Jacky Tar

Awkward, Jacky finds himself standing next to an empty table! Out of the corner of his eye he sees Miss St. Claire regarding him with distain. No matter, he rejoins the lads at the bar.

"Aye, captain keep yer coin, I know he is her lap dog; I as much told Captain Striker it was so. But she has a pull on me also, mayhaps because we receive so few ladies here." Jacky sees the furtive glances from Aurore. "Aurore, ye have a gravity and attraction, also; but, ye are bespoken."

"I'd take his head with my cutlass, and thar be no need to soil my boot." Pauses, and sips the glass of port. "The lads defanged him earlier. Had Miss St. Claire not request we leave him, we'd taken his serpent's tongue as well."

"Lads if it hisses like a snake, and looks like a snake..." Jacky does not hide his dislike of Killingsworth.

"Mademoiselle, ye'll find very little French spoken here. Many of the lads here are privateers with English Letters of Marque and orders to sack French ships."

It's early morning and Jacky enters the pub. He starts opening windows to let sun light and fresh air into the pub. Elvira drops Inigo before she can bite him, and retreats to a dark corner of the pub. Bulimia and Bickering are not so quick and turn to ashes, taking the documents with them, before anyone notices. "Inigo, hard night? Let's get ye off the floor."

Jacky loosens his grip on Killingsworth's coat. Against his better judgement he lets him go. Another fop is saved at a lady's behest. "My apologies Lady St. Claire, Jacky returns to the bar."

O.O.C. Stepping Out of Character for a moment: Before anyone else wonders who took Jacky's Prozac. Many of the members in this thread are from the thread ~ Port Royal, Jamaica, A Continuing Saga for Roleplayers. They are serious writers, un-like yers truly. Perhaps Lady St. Claire didn't think the other role players would follow her here, but they did. This Jacky wanted to play with them, seriously. So, if you were looking for slap stick, sorry! Try ~ The Pirate Hunter's Smarter Brother.

Killingsworth hasn't made any further attempts to acquire a drink, nor has he left the pub. His mere presence seems to be unnerving Captain Sterling's companion. Jacky approachs him once more. "Ye are an unwelcome guest, and don't seem to have the good sense to leave." Two large fellows from the bar lift the foppish Killingsworth to his feet. A third searches his person. They find a pistol, a dagger, snuff-box and a well lined purse; they relieve the owner of his possesions. "Crawl back under the swine from which ye came!" Jacky walks the naive to door, which he seems unable to find on his own.

Jacky Tar picks up the coin and forces it into Killingsworth pocket. Ray backs away. "Yer monies no good here, and I'm afraid we're all out of port! I suggest ye quench yer thirst somewhere else." Several of the pubs larger patrons come to stand behind Jacky.

Jacky finds himself staring cross-eyed at a dagger near the tip of his nose. "How does Iron Bess do that!" Counts his blessings that she just does.

"False Ransom, ye look spooked lass! Join me fer a drink t' welcome Miss St. Claire, to our fine establishment."

"Where did ye say ye hail from Miss St. Claire?" Considers she may be a country lady and less then familiar with English traditions. But Jacky wanting the lady to feel welcome, quips back. "Aye, I like me toast dry, and thank ye fer askin'."

The gentleman and the pirate share a drink at the bar. Jacky slides a purse to Captain Sterling. With his back to the room and in hushed tones, he addresses Captain Sterling. "Ye have not been forgotten at court sir, if ye need provisions for the Archangel, ye need but ask." Turns to the crowd to offer a toast. "To our Sweethearts and wifes, may they never meet!" The lads at the bar cheer.

"Miss St. Claire, it's Jacky Tar and thar is a Johnny Tar here at the pub, no relation." Nods to the lady.

Pepe and Izzie have washed out to sea. Jacky is walking the shoreline, looking for any sign that Rosie may have survived.

"What's this, Iron Bess about to sack the shack!" Jacky watches from a distance.

In hushed tones and with his back to the crowd, Jacky addresses Captain Sterling. "Yer uneasy wit' the lady? Do ye have good reason sir?" Raising his voice and motioning to Ray for two glasses; Jacky produces a fine bottle of Spanish port. "Will ye join me in a drink Captain Sterling? I believe port is yer drink of choice. Jacky offers a glass of port to Captain Sterling and his shadow (Aurore), and motions to Ray for a third glass.

Jacky Tar, a not so humble pirate, knocks over the kneeling Blackfoot. "Sorry, Blackfoot let me help ye up lad. Didn't see ye on the floor. Ray we need more lanterns in here, I nearly stepped on Tenderfoot here." Jacky nods to the lady. "Welcome, Miss St. Claire is it? Charmed." Jacky takes his place at the bar.

Final, Final Letter. --------- Dear Jacky, What's up with you and Tia Dalma? Disney's Legal Department ---------- Dear Legal, Nothing, she disses me everytime I post to her thread. She's not even one of my characters! Talk to my lawyer, Jacky

I thought I'd take a moment to answer a few letters from our readers. Dear Jacky, Do you really look like Willie Nelson? Merrydeath ------ Dear Merrydeath, No, but if I told everybody I looked like Tom Cruise, no one would read my posts. Jacky ------- Dear Jacky, Is it true jou shaved jou legs to play Elvira? Elvira's biggest fan, Joaquin ------- Dear Joaquin, No, I didn't shave my legs to play Elvira. Please, quit leaving me those voice mails. Jacky ------ Dear Jacky, Is Rosie's foredeck real? They can't be after six kids! False Ransom ------ Dear False Ransom, Sorry, but they are as real, as she is. Jacky ------- Final Letter. ------- Dear Jacky, How come you don't say I'm hot, everybody else does? Siren -------- Dear Siren, Last time we ran together, I was too winded to say anything. Heck, you were hot, I was hot... Jacky

Thankfully, the lemon wedges' flight path allows Jacky plenty of time to catch it. He catches it. "Silkie, yer a bit tart fer me!" (he teases and smiles) "I see Matt is off on yer good foot." "I'll see ye around the pub Silkie." Jacky waves and goes off to check on the Montoyas.

"Then smile and I will know they be happy thoughts, oh pensive one." "Ye call and I will return!"

As Jacky walks away from Tia Dalma's cottage, he stops and turns back to retrieve the Magic 8-Ball that he dropped. He looks up and sees the soothsayer sitting on the porch, in a rocking chair, with an old board on her lap. She looks melancholy, like she hasn't a friend in this world. She rocks and gazes at the water, suddenly she puts the board down next to the chair and walks back into the tiny cottage. Jacky gathers some wildflowers, and bundles them together with an old ribbon from his pocket. He slowly winds his way to the porch, and carefully places the flowers in the rocking chair. He walks back towards the pub, occasionally glancing back at the cottage until it is no longer in sight.

Jacky Tar enters the bar and sees Inigo has a booth in the back of the pub. "Ray when did ye add booths? Can I get booth, too!" Ray motions to Jacky, and taps on a brass plate on the edge of the bar. The plate reads, 'Reserved for Jacky Tar'. Jacky smiles and takes his place at the bar. Ray nods to Jacky and goes back to wiping glasses.