Black Raven | By : misspresh Category: Pirates of the Caribbean (All) > General Views: 2890 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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- Chapter Two -
Jack swaggered his way through the noisy streets of Tortuga, partially due to his sea legs as well as his rum consumption, barely noticing any of the rubble of people that were about. Such as the whores in the alleys with their clients, the drunkards falling shamelessly on the ground after emptying the contents of their stomachs, and the eerie laughter of old hags. Needless to say it was a normal night in the port.
Hearing a blade being unsheathed in his near proximity, Jack naturally pivoted towards the sound. Over in a nearby alley, he heard a low rumble of laughter.
Feeling rather curious, Jack sauntered over, though he was carefully to stay out of view. There in the alley stood two figures, one close up against the wall, while the other stood in a threatening posture. He realised that one of the figures was the same person that was in the bar earlier, the one that had helped Giselle.
"I'm feeling rather generous tonight." Intoned the figure, the voice triggering off a memory within Jack though he struggled to pin point the where. "Ye give me what I need, and I let you live."
"I'm not gonna give ye anythin'. Not unless it's over me own dead body." Replied the man, virtually spitting into the others face.
The dark figure sighed loudly and shrugged, drawing themselves away bringing a larger gap between the two. "Your funeral."
A quick flash of a blade, had the man grabbing for his throat. Even in the darkness Jack was able to see the dark thickness of blood spilling over their fingers. A strangled sound emerged from his lips, and he slid raggedly down the wall.
The dark figure crouched down, and patted the dead persons body. After a few seconds the figure started cursing loudly.
"Shit! Where the fuck is it!" The figure kicked out the new corpse, making it fall fully to the ground. "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch!"
This was when Jack decided to make his entrance.
"I believe you've already accomplished that side of it mate." He stated matter of factly, looking down at the body of the man. His eyes were still open, blood had poured from his mouth. A new necklace of torn flesh at his neck.
The figure turned to look at him, and walked into the light. That was when Jack realised he had in fact met this person before, or lass should he say.
"You were on me Pearl!" Jacks eyebrows disappeared under his bandanna.
"Was I now." The woman frowned slightly, as if trying to remember, before giving her head a shake. "Nah, not that I can recall."
Jack glanced curiously at the woman before him. She was dressed fully in black, he idly thought whether her undergarments were black as well. Her hair was dark, not quite as dark as his own, which was tied back. Her eyes were dark also. She had a dark skin from the Caribbean sun, making it hard to tell old she was. Jack couldn't even guess on an age, she could have been anything from her early to late twenties. What really stood out though was a scar on the left side of her face, starting from just below the corner of her eyebrow and ending near her jawline.
"'ave ye quite finished yet? Or am I gonna 'ave ta kill ye too, just so I can go on me merry way?"
Jack blinked a couple of times snapping back to reality, and looked sharply at the woman. It was no wonder he thought she was a man. She had a rather deep husky voice, hardly anything feminine at all.
"Do ye know who I am, Luv?" He asked.
"Aye. Sparrow innit?"
Jack went to correct her, but decided not to. After all he had just witnessed her slit another mans throat. He didn't particularly want to come close to being another victim, as this woman clearly was the violent type.
"That would me alright, Luv. Captain Jack Sparrow at your service."
"There's only one type of servicing that I enjoy, Sparrow. But this isn't the time or the place, and I'm neither am I in the mood."
Jack swallowed slightly at her bluntness.
"Well, Luv. Since you know me name. What about yeself?"
"Wouldn't you like to find out?" She smirked slightly, it was as if she was playing a game with him, being as her words were similar to what she had said so many months earlier. She looked at Jack for a moment, as if deciding on her next move. "Aye. Now I remember ye. If I remember correctly, I saved your hide from one of me own."
"You do remember me then."
"Aye.” She stated with a nod of her head. “You can always remember the day that ye killed your would be assassin."
Up Next : Just who is Jack dealing with here?
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