Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse Lives on
Chapter One: The Prisoner
I sat in the jailhouse waiting for my uncle to finish. 'This is just a lovely place for a young woman like myself to spend her days,' I thought, 'dirt floors, crude criminals, and an uncle who doesn't even pay me any attention unless he's in need of something.' I scratched out my name that I had been writing on the dirt floor and threw down the stick, letting out a sigh of impatience.
"Quite yer bellyachin," my Uncle Cleo scolded.
I leaned back on the bench and gazed out the window. Across the street I saw a young couple about my age. The girl was laughing at the young man who appeared to be telling a story. How I longed to live like that. To have not a care in the world; to just do what I wanted when I wanted. But alas, I could not allow myself to think those thoughts; it would just make my life seem more miserable.
Ever since my parents died, 3 years ago, I had been living with my Uncle. I had inherited nothing, but my uncle on the other hand. he had inherited a maid. I did the cooking and the cleaning while my uncle sat around the jailhouse feeling important.
Suddenly, in the middle of my reminiscing, the doors flew open and in stepped a group of people- four men in uniform and a fifth in irons. He had long dark hair, tanned skin, and mysterious attire.
"Cleo, is there a cell ready? We've got ourselves a pirate," the larger of the four men announced, obviously feeling quite proud of himself.
My uncle scrambled to his feet and grabbed the keys that were hanging on a nail on the wall. The men followed him, but as they walked past me, the dark haired man. the pirate. turned to me. He bowed his head slightly and gave me a sly sort of half smile. I just stared on in amazement as the men pushed him forward.
After locking him in, the four men and my uncle walked back into the office where I was.
"Yes, yes, he'll be hanged tomorrow evening," I heard the one with the beard state.
"The sooner the better if ya ask me," the other answered. I strained to hear more, but they were talking in hushed voices. They obviously didn't think it appropriate for me to hear their conversation. I wanted to shout that if they didn't think this proper for me, then why am I forced to spend my days at a jail?
A few minutes later the five of them stepped outside. They stood talking out there for a while, then my uncle popped his head back inside.
"I'm goin down to the bar for a drink. Stay here and keep watch. If anyone comes a'lookin for me, tell 'em where I'm at." With that he closed the door, not even waiting for a reply.
I sighed again, and picked up the stick I had been drawing in the dirt with. I started to trace my name over again when I heard a thump in the cell room. It was the pirate. I looked up at the doorway and bit my lip. If my uncle caught me back there he would be furious. But then again, if this time would be like all the others, he wouldn't be back for a few more hours.
I slowly stood up and tiptoed to the doorway. I could hear the pirate humming a tune, but couldn't make out what it was. I peeked around the corner, my heart pounding in my chest. He was sitting against the bars, his back facing me. I quietly turned the corner, in full sight now if he were to turn around. He was holding his hat in his hands, turning it slowly around, in beat with his tune.
I took another step closer.
"I'm guessin ya haven't never saw a pirate before, then?"
I froze. He stood up, dusted off his pants, placed his hat back on his head, and turned to face me.
"Didn't startle ya did I, Love?" he smiled the same sly smile again.
"N-No," I stammered, trying to regain my composure.
"No I didn't startle ya, or no ya aint never seen a pirate?" He asked coyly, reaching up and grasping the bars of the cell. I walked calmly up to him, trying to prove my confidence- to him and to myself.
I took a deep breath. "No, I have never seen a pirate before nor did you startle me." I was only a few feet away now, and very surprised to realize just how handsome this man was; beautiful really.
The pirate rested his chin on the bar, studying me with his piercing eyes, and then asked me my name in a hushed, growly voice. I told it to him and he nodded.
"And yours?" I asked.
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow," He announced, taking a small bow, as if he were world-renowned. I nodded my head upon hearing his name.
"You know. there's talk about you going to the noose tomorrow." I stated, not necessarily to scare or offend him, just to tell him what I had heard. I figured that I was no more on my uncle's side of things than this Captain Jack Sparrow's. For all I knew, Mr. Sparrow could be a very good man. or at least a better man than my uncle, which wouldn't take much trying.
"Well I figured as much, although I don't see what I was actually convicted of," he wondered aloud.
