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Scarlett's Tale	By : lotusbalm Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > Het - Male/Female Views: 5322 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Scarlett's Tale
Chapter 2
Scarlett was getting the finishing touches done on her makeup by a sweet little plump woman named Maria, who fretted over the girls of Ninfa's Del Mar Palacio as if they were her daughters. "There," the sweet faced woman said in satisfaction in Spanish. She clasped a hand to her heart as she studied Scarlett. "You take my breath away, child, no matter how often I see your beauty. One day a man here is going to see you on stage and steal you away!"
Scarlett smiled impishly at Maria as she turned in her dressing room chair to inspect her appearance before she was to make her way on stage. "It wouldn't be the first time a man has tried," she answered back in Spanish. "You've done an amazing job as always, Maria. I feel like a Goddess."
"Gracias, Seniorita," Maria said pridefully.
"MARIA!"
"Oh!" Maria said in surprise, her hand fluttering back to her heart as she turned in the direction in which the yell had come from.
Scarlett rolled her eyes. "You better go see what Princess Esmeralda wants before she starts throwing things."
Maria frantically nodded her head, apparently not detecting the sarcasm in Scarlett's voice, and tottered out of the room as fast as her short legs could carry her. Scarlett turned back to face her mirror with a wry twist to her lips, shaking her head.
It was female performers like Esmeralda - the ones who thrived on drama and negative attention - that made Scarlett prefer the company of pirates.
Scarlett let out a listless breath and refocused on her appearance. She truly did look radiant thanks to Maria's handiwork. Maria had applied a translucent shimmering dust to Scarlett, which Scarlett liked to call 'fairy dust' instead of what it really was – which was grease and gold powder. Maria had applied it onto the arches of Scarlett's brow bones, at the corners of her eyes, and dusted it onto the slants of her cheekbones. It heightened the natural beauty of her face to an ethereal beauty. Her long waves of dark red hair were fashioned into a thick mass of glistening loose curls, which were adorned with a shimmering headdress of seashells, crystals, and hanging tendrils of cream, white, pink and black pearls. Her plump pink lips settled into a lopsided grin, making the apples of her cheeks stand out. The little black beauty mark on her right cheek was impossible to miss.
'That's where all your enchantment comes from.'
Scarlett stared unseeingly at the mirror, seeing not herself but Jack. She let herself dissolve into the sudden memory.
'That's where all your enchantment comes from,' Jack said as he kissed the beauty mark on her cheek. They lay together naked and twisted in the sheets of Scarlett and her husband's bed. Her husband was away on business. ''S why when I first saw you I was determined to have you,' Jack said matter-of-factly. 'The Goddess of Love sent Cupid to kiss you on the cheek and some of that power was forged into you. I simply couldn't contain myself when you and your beauty mark came my way. I was powerless to stop.'
'You didn't seem very powerless to me,' Scarlett said coquettishly. 'You know, since you had your wicked way with me and all.'
'Powerless,' Jack reiterated with a smirk. He slid down her body, dusting kisses along her flesh until he reached her femininity. He gently parted her thighs and licked the tender petals of her. She moaned in pleasure. 'Powerless,' he said once again before he pleasured her with his mouth.
Scarlett refocused on her reflection. A wistful, depressed nymph stared back at her.
She missed Jack.
It had been three years since she'd last seen him. She was used to going for long periods of time without them crossing paths, but they always made it a point to see each other at least once a year.
Three years felt like an eternity...
After Jack had dropped Scarlett off at New Providence, she had quickly skirted the drunken debauchery on the sandy shores of the island and had made her way deep inside the shade of the emerald green jungle. Counting out her paces carefully in her head, she stopped and tore at the earth with her bare hands when she came to the spot where she had her emergency funds buried. New Providence really was the perfect place for this sort of thing because by the time pirates reached the shores they were already so drunk in anticipation of their pleasure-seeking that they only had enough of a mind to dock their ships and then fall onto their backs in the huts dotting the shore. Scarlett could imagine it in her mind's eye – the pirates extending their grubby hands, dolling out silver and gold pieces of eight to the lusty maidens who made their fantasies come true. No one bothered to go as deep as the jungle of New Providence – that's not where the fun was to be had.
