Tangled Romances 2/19
Characters: Jack, Crew of Pearl, OFCs
Rating: PG13 (to start)
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Jack and his precious Pearl, I do not. However, the rest of the cast and storyline belong to me.
Summary: Engaged to be married to the Governor's nephew, Constance Bourne feels locked into a marriage of fortune. But a stranger comes along and changes all the plans that she has made. Which path will she take?
Chapter 2
Constance was working in her parent’s blacksmith’s shop the day there was a commotion brewing in town. She was busy cleaning a sword at the front counter. She heard voices outside the store and was curious what was going on.
She brushed a piece of hair out of her face and walked outside. She closed the door behind her, making the bell jingle.
She watched as a bunch of men ran passed her, muskets in hand. They were heading down to the docks.
She saw her friend Mary keeping stride with the men.
“Mary!” she yelled.
Mary stopped in her tracks and walked over to Constance, weaving through the crowd.
“What’s going on?” Constance asked.
“You haven’t heard?” Mary asked breathlessly. “Jack Sparrow is in town. The Pearl is docked, but the militia can’t find him anywhere. They have his crew being held for questioning. You really don’t get out much, do you?”
Constance smiled.
“I choose not to engross myself in common gossip. Too many lives can get hurt.”
“No, but you choose to rub your nose in those crazy romantic tales that you read.”
“Never hurts to live in a fantasy world now and then,” Constance smiled. “Go on, you better catch up with the lot of them if you want all the news on this Sparrow figure.”
Mary smiled and caught up with the rest of the gang.
Constance had heard the name Jack Sparrow before. He was a legendary pirate always escaping the hands of the Royal Navy. She had always wondered what he looked like.
She walked back into the shop and continued polishing the sword she was working on.
The bell rang and as a man flew in and slammed the door.
She looked up, startled. The man was crouched in the corner, looking through the window on the door.
Constance saw a group of Royal Naval soldiers run passed the shop.
The man stood when he realized it was safe. He looked at Constance’s surprised expression.
Constance held the sword in her hand and looked at this odd stranger that had walked in her door.
He was wearing a tri-corn hat, a dark blue long coat, grey pants and tan boots. His waist was adorned with a red and white sash covered by multiple belts yielding muskets and a sword.
His hair was long and braided into dreadlocks. She could see a red bandana peeking out from under the hat.
His mouth was in the middle of a mustache and beard with two braids dangling from it.
His eyes were the darkest chocolate brown eyes she had ever seen. And they were lined with kohl.
He was beautiful; a pirate no less from all the weaponry he carried.
Constance cleared her throat and spoke.
“Welcome to Bourne’s Blacksmiths. How can I help you?”
The man walked closer to her, eyeing her suspiciously.
“You don’t know who I am?” he asked pointing a finger at her.
“No, I’m sorry I don’t. But I can assume that you are a pirate.”
The man jutted his jaw.
“What makes you think that?”
She pointed to his adornments.
“No man around here carries that many weapons on his person at one time,” she says matter-of-factly.
He placed his hands on the counter leaning over it a little.
“And you are not afraid?”
“Not unless I have reason to be. I can fight if the opportunity calls for it.”
“You? Fight?” he smirked.
“Yes. I am my parents only child and they have taught me the art of sword fighting. Shall I show you?” she asked grabbing the sword and weaving it in her hands.
She stepped out from behind the counter and walked toward the man.
She moved the sword fluidly in front of her. It moved from hand to hand effortlessly.
The man kept his hand on his sword waiting if she advanced at him.
When Constance was done with her show, she placed the sword back at on the counter.
The man saw that she hadn’t intended to harm him in anyway.
“You really have no idea who I am, do you, lass?”
“No, sir, I don’t. But if you give me a name, I shall know who you are then.”
He didn’t know if he could trust her.
He walked closer to her and wiped a smudge of dirt from her cheek. Constance quickly removed the mark herself.
“You can just call me ‘sir’ if you choose. Names are not that important anyway when it comes to business I enjoy with a lovely thing as yourself,” he said moving his fingers across her jaw line.
Constance’s eyes grew wide and she brought her hand up to slap him. The man grabbed her hand before she could hit him.