"Well you are a pirate are you not?" "May I ask you a question?" he asked. I nodded. "What do you think makes piracy so terribly dreadful?" "Well." I thought, "They steal, and murder, and..." I couldn't think of any other traits.
"Well then, if that's what makes me so terrible, and no one has witnessed any of these awful acts to prove that I have ever even committed them, then why- may I ask you- am I here?"
I didn't know what to say; I just shrugged. "I wasn't the one who put you there. how should I know?. It's not like my uncle would tell me anything." Jack's eyes darted back up at me.
"He wouldn't?"
"Are you kidding? He hardly talks to me as it is, let alone to tell me of such things that aren't for young womens' ears.. No, no, he wouldn't. Trust me."
"I see.. That's intresting.. That's intresting.." I looked over at him suspiciously.
"What's interesting?"
"Well," He paused, "'ere's how I see it. You aren't 'appy at home, aye?"
I paused, not knowing how to answer such a question.
"I mean, who would be?" His arms were waving around wildly as he explained himself. If I wasn't so uncomfortable I would have laughed. "Sittin 'round a jailhouse every day- can't say I blame ya. But now, 'ere's the important part." His eyes narrowed, and his voice lowered, "I'm not 'appy 'ere neither. What'ya say to. er. helping me out a little?" He was holding his breath. Waiting for an answer.
"So. what you're requesting is that I let you out- let you go free, and I'll sit around here waiting for my uncle to get back who will be just a little more than furious at me?"
"No. What I'm requesting is that you let me out- let me go free, and I'll take you ,with me, and when you're uncle gets back he can be a little more than furious all by his onesy. Savvy?" He grinned triumphantly.
I turned and walked out of the room. How dare he think I would let him out! A criminal . A pirate.?!?
That night I went home with my uncle as usual. I made dinner, I cleaned up, and I hemmed a few of his clothes that needed it. But the whole while I couldn't get my mind of that pirate. Captain Jack Sparrow. He would be hanged tomorrow. Deep down I knew what I had to do. I had known back when I was still at the jailhouse.
That night, when my uncle finally dismissed me, I went to my room and I packed.
Chapter One: The Prisoner
I sat in the jailhouse waiting for my uncle to finish. 'This is just a lovely place for a young woman like myself to spend her days,' I thought, 'dirt floors, crude criminals, and an uncle who doesn't even pay me any attention unless he's in need of something.' I scratched out my name that I had been writing on the dirt floor and threw down the stick, letting out a sigh of impatience.
"Quite yer bellyachin," my Uncle Cleo scolded.
I leaned back on the bench and gazed out the window. Across the street I saw a young couple about my age. The girl was laughing at the young man who appeared to be telling a story. How I longed to live like that. To have not a care in the world; to just do what I wanted when I wanted. But alas, I could not allow myself to think those thoughts; it would just make my life seem more miserable.
Ever since my parents died, 3 years ago, I had been living with my Uncle. I had inherited nothing, but my uncle on the other hand. he had inherited a maid. I did the cooking and the cleaning while my uncle sat around the jailhouse feeling important.
Suddenly, in the middle of my reminiscing, the doors flew open and in stepped a group of people- four men in uniform and a fifth in irons. He had long dark hair, tanned skin, and mysterious attire.
"Cleo, is there a cell ready? We've got ourselves a pirate," the larger of the four men announced, obviously feeling quite proud of himself.
My uncle scrambled to his feet and grabbed the keys that were hanging on a nail on the wall. The men followed him, but as they walked past me, the dark haired man. the pirate. turned to me. He bowed his head slightly and gave me a sly sort of half smile. I just stared on in amazement as the men pushed him forward.
After locking him in, the four men and my uncle walked back into the office where I was.
"Yes, yes, he'll be hanged tomorrow evening," I heard the one with the beard state.
"The sooner the better if ya ask me," the other answered. I strained to hear more, but they were talking in hushed voices. They obviously didn't think it appropriate for me to hear their conversation. I wanted to shout that if they didn't think this proper for me, then why am I forced to spend my days at a jail?
A few minutes later the five of them stepped outside. They stood talking out there for a while, then my uncle popped his head back inside.
