:Buffy the Vampire Slayer
belongs to Joss Whedon. Pirates of the Caribbean
belongs to Disney. I'm just playing with their toys for a bit.
Faith was aware of him before he even sat down at the table. In a bar like this, she was always alert, even if she didn’t look it. He was looking for her, he had to be- he’d come straight to her table and sat down like he had an appointment.
She cocked an eyebrow at him.
“Come to cheat me out of my lighter again?”
“No, merely thought I’d make the offer to let bygones be bygones. I hear you got your lighter back.”
“Completely by accident and through no effort of yours,” she said. “Do you have a point to being here?”
Her annoyance went up another notch when the idiot who’d called himself a pirate the last time they met just smirked.
“Perhaps. You might find out what it is if you were to be a bit more gracious.”
As her hand went for her knife, he sighed theatrically.
“Just came to ask what your name was. I try to make it a point to keep track of you lot. Wouldn’t do to be getting on the family’s bad side, now would it?”
Faith sat bolt upright, any semblance of lassitude gone. If that smug son of a bitch thought this was a way to get in good with her, he was about to find out how wrong he was.
“I don’t have a family, unless you count the mother who was so drugged up she couldn’t have told you which of her johns was my father,” she snarled. “And I don’t.”
As she stood up to go, he grabbed her wrist. He was lucky she looked before she punched- normally her instinct would have been to just deck him. But she’d been working on that lately, and there was real regret in his eyes. Maybe something else too. He hadn’t known. He’d genuinely thought she came from people who cared. She might have hit him anyway, but he spoke first.
“I never met your mum, luv, but she clearly didn’t deserve you. You do have a family beyond her, though. Dutch Cove, near sunset on the fifth of next month if you want to meet them. Give the Pirate King Jack’s regards.”
And with that, he walked out.
Faith almost chased him down to demand an explanation. Who the hell did he think he was, waltzing into her favorite bar and giving cryptic messages about a family she’d never met?
Then she realized it was a silly question.
He was Captain Jack Sparrow.
And she was definitely going to ask this ‘pirate king’ about him.