A/N: Hi, to get the disclaimer stuff outta the way, I (sob) do not own PotC, even though I've wished really, REALLY hard, Disney does. There, you can't sue me, na na na na na!
Lawyer that follows writers around: Fine! (stomps off)
A/N: Boo! Anyways, this is a you&Jack fic, I hope you enjoy it! R&R, if you'd like.
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You stride along the pub's wooden floor and hear your heals click lightly. An ugly man whistles as you walk by and you flash him an evil glare. You place the pints of rum you had been carrying on table four and head back to the bar. Joe places another order down and you take it to table nineteen.
"'ello luv" the man sitting at the table greets you. You look up from your order sheet and gasp inwardly. This man, is, is the best looking man you've ever seen and you've seen plenty. His dark chocolate eyes, rimmed with kohl, stare at you deeply. You notice his hair, which is in dreadlocks and hung with different coloured beads and little silver, gold, and bronze trinkets. You hadn't even known his name yet and were already interested. His eyes lingered over your slim body and you were instantly thrown back to reality.
"Hello" you reply nervously, not sure if he's completely innocent or looking for something, ahem, more.
"I be *Captain* Jack Sparrow," he says, emphasizing the Captain part, "And ye might be?"
"Hello, *Captain*," you mock and finish your order sheet, "I'm (you)."
He smiles slyly as you walk away.
A few hours later the bartender, Joe who was a good friend of yours, begins to empty the bar. Jack is among the last to leave.
"I'll be seein' ye soon, lass, I hope," he says and tips his hat to you. You watch him walk away and notice his very swayed way of walking. You can't help but wonder if you'll really ever see him again.
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A/n: Sorry, this chapter is reallllllllly short, but I'd really like to know what ya'll out there think and if I should continue.