Jacky Tar

"That was a bit rough. What kind of piker are ye, that ye think yer better then everyone else? Trouble and strife at home and yer not gettin' any? No one wants t' play wit' ye, cause yer nasty! Go back t' yer idiot box, have a tinnie and come back here when yer done bein' a wally!" "We welcome new faces here at the pub, it keeps things lively. But, ease up on the shielas or we'll all be given ye GBH's!"

"Tis true we hear what we want t' hear, hey Captain; and I hear Aurore callin' ye, Captain Sterling."

"Ray a bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Tattoo, sans cups and glasses, so that the lady Ransom has no need to model hats!"

With Striker's main mast no longer swaying in the wind. A modicum amount of decorum returns to the pub. The scoundrels are ploting, the drunks align the floor boards and the lads are drinking at the bar. Jacky Tar enters the bar, and spies Ransom sitting alone at a table. "May I join ye?" She smiles and nods. "Ye are wit' out a doubt a friend t' those in need. I hope if I ever run thru here wit' out a shred of clothin' or sense, yer here t' save my last shred of dignity!" "May I buy a drink, fer my favorite good samaritan?"

"Aye , some clothing would do wonders " Striker said Suddenly his eyes caught sight of Tess St.Claire standing in the doorway to the tavern. "why does the looks hunt me ? " Tess mocks Striker "Thou art killing me ! " Striker turns his head towards Ransom and says "You truly are a friend in need ..." "As soon as I get clothed I will buy round for you and Jacky " Jacky ponders, we threw him in wit' clothes on, we pulled him out with clothes on; we even gave him a blanket and offered him dry clothing! Now he's usin' me hat as a cod piece. (Note to self, need new hat.) "I'll take him from here Ransom." Striker trys to give Jacky the hat. "No, keep the hat lad. Best we find where ye laid yer clothes, then will collect yer affects (hat, sword, and pistol) from Ray, later." Jacky walks Striker back along the pier, and they pick up his clothing.

Jacky hoists Striker back in to a chair. Jacky beckons to the lads at the bar. The lads lift Captain Striker, they take his affects and hand them to Ray. They carry Striker out the pub and on to the pier; with a heave and a ho, they toss him into the bay. Thankfully none speak Danish, but it did sound colorful. The cold water can be very sobering, and Striker swims back to the pier. Jacky throws a blanket over the man's shoulders and offers him a change of clothes. The two men laugh and walk back to the pub.

"Aye, I miss read ye. Well welcome t' the Caribbean lad, where the rhum flows freely; as I see ye have already discovered. Of course we don't usually bath wit' it, like ye have chosen to do. Do ye have yer sea legs lad? Can ye stand lad?" Not wanting the good Captain to join the drunks on the floor, Jacky motions to a bar maid for a cup of joe.

"Striker, lap dogs are fashionable, that is all. Ye seem to be pining for the bonnie lass. Approach her table next time, and ask if ye may join her. Let her invite ye, before ye sit down next time. And lad change yer coat, it reeks of rhum. Best if ye don't offer to fight her lap dog, in front of her, either!"

"If'n ye want to know the heart and head of a woman, read her diary or a post from another thread...." "Take the bonnie Tess St. Claire" -------------------- There is nothing better than to swoon by the hand of a romantic, gallant figure such as a Pyrate…or better yet, a pyrate captain! But like any true pryate, they are cunning in getting what they want. With soft spoken words, images of passion and promises of utter contentment….all in all when it comes down to it….THEY LIE! (Na, I’m not bitter…nope, not me!) Tess St. Claire -------------------- Dear Miss St. Claire, To command a ship load of cut throats requires cunning! Passion drives us, and promises from some is worth more than gold from others. Most pirates don't lie, and I will not say that they are always truthful. I have never heard one offer utter contentment, for we are a restless bunch. I'm sorry some scallywag, dashed yer dreams and left ye wit' bitter memories. Ye have wit, charm and are more deservin' of a better man. I pray he comes t' ye soon! Jacky Tar --------------------

Jacky chuckles softly, "They are loverly my good Captain, but as their lap dog ye have t' put up wit' fleas like Killingsworth!"