“Not sure I deserved that, love. You are a pretty thing. Sometimes I cannot help meself.”
“You did deserve it. I am not that kind of person. You forgot, sir, I can yield a sword if I ever become challenged. And that was a challenge,” Constance stated.
The man backed a few steps away and held his hands in surrender.
“I’m sorry, lass. I can see that I may have finally met me match.” He bent low in an exaggerated bow. “Permit me, I am-“
When the door behind the counter opened, the man quickly stood and walked and ran out the front door.
Constance looked at the back door then to the front. He was gone before she could say anything.
“Can you believe that blasted pirate has come back to town? His head is as good as put in the noose as soon as he’s caught. He can’t hide forever. Oh! Hello, dear,” Helga said patting her daughter on the cheek.
“Hello, mother.”
“Any business while we were away, dear?”
“Just one man. And he just left as you were walking in the door. Seemed to be in quite a rush, he was. I guessed him a pirate looking for a new sword. Seemed odd if he actually wanted to buy it.”
Helga and Gregory looked at each other.
“What did he look like, dear?” he father asked.
Constance waved her hands in the air.
“I don’t know. The typical piratical look. Long dark overcoat, grey pants, boots. His most striking features were his hair and the kohl lined eyes. Very….beautiful.”
“His hair, Constance?”
“Yes, his hair was in dreadlocks. And it looked like there were trinkets braided into it.”
Helga’s mouth dropped.
“Sparrow! He was here! In our store! My dear, you let him get away?” she raved as she ran frantic around the room. “Did he steal anything? Oh, good. Inventory is still accounted for.”
“Mother! I wouldn’t let him get away with anything, you know that. How can you assume so?”
Helga stopped and looked at her daughter. She was right. Constance was the best thing for this store. The men seemed to love her and business was quite good.
“Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I just get so flustered. But why did you let him get away?”
“ I didn’t know it was him. I have never seen the pirate in my life before. I didn’t picture him so…so…handsome.”
“No, no, no. You do not even think about that filth. He’s a pirate. And you are to be married soon to Michael. You are going to marry into wealth and fortune.”
Constance chuckled and felt her cheeks flush.
“Mother, I never said I wanted to run away with him. I know I am a fortunate girl to have the hand of Michael.”
Constance’s father walks up to her.
“Don’t fret, honey. Your mother gets all in a tizzy now and then. She means nothing by it.”
“I know, pop. I never take anything she says to seriously.”
He squeezed her shoulders. “That’s my girl. Can you handle the store for a few more hours by yourself?”
“Of course. And I will fight off that pirate if he comes back.”
“Wonderful.”
Constance thought to herself when her father left.
“If he comes back. Oh, to see that gorgeous face again…”
*****
Jack had seen beautiful women in his days on and off sea, but there was something special about that one. Her hair was golden blonde and she wasn’t afraid to wear it down. It was pulled half up with a few tendrils falling around her face.
And her eyes were the most unique color of green he had seen. Her lips were bright cherry red and her cheeks round when she smiled.
What drew him to her the most was the fact that she wasn’t afraid to get dirty or handle a sword. The way that she drew the weapon through the air in her little demonstration sent his mind in a frenzy.
He had never met a woman like that before. He had to admit it even to himself that he must have been struck by something. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
He sat at his desk studying the maps on the Black Pearl. He rescued his friends from the hands of the idiotic Royal Navy and they were once again free to sail the seven seas.
Jack had had his fair share of run-ins with them and felt it was getting a little old. Why of all places did he decided to head to Port Royal? Maybe for a change of scenery.
Tortuga was starting to get a little old and Giselle or Scarlett just weren’t living up to his expectations anymore. There wasn’t any form of spontaneity. He wanted something different. Something new. Something like the girl in the blacksmith’s shop.
She admitted that she didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know if she was lying or telling the truth. He leaned more toward the truth. She seemed more of an innocent in more ways than one.
Her face lingered in his mind over the course of the time they were at sea. He vowed that they would head back to Port Royal no matter how much his crew protested against it. He would see her again and woo her if it took forever to do so.
