Scarlett & Giselle Series - 20: Paradise Found
Author: mamazano
Title: Paradise Found
Rating: R (suggestive situations)
Characters: Jack, Giselle, Scarlett and their guests
Disclaimer: Disney owns most of them, I just play with them. The OC’s are not up for grabs either.
Summary: Returning to Tortuga, Jack goes in search of his favorite wenches.
Another special thank you for my ever patient beta reader,
compassrose7577 , who has returned from her worldwide travels, with a new fic of her own. Congratulations!
Previous episodes can be found here. Index to all Chapters
Chapter 20 - Paradise Found
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“So, you tell me you are a friend of Jack Sparrow.” Thomas eyed the diminutive Frenchman Pierre, whose head barely reached his shoulder, with a dubious look. “Don’t believe he’s ever mentioned you.
The two men were comfortably ensconced in one of the booths at the back of the Faithful Bride. Thomas had delayed his return to his ship, partly due to the fact that he had not yet procured that for which he had come ashore: a new sewing kit for Scarlett. Hearing what the parasol-wielding Pierre had to say was somewhat of a bonus.
Pierre sat back with a wistful smile. “That is because it is only most recently that I have had the pleasure of making his acquaintance.” He batted his eyes at Thomas and took a dainty sip of his wine. Crinkling his snub-nose, he grimaced and set the glass aside before continuing. “You have known the good capitaine for some time, oui?”
Thomas chuckled. “Jack Sparrow and I go way back, sailed together for many a year. Hell, I was with Jack when he took his first ship and bedded his first whore.” Thomas drained his tankard of rum and signaled the serving girl for another round. “Care for some more wine?” he asked Pierre politely, nodding toward the barmaid.
The small man shook his head and pulled out a lace -trimmed handkerchief, and patted his lips, as if it might remove the disgusting taste from his mouth. “Pah! That vinegar? I would rather die of thirst.”
“Suit yourself,” Thomas shrugged, tossing some coins on the table and filling his own cup. He pushed the bottle towards Pierre in a friendly gesture, in case he was to change his mind. “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet Jack?”
Thomas eyed the Frenchman curiously. The odd little fellow was not at all like who he would have expected to find keeping company with Jack Sparrow. Thomas had always taken Jack to be more of a ladies’ man.
Damn! Thomas thought to himself. It had been ages since he’d crossed paths with Jack. Their last meeting had ended rather acrimoniously, with heated words on both sides.
Lost in thought, it took Thomas a moment to realize that Pierre was speaking.
“So there we were, surrounded by the most dreadful of ruffians, their intentions most clearly presented in their enormous, thrusting swords.” Pierre demonstrated with an animated thrust of his own, nearly toppling the rum bottle.
Thomas grabbed the bottle and raised an eyebrow at the antics of his unlikely companion. “Swords. Thrusting, you say,” he mused, trying to keep a straight face.
“They were enormous!” Pierre sat back down and straightened his cuffs.” But they were nothing, compared to the fine instrument of our good friend, Jack Sparrow,” he added, with a sly glance from under his fine lashes. “Unsheathed, it is most magnifique! Truly a masterpiece!” he declared, with grey-eyed delight.
It was too much to bear. Thomas erupted in a roar of laughter, slapping his thigh in mirth. “A masterpiece, you say?” He managed to choke out, before succumbing to another round of laughing.
“It is not funny, monsieur Thomas,” Pierre said, obviously affronted. “To be thrust upon by three assailants, one after the other. Our friend Jack, he might have been killed!”
“Keeled?” Thomas wiped his eyes, trying not to start laughing again. The way the dandy was describing things, it sounded more like an orgy, than a street fight.
“Oui. If not for myself and the good Monsieur Gibbous, Jack might not be here with us today.”
Thomas peered through the smoke-thickened air of the tavern. “Speaking of which: where is the gallant Captain Jack Sparrow?”
“I do not know.” Pierre shrugged indifferently, bored with the subject. “He went off in search of some very special crumpets.”
Thomas scratched his head, but thought better of asking the Frenchman to elaborate. Some things are best left unsaid.
“So, what brings you to Tortuga?” he asked instead, changing the subject.
Pierre brightened. “I plan on opening a dressmaking shop, once I find a suitable location.”
“Dressmaker, you say?” Thomas sat up, nodding interestedly. “You will be needing assistants, perhaps?”
“Most definitely,” Pierre agreed eagerly, his enthusiasm returning “I will need to hire two, perhaps more, seamstresses, and, of course, an apprentice or two.”
