First DrinkBY: Garnet
So very young, but so very assured of himself.
A silver bauble and a piece of white bone gleamed by candlelight in
the dark room as the black-haired man turned away, one mug clasped in
one hand, two in the other, somehow managing to handle all three with
style and apparent ease of grace. A broad smile on his face, which
turned anticipatory, if not downright predatory, as he sauntered
towards a table where two whores already sat, one in red and the
other in dark green, and clearly waited for his company.
"Here, now," he said, as another powdered whore in a stained gold
dress pranced by his table, looking all for as if she were intent on
joining them. He pulled her half on his lap, his arms around her
plumpish waist, and whispered in her ear. "Who might that be, then?"
She glanced at him, obviously perturbed at having been so abruptly
caught back, then followed his glance. A clearly envious, albeit
pleased and rather wistful smile broke out on her face, making her
look almost young for a moment beneath the layers of paint.
"Why, that's Captain Jack Sparrow," she said. "He's been here nigh
on a month now, looking for to crew that great black ship of his."
"Is he now?" he asked, tilting his head around the tattered ruffles
of her sleeve to give the lad a second look over. "Looks to have a
right fair hand with ladies, but it seems to me he should still be at
his mother's teat, rather than playing at ship's captain."
"Too fair a hand," she replied, then sighed a little.
He cupped a hand around her closest breast, squeezing it hard enough
to raise yet another sigh, even as he squinted across the smoke-
filled room. To where this self-professed Captain Sparrow was even
now pulling the whore in the red dress towards him, laying a kiss
upon her exposed breast, even as the whore in green was laying her
cup aside to slip her hands beneath the table. Black eyes opening
wide a moment later, white teeth gleaming as he smiled broadly, and
pulled her to himself as well.
Tangled braids falling clear of his face then as he laid his head
back beneath both of their eager ministrations, betraying a face that
would have suited a maid as much as a lad. Smooth of skin despite
the burnt color the sea and sun imparted, eyes lined with black paint
of their own, lips that would have tempted a saint to sin. Lovely,
simply lovely, and far too good to be wasted upon a set of mere
And he tipped the baud off his own lap without another thought,
unable to take his eyes off the other man, even as those dark eyes
chanced to meet his and a faint stitch of a frown appeared upon that
"Here, now!" The whore in gold was protesting from her place on the
damp floor, even as he rose and started across the room, ignoring
both her words and the crude gesture she treated him to.
But he only had eyes for the lad, as he approached the table and then
swept his hat off and took a lowish bow. Aware of the other man's
fixed regard the whole time.
"I hear ye be lookin' for a good man or two to crew. One who may
know what he's about," he said, straightening back up again. The
whores were looking at him now, too, and neither of them looked any
too pleased with the interruption.
"Aye, I am," the younger man replied. "If ye've the courage and
fortitude I be lookin' for."
He stared back into those black eyes and smiled, then gave a half-
nod. "Oh, aye," he said. "Well, I believe I do. An more besides.
Came in on the Blade as her First Mate, but I'm lookin' to move up in
the world. Find me a ship and a captain who may make good use of me
years and natural ability. Get meself rich enough at the last to
retire, afore I'm too aged to enjoy it."
The younger man stared at him for several more moments, as if he
could see inside him if he only tried hard enough, then shrugged and
shoved one of the whore's mugs across the table at him. He gestured
expansively for him to seat himself. "Then make yourself welcome.
We sail in two days time, perforce to find ourselves gold enough to
fulfill our fondest dreams and more. If that indeed be your
He sat and lifted the offered cup. "Be glad I am to drink to that,
aye. An to your ship, if ye would but tell me her name?"
Jack Sparrow pushed the protesting whores away from him at that,
lifting his own cup in equal salute. Candle flame and pride
glittering gold within the depths of his eyes as he raised his head
and flashed him a shockingly pristine white smile.
"She be the Black Pearl, mate," he said. "An a finer lady never
sailed these seas, nor is ever like to again. An soon enough all
shall know of her fame, as well as they'll be speakin' her name. An
"To the Pearl, then" he said, pressing their cups together. "May she
lead us all to riches beyond imagination."
"Aye, to the Pearl," the other man replied, but paused just before
taking a drink, lowering his cup slightly from his mouth in order to
gaze inquiringly at him. "But I forget me manners…your name, good
sir? So that we may toast to our future fortunes together in like
He stared deep into black eyes and found himself full envying the
whores at the other man's side as well, more than he would have
believed of himself and certainly more than was strictly wise. But
he assuaged himself with the knowledge that, come the change of the
tides, that they would be left well behind and he…well, he would be
spending a great deal of time in this lad's company. And anything
could be made of that, anything at all.
"Hector Barbossa," he answered. "At your command…Captain."