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Jack reached Millie's cabin in a panic finding her sitting on her bed clutching her knees to her chest, and lightly rubbing her left arm with her right hand. She was resting her head on her knees while closing her eyes tightly, trying to think of something else in order to forget about the pain. Will stood beside her helplessly, wanting to reach out and comfort her, but afraid of the rejection that she had given him a few seconds before. He looked to Jack who was now standing in the doorway, a looks of worry spread across both of their faces.
The pirate captain walked quickly to Millie's bed, his normal, drunken, stagger somewhat lessened, as it always was whenever he moved quickly. Jack pushed Will violently to the side, clearing his path to Millie. Jack got down on his knees and looked up at Millie, her face still buried in her knees.
"Millie," he whispered kindly. She opened her eyes slowly and saw Jack's kohl-lined, honey eyes staring at her. Jack brought his finger to Millie's chin and lifted up her head lightly. The scar on her arm felt like it was burning still, and the feeling of a belt around her neck was loosening, and she was finding it easier to breathe.
"What'd he do?" Jack whispered so that only Millie could hear, and motioned his head towards Will who was standing there, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. Millie raised her eyebrow in confusion. Did Jack think that Will had done this to her?
"Nothin'…Jack…he din't do nothin," Millie said, loud enough for Will to hear.
"What? I didn't do that to her!" Will protested, while motioning his arm towards Millie on the bed.
"Guess yeh don't understand the concept of a whisper…" Jack muttered to himself quietly. "Then what happened?" he asked Millie.
Millie looked to Will uneasily, and Will exchanged a look of discomfort as well. He ruffled his wavy, brown hair nervously and fidgeted around a bit. Jack still had his eyes locked on Millie, waiting for an answer. Millie contemplated in her head whether or not she could tell Jack that they had been kissing and that when he touched her neck she had a vision of Captain Davies choking her, then slicing her arm with a sharp blade. Jack stared eagerly at Millie, wanting to know what it was that put her in such pain.
"I saw…him…" she whispered slowly. Jack and Will both leaned in as they weren't sure what they heard.
"Who? Saw who?" Jack asked.
"Davies," she said with all the strength she could muster. "I don't know why I saw 'im…it was kind of like…a dream…cept I was awake." Millie felt guilty about partially lying to Jack about how it had happened, but she couldn't let Jack know that it was almost as if Will touching her neck had triggered an old memory of Davies tormenting her. Being the child of Jack Sparrow definitely had its disadvantages in times like these.
"Ah," Jack said solemnly.
"An' my arm," she continued as she sat regularly on the bed and pressed her hand to her scar, "It started ta' burn, as if…he was cuttin' me again."
Jack put his hand over Millie's that was pressed against her skin. Millie looked into Jack's eyes, losing herself in the hope and kindness that Jack's eyes showed. She wondered how it was that Jack could take away all of her pain with a simple glance. She smiled slightly, and Jack pulled her up off the bed dramatically. He kept hold of her hand as they walked out of the cabin, Jack thinking that a little bit of fresh Caribbean air would leave Millie feeling better.
Will had relaxed now that it looked as though Millie was all right, but as Jack dragged Millie out of the cabin happily, Jack turned his head towards Will and shot him an incredibly evil glare. Jack's eyes seemed to pierce straight through Will's heart, and the young man didn't quite understand why Jack had tossed him such a wicked glance. Will shook his head lightly, trying to brush off Jack's look, hoping that it was just his imagination that it looked as though Jack hated him dearly.
In fact, Jack didn't exactly hate Will Turner, but was definitely on his way to be. Jack thought in his mind that whatever had just happened in Millie's cabin was Will's doings. He could see it in Millie's eyes that she was hiding something when she told him what had happened, but he couldn't place his finger on it.
"How long til we dock in Tortuga?" Millie asked as she leaned up against the side of the ship, staring out at the sun that was drooping in the sky towards the horizon.
"Two days, roughly," Jack replied while resting himself on the side of the ship beside Millie. His callused fingers danced along the ledge playfully as Millie's eyes wandered about the calm ocean. Will took a seat on the steps leading to the helm, thinking of the events of the day worriedly as Jack and Millie exchanged thoughts.
"Excited fer all th' rum, ay Cap'n?" Millie asked with a bright smile on her face.
"You 'ave no idea," he said in his jokingly serious tone, and Millie couldn't help but laugh.