Thomas grinned. Two women, currently living on his ship, came to mind. They needed a safe place to go, and this might be the perfect solution. Scarlett was quite handy with a needle and, with a little training, he was sure Giselle would make an excellent shop girl.
“I know a perfect pair of women,” Thomas said, standing and donning his hat. “If you’d care to accompany me to my ship, I will introduce you.”
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“Where to now, Cap’n?”
Gibbs glanced over at Jack, slouched on the bench next to him. They’d spent most of the morning searching Tortuga for the two women, Scarlett and Giselle, to no avail. No one, in the many taverns they’d canvassed, had seen either woman for nigh on three weeks. It was if they’d suddenly vanished. Or worse.
Jack sat up and reached for the bottle of rum, most of which contents he’d already consumed. Draining the bottle, he stood and swayed before donning his hat.
“Mister Gibbs,” Jack slurred to his quartermaster. “It is high time we paid a visit to our good friend, Thomas, though without the two wenches I had hoped would accompany me. Can’t bloody figure out where they’ve gone off to.”
“S’ppose something awful happened to them?” Gibbs asked.
Jack paused for a moment. “If that were the case, you’d think someone would have mentioned it.” He shrugged. “No, more likely they’ve gone off on holiday.”
Gibbs opened his mouth to point out that Jack had already squelched that same idea when he had suggested it earlier. Shaking his head, he hurried to catch up with Jack, who was bumping and swaying his way across the room.
The sun was low on the horizon as the two of them emerged from the tavern. Tortuga lay quiet, with a deceptive innocence about it. That, Gibbs knew, would all change once the sun went down and the town woke up. Gibbs followed Jack down towards the docks, smiling in anticipation of the night ahead.
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“How do I look?”
Giselle spun around, the gold silk gown accentuating her lithe form. She felt like a princess going to a ball.
Scarlett smiled. “You look lovely! All the men…” She stopped suddenly, and ducked her head with a frown.
“It’s all right, Letty,” Giselle said, patting her friend’s shoulder. “Not much else for us to go back to, is there? I mean, we can’t stay here forever.” She looked around the great cabin of the Griselle, where she and Scarlett had called home for the past few weeks. Her injuries healed, Giselle knew it was only a matter of time, before they would have to leave their sanctuary, and the kind Captain Thomas behind.
Going back meant going back to work. Giselle inwardly cringed, unsure if she was ready for that step, but determined to put on a brave front for the benefit of her friend. Perhaps, with the addition of the lovely new gowns that Thomas had given them, she and Scarlett could find a position, in one of the more exclusive houses, where the cliental was screened, and the dangers of their profession was less likely to occur.
“We should do something to repay Thomas for his kindness,” Scarlett said, interrupting Giselle’s thoughts. “If it weren’t for him, I don’t know what we would have done.”
“He is such a nice man,” Giselle said, thinking dreamily of the handsome captain. “So different than the others.”
Scarlett shook her head. “He’s still a man. And, being one, he will be expecting something for his favors. They always do, you know.”
“What about Jack?” Giselle pointed out. “He doesn’t always ask for something in return.”
Scarlett let out a sound of disbelief. “Jack Sparrow? What has he done for you out of the kindness of his heart?”
“He taught me t’ read,” Giselle argued back. “And he did help me buy that sewing kit of yours.”
“And he didn’t ask for something in return?” Scarlett turned and stared out the window, and added bitterly, “I doubt seriously that Jack Sparrow has ever done anything, without figuring first what profit was in it for him.”
“I supposed you’re right,” Giselle conceded. “That doesn’t make him all bad though. Just lookin’ out fer himself.”
Scarlett sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Jack does have a knack for getting what he wants, doesn’t he?”
The two women fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. A thump on the side of the hull broke their reverie.
“That’s probably Thomas,” Scarlett said, brushing her skirts as she hurriedly went over to the mirror. “He’ll be expecting us to entertain him, I’m suspecting.” Scarlett gave her hair a quick look then glanced over at Giselle. “He’ll be pleased to see you wearing his gown.”
Giselle smiled to herself. She’d never seen her roommate get so flustered over a man. Yet, from the blush in her cheeks and the light in her eyes, Giselle suspected that, contrary to what she kept saying, Scarlett thought of Thomas as much more than ‘just a man.’
“He’ll be pleased to see you wearing yours, as well,” she said encouragingly. ”It suits you.” Scarlett did look stunning in her deep burgundy gown, which accented her hair and alabaster skin.
The two giggled in anticipation, as they listen to the heavy sound of boots on the deck above. Taking their places, carefully arranging their skirts, the two women were seated demurely as the cabin door opened.
They looked up and gave a unified, startled yelp
“Jack!”
