Jack Sparrow's Daughter.
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The ugly brute turned away from me and I took my chance, snatching back my father's old compass, only turning back to call, "Ha! Today is the day you almost caught, the daughter of Captain Jack Sparrow!" He turned around and saw me, ugly mug opening wide, and he narrowed his pig-like eyes, pointed a pudgy finger at me and shouted, "Get her!" Almost as soon as the command was called, I saw Police streaming out of alleyways and charging after me. I leapt over a milk carton, and a stream of curses followed me as I bumped into people and their stalls in the market place.
As I glanced back to apologise to a necklace vendor, I slipped on a bead and my body slammed into another, sending us both tumbling to the ground, produce flying everywhere. I looked into a pair of startled blue eyes, gasped a quick "sorry," picked up my compass and continued running.
I finally stopped running when I reached the lake. It had a nice overhanging rock, creating a sheltered cave where I could swim unnoticed. As I took off my belt and sword, tunic, shoes and pants however, a cry rung through the glade. I quickly stashed the clothes I'd shed under a bush and, - still in my undershorts and singlet- I slipped into the pond, hiding in the shade of the overhang. A reed plant had started growing near the little cave and I cut a piece off with my pocket-knife, ready to use it as a snorkel if anything went wrong. Suddenly, a pair of familiar blue eyes looked around the overhang and I sank into the water, using my breathing apparatus. Several agonising minutes passed, the water pressure making it harder and harder to breathe, until the intruder seemed satisfied there was nothing of interest and left. Sighing with relief -as much as one can sigh of relief through a snorkel- I surfaced.
Muffling any scream I had, a gloved hand clamped over my mouth, and three more dragged me out of the pond, writhing and kicking. As I tried to look around, a funny-smelling cloth was pressed to my mouth and I lost consciousness.
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When I woke, I was dry and resting in a hammock, the only source of light coming from a sputtering oil lantern hanging and creaking nearby. As I looked around I spotted my clothes neatly pressed, folded and stacked on a chair in the corner of the room. I drowsily puttered over to them, my feet freezing on the cold wooden boards, and the floor tilted. Yelping as my knee hit the floor with a loud crack, I let the floor become level again before continuing to the chair. So I was on a boat. Great. Now I have have no idea where I could be. I could have been unconscious for days! We could have sailed anywhere by then.
Crap. "We". I had company.
Slipping into my clothes I was not at all surprised to see that my cutlass was gone, so I opened the sole of my leather boot to reveal a compartment where I hid my spare knife. My compass, luckily, was still hidden in a small pocket in my belt, and I clutched it tightly as I crept to to top deck. I timed my footfalls with the creaking of the ship, disguising the groaning of the wooden boards as natural movement of the ship.
As I reached the top of the stairs, I saw natural light seeping through the cracks of a door, and my heart sank. 'All sailors will be top-deck now, I can't go outside without being seen.' I thought, deciding to find the Captain's quarters. As I turn to go back, the swish of steel on leather freezes me in my tracks, and the cold point of a blade presses into my neck. "Takin' walks about the ship now, are we missy?"
Barbossa.