Once Scarlett had lined her tight bodice with all the coins she could possibly make out with, she had carefully buried the rest back into the earth and artfully put foliage over her treasure's resting place. After that it had only been a matter of getting back to the shoreline and batting her eyelashes at pirates who were making their way off the island. Being Scarlett - infamous pirate wench with hair the color of fiery passion and a face that many throughout the Spanish Main argued could launch more ships than the legendary Helen of Troy - bartering a ride was never a problem for her. Once on board, she had started a lively dance and sang songs full of tongue-in-cheek lyrics that put sappy grins on the buccaneers faces. By the time she had reached Tortuga she had a ship full of smitten men who lavished her with exotic gifts from their sea travels. She had traded all of their baubles in for cold-hard currency.
After reaching Tortuga and securing her small fortune (thanks in part to the buccaneer crew) her next destination had been Madame Adelina's. Scarlett had slipped past the drunken brawls in the risque part of town and made her way to where the dirt packed roads became cobbled streets lined with anonymous doors. The atmosphere here was more relaxed and quiet. The frenzied music and sounds of crashing and gun blasts gave way to the sweet song of the cicadas chirp, and fireflies fluttered about in the dripping branches of weeping willows covered in moss. Scarlet had passed rows of sweeping cream-colored adobe archways yellowed by lit oil lamps that hung within posts along the streets. She stopped when she had come to a rounded iron door covered in floral metal filigree. She had put her hand in the doorknocker and knocked twice, as was custom.
A little latch had slid open and an eye heavily caked in blue eyeshadow and black kohl peered out at her. Scarlett had smiled charmingly for Madame Adelina and the door was quickly opened.
Madame Adelina had swiftly pulled Scarlett into her apartments. The wind was knocked out of Scarlett as the petite little old woman embraced her about her middle. "Oh Mother Mary Magdalene, you're alive! How'd you escape the gallows, darling?"
Scarlett had coughed and spit out hair from her mouth as Madame Adelina always wore a giant powdered grey wig piled high like a mountain of decorated spaghetti, as was the fashion of the French aristocracy a few decades back. "Jack pretended to be a navy officer and rescued me," Scarlett had said, while she let Madame Adelina inspect her like a fussy grandmother.
Madame Adelina had raised a drawn-on black eyebrow at her explanation. In her heavy Portuguese accent she had asked, "How does that pirate always know where to find you? It is a good thing in this case, but very odd."
"I dunno. He's always blathering on about having a deep sense of the female intuition, or some such like that. Maybe it's true," Scarlett had said with a shrug, trying to make light of it. Also like a fussy grandmother, Madame Adelina was always looking too much into things and said that everyone was in love with Scarlett. It was sweet that she was trying to play matchmaker, but Scarlett didn't need the grief of a relationship. It didn't work when you were famous for being a whore.
"'Deep sense of the female intuition,'" Madame Adelina scoffed. "He loves you, and you are filthy."
Madame Adelina was the only person that could still make Scarlett blush. "I know I'm filthy," Scarlett had said, ignoring the other (obsured) part. "Did you manage to get my clothes out of my apartments before someone else took over the place?" Everything had been taken away from Scarlett, including the key to her apartments, when she had been arrested.
"Absolutamente, darling," Madame Adelina had said with a vigorous nod. It made her wig tremble violently. She swept her hand out in front of her, gesturing Scarlett to follow her as she went into the room which she kept all of her fabrics and garments she was working on creating. Madame Adelina was a thriving designer of naughty undergarments. The French absolutely loved her designs and imported from her regularly. "Here they are! Safe and sound," she said with a bright smile, gesturing to a rack of richly designed dresses and piles and piles of slinky undergarments. "I could not let my precious designs fall into the hands of those who would not appreciate the garments as much as you do, sweet Scarlett."
