They Day They Tried to Kill Captain Jack Sparrow

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That night was a dark and stormy night, the wind howled and the thunder roared, making sleep a competition to find. The next morning I awoke bright and early, with a few hours of sleep on my belt.

The storm was gone and the sun shined brightly in the shy, making it once again a beautiful day. After hours of thinking about how I would burst Jack out of jail I decided to go with the old fashioned plan. Elizabeth and Jewel were still asleep as I grabbed my sword and was out the door. I walked slowly to the fort as the wind blew wildly and I could smell the scent the oceans breeze in it.

When I arrived at the fort I noticed there were no guards in sight. "Luck is on my side," I whispered to myself as I made my way down to the jail cell where I found Jack lying on the ground unconscious.

"Jack, JACK WAKE UP!" I yelled. Suddenly, ten guards came running up to me, guns pointed.

"Well well well... Why if it isn't Mr. Turner... You've finally come, I have been expecting you," Norrington said laughing evilly as he threw me into the jail cell next to Jack's.


Chapter Three: "Cruel and Unusual Punishment"

WARNING: Jack's is tortured, so if you don't want to read about Jack's bloody torture scene then turn back now. Don't worry there's no rape, just a bad beating.

"JACK... Jack, PLEASE wake up!" I begged as Jack began to stir on the cold, tile floor. I looked down at my fallen friend and noticed his hair was coated with fresh and old blood that slowly drained from an open gash running along the brim of his forehead. I took noticed the odd shape Jack's left arm was in and how he huddled it close to his stomach, signifying that it was dislocated. "Jack, can you hear me, are you alright? Speak to me."

"Aye Mate, I've been better and I've been worse... Wait a second, is that ye Will?" Jack asked his eyes starting to flutter open.

"Yes," I answered coming up to the bars.

"What the bloody hell are ye doing' here?" Jack asked perplexity in his voice as he rubbed his temples.

"I've come to save you, but unfortunately I walked straight into a trap... Bloody Norington," I hissed my fist making contact with the bars.

"How did ye know I was here?" Jack questioned.

"Well-" I began but was cut off when Norrington walked down the stairs and up to the bars.

"Why if it isn't me favorite person in the whole Caribbean," Jack said in an overly sarcastic tone.

"Shut up Sparrow! I've come to inform you, Governor Swann and I have some ill-fated business to take care of overseas. We will be absent for a few days... Unfortunately for you, when we return you have a date with the gallows," Norrington said giving Jack a half-hearted smile.

"What about me," I asked my voice trembling as I feared my fate would be the same as my friends.

"You will be set free after Sparrow is dead," Norrington replied before departing and vanishing up the stairs.

"Ye will be set free after Sparrow is dead," Jack mocked in a high pitched voice.

About an hour after our confrontation with Norington, five guards gradually walked down the stairs, each one caring a weapon in their hands. The biggest of the five men, carried a pipe and banged it across the bars as he unlocked and walked into Jack cage. The other four men followed him like a pack of wolves as they circled their pray. "Well well well... if it isn't the infamous Captain Jack Sparrow," said the leader of the pack.

"Trenton," Jack snapped glaring at him coldly.

"Oooo... If only looks could kill... Didn't you miss me Jack?" Trenton asked as he made a sad, droopy face.

"Not really."

"Oh Jack that rips my heart in two... Murderer!" Trenton spat.

'What? Jack wasn't a murderer, was he? ... No this Trenton fellow has the wrong man.'

"So yer the one who posted that warrant for me... Listen, Fort Ville was not me fault. Me crew and I had no control over the wind as it sent those flames racing through yer village like a plague."

"What the hell are you talking about? You locked the villagers in their homes as the flames took the role of the Grim Ripper and sliced their lives in half," Trenton said placing a swift, hard kick to Jacks stomach.

"That's a lie!" Jack coughed.

"What was the profit in it for you, Jack? Regrettably I was absent on business, but you see these four men behind, they were the only survivors and more than happy to tell me about your little massacre... Did your actions make you feel better; can you sleep better at night knowing you murdered an entire village of men, woman and children?" Trenton growled before placing another powerful blow to Jacks delicate stomach.

"I don't know what yer lackeys told ye, but the villagers huddled in their homes because they were afraid of me and me crew. The only reason I was at yer village was to pillage and plunder; I had no desire to slaughter those innocent people. Trust me, we tried everything and anything to stop the flames and to get those villagers out of their houses, but the flames were just too powerful and fast to stop. I'm haunted day and night by the faces and screams of those villagers as they live deep within me brain," Jack said never taking his sad, sorrow eyes away from Trenton.

"Shut up murderer!!!" Trenton barked taking his pipe and hitting Jack across the face, sending Jack to the cold, stone floor.

"Ye've got me all wrong. What happened fifteen years ago was an accident, a mistake. Nobody was intended to be hurt or killed. So why don't ye let the past be past and move on with yer filthy life... I have."

"You think that will bring my family back... I don't think so! I've been hunting you for fifteen years and now I'll finally get my revenge," Trenton hissed snapping his fingers, signaling the men to circle around Jack, weapons in hand ready to strike. "Now it's your turn to suffer."