"I'm goin down to the bar for a drink. Stay here and keep watch. If anyone comes a'lookin for me, tell 'em where I'm at." With that he closed the door, not even waiting for a reply.
I sighed again, and picked up the stick I had been drawing in the dirt with. I started to trace my name over again when I heard a thump in the cell room. It was the pirate. I looked up at the doorway and bit my lip. If my uncle caught me back there he would be furious. But then again, if this time would be like all the others, he wouldn't be back for a few more hours.
I slowly stood up and tiptoed to the doorway. I could hear the pirate humming a tune, but couldn't make out what it was. I peeked around the corner, my heart pounding in my chest. He was sitting against the bars, his back facing me. I quietly turned the corner, in full sight now if he were to turn around. He was holding his hat in his hands, turning it slowly around, in beat with his tune.
I took another step closer.
"I'm guessin ya haven't never saw a pirate before, then?"
I froze. He stood up, dusted off his pants, placed his hat back on his head, and turned to face me.
"Didn't startle ya did I, Love?" he smiled the same sly smile again.
"N-No," I stammered, trying to regain my composure.
"No I didn't startle ya, or no ya aint never seen a pirate?" He asked coyly, reaching up and grasping the bars of the cell. I walked calmly up to him, trying to prove my confidence- to him and to myself.
I took a deep breath. "No, I have never seen a pirate before nor did you startle me." I was only a few feet away now, and very surprised to realize just how handsome this man was; beautiful really.
The pirate rested his chin on the bar, studying me with his piercing eyes, and then asked me my name in a hushed, growly voice. I told it to him and he nodded.
"And yours?" I asked.
"Cap'n Jack Sparrow," He announced, taking a small bow, as if he were world-renowned. I nodded my head upon hearing his name.
"You know. there's talk about you going to the noose tomorrow." I stated, not necessarily to scare or offend him, just to tell him what I had heard. I figured that I was no more on my uncle's side of things than this Captain Jack Sparrow's. For all I knew, Mr. Sparrow could be a very good man. or at least a better man than my uncle, which wouldn't take much trying.
"Well I figured as much, although I don't see what I was actually convicted of," he wondered aloud.
"Well you are a pirate are you not?" "May I ask you a question?" he asked. I nodded. "What do you think makes piracy so terribly dreadful?" "Well." I thought, "They steal, and murder, and..." I couldn't think of any other traits.
"Well then, if that's what makes me so terrible, and no one has witnessed any of these awful acts to prove that I have ever even committed them, then why- may I ask you- am I here?"
I didn't know what to say; I just shrugged. "I wasn't the one who put you there. how should I know?. It's not like my uncle would tell me anything." Jack's eyes darted back up at me.
"He wouldn't?"
"Are you kidding? He hardly talks to me as it is, let alone to tell me of such things that aren't for young womens' ears.. No, no, he wouldn't. Trust me."
"I see.. That's intresting.. That's intresting.." I looked over at him suspiciously.
"What's interesting?"
"Well," He paused, "'ere's how I see it. You aren't 'appy at home, aye?"
I paused, not knowing how to answer such a question.
"I mean, who would be?" His arms were waving around wildly as he explained himself. If I wasn't so uncomfortable I would have laughed. "Sittin 'round a jailhouse every day- can't say I blame ya. But now, 'ere's the important part." His eyes narrowed, and his voice lowered, "I'm not 'appy 'ere neither. What'ya say to. er. helping me out a little?" He was holding his breath. Waiting for an answer.
"So. what you're requesting is that I let you out- let you go free, and I'll sit around here waiting for my uncle to get back who will be just a little more than furious at me?"
"No. What I'm requesting is that you let me out- let me go free, and I'll take you ,with me, and when you're uncle gets back he can be a little more than furious all by his onesy. Savvy?" He grinned triumphantly.
I turned and walked out of the room. How dare he think I would let him out! A criminal . A pirate.?!?
That night I went home with my uncle as usual. I made dinner, I cleaned up, and I hemmed a few of his clothes that needed it. But the whole while I couldn't get my mind of that pirate. Captain Jack Sparrow. He would be hanged tomorrow. Deep down I knew what I had to do. I had known back when I was still at the jailhouse.
That night, when my uncle finally dismissed me, I went to my room and I packed.