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(Chp. 1 revised on 1/16/09)
The ship rocked slightly as a barely audible boom echoed throughout the humid atmosphere. Out of nowhere, a heavy cannonball blasted through the side of the ship. Quickly ducking for cover, her arms uselessly flailed upward to cover herself from the flying wood chunks and splinters. Then, she swiftly ran up the old stairs and screamed loudly, "What is going on here?!"
" It's the Black Pearl. They're attacking us." Another woman replied nervously before she ran off to help the crew fight.
"Fight to survive!" she bellowed encouragingly at her crew, boosting their confidence.
"Aye!" chorused her crewmembers that were disguised as men.
"Prepare the cannons! Starboard side!" she ordered, her brown eyes squinting angrily at the ship coming forth. They had to win this because it was their freedom, what they fought for for their entire life.
"Prepare to board!" a gruff man's voice yelled and she immediately singled him out as the captain of the enemy vessel. She spotted him at the helm of the Black Pearl, a shiny gleam of pride in his eyes.
"Fire!" she yelled as her crew fired the cannons off at the Black Pearl. Men from the other ship swung over by ropes before they pulled out their swords, killing off her crew one by one, each member dropping dead like a flea.
All of her loyal friends lied on the ground, dead, leaving her the only survivor on her ship. She blankly stared at her dead first mate and tears of anguish welled up in her eyes, threatening to pour out. She irately stabbed the man who was attacking her, killing him with no mercy. Dark red musty bloodstains soaked her clothes, as her vision became a huge blur of colors. More men surrounded her and finally, the sword was knocked out of her trembling hand. Suddenly, the captain of the other ship swung over, arrogantly striding over to her, a dangerous glint in his onyx eyes warning her that he was not to be trifled with.
"Tell me, where is your captain?" the eccentric man asked her as she studied him tersely, only then noticing his different and strange attire, though she was far too angry with him to give him a thorough inspection. She only noted that he wore strange beads and trinkets in his dark hair.
"The captain doesn't wish to speak to you!" she spat angrily with a menacing glare, erasing all evidence of her tears.
"Well then, it's your choice to die or not." He randomly whistled, seeming bored of her presence. "Take him aboard! To the brig." He ordered, unaware that he just murdered an entire crew that happened to be made up of women.
"Aye," replied some of the crewmembers as they seized her, taking her to the Black Pearl's brig against her will.
"Search the ship for goods and any living people below. Set it aflame if ye find nothing valuable." the captain of the Pearl sternly ordered his crew before he sauntered away to the brig. "This lad better tell me some information or else there will be severe punishment," he mumbled to himself with a stony façade.
Down in the brig huddling in the corner, she sat waiting there for what seemed like an eternity. A deafening boom was heard in the distance and she abruptly jumped out of her seat, peeping through the hole in the wall, noticing her ship being blown to smithereens. She felt a strong passion of hatred for that captain, whoever he thought he was blowing her beloved ship down to ashes. She would instantaneously avenge him for this; she swore she would remember this day, this terrible day when all of her friends were sent to Davy Jones' Locker. She would murder him for killing all her friends and stealing what she had left in life.
She sat there and finally, she heard light footsteps walking down the stairs. The cowardly captain of the ship has finally decided show himself she thought angrily.
"Now tell me lad, why ye disrespect me?" the captain asked nonchalantly, standing outside of her cell.
"Who do you think you are, destroying my only home!" she yelled in a fake deep voice.
"I'll tell ye sonny. I'm Captain Jack Sparrow. And of course to be a pirate, I 'ave to be stronger than any other ship and this 'appens to be my territory."
"For your information, trying to pry things out of me is not going to help because I'm not going to tell you anything." she huffed, crossing her arms with pure resentment.
"If ye don't tell me anything, I'll strip ye and give ye twenty lashings meself." Jack threatened venomously, his hands encircling around the bars of the cell. "Or ye can choose the better of the two options and ye tell me about the ship. And being the good man that I am, I will let ye out if ye happen to tell me."
Her eyes widened in fear, not in fear of the whippings, but if he found out she was a woman. He would probably attempt to rape her and then murder her. "I'll tell you." she stuck her hand through the bars.
Jack eyed her hand suspiciously through the bars and grasped it in a firm handshake. He let go quickly, dropping his hand to his side as he dug in his pockets for the key.
She eyed her hand in disgust before wiping it on her bloodstained breeches. "Now let me out."