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Title: Paradise Found
Rating: R (suggestive situations)
Characters: Jack, Giselle, Scarlett and their guests
Disclaimer: Disney owns most of them, I just play with them. The OC’s are not up for grabs either.
Summary: Returning to Tortuga, Jack goes in search of his favorite wenches.
Another special thank you for my ever patient beta reader,
compassrose7577 , who has returned from her worldwide travels, with a new fic of her own. Congratulations!
Previous episodes can be found here. Index to all Chapters
Chapter 20 - Paradise Found
****
“So, you tell me you are a friend of Jack Sparrow.” Thomas eyed the diminutive Frenchman Pierre, whose head barely reached his shoulder, with a dubious look. “Don’t believe he’s ever mentioned you.
The two men were comfortably ensconced in one of the booths at the back of the Faithful Bride. Thomas had delayed his return to his ship, partly due to the fact that he had not yet procured that for which he had come ashore: a new sewing kit for Scarlett. Hearing what the parasol-wielding Pierre had to say was somewhat of a bonus.
Pierre sat back with a wistful smile. “That is because it is only most recently that I have had the pleasure of making his acquaintance.” He batted his eyes at Thomas and took a dainty sip of his wine. Crinkling his snub-nose, he grimaced and set the glass aside before continuing. “You have known the good capitaine for some time, oui?”
Thomas chuckled. “Jack Sparrow and I go way back, sailed together for many a year. Hell, I was with Jack when he took his first ship and bedded his first whore.” Thomas drained his tankard of rum and signaled the serving girl for another round. “Care for some more wine?” he asked Pierre politely, nodding toward the barmaid.
The small man shook his head and pulled out a lace -trimmed handkerchief, and patted his lips, as if it might remove the disgusting taste from his mouth. “Pah! That vinegar? I would rather die of thirst.”
“Suit yourself,” Thomas shrugged, tossing some coins on the table and filling his own cup. He pushed the bottle towards Pierre in a friendly gesture, in case he was to change his mind. “So, tell me, how did you happen to meet Jack?”
Thomas eyed the Frenchman curiously. The odd little fellow was not at all like who he would have expected to find keeping company with Jack Sparrow. Thomas had always taken Jack to be more of a ladies’ man.
Damn! Thomas thought to himself. It had been ages since he’d crossed paths with Jack. Their last meeting had ended rather acrimoniously, with heated words on both sides.
Lost in thought, it took Thomas a moment to realize that Pierre was speaking.
“So there we were, surrounded by the most dreadful of ruffians, their intentions most clearly presented in their enormous, thrusting swords.” Pierre demonstrated with an animated thrust of his own, nearly toppling the rum bottle.
Thomas grabbed the bottle and raised an eyebrow at the antics of his unlikely companion. “Swords. Thrusting, you say,” he mused, trying to keep a straight face.
“They were enormous!” Pierre sat back down and straightened his cuffs.” But they were nothing, compared to the fine instrument of our good friend, Jack Sparrow,” he added, with a sly glance from under his fine lashes. “Unsheathed, it is most magnifique! Truly a masterpiece!” he declared, with grey-eyed delight.
It was too much to bear. Thomas erupted in a roar of laughter, slapping his thigh in mirth. “A masterpiece, you say?” He managed to choke out, before succumbing to another round of laughing.
“It is not funny, monsieur Thomas,” Pierre said, obviously affronted. “To be thrust upon by three assailants, one after the other. Our friend Jack, he might have been killed!”
“Keeled?” Thomas wiped his eyes, trying not to start laughing again. The way the dandy was describing things, it sounded more like an orgy, than a street fight.
“Oui. If not for myself and the good Monsieur Gibbous, Jack might not be here with us today.”
Thomas peered through the smoke-thickened air of the tavern. “Speaking of which: where is the gallant Captain Jack Sparrow?”
“I do not know.” Pierre shrugged indifferently, bored with the subject. “He went off in search of some very special crumpets.”
Thomas scratched his head, but thought better of asking the Frenchman to elaborate. Some things are best left unsaid.
“So, what brings you to Tortuga?” he asked instead, changing the subject.
Pierre brightened. “I plan on opening a dressmaking shop, once I find a suitable location.”
“Dressmaker, you say?” Thomas sat up, nodding interestedly. “You will be needing assistants, perhaps?”
“Most definitely,” Pierre agreed eagerly, his enthusiasm returning “I will need to hire two, perhaps more, seamstresses, and, of course, an apprentice or two.”
Thomas grinned. Two women, currently living on his ship, came to mind. They needed a safe place to go, and this might be the perfect solution. Scarlett was quite handy with a needle and, with a little training, he was sure Giselle would make an excellent shop girl.
