Her Betrayal
A Plan in Motion
"If I drown, I'm coming back to haunt you." I hissed, glaring at the crew of pirates. They snickered, looking me over. Captain Michael laughed.
"Come on, lass, just jump. You'll be picked up and the plan'll be in motion." I frowned, looking behind the crew to my father.
"And you promise you won't harm him?" I shouted, so everyone could hear. Michael grinned.
"We won't harm him."
"Promise. Promise or I won't do it." I insisted. My father was roughly pushed forward.
"Do it or the old man will suffer the consequences, Miss Maisie. So, my dear, it appears ye really don't have a choice." I turned back to the water, my stomach flipping every time a wave knocked into the ship. I looked down at my skirts; they would surely be the death of me.
"I'm not too sure about this." I said, turning back. Michael shook his head as I nervously played with the gold locket that hung around my neck.
"Then let me help ye." He growled, knocking the thin board I was perched upon and sending me flying into the water. I screamed, my heart pounding in my chest, my skirts pulling me down. I struggled fiercely and finally managed to resurface, just in time to see the ship begin to turn from me.
"Good luck, Maisie." The Captain called. I scowled at him.
"It's Miss. White." I muttered to myself, not that it mattered anyway. I let out a breath, looking around. There was nothing, nothing at all, just emptiness stretching out in all angles. I sighed, treading water, as not to sink. I hated water ever since I was little; it was cold, wet and dangerous. And here I was, quite literally up to my neck in it.
"Help!" I called, looking around. Michael had been sure the Pearl was close, close enough to save me before I sunk to my watery grave. And yet, there was nothing. No birds, no clouds, no ships or even sails. Nothing.
"Sparrow won't let ye drown." He had said. I frowned. I had no chance of swimming with my hands tied and the stupid skirts, all I could do was feebly tread water. Suddenly, I began to panic.
I thrashed about trying to do something, anything, save myself. It was really cold. I gasped for breath only sucking in salty water. This was not good; this was not how things were supposed to go. And before I knew it I had blacked out. But the one thing I did see was a sail just appearing over the horizon. It was dark as the night's sky. And it was coming towards me. Fast.
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"What ye all lookin' at? Come on work ta be done!" Jack walked to the side of the ship, where his crew had gathered. They were watching…a girl? Jack frowned. The pirates turned to him, looking at him expectantly. Jack sighed.
"Will I be saving her then?" He asked, pulling off his coat and effects. He climbed up the side railing and expertly dived into the waves. The saltwater stung his eyes and his lungs felt like they would burst the further down he swam but finally he caught sight of her. She was drifting, aimlessly, although still feebly trying to swim somewhere, anywhere. The struggling suddenly stopped. Jack swam to her as quickly as he could, picking her up awkwardly, looking at her pale face. It was like when he had saved Elizabeth, he thought, except this girl had no attachments that involved him being hung. It was a good thought. And as it had been with Elizabeth, the dress was too heavy. He pulled out his knife, cutting it from her and cutting her wrist ties. Then he grasped her around her waist and swam for the surface. Finally he broke through the waves, scanning for the Pearl. Finally he saw it and began swimming for it, crashing through waves and dragging the girl behind him.
"Throw down a rope!" He shouted up, waiting for the rope to be dropped down. It slapped down the side, giving Jack a chance to grab it.
"Haul us up!" Suddenly they were flying through the air and landing with a painful thump on the deck. Jack sat up, turning to the girl by his side. She was pale and looked extremely cold in just her shift. But she was breathing. Jack backed away from her, giving her some air.
"Is she alive?" Some one asked. Jack shrugged.
"She's breathing." He said, putting a hand just below her ribs, feeling her chest rise and fall. Suddenly she grabbed his wrist, startling everyone.
"Don't touch me…" She gasped.
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"Don't touch me…" I gasped, grabbing the man's wrist. He pulled back.
"Sorry, love. Jus' checking ye were alive." He said, standing up. I was still lying on the deck looking like a drowned rat. He offered me a hand as I sat up, which I gladly took. I looked around the deck. Men were looking at me as if they'd just pulled me from the sea…well, they had but that's beyond the point. I wrapped my arms about my self in a protective manner before looking at the man who had saved me.
"And you are?" I asked, somewhat rudely. He smirked, taking my hand and kissing it.
"Captain Jack Sparrow." He said, smirking at the flicker of recognition in my eyes, although for other reasons than he believed.
"And ye?" I pulled my hand back, wiping it on my dress causing Jack to frown slightly.
"Maisie White." I said, putting on a posh accent. Jack put a finger to his chin. I frowned. What if he knew of me? Seeing my frown he smiled.
"Maisie. A pretty name for a pretty girl, eh?" He said silkily. I scoffed.
"Hardly, Mr Sparrow." I turned from Jack, apparently talking to myself, just as was planned. "That bastard stole my map. Ha, what an amateur!" I looked around me as if searching for the ship. Jack tapped his chin lightly.
"First, it's Captain Sparrow and second, what map?" I covered my mouth as if I had just blurted out a humungous secret.
"I said nothing about a map." I lied, crossing my arms and putting my nose in the air. Jack looked at me, his eyes boring into me, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. I heard him whisper something to his first mate before turning back to me.
"Yer lying to a pirate, not wise, Maisie." Jack said, his voice low. I sighed.
"It's Miss. White to you." I hissed. "Pirates, not only are they incredibly rude but thy never address you properly, one of my pet hates." I remarked. And then another of my pet hates. Jack began circling me, a predatory smirk on his beautiful face. I cursed myself for thinking that.
"What are you, a vulture?" I hissed.
"Miss. White…" He mused, looking me over. I frowned following him with my eyes.
"Miss. White, pretty rich girl I s'pose?" He asked, stopping briefly. I shook my head.
"I'm neither, Captain. Just a merchant's daughter. I'm hardly pretty and I am certainly not rich." I said as he began circling again.
"Wouldn't say ye weren't pretty, although, a smile and a less stuck up nature could help." I gaped at him. No one insults me. The crew surrounding me laughed causing me to blush. Suddenly Jack stopped again.
"You know, Miss White, we ain't so different you and me, me and you, us. Only small differences..." He said, taking great delight as I frowned at the word 'us'. I plastered a malicious fake smile on my face.
"You want to know the real difference between us? Jack said. I nodded, taking a step forward.
"I have class and you don't or I know how to dress myself and you don't? Take your pick." I said, putting my hands on my hips. Jack scowled at me, ignoring the snicker of laughter form the crew. He took a step towards me. It was an understatement to say things were going badly. I took a step back, putting a finger up.
Different approach…
"Is it too late to take back everything I just said?" I asked feebly. Jack nodded.
"The real difference between us is that I have a ship and you don't, Miss. White, so I suggest if ye want to stay on the ship then ye should stop biting the hand that feeds ye." He said, taking another step forward. I frowned.
"So you're going to throw me off the ship?" I asked, putting my hands behind my back. Jack tilted his head.
"Give me a better option, Miss. White." He said.
"You can call me Maisie?" I said, followed by a nervous laugh. Jack shook his head.
"Not good enough." He said, grabbing my wrist.
"Please, Mr Sparrow, Captain Sparrow, I…I have a map!" I blurted again. It wasn't how I planned to reveal the map but it was my only chance. Any port in a storm, as my father would say. And it worked. Jack spun round to me.
"Ah, a map?" I nodded, pilling from my shift a small piece of folded paper.
"A map."
Hey everyone!
Just thought I'd upload one of my 'I've only just uploaded it because I'm not too sure about it, what do you think?' stories, whilst I'm trying to write a sequel for Green Eyed Violets!
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