thoughts and emotions filled her head, and it suddenly came pouring in. He had never loved someone before! Never knowing of his parents, he grew up on ship-to-ship, getting money when he could, and spending most of his life amid the ocean. He never got close to anyone, and it was now starting to have effect on him.

Jack sat there, expecting her to reply, or at least acknowledge him sitting there, but she sat there was a dreamy little look on her face. He suddenly got worried, maybe she was crazy! He started to stand up, and leave at once, but as soon as he moved, she reached across the table and grabbed him.

“I wouldn’t be leaving just yet, Captain Sparrow.” She smiled gently at him, and immediately he felt at ease. Dropping back in his seat, he raised his hand to order more drinks.

“So, what be y’er name and purpose, if ye don’t mind me askin’?” He pondered over a fresh pint of whiskey and rum. She ran her fingertips along the top of her glass, trying to decide what story to use on him.

“I come from a island named Ortega. It’s East of here, by quite some ways. I came to start a new life, after my…” She glanced at his lower arm, to double check,” After my town was invaded by pirates.” He took another swig of his drink.

“Aye, nasty pirates.. All they ever do is pillage and plunder, taking and killing… Right?” He flashed a toothy grin, which revealed some golden and silver teeth. To her surprise, she thought the teeth sort of suited him. She strived to deem the perfect words, ”No, not in my sense… I don’t mind pirates at all. In fact, they make the best friends.. ‘Fore most pirates are dishonest, and dishonest people are the most trustworthy people… Honestly…” She grinned back, hoping he wouldn’t catch on to her act. His smile grew even larger, and, of course, he was too drunk to realize that was his exact wording on the Isla of De Muerta, about 4 days ago… “Aye, y’er in good luck, then. I happen to be one of the worst-feared pirates in the whole seven seas!” He guffawed, as if this struck him funny.

“Yes, I think everyone has heard the stories about the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow. If you don’t mind me asking, where exactly are you settled?” His eyebrows rose in wonder, but he answered her truthfully. “ I acquired a home, down the road a bit. It came with the ship,” he stammered, almost ashamed to think about it. It was a huge manor, which had up to 5 bedrooms, and which he only attained one.

She sat there, making out a plan in her mind. “How would you feel to going back to your place, then?” She asked him, leaning closer to him, smelling his scent… Rum and the ocean air… She closed her eyes for a second. He was staring at her in wonder, because she was the first woman to ever ‘ask’ to come home with him. It was always the man who was asking! Surely she realized this… But the more he thought about it, the more he realized he actually wanted her to come home with him. “If you feel it would please you, but I must warn you, I am exceedingly drunk,” And with this, she got up, and helped him out of his seat, and they headed off towards his beautiful new home. She lifted his arm around her shoulder, to help balance him so he wouldn’t tumble to the ground. A few minutes later, they came about his front door, which he pushed open. “I never lock anything” He said sheepishly. He pointed out his room to her, and she leaded him there, and it wasn’t until he rested on the end of his bed, that he realized just how beautiful she really was. She was standing in front of an open window, where the moon shined down on her face, and she was soflty humming a tune, which he recognized straight away. “That be one of the best songs e’er written.” He whispered, as he watched her remove her dress, ever so slowly, one button at a time.

He had no idea why she was doing this, but the more skin he saw, the more sober he felt. And that wasn’t the only thing he felt; a familiar stirring in his britches caused him to sit up, gazing at the beauty that stood before him, in only a bodice. She walked over to his bed, and pulled back the covers, and gently pressed him down, so he was laying. He soft hands caressed his cheek (A/N – his really SEXY cheek!-) and her lips met his, in the most sensual kiss he had ever had part in. His whole body flushed, gaining rapid heat. He broke away, to catch his breath, and she layed down next to him, massaging his arms and shoulders, because she knew they ached. The one thing that ached the most though, was the one thing she couldn’t massage... His heart. He was getting into the mood by now, and he reached over to loosen the back of her bodice. She let him, and they met in another amazing kiss; This time, it lasted longer, and his hand went from her cheek, down to her chest… he reached into the top of her bodice, and her back arched slightly from the pleasure. He may not had loved anyone before, but he sure knew what he was doing when it came to making love…

He started kissing the nape of her neck, gradually making his way down… lower… and she moaned alittle, with affectionate giggle when he tickled her. He was most definitely the best man she had been with in bed… She just couldn’t put her finger on it… Something about him made her unsure. After some playful kissing and biting, she slid the rest of the bodice off, leaving her in nothing but a lacy bra and panties. His mouth drooped alittle. She was such a stunning sight… He could barely contain his delight, and it was quite obvious the same went with her too. She climbed up top of him, and slowly they made love, they didn’t just have sex… It was a connection of passion, between two lovers, that went on through the night, until early in the morning, where they fell asleep, Cheri still on top of him, and snuggled with his arms resting on the small of her back.

The next morning, Jack awoke to see that the woman from the tavern wasn’t there. He quickly investigated the whole house, but she was nowhere to be seen. ‘That was it then’, he thought with a heavy heart. He finally found love, and it slipped through his fingers as soon as he fell asleep. He didn’t even know her name! It was this moment that he dedicated all his time to finding her again… He must know about her! He knew it was love. Anything about her… And he would search the whole Spanish Main to locate her…