"Oooh Madame Adelina, you are a godsend," Scarlett had said gratefully as she ran her hand along her precious clothes. She rubbed a piece of silken cloth between her thumb and pointer finger, the familiar texture comforting her. There wasn't much that Scarlett could hold dear to her because of the madness of her lifestyle, but at least she had her lovely, provocative clothing. "Will you unlace me?" Scarlett had asked eagerly, presenting Madame Adelina with her back.
"But of course, my darling," Madame Adelina had said as she dutifully went to task.
After Scarlett had cleaned herself up in Madame Adelina's wash basin she had revisited some of her favorite clothes and some of Madame Adelina's new designs that the old woman wanted Scarlett to model in her shop in the bustling part of town. As Scarlett tried on Madame Adelina's new creations the little French-wigged woman discussed what she thought of the garments with her five fat, fluffy cats. They all answered Madame Adelina with their favorite word, "brrrow." Scarlett was used to Madame Adelina's eccentricities.
After Scarlett had settled herself in Madame Adelina's guest room, she had quickly established a routine of modeling Madame Adelina's creations in the old woman's storefront window, earning new lovely lace underthings and random gifts from lovestruck pirates that she would trade in for currency to replenish her loot. It was while she had been wearing a rusted-copper colored corset intricately lined in lace and crystals that she came to find herself presented with a wonderful opportunity. The corset she had been in had been paired with a dark navy blue lace undergarment that only covered her femininity and her bottom, leaving her thighs bare. Madame Adelina's attention to detail on what goes on underneath the clothes was what made her garments racy and revolutionary at the same time, after all. So Scarlett had been in the head-turning outfit, paired with navy blue pin-striped stockings, black knee-high lace up boots, and black gloves.
Needless to say she was very popular, and the window was barred against rowdy pirates who otherwise would have jumped through the glass to get to her.
Scarlett had slowly swiveled her hips round and round, creating a rhythm to branch off of with more intricate moves. She raised her arms slowly above her head, and then back down as if she was beckoning the crowd to join her. She made up her own free form of dance that was nothing like the formal training she received when she was being brought up to be a proper lady.
Oftentimes after she was done with her dance routine in front of Madame Adelina's store front window she would be propositioned by a pirate eager to pay for her companionship for the evening. It was on a night such as this, when she had already been propositioned by three pirates (and turned them all down because she would not be rude and bring clients to an apartment that did not belong to her), when she met short, rotund, and sweet-faced Carlos.
Scarlett had been quick to brush him off (she hadn't been in the mood to deal with yet another amorous pirate) but he said that he did not come to pay for her company, but wanted to offer her a job at his bar and dinner theatre called Ninfa's Del Mar Palacio at the Spanish fort in Panama. His incentive was that much of the gold pieces of eight, that so many pirates coveted when they decided to come to the Caribbean, were minted in the Spanish colonies. He told her with a winning smile on his face that with her beauty, Spanish civilians and nobility would be giving her gold coins by the fist-full.
It really was a no-brainer for Scarlett, who thought of the stingy drunkards roaming the streets of Tortuga. Their idea of seduction (and payment) was often to offer her a glass of rum and a wink. So she, being the pirate wench that she was, let the winds of change carry her and had heartily accepted his job offer. She had given Madame Adelina a kiss on her sagging cheek, a pat on all five of the fat, fluffy cats heads, and packed up her small arsenal of seductive clothing and sailed to Panama with Carlos.
That is how she found herself in her current situation, sitting in a dressing room three years later. Taking the job had been an overwhelming success for her, and Carlos and his wife Maria were everything one could hope for in a boss – kind, fair, and generous with hospitality and praise. Scarlett was going by the psuedonym 'Rosalia Rojo' and she did two shows a night, five days a week. In the underground pirate circles of the Spanish fort, everyone knew that 'Rosalia Rojo' was indeed Scarlett, but everyone in the know compliantly called her by her new stage name so as not to put their favorite girl in jeopardy. Men clamored from far and wide to see the infamous redheaded beauty sing and dance at the Ninfa's Del Mar Palacio.