The first man came for Jack with metal rings on his fingers. The first move he mad was a vicious attack to Jacks abdomen, Jack gave a small hiss as he fell to one knee. Jack glared up at the man as he rose to his feet, no sign of fear in his eyes. The man snorted at Jack before he delivered a powerful upper-cut to Jacks chin, fracturing the bones in the process. The force of the blow sent Jack flying into the wall behind him. The man gave a heartless laugh as he took his place back in line.

The next man stepped out carrying a small dagger in hand, "I hope you enjoy this!" Two burley men grabbed Jack from behind, sustaining him. He took the knife slicing Jack across the left cheek, causing a deep wound in its wake. The blood flowed down Jack's cheek as he readied himself for the next assault. The next attack was a long and jagged cut along Jack's right bicep, blood running rivers down his arm.

""Shamus, take it easy, I don't want him dead yet, I'm far from finished with him," Trenton ordered.

The man called Shamus nodded and continued his torture on Jack. The next five cuts were to Jack's abdomen. Thankfully these cuts were not as deep, but they still drained Jack more of the blood required to man to survive. Shamus applied ten small cuts to Jack's arms and legs identical to the cuts on Jack's abdomen. Once satisfied with the many cuts mapping along Jack's beaten body, Shamus and the two burley men stepped out, as Trenton once again walked up to Jack.

"So Jack, how does it feel to be the prey?" Trenton snapped bringing his metal pipe down upon Jacks dislocated arm. "What's the matter Jack…? Is it too painful to talk?" This time Trenton took the pipe and struck Jack hard in his bleeding right side, cracking a few ribs in the process. Jack didn't so much as utter a sound as his ribs cracked in two, he stood his ground like a true man. "I will break you; I will make you scream... Your suffering will bring me great bliss," Trenton smirked as he swung the pipe, knocking Jack's feet out from underneath him.

Jack laid helplessly on the ground as Trenton repentantly struck him over and over again. Trenton took his frustration out on Jack as if he were a punching bag, not stopping until there wasn't an inch of Jack's battered body coated with blood. "Not so tough now are you Sparrow." Trenton laughed. The next sight I saw sent a shiver down my spine.

Jack with all his strength rose to his feet and punched Trenton across the face sending him staggering backwards. Trenton began to shake with fury as his broken nose began to bleed uncontrollably. "Boys, tie him up... Sparrow is about to feel real pain," Trenton snapped as the blood began to ooze through his fingers as he held his broken nose.

Two men vigorously grabbed Jack and shackled his hands to a pole above his head, as Trenton took out a leather whip. 'A whip, they plan on whipping Jack,' I thought as my stomach began to twist and turn for the pain my best friend was about to receive. "Acrid, will you do the honors," Trenton said throwing the whip to his apprentice. I gasped as Acrid cracked the whip, ready to strike its victim.

"Fifteen lashes... Begin."

Acrid smirked morbidly as he slashed Jack across his back leaving a trail of blood in its wake. Jack bit down hard on his lip in an attempt to keep from crying out, taking in a deep breath as the whip once again pierced his soft, delegate shin. A single tear slid down my cheek and I turned around as Acrid continued to whip Jack over and over.

I stood there frozen in time as the cracking of the whip echoed in the confines of the small jail, sending shivers down my spine each time Acrid stuck Jack. 'This can't be happening... Jack is being beaten to death right in front of my very eyes, and there's nothing I can do... I've never felt so helpless in my entire life,' I thought as a morbid scream escaped from Jack's lips.

"STOP... STOP THIS NOW," I yelled turning around as Acrid stopped the whip in midair and looked at me melancholically. My mouth dropped open as I glanced across the bars at Jack; his entire body, his once white t-shirt, and the ground below him was coated with thick blood. Despite the amount of blood and the beating he was taking Jack stood up in his shackles with strength and pride. "LEAVE HIM ALONE, YOU BASTARDS!" I yelled furiously.

"Sparrow has three lashes left. I suggest you shut your trap until we're finished or you'll be next," Trenton snarled from his spot in the corner where he watched in amusement at the beating being performed.

"No... I will not stand here and let you beat my best friend to death," I snapped as Trenton pulled out his dagger and walked over to me. 'Oh crap.'

"If ye touch one hair on his head I'll make sure ye can't have children," Jack threatened weakly. Trenton stopped square in his tracks, turned around and walked back over to Jack.

"What did you just say?" Trenton growled.

"Ye heard me."

"You are in no position to make threats."

"I just did!" Jack snapped spiting a mouthful of blood in Trenton's face..

"I'm going to shut you up for good," Trenton said plunging his dagger through Jack's gut.

"NOOOOO!" I screamed as Jack's head fell forward.

"Cut him down." Trenton ordered. The guards did as they were told and cut Jack down, his lifeless body hitting the ground with a thud. "I'll deal with you tomorrow." And with that they disappeared.

"Jack," I sobbed looking at his battered, bloody body. "You can't die... You can't leave us!"


DUN DUN DUN (Sorry I just had to put that in.)

Author's Note: Thank you so much everyone for reviewing my story. It really brightened my day to see you all liked my story... I'm sorry this chapter is so cruel to Jack... Will Jack survive? What will happen to Will? How will they both escape? Will anyone save them? Ok that's enough... Find out on the next exciting episode of The Day They Tried to Kill Captain Jack Sparrow. Next episode "Escape"