Rating: PG13 (to start)
Disclaimer: As much as I would love to own Jack and his precious Pearl, I do not. However, the rest of the cast and storyline belong to me.
Summary: Engaged to be married to the Governor's nephew, Constance Bourne feels locked into a marriage of fortune. But a stranger comes along and changes all the plans that she has made. Which path will she take?
Chapter 2
Constance was working in her parent’s blacksmith’s shop the day there was a commotion brewing in town. She was busy cleaning a sword at the front counter. She heard voices outside the store and was curious what was going on.
She brushed a piece of hair out of her face and walked outside. She closed the door behind her, making the bell jingle.
She watched as a bunch of men ran passed her, muskets in hand. They were heading down to the docks.
She saw her friend Mary keeping stride with the men.
“Mary!” she yelled.
Mary stopped in her tracks and walked over to Constance, weaving through the crowd.
“What’s going on?” Constance asked.
“You haven’t heard?” Mary asked breathlessly. “Jack Sparrow is in town. The Pearl is docked, but the militia can’t find him anywhere. They have his crew being held for questioning. You really don’t get out much, do you?”
Constance smiled.
“I choose not to engross myself in common gossip. Too many lives can get hurt.”
“No, but you choose to rub your nose in those crazy romantic tales that you read.”
“Never hurts to live in a fantasy world now and then,” Constance smiled. “Go on, you better catch up with the lot of them if you want all the news on this Sparrow figure.”
Mary smiled and caught up with the rest of the gang.
Constance had heard the name Jack Sparrow before. He was a legendary pirate always escaping the hands of the Royal Navy. She had always wondered what he looked like.
She walked back into the shop and continued polishing the sword she was working on.
The bell rang and as a man flew in and slammed the door.
She looked up, startled. The man was crouched in the corner, looking through the window on the door.
Constance saw a group of Royal Naval soldiers run passed the shop.
The man stood when he realized it was safe. He looked at Constance’s surprised expression.
Constance held the sword in her hand and looked at this odd stranger that had walked in her door.
He was wearing a tri-corn hat, a dark blue long coat, grey pants and tan boots. His waist was adorned with a red and white sash covered by multiple belts yielding muskets and a sword.
His hair was long and braided into dreadlocks. She could see a red bandana peeking out from under the hat.
His mouth was in the middle of a mustache and beard with two braids dangling from it.
His eyes were the darkest chocolate brown eyes she had ever seen. And they were lined with kohl.
He was beautiful; a pirate no less from all the weaponry he carried.
Constance cleared her throat and spoke.
“Welcome to Bourne’s Blacksmiths. How can I help you?”
The man walked closer to her, eyeing her suspiciously.
“You don’t know who I am?” he asked pointing a finger at her.
“No, I’m sorry I don’t. But I can assume that you are a pirate.”
The man jutted his jaw.
“What makes you think that?”
She pointed to his adornments.
“No man around here carries that many weapons on his person at one time,” she says matter-of-factly.
He placed his hands on the counter leaning over it a little.
“And you are not afraid?”
“Not unless I have reason to be. I can fight if the opportunity calls for it.”
“You? Fight?” he smirked.
“Yes. I am my parents only child and they have taught me the art of sword fighting. Shall I show you?” she asked grabbing the sword and weaving it in her hands.
She stepped out from behind the counter and walked toward the man.
She moved the sword fluidly in front of her. It moved from hand to hand effortlessly.
The man kept his hand on his sword waiting if she advanced at him.
When Constance was done with her show, she placed the sword back at on the counter.
The man saw that she hadn’t intended to harm him in anyway.
“You really have no idea who I am, do you, lass?”
“No, sir, I don’t. But if you give me a name, I shall know who you are then.”
He didn’t know if he could trust her.
He walked closer to her and wiped a smudge of dirt from her cheek. Constance quickly removed the mark herself.
“You can just call me ‘sir’ if you choose. Names are not that important anyway when it comes to business I enjoy with a lovely thing as yourself,” he said moving his fingers across her jaw line.
Constance’s eyes grew wide and she brought her hand up to slap him. The man grabbed her hand before she could hit him.