For a pirate wench – she was living the high life.
...But that didn't explain why Scarlett felt so discontent lately.
She idly ran her fingers along the soft bristles of the makeup brushes resting in crystal jars on her vanity table.
She knew what it was. She was ready to move on again. She had spent too much time in one place and felt that uncomfortable tightness starting to grip her.
She glared at herself in the mirror. Why did she have to be so difficult? So...fickle? She knew deep down inside that she could never find people as nice as Carlos and Maria to work with. For the past three years they had been her family. They had taught her sweet, personal things - like how to speak Spanish and how to cook traditional foods that came from their homeland. They made her feel important... They made her feel loved. In a deep, abiding and honest way that Scarlett not too often came across.
The trouble was – it had been three years since she'd last seen Jack. Her routine was off, and that didn't sit too well in Scarlett's gut. What if he never thought to look for her in Panama? What if the rumors (or at least some of them) were true? What if he was...dead?
An icy dread filled her insides suddenly. She stopped playing with her makeup brushes. Tonight would be her last performance. She'd let Carlos know that she was leaving as soon as she was done with her routine. She had to find out what had happened to Jack.
She took a deep breath, suddenly feeling a lot better now that she had her affairs in order. Tonight she would give the best damn performance of a lifetime...
O.O.O.O.O
Scarlett stepped out onto the stage, the other girls artfully pointing towards her with supple twists of their bodies, as if they were a beacon honing towards the main attraction. She sauntered past them, winking when she spied Esmeralda's contemptuous expression focused on her. Esmeralda would be over the moon when she found out Scarlett was quitting. Scarlett decided based on that fact alone that Esmeralda could swallow the bitter pill of being second-best for one more night. She put on her most dazzling smile and sauntered toward the very front of the stage. She looked out to the packed, smokey crowd; only seeing murky dark human forms because all the torch-light was on the stage. She gave a deep curtsy and acted bashful as the audience stood and clapped and hollered for her.
She began her opening song. The honey tones of her voice instantly silenced the audience. It was as if every single last man in the room was holding their breath as they were absorbed into her spellbinding melody. The enchantment of her beauty, grace, and song made their hearts ache with feeling...
O.O.O.O.O
Scarlett took a deep breath after her finishing note on her final song. It had been a rousing song about the joys of life on the open sea. Her final costume change was a fitted black coat with long coattails and sleeves that gushed white lace from the elbows and outwards. It was paired with a magenta corseted bodice and dark purple and magenta striped stockings.
Scarlett took her final curtsy to the deafening applause of her audience. With a final, gesturing sweep of her arms she made her way off the stage. Maria was quickly at her side, mopping at Scarlett's brow with a kerchief. "You were absolutely amazing out there, Rosalia! It was magical to watch you!"
"Gracias, Maria," Scarlett said warmly, dragging in air. Scarlett felt it. It had been her very best performance to date. She was at peace with leaving on this grand note. "Where is Carlos? I want to speak with the both of you."
"He is out in the crowd," Maria said jovially. "First you must meet an admirer of yours. A dashing gentleman came in early to ask for a private word with you after your performance. He's not like the others," she said, referring to the lecherous sort. "You will want to talk to this one," she said with an impish smile.
Intrigued, Scarlett nodded her head as she made her way to her dressing room. "All right. Bring him to my dressing room after I've freshened up a bit."
Maria nodded eagerly as Scarlett shut her door. Scarlett pursed her lips as she stood against the back of her door for a moment. This was new. Usually Maria acted as the go-between and would just take the gifts on Scarlett's behalf and give them to her later when all the men had finally cleared out. If Maria felt that Scarlett should meet this man then he must be someone of significant importance. She snapped out of her inactive stance and walked over to her wash basin, cleaning the lines of kohl under her eyes with a moistened cloth as she wondered who it could possibly be.