"Well... I... um.... ahem.... err....." he quickly takes a seat next to Aurore. "That is how it is wit' french women, Captain Sterling. Ye can go t' the end of yer chain and bark; but, no further. Good boy!"

"Ah, no matter, for most men prefer the cooing of an Irish dove, t' the squawkin' of a French hen, anyway."

"Ransom, Ransom, Ransom, ye leave my side and wit' ye me luck has left as well! Jacky doesn't attempt to leave the chair. I'm a fair match for any man jack in the pub; but, Elvira threw me like I was a child's play thing. I'm not sure how long Siren, will keep her at bay wit' her whip."

Jacky has moved near an open window of the shack, and has just seen a crab disappear under Tia Dalma's hair. "Sisters?" That just leaves more questions.

Jacky shakes this one off, and thinks to himself, 'Why haven't any of these other pirates stepped up to the plate... Mad Jack, Captain Sterling, The Gunner?' He gets to his hands and knees, and see's a ladies hand extended to him. She says, "Need a hand up?". Jacky's vision is still blurred, "Ransom?"

Jacky grabs a bar stool and swings at Elvira's head. Elvira spins and stops the bar stool. She throws the stool and Jacky, at the boarded window. She turns back towards the bar and advances on the unsuspecting Siren.

"Ah... a juicy kiss, did we just exchange orange juice?" A mischievous smile crosses Jacky's face. "I'll take that proffered libation, later when I thirst." Out of the corner of his eye Jacky sees Killingsworth, move towards them. In one motion, Jacky draws his service pistol, cocks the hammer and takes aim at Killingsworth. "Killingsworth, hold fast! My accord is wit' the lady Ransom. Ye'll get no such armistice from me. Yer safe harbor is with Miss St. Claire, I suggest ye find her." Jacky addresses Ransom, one last time, "Ye choosen to learn French? Useful when ye boardin' their ships, me thinks." Jacky turns to usher Killingsworth away.

"O.K. Night Stalker, do ye have a plan 'B'?"

Someone points a lantern in the direction of the darkened corner in which Elvira is crouched. The holy water splashes over her arched form and it looks like a scene out of Flashdance. Elvira leaps to her feet and begins to dance wildly, like she is on fire! Ray, "She's a maniac on the floor!" Jacky, "And she's dancing like she's never danced before" Lads at the bar, "She's a maniac maniac on the floor, and she's dancing like she's never danced before..."

"So as ye explain it, that was not a kiss. It was a champagne toast, shared without glasses. That's good t' know. Because, if it had been a kiss, and laughter were the only result, I'd never be able to show my face in this pub again!" Jacky smiles and tenderly pushes her red hair from her face. "It were a pax, a kiss of peace, for which ye asked." Jacky kisses her on the cheek. "Thar, ye have my promise of peace. But, it doesn't mean I won't tease ye!"

Jacky looks surprised! "I never said ye was unattractive, quite t' the contrary I find ye very attractive. Check yer sources I never said anything about yer forecastle, bow, or stern." Jacky moves closer, and watches her sword hand. "If'n ye ask, ye'll find I've never danced wit' anyone else at the pub either! And here's another first, that won't bloody likely happen again, either..." Jacky pulls her away from the fop, and kisses her passionately without pretense.

"Still dancin'. May I cut in?" Jacky knocks Killingsworth into a chair, at a table where a bunch of old toothless hags are having their morning repast. Jacky addresses Ransom, "A suitable hen house for his cockiness, wouldn't ye say?" And in hushed tones, "Ye need to be more selective about the company ye keep." Jacky walks Ransom back to her seat and thanks her for the dance.

"Inigo lets sprinkle a little holy water on Elvira, when nothing happens, we put down the crucifix and get some sleep, OK?"

"Inigo, did Joaquin go t' Rome t' get the holy water? I'll check the padre over there, for some water." Jacky checks the Cardinal's robe pockets and comes up with nothing.

Jacky sees Elvira huddled in the corner and she looks petrified. Inigo is ranting and waving a crucifix at her. "Wait a minuto... Indigo... amigo! Maybe ye hit yer head on the way down, to the floor."