“I know a perfect pair of women,” Thomas said, standing and donning his hat. “If you’d care to accompany me to my ship, I will introduce you.”
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“Where to now, Cap’n?”
Gibbs glanced over at Jack, slouched on the bench next to him. They’d spent most of the morning searching Tortuga for the two women, Scarlett and Giselle, to no avail. No one, in the many taverns they’d canvassed, had seen either woman for nigh on three weeks. It was if they’d suddenly vanished. Or worse.
Jack sat up and reached for the bottle of rum, most of which contents he’d already consumed. Draining the bottle, he stood and swayed before donning his hat.
“Mister Gibbs,” Jack slurred to his quartermaster. “It is high time we paid a visit to our good friend, Thomas, though without the two wenches I had hoped would accompany me. Can’t bloody figure out where they’ve gone off to.”
“S’ppose something awful happened to them?” Gibbs asked.
Jack paused for a moment. “If that were the case, you’d think someone would have mentioned it.” He shrugged. “No, more likely they’ve gone off on holiday.”
Gibbs opened his mouth to point out that Jack had already squelched that same idea when he had suggested it earlier. Shaking his head, he hurried to catch up with Jack, who was bumping and swaying his way across the room.
The sun was low on the horizon as the two of them emerged from the tavern. Tortuga lay quiet, with a deceptive innocence about it. That, Gibbs knew, would all change once the sun went down and the town woke up. Gibbs followed Jack down towards the docks, smiling in anticipation of the night ahead.
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“How do I look?”
Giselle spun around, the gold silk gown accentuating her lithe form. She felt like a princess going to a ball.
Scarlett smiled. “You look lovely! All the men…” She stopped suddenly, and ducked her head with a frown.
“It’s all right, Letty,” Giselle said, patting her friend’s shoulder. “Not much else for us to go back to, is there? I mean, we can’t stay here forever.” She looked around the great cabin of the Griselle, where she and Scarlett had called home for the past few weeks. Her injuries healed, Giselle knew it was only a matter of time, before they would have to leave their sanctuary, and the kind Captain Thomas behind.
Going back meant going back to work. Giselle inwardly cringed, unsure if she was ready for that step, but determined to put on a brave front for the benefit of her friend. Perhaps, with the addition of the lovely new gowns that Thomas had given them, she and Scarlett could find a position, in one of the more exclusive houses, where the cliental was screened, and the dangers of their profession was less likely to occur.
“We should do something to repay Thomas for his kindness,” Scarlett said, interrupting Giselle’s thoughts. “If it weren’t for him, I don’t know what we would have done.”
“He is such a nice man,” Giselle said, thinking dreamily of the handsome captain. “So different than the others.”
Scarlett shook her head. “He’s still a man. And, being one, he will be expecting something for his favors. They always do, you know.”
“What about Jack?” Giselle pointed out. “He doesn’t always ask for something in return.”
Scarlett let out a sound of disbelief. “Jack Sparrow? What has he done for you out of the kindness of his heart?”
“He taught me t’ read,” Giselle argued back. “And he did help me buy that sewing kit of yours.”
“And he didn’t ask for something in return?” Scarlett turned and stared out the window, and added bitterly, “I doubt seriously that Jack Sparrow has ever done anything, without figuring first what profit was in it for him.”
“I supposed you’re right,” Giselle conceded. “That doesn’t make him all bad though. Just lookin’ out fer himself.”
Scarlett sighed. “I suppose you’re right. Jack does have a knack for getting what he wants, doesn’t he?”
The two women fell silent, each lost in their own thoughts. A thump on the side of the hull broke their reverie.
“That’s probably Thomas,” Scarlett said, brushing her skirts as she hurriedly went over to the mirror. “He’ll be expecting us to entertain him, I’m suspecting.” Scarlett gave her hair a quick look then glanced over at Giselle. “He’ll be pleased to see you wearing his gown.”
Giselle smiled to herself. She’d never seen her roommate get so flustered over a man. Yet, from the blush in her cheeks and the light in her eyes, Giselle suspected that, contrary to what she kept saying, Scarlett thought of Thomas as much more than ‘just a man.’
“He’ll be pleased to see you wearing yours, as well,” she said encouragingly. ”It suits you.” Scarlett did look stunning in her deep burgundy gown, which accented her hair and alabaster skin.
The two giggled in anticipation, as they listen to the heavy sound of boots on the deck above. Taking their places, carefully arranging their skirts, the two women were seated demurely as the cabin door opened.
They looked up and gave a unified, startled yelp
“Jack!”
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