“Not sure I deserved that, love. You are a pretty thing. Sometimes I cannot help meself.”
“You did deserve it. I am not that kind of person. You forgot, sir, I can yield a sword if I ever become challenged. And that was a challenge,” Constance stated.
The man backed a few steps away and held his hands in surrender.
“I’m sorry, lass. I can see that I may have finally met me match.” He bent low in an exaggerated bow. “Permit me, I am-“
When the door behind the counter opened, the man quickly stood and walked and ran out the front door.
Constance looked at the back door then to the front. He was gone before she could say anything.
“Can you believe that blasted pirate has come back to town? His head is as good as put in the noose as soon as he’s caught. He can’t hide forever. Oh! Hello, dear,” Helga said patting her daughter on the cheek.
“Hello, mother.”
“Any business while we were away, dear?”
“Just one man. And he just left as you were walking in the door. Seemed to be in quite a rush, he was. I guessed him a pirate looking for a new sword. Seemed odd if he actually wanted to buy it.”
Helga and Gregory looked at each other.
“What did he look like, dear?” he father asked.
Constance waved her hands in the air.
“I don’t know. The typical piratical look. Long dark overcoat, grey pants, boots. His most striking features were his hair and the kohl lined eyes. Very….beautiful.”
“His hair, Constance?”
“Yes, his hair was in dreadlocks. And it looked like there were trinkets braided into it.”
Helga’s mouth dropped.
“Sparrow! He was here! In our store! My dear, you let him get away?” she raved as she ran frantic around the room. “Did he steal anything? Oh, good. Inventory is still accounted for.”
“Mother! I wouldn’t let him get away with anything, you know that. How can you assume so?”
Helga stopped and looked at her daughter. She was right. Constance was the best thing for this store. The men seemed to love her and business was quite good.
“Oh, dear, I’m sorry. I just get so flustered. But why did you let him get away?”
“ I didn’t know it was him. I have never seen the pirate in my life before. I didn’t picture him so…so…handsome.”
“No, no, no. You do not even think about that filth. He’s a pirate. And you are to be married soon to Michael. You are going to marry into wealth and fortune.”
Constance chuckled and felt her cheeks flush.
“Mother, I never said I wanted to run away with him. I know I am a fortunate girl to have the hand of Michael.”
Constance’s father walks up to her.
“Don’t fret, honey. Your mother gets all in a tizzy now and then. She means nothing by it.”
“I know, pop. I never take anything she says to seriously.”
He squeezed her shoulders. “That’s my girl. Can you handle the store for a few more hours by yourself?”
“Of course. And I will fight off that pirate if he comes back.”
“Wonderful.”
Constance thought to herself when her father left.
“If he comes back. Oh, to see that gorgeous face again…”
*****
Jack had seen beautiful women in his days on and off sea, but there was something special about that one. Her hair was golden blonde and she wasn’t afraid to wear it down. It was pulled half up with a few tendrils falling around her face.
And her eyes were the most unique color of green he had seen. Her lips were bright cherry red and her cheeks round when she smiled.
What drew him to her the most was the fact that she wasn’t afraid to get dirty or handle a sword. The way that she drew the weapon through the air in her little demonstration sent his mind in a frenzy.
He had never met a woman like that before. He had to admit it even to himself that he must have been struck by something. He couldn’t get her out of his mind.
He sat at his desk studying the maps on the Black Pearl. He rescued his friends from the hands of the idiotic Royal Navy and they were once again free to sail the seven seas.
Jack had had his fair share of run-ins with them and felt it was getting a little old. Why of all places did he decided to head to Port Royal? Maybe for a change of scenery.
Tortuga was starting to get a little old and Giselle or Scarlett just weren’t living up to his expectations anymore. There wasn’t any form of spontaneity. He wanted something different. Something new. Something like the girl in the blacksmith’s shop.
She admitted that she didn’t know who he was. He didn’t know if she was lying or telling the truth. He leaned more toward the truth. She seemed more of an innocent in more ways than one.
Her face lingered in his mind over the course of the time they were at sea. He vowed that they would head back to Port Royal no matter how much his crew protested against it. He would see her again and woo her if it took forever to do so.