I sat, staring grumpily at the floor of my cell. I couldn't believe Jack and I had gotten caught. We never got caught. And now that we did get caught, I was seriously pissed.
"How could you let this happen? This is all your fault! You're a worthless, lousy, excuse for a pirate and you deserve to be caught!" I yelled at Jack, who was in the cell next to mine.
Jack was used to this. When I was mad at anything, he could expect me to yell at him for it.
The pirates in the cell on the other side of mine, had long ago stopped trying to get my attention when I had thrown a bone at them in annoyance and crushed somebody's fingers.
"Do you think I wanted to get caught? This wasn't my choice, Blythe!" Jack yelled back at me. I had been yelling for the last hour and he was finally getting fed up with it. Just the thing I had been waiting for. I wasn't going to just sit here and yell at him for nothing, was I?
"Well, I blame you for getting caught. If you hadn't had to go off getting into fights with blacksmiths, then maybe we'd be on a ship right now, on our way to Tortuga, instead of awaiting trial for the gallows!"
"Than maybe you should have found us a better boat, one without holes, so that we wouldn't be stuck in this bloody place!"
"We wouldn't have to be using a rowboat if you hadn't let Barbossa take the Pearl!"
"I didn't let him have my ship! He took it from me!"
"You should have actually fought instead of running away like a coward!"
To that, Jack had nothing to say. He knew he could've fought harder for the Pearl instead leaving me, eleven at the time, to fight by myself. Of course, I couldn't take on Barbossa's whole crew myself and my only choice was surrender and let Barbosa take the ship, leaving me on an island with my brother who I had literally wanted to strangle at the time. The only reason I didn't strangle him in his sleep was because I knew he was my only escape of the island. Without him, I'd be stuck there until I died.
Suddenly, a cannonball burst through the wall of the pirates' cell next to mine. I rushed to the window and looked out upon the waters. I couldn't believe my eyes.
There, in the harbor, was the Black Pearl.
"Ohmigod," I breathed.
"It's the Pearl." Jack whispered.
I looked over at the now empty cell where the pirates had escaped. I whipped around to face Jack. "You figure out how to get us out of here!" I demanded.
He calmly held up his hand. "All in due time." he said.
Suddenly, two guards were thrown down the stairs, dead. There were shouts from above, and two pirates came running down the stairs. I recognized them from Barbossa's crew.
"Well," they said, "If it isn't Jack Sparrow and Little Sparrow."
I sneered at them. I hated that nickname.
"How did you manage to get off of that island?" one of them said.
"Turtles." Jack said.
What he didn't say was that using turtles had been my idea. He liked to take all the credit. While one of them was talking to Jack, the other one inched towards me. "Trapped in a cage, are you, Little Sparrow?" he taunted me.
I spit in his face.
He cursed and wiped his face. "You'd be quite a treat for the captain to see."
I had a feeling he meant that in more than one way. Because when I had tried to prevent Barbossa from taking the Pearl, I had really put up quite the fight, and given his arm a nasty cut. I'm surprised he didn't die from it. On the other hand, since the last time we'd seen each other, I had blossomed into quite the young woman.
"Too bad he won't be seeing me." I mocked.
The pirate gave me a nasty smile. He walked over to a spot where the dog that carried the cell keys had dropped them when it took off running. He unlocked my cell and opened the door. "I think he will be seeing you." he grinned.
Before he could grab me, I kneed him in the groin and elbowed him beneath the chin, snapping his head back. Before I could do anything else, though, the first pirate grabbed me. I struggled to get free, but he was much stronger than I was. I could see Jack trying reach the keys that fallen from the hands of the other pirate when I attacked him.
The pirate started carrying me up the stairs. "NO! PUT ME DOWN!" I screeched, struggling with all my might, pointless as it was.
"Hush now." he said, stroking my hair. He took out a knife from his pocket and cut my forearm. I noticed he made the same shape in the same spot as I had made on Barbossa.
I screamed.
I was losing blood and fast. My vision started going dark. I didn't have much strength left anymore.
I'd never been so helpless in my life.
