disclainer - I do not own pirates of the caribbean *hugs jack plushie*
though i wish i owned jack. I do own the plot though. and some of the
characters. NO TAKING CHARACTERS WITHOUT ASKING!!
Jessica's Ghost.
There was chaos at Port Rhianna. Not the usual chaos, which consisted of street merchants crying out and advertising there goods, busy mothers, hustling there children to church, or the royal navy running around, helping a ship dock. Not this. This was chaos of a fearful kind. Children and adults, the elderly and young, running in fear. Gun shots rang out across the harbour, echoing off the steep cliffs. Bodies dropped among the crowd. And above all the racket and clamour, there came a laugh. Not a joyous laugh, filled with humour, but a laugh uttered from a fell mouth. A laugh so terrible and cruel, that all who heard it would cower in fear. Terror filled people scrambled to get away from the source of the voice. Scrambled to get away from the ship that rose and fell rapidly on the waves of the bay, seemingly sharing her master's feelings.
Jessica Roseanne Ebony, Duchess of Rhianna, was excited. For all her twenty-four years, she had lived on the tales told of pirates, hanging off every word. Pirates that sailed the ocean, pillaging and plundering the coastal towns. She oft would go down to the paved road that ran alongside the beach, seeking out sailors to find new stories. She had always relished the idea of meeting a real pirate, dreaming about being swept off her feet by a dashing pirate captain, and taken away from this life of nobility. She sighed opening her window. What met her eyes stoppd her heart. There were bodies strewn across the pavement as blood stained the cobbles. Real, pirates, the ones she had dreamed about, were running through the town, killing and stealing. Tears trailed down her powdered cheeks. This was NOT what she dreamed it would be. She shook her head. No! Stop crying Jess. Your people are out there dying while your up here safe and snug in your bedroom. You've got to do something! Pull yourself together! Her head rose, eyes dry but still red. She pulled on a set of breeches that belonged to her father, and a top she had stolen from her brother. Then she ran downstairs and pulled her late father's Scimitar out of it's case on the mantlepiece. Jessica wrenched open the door and stepped into the burning sun, it's light shining off her inky hair. For a moment, she looked like a fell goddess, sorrowful but brilliant in the morning light. Then she was off, running down the steps to the grounds and out through the massive iron gates. Screaming with all her mustered anger, she ran towards the nearest pirate as he turned. A look torn between shock and amusment found it's way onto his face. At the last minute, she noticed a pirate out of the corner of her eye, but had no time to react. All went black......
Jessica's Ghost.
There was chaos at Port Rhianna. Not the usual chaos, which consisted of street merchants crying out and advertising there goods, busy mothers, hustling there children to church, or the royal navy running around, helping a ship dock. Not this. This was chaos of a fearful kind. Children and adults, the elderly and young, running in fear. Gun shots rang out across the harbour, echoing off the steep cliffs. Bodies dropped among the crowd. And above all the racket and clamour, there came a laugh. Not a joyous laugh, filled with humour, but a laugh uttered from a fell mouth. A laugh so terrible and cruel, that all who heard it would cower in fear. Terror filled people scrambled to get away from the source of the voice. Scrambled to get away from the ship that rose and fell rapidly on the waves of the bay, seemingly sharing her master's feelings.
Jessica Roseanne Ebony, Duchess of Rhianna, was excited. For all her twenty-four years, she had lived on the tales told of pirates, hanging off every word. Pirates that sailed the ocean, pillaging and plundering the coastal towns. She oft would go down to the paved road that ran alongside the beach, seeking out sailors to find new stories. She had always relished the idea of meeting a real pirate, dreaming about being swept off her feet by a dashing pirate captain, and taken away from this life of nobility. She sighed opening her window. What met her eyes stoppd her heart. There were bodies strewn across the pavement as blood stained the cobbles. Real, pirates, the ones she had dreamed about, were running through the town, killing and stealing. Tears trailed down her powdered cheeks. This was NOT what she dreamed it would be. She shook her head. No! Stop crying Jess. Your people are out there dying while your up here safe and snug in your bedroom. You've got to do something! Pull yourself together! Her head rose, eyes dry but still red. She pulled on a set of breeches that belonged to her father, and a top she had stolen from her brother. Then she ran downstairs and pulled her late father's Scimitar out of it's case on the mantlepiece. Jessica wrenched open the door and stepped into the burning sun, it's light shining off her inky hair. For a moment, she looked like a fell goddess, sorrowful but brilliant in the morning light. Then she was off, running down the steps to the grounds and out through the massive iron gates. Screaming with all her mustered anger, she ran towards the nearest pirate as he turned. A look torn between shock and amusment found it's way onto his face. At the last minute, she noticed a pirate out of the corner of her eye, but had no time to react. All went black......
