This is just the beginning of what happened in Singapore with Jack Sparrow. If you don't know what I'm talking about, then maybe you should watch POTC again.
Mieka squeaked in fear at hearing her master yell her name angrily, and the heavy running footsteps that followed the yell. She ran as fast as her legs could possibly carry her at their short length, down through the Singaporean marketplace and out towards the docks.
Panicking at the sight of her master and his three sons wading through the crowd, Mieka scrambled wildly up the nearest boarding plank, stumbling onto the deck and into the nearest closet.
She heard wild yelling and cursing outside, and heavy, booted footsteps onto the deck, followed by a very light pair of footsteps and a crowd of regular steps. Next, she heard a clever sounding voice speak up.
"Ye honestly think I have yer bonnie lass, mate? On me 'Pearl, no less?"
Another voice sounded. Mieka recognized it as Master's first son's voice; after all, he was the only one who spoke fluent English.
"We will search the ship," The heavily accented voice said simply.
The first voice spoke up again, hastily trying to stop them. "Now, is that absolutely necessary, Gentlemen?"
As she was listening to the conversation, Mieka didn't realize how positively terrified she was. She was shaking from fear of being caught and returning to be Master's sex toy. Alarmed by this fact, Mieka missed the rest of the conversation, and didn't snap back into reality until she heard the hoards of footsteps coming towards the closet she was in.
She froze as the doorknob turned.
The man standing next to Mieka on the wooden platform, the captain of the ship she almost stow away on, glared at her. Watching as the rope noose was slipped over his head, Mieka frowned.
Mostly because that meant her noose was next.
As the noose was inevitably lowered over her head, Mieka listened as they began to read the charges. "Jack Sparrow." Next to her, the man muttered exasperatedly about being 'Captain' Jack Sparrow.
Jack Sparrow. Romantic name, Mieka thought. "Hosting a run-away slave," was one of the charges she heard. Rolling her eyes, Mieka almost cursed getting Jack Sparrow involved. But then she remembered that no one mattered but her anymore.
Her name was read and her charges, which included theft, running away from a signed bond (Too bad I wasn't the one who signed it, Mieka thought), and attacking a man of a higher societal status than she.
Not that there was much in the society pyramid that was lower than she was; she was a sex object, not much more than the common slave. In the middle of her thought, Mieka saw her master laughing horribly, his chin(s) jiggling.
The drumming began.
Mieka began to cry, her corset making it doubly hard to breathe her heaving pants. Jack Sparrow looked over, then sighed, muttering under his breath and blowing a bit of plaited dark hair out of his face.
"Looks like I'm saving her too," He complained quietly.
"Any last wishes?" The executor asked. Mieka thought the whole thing was a cruel, cruel joke . . . asking a person who was about to die what they want.
Jack Sparrow cocked his head, considering his options. "Could I get a bottle o' rum?"