Jack quirked an eyebrow upwards, noticing how much she didn't like to be caged. Maybe I could use tha' against him he thought to himself. Jack smirked slowly taking his time to open the door but it really didn't seem to annoy her. She stood there quietly, watching him fiddle through his keys until he found the right one.
The door was unlocked and was slowly pulled open by Jack. "Lad." Jack motioned for her to leave and she gave him an ominous glare in response. "No need to go hostile." He tried to calm her down, taking a step away from her. For some reason, the lad doesn't fit his title. Or… its title Jack thought. He then led her to his room and let her sit down on the chair at the desk. "You've killed many of me good men. I watched ye but once ye came out numbered ye lost."
"Your point?" she gruffly replied.
"Ye are going to 'ave to find me more men. Of course ye could take their place." Jack offered.
"Pfft!" She snorted, annoyed. "I would hardly join your crew ever since you so brutally harmed the ship that I was on… and you threaten me, what makes you believe I would?" she arched an eyebrow at him.
"Or I could easily dispose of ye. That ship happens to be a ship full of cargo, although unknown colors." Jack continued.
"Or did you even know that most of the crew were w-," she froze, stopping herself right in time.
"Wha' did ye say?" Jack asked, interested, as he sat down in a chair, propping his feet up on the desk.
"I mean… the crew were w… worn out!" she filled in.
"Huh?" Jack gave her a look of confusion, his eyebrows furrowing while his eyes narrowed.
"The crew was a little tired from our last adventure." She lied nervously as he jumped out of his chair, swaggering closer to her, his hips swaying in a hypnotizing motion.
"Huh." Jack nodded his head not believing anything he or she said. "Wha' is your name?" he asked, curious of this… it, thing, something, he, she, mix?
"Why should I trust you in giving you my name?" she asked irately, looking at him in disgust.
"Because, I order ye. No lies or I'll dispose of ye." Jack clapped his hands in front of him.
She gulped nervously and slowly said, "Do you think I could get a change of clothing? I smell horrible."
"Once ye give me your name." Jack said, fully knowing her motives.
"Fine." She replied harshly, somehow trusting that nothing would happen wrong. "I'm Captain Christie Stiles." Surprise swept across his features and he flung off her hat, watching her soft tresses of long golden brown hair fall slowly to her side.
"You're the captain?" Jack asked in shock, his forehead wrinkling.
"Yes." she replied viciously. "You killed all of my friends, the crew!" she yelled angrily at Jack making him back up to the wall while she stood up, encroaching on him. "In fact, they were all women!" she shrieked in fury, forcefully slapping him across the face, making his face burn with pain, probably the most pain he could ever receive from a slap. He winced in response from the angry captain.
"Terribly sorry, luv." Jack said apologetically, a little intimidated from the angry captain who was throwing a tantrum. He felt guilty for killing a ship full of women and immediately felt a bit of compunction. Grasping his cheek in pain, he massaged it, trying to rid of the throbbing feeling.
"Not luv. It's Captain or Miss!" she shouted at him. "And you burned down my ship! How could you! It was my life, my freedom, my everything! My Emerald Silver…" she sobbed sadly, sinking to the ground, covering her face with her hands.
Jack looked at her, more regret tearing his insides apart. He killed innocent, well not exactly innocent, women and burned down the entire ship, which meant everything to the woman on the ground in front of him. If someone burned down his ship, his life would be forever ruined. Jack thought about how life would be if his freedom became lost.
"I deserved that." Jack incoherently mumbled to himself.
Christie lifted herself off the floor, feeling terribly horrible, heartbroken. She would remind herself to despise this man in the very same room and to make him lose his most valuable possession; she would make him feel what it's like to be in her position. No matter what, she would not let anything get in her way. She was determined to set things right and give him what he deserved.
Jack intently watched her face change with different emotions from hatred, to sadness, thoughtfulness, and then, slyness? He dug in his storage chest, taking out a pair of extra clothes that were too small to fit him anymore. He dropped them on his desk and silently walked out the door, though he felt compelled to look back at her. He careened his head to glance behind him, seeing that she was staring vacantly at the ground with empty eyes. The least he could do was try to get her to forgive him. Exiting the room, he somberly walked up the stairs to the helm, taking over his position.
Christie watched Jack leave the cabin from the corners of her eyes before she grabbed the clothes on the desk. Not caring if the door was open, she took off her old clothes and slipped on the new ones, which were loosely clinging onto her body. Picking up her old clothes, she slipped outside and flung them over the railing, watching them sink into the water, enveloped by darkness, lost forever.
Even if it were to be the last thing she did, it would be sweet revenge.
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