Pirates of the Caribbean Imagines and One Shots

Jack Sparrow - Welcome to Tortuga

The infamous black pearl had docked at the harbour in Tortuga, you'd been hired as one of the towns women since you couldn't help your parents pay for accommodation and food with the wages they were on. Their health was limited, but unfortunately yours was perfect enough. The only thing that paid well was your body, and you hated it. So far, you hadn't had to do a single thing.

A week ago, your father had passed away, everything was weighing you down since there was only half the income coming in. You needed to fulfil the other half, or even the majority. You went down with some of the other women to the newly docked pirates. As you did, a man caught your eyes. Not for money purposes, but by pure attraction. His eyes were deep like the ocean, stories upon stories, his skin so tanned it looked too rough to touch. His hair was in dreadlocks, and a small goatee beard. Sure, he was a mess, a drunken mess, but he was handsome.

"Who's he?" you asked.

"Mine!" one girl retorted.

You didn't blame her, most of the men around here were either old drunkards, ugly drunkards, or just pure drunkards who took you for granted. How did they live this way?

Instead of letting her get there, you wanted to meet him first.

"Hi!" you said and approached him.

"They're getting younger," he turned and said to his friend with grey hair.

"And prettier. I'm off to the bar," the older man walked off heading for the pub.

"How about yourself?" you asked him.

"Well... right now I'm not in the mood, maybe later,"

"No... I mean, yes... I mean..."

"You're a first timer, you've never done this before have you, love?"

"No..." you let your eyes fall to the ground.

He lazily put his arm around your neck, guiding you back toward the ship.

"Come with me,"

As you walked back to the ship, he loosened his arm around your shoulders, taking it away. Instead he let it grab a bottle of rum from the nearest crate, and pop it open. He handed it to you for a swig.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N, and you?"

"Jack Sparrow, Captain Jack Sparrow. Tell me something, have you ever done this before? Not the career choice, the act of the career?"

"You mean sex?"

"That's the one,"

"Never," as he guided you back on the ship, he put both of his hands on your shoulders keeping you a bit further apart. "It doesn't matter anyway."

"Why give it away to anyone?"

"Because, I need to help feed my family, my father passed away and I need to help my mom provide for us as she's really sick,"

Jack looked down to the ground at his shoes.

"Look, love. As much as I'm a filthy pirate and I pay for these kinds of women, your different. You're not one of those women,"

"I am. I have to be,"

"No you don't. I can't let you become like that. No, you've got your life ahead of you,"

"What else am I supposed to do?"

Jack paused in thought, looking at how you'd teared up. His shoes soon become his new idol.

"I don't usually say anything that's a good idea. I want you and your mother to come with us, when we leave. I'm not heartless, Y/N. You're first time shouldn't be given away to a drunkard who won't feel, or understand what you're feeling during it,"

"Thank you." You grinned, hugging him tightly. "Maybe I can buy you a drink?"

"More like, I'm buying you one."