In two days time, the Black Pearl had docked in the pirate town of Tortuga. It was dusk when the beautiful ship with black sails let down its gangplank and Captain Sparrow's crew followed him into the town. Every moment in Tortuga was like a party; everyone was drunk all of the time, so the pubs were always open to welcome its guests. Soon, news had gotten round to every pub and shop in Tortuga that the infamous Black Pearl had tied up at the docks, and every pub owner awaited the arrival of the huge crew nervously and impatiently. They hoped that all of the vicious stories of Captain Jack Sparrow weren't true, especially since some of them were mentioned to have slit all the throats of bartenders. Of course, that one wasn't true, but most of the stories were in fact accurate.
Captain Sparrow swaggered down the streets of Tortuga, Millie following close behind him, and Will walking next to her somewhat timidly. As the crew, huge in number, made its way through the streets, drunk pirates would either run away in fear or watch in disbelief. They had all heard different variations of how he had killed the fierce Captain Leonard Davies a few months before, and it caused some pirates to fear Sparrow more, or want to congratulate the rogue.
"I 'eard Sparra' was on the Flame when 'is crew blew it up, an' came back ta' life as a walkin' corpse!" slurred one pirate to another as he slurped his rum in a somewhat empty pub.
"No truth ta' that. Firs' 'e slaughtered Davies, then 'is own crew marooned 'im on an island, then came back mor' pow'rful than ever!" the other retorted and picked up a jug of rum from the bar.
Suddenly, the door to the pub burst open, and in came Captain Jack Sparrow in the flesh, not a walking corpse, but possibly more powerful than he had ever been. Some of the pirates got up from their seats and rushed to Jack in awe, thrusting their jugs of rum in his face as gratitude for killing their enemy, Davies. Millie was pushed aside in all of the commotion, and Will joined her at a table in an abandoned corner of the pub. She watched Jack as pirates that he had never acquainted with before offered him drinks.
"It's weird seein' 'im get so much attention," Millie said to Will as Jack took a seat among his worshippers.
"Weren't you in Tortuga with him before? Didn't he attract that much attention before?" Will asked.
"Well, I din't exactly getta chance ta' see 'im like this," she said with an odd look on her face, which Will couldn't exactly analyze.
"Erm…I'm goin' ta' go talk ta' 'im," Millie said and got up from the table, leaving Will alone until an unknown pirate with one leg sat in Millie's seat.
Millie squeezed through the reeking pirates, but instead of making her way towards Jack, she slipped out through the pub's entrance unnoticed.
She walked along one dirt street of Tortuga, looking around strangely. The moon was shining dully, so it was remotely dark on the streets. It was as if nothing had changed and she was still ten year old Millie, coming back from a pub right after sunset and making her way to her home by the sea. She felt her feet carry her past all the prostitutes trying to woo the drunken men, and behind one shop that sold old and rusted swords. Soon, she was making her way through the dense thicket of trees, her boots stepping on twigs and roots, their cracks echoing in the forest. She looked behind her shoulder and saw the buildings of Tortuga in the near distance, let out a relieving sigh, and kept walking.
The harbor of Tortuga was now visible, and the salty smell of the ocean was now stinging her nose. She weakened her pace, and peered through the trees. For a second, Millie began to panic. She couldn't see the small, one roomed hut, but then, as if on cue, it appeared before her eyes. It had been easily camouflaged since it was made of wood, and had blended in with the surrounding trees. Millie continued to walk forward, with every step taking an eternity.
The door to the shack was closed tight, but when she pushed it lightly, it creaked open. It took her but a few seconds to adjust to the feeble amount of light, but when her eyes were able to see more than two feet in front of her she stepped into her old home. She got the eeriest feeling as she looked around, as if she was stepping into a memory. Everything was in its place as she had left it, except for a few things scattered on the ground that she assumed had fallen down in storms. Then, she thought she saw something stir in an exceptionally dark corner, and took a step backwards, but tripped over a loose floorboard and fell to the ground with a sound loud enough to wake the dead. Whatever it was that was in the corner had risen from its slumber, and Millie stopped breathing and all her other movements. Maybe it couldn't see her if she kept extraordinarily still.
The sound of a sword being pulled out of a belt was heard, yet Millie was still motionless. The figure was moving closer towards Millie who was in an extremely vulnerable position on the ground, so she jumped up in a flash and unsheathed her sword. The figure's face wasn't visible, but Millie saw that she was wearing a dress.
"Who are you?" Millie whispered as the figure inched closer. In the pit of her stomach, Millie had a feeling that the figure was her mother.
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