A Pirate's Life for Me

Chapter 1

"Welcome to the Caribbean, Love"-Captain Jack Sparrow

I knew I shouldn't have started on my third bottle of rum but with the sugary liquor thrilling through my veins, a numbness filled me. I feel nothing. Just the way I like it. You would think that as a woman sitting alone, getting drunk in a tavern, was an enormous error in judgment. But with a long, steel sword attached to my hip, and an equally threatening pistol attached to my belt, I did not look like a woman a man would want to mess with. Every so often a few drunkards would think they could have their way with the lass sitting alone, they would soon learn that the sword attached to my hip was not for show and that I knew how to use it. 

I live in a small settlement along the sea. The dwellings are cheap and the inhabitants who live here even cheaper. When I first moved here, many of the men and women thought I was a seductress wanting to earn my living, pleasuring men. After a harsh life at sea, I started giving my body the attention it deserved. My once absent curves now fill my hips and my bosom, is one that does not need a corset to enhance. I knew I looked okay, but really a prostitute? One day I hope that women have enough standing in the world that they will no longer bear the chains of society has deemed them to be. But, I'll save my thoughts on that for later. But after a few fights that ended with my blade pointed at a few men's jugulars and heated arguments with a few of the town's gossips, their thoughts concerning me were silenced.

Sometimes, sitting here, with only my thoughts to keep me company, I think of what my life might have been like if I hadn't have met "him." Would my body that is now clothed in flowy pants and tunic be  clothed in lace and silk, would I live in some estate with a vast garden, married to some Duke or Lord, would I be surrounded by plenty of children? Shaking my head I try to dispel these thoughts going through my rum-soaked brain. It does no good to dwell as I have learned... when I dwell my thoughts go down a dark path. A dark path I do not want to travel down again.

I never used to like being alone, but as the days, weeks, months, and even years passed along, I learned that being alone is what I need. I never pictured this life for myself but then again, I never pictured falling for "him." I no longer speak his name, I've made him a ghost in my memory. I used to cry until the tears no longer could be shed, I used to scream at the unfairness of it all, I used to dream of him all the time. Every waking moment and my thoughts were consumed with his rough, blacksmith hands touching my skin, the smell of brine and the salt of the sea being soaked into the warm, chocolaty curls of his hair, the taste of his warm lips on mine, and the sound of his voice, rough yet gentle whispering in my ear "I've fallen in love with the goddess of the sea." 

Every now and then, I dream. Dreams so vivid that when I awake, I expect him to be lying right next to me in bed, or to feel his soft curls in my hands, but every time I awake I am alone. On the nights when I dream, I spend the next evening alone here, in this tavern, drinking my thoughts into oblivion. Its the only way I can ensure that the dreams will not be plague my sleep. Sleep, I might add that is often hard to come by since it all happened.

My inner monologue is interrupted when a pair of thick dark, leather boots swaggers into the tavern. Normally, I wouldn't' even glance up from my drink, but something about this patron, some electricity or magnetism pulls my head up. I am so shocked, that I spit the rum in my mouth all over the red beard of the man sittitng next to me, causing him to yell a few choice curse words aimed at me, ones that I would have silenced with a flick of my sword, but I am to entranced by the man who just strutted in to care. 

My mouth silently forms the name, the name that I feel if I speak aloud, will prove him to be an illusion, a side effect of my alcohol soaked mind. 

"Jack Sparrow" I whisper.

His head whips around to me.  "You've forgotten the Captain, Love."

(The journey has begun! Chapter 1 is done:) If you have any questions or comments feel free to comment and vote! I'm so excited to begin this journey! The thoughts flowing through my head are coming out faster than my fingers can type! I will definitely try to update once or twice a day or as frequently as I can! I can't wait to keep writing this story!)