Silent Sparrow By: Rika Kisuktai
My first pirates of the caribbean fic!
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This story takes place just after Jack gets eaten in 'Dead Man's Chest'
Yay!
…
Wait…No! Jack got eaten:(
I own Jaquline and the inn-keeper.
I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean!
Enjoy!
Note: I LOVE JACK!
Tortuga
Another typical night in the pirate party town.
Pirates were drinking their heads off, chasing women, dunking the mayor in the well,and doing all the typical things drunk pirates love to do.
None of the pirates payed any particular attention to the teenage girl standing near the docks.
Her shoulder length dark brown hair was held back from her face in a dark blue bandanna. Her dark brown eyes, weary from the lack of sleep, anxiously scanned the horizon.
She kept fingering a silver oriental dragon ring that was attached to a golden chain that hung around her neck. A present from her father's travels.
"Father, where are you?" She whispered into the salty sea air that lingered around the docks.
"Jaquline!" A middle-aged heavy woman walked out of the inn directly next to the docks.
"Jaquline, you've been standing out here for three days. Come inside and eat." She said, walking up to Jacquline.
"No. Father will be here soon. Soon…" Jaquline muttered.
"You need to eat."
"NO." Jaquline said defiantly, and sat down, indian-style.
"Jaquline! Stop acting like a child, and start acting like the 14 year old you are!"
Jaquline said nothing, still staring into the distance.
"I don't know what to do with you. If it wasn't for your poor mother and your good-for-nothing pirate father…"
Suddenly Jaquline was nose-to-nose with the inn-keeper.
"Don't. Insult. My. Father. In. My. Presence. Savvy?" Her voice was low and deadly.
The inn-keeper gulped, and nodded. She had momentarily forgotten that Jaquline pretty much worshipped her father, and the smallest rude remark about her father could get you fatally injured.
It had happened before.
The inn-keeper walked hurriedly back into the inn.
Jaquline turned back toward the sea, hugging herself.
"Father, where are you? You come every month. It's been over a month. Almost a month and a half. I don't want to think 'worst case senario' but…" Her eyes welled up with tears.
"But you always keep your promises. You always visit!" Jaquline cried quietly.
The exaustment and hunger finally took it's toll on Jaquline. She collapsed on her back.
"You always visit…" She whispered as she slipped into darkness.
.X.Dream sequence.X.
Jaquline stood in an endless desert of stone.
"Where am I?" She asked herself.
She heard a gunshot behind her.
She whipped around, and saw a large ship. It seemed vaugely familiar to her…
She realized why the ship seemed so familiar to her.
It was her father's ship. She reconized the black sails that hung limply from the mast.
"Father!" She yelled.
It echoed around the stone desert.
A face popped over the railing of the ship.
It was blurry, but she knew who it was.
It wasn't just his face that was turning fuzzy. The outline of the ship was blurring too.
"No! Father!" Jaquline yelled, and tried to run toward her father's ship, but instead of getting closer, it got farther and farther away. Soon it was a teeny-tiny black speck on the horizon.
.X. EndDream sequence.X.
Jaquline woke up, very disorented.
That dream…It was of her father's ship. But where was it?
Where was she?
She looked around at the room she was in. It was very plain, very small, and smelled funny.
It was her room in the inn.
She got out of the bed, then sat down quickly.
The room seemed to rock when she stood up, and her head was hurting terribly.
She stood up again, swaying and tried not to fall over.
She staggered over to her dresser/mirror.
She grabbed the edges of the dresser to steady herself.
Jaquline couldn't believe what she was seeing in the mirror.
There was a reflection of a man, a few inches taller than her, with dark brown eyes and long, dark brown to black hair, which was mostly in braids and dreadlocks. His facial hair was in a goatee-type style; the beard was fashioned into two long braids. He wore several strands of beads in his hair, a single piece of eight draped over his red bandanna, a silver chain-link charm, and a reindeer shin bone needle. On the right side of his jaw was an open wound, reminiscent of a scrape.
Jaquline started to shake slightly. She raised her hand to her face.
The man in the mirror did the same.
Jaquline gulped.
The man smiled.
"Well Jackie, you do take after yer old man," He spoke with a slight slurr to his words, almost as if drunk.
"You will be reconized as my daughter now. I'll always be within you." He whispered.
Jaquline blinked, and she was suddenly staring at herself in the mirror.
She felt a prickling feeling on her left arm, just above the wrist. She rolled up her sleeve, and her heart seemed to skip a beat.
There, plain as the room she was in, was a tatoo identical to her father's.
She shook her head.
Was she going mad?
She swayed over to the door, and entered the hallway.
She (somehow) managed to make it downstairs without tripping from the entire place rocking like a boat.
"Jaquline! Are you ok?" The inn-keeper asked. From her point of view, Jaquline was the one rocking like a drunk.
"Hmm? Yes, I'm fine." Jaquline answered.
"Well, where are you going? You've been asleep for a full day."
"I'm just going for a walk. That's all." Jaquline said, and left.
The minute she stepped out of the inn, she had a very strong urge.
"I wonder where I can pick up a lot of rum…"
Well, like father like daughter.
Ok, I'll give you three guesses on who Jaquline's dad is. ;p
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