Minutes dragged on to seem like hours. After Scarlett had fixed her appearance she had decided to sit in her chair at her vanity. She was fidgeting - and also actually getting a bit nervous now from the anticipation. Right when she was about to get up and see what was the hold up a knock sounded at her door. "Rosalia Rojo?" a muffled male voice with an English accent called out.
Scarlett quickly resettled back into her chair and cleared her throat. "Yes. Do come in," she said, putting a welcoming smile on her face.
A tall, broad shouldered man dressed crisply in grey trousers, a white billowing shirt, and a navy blue long-coat stepped into the room. His boots sounded heavily against the Spanish tile floor as he made his way towards her. He took off his pristine tricorn hat, revealing a cascade of straight white-blonde hair tied back from his face in a black ribbon. Piercing blue eyes stared at her. The expression in them was as hard as ice, which made a chilling picture with the smug smile on his face.
It was like being visited by the ghost of her father.
Scarlett felt dread grip her.
"M- Marcus?"
"Yes," he said, the deadly grin on his handsome face widening. "It is I, baby sister. Though I do go by Captain Marcus Fane II these days."
Yes. He was indeed his father's son. "A Privateer of the King, I presume?" she bit out disdainfully, quickly rising from her chair and backing away from him, trying to think of a quick exit strategy.
The deep timber of his voice hummed his agreement as he slowly - sinisterly - walked towards her. He was in no hurry because there was only a corner behind her that she was backing in to. "My, you are a sight for sore eyes," he said as he reached her, trapping her with no place to go. His light gaze, filled with dark intent, swept over her form. "You are as gorgeous as ever, sister. I had forgotten how captivating your charms are until tonight as I watched you on that stage."
Scarlett felt her skin crawl as unwanted memories invaded her mind. She felt along the little wooden stand behind her, her fingers encountering a glass vase filled with flowers and water. That'd do. "It seems I'm not the only one in the family that can put on a grand performance," she said spitefully. "What'd you tell Maria that allowed you in here? That I'm your long lost sister that you've been missing ever so terribly and have been searching far and wide to reunite with?" she asked mockingly.
"Well it's only the truth," he said, the grin never leaving his face.
Scarlett scoffed, gripping the vase tightly, getting ready to strike. "I don't think that the burning desire to kill someone is the same as missing someone."
"Oh, I don't want to kill you," he said, his voice filled with dark promise. "I have much better plans for you, little sister."
Like a lightening strike, Scarlett smashed the vase against his temple. His blue eyes widened in shock and he crumpled to his knees. "Over my dead body," she said as she stepped around him. "The rules of the game have changed, Marcus. The rules are that there are no rules. Pirate," she said over her shoulder as she made her way to the door.
When she opened it she found herself at the business end of a pistol.
A beautiful woman with bronze skin and dark features was holding it. She was dressed in men's clothing. More pointedly she was dressed as a pirate. She chuckled and stepped into the room, making Scarlett back up and away from the drawn pistol. "How quickly it comes back to bite you when there are no rules, no?" she asked in a heavy Spanish accent.
Scarlett suddenly had her hands wrenched behind her in a death grip. Marcus had recovered from the blow and was at her back. "Roselyn," he breathed into her ear. "I'd like you to meet my new First Mate, Angelica Malon. She was the one that led me to you. Apparently you two have a lot in common. You both were defiled by Jack Sparrow and then turned to a life of piracy. However, she has the good sense to want revenge."
Scarlett was forced to stare at the Spanish woman. Her dark eyes were seething with hatred toward Scarlett. "I am going to kill Jack Sparrow, and you are going to help me do it."
Scarlett was forcefully dragged out of Ninfa's Del Mar Palacio in the arms of bad company.
To be continued...

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