Gosh! I'm so so so SORRY! I was so busy these few days and I got all these test and a speech and debate tournament this week so I don't have much time to write. I forgot to post up this new chapter and I was still trying to edit it so sorry if there are more grammar mistakes but it's a pretty lengthy chapter. Please read! Thanks for the reviews! Don't forget when your done reading please leave a review. I really appreciate and luv them:)
Christie awoke in an unfamiliar room, sleeping right next to an unknown man. She rapidly spun her head around to see her captor to find Jack Sparrow sleeping peacefully. He has such a handsome face… she stared at him dreamily. Her hand shot out feeling the smooth texture of his face. Wait! Why am I doing this? I loathe this man. He destroyed my life! Who cares what he looks and acts like? He's just an arrogant cruel man who kidnapped me. She argued mentally. Retrieving her hand, she slipped out of the bed before noticing that she wasn't on a ship but instead in a house. She swiftly walked to the heavy wooden door and pulled it open making a creaking sound. Her eyes widened in fear of waking him up.
Walking out the door, she slowly closed the door back and continued down the hall. Dead end… damn… she thought angry with herself for choosing the wrong way. She turned around to the opposite way and walked downstairs. Entering a room, she came face to face with a woman that looked of high status.
Shrieking scared of someone appearing right in her face, the woman hushed her.
"Sh!" she whispered quietly. "I don't think you want to wake up the late sleepers."
"Sorry. I just got a little scared." Christie said calming herself down. "Is this your house?"
"Yes, it is. My name's Elizabeth Swann by the way. You must be Jack's friend." She replied while sticking out her hand in greeting.
"Pleasure. I'm Captain Christie Stiles." She said while putting her trust into Elizabeth. "And I wouldn't really consider myself as Jack's so called 'friend'."
"Oh. Will and Jack told me so. I remember last night, Jack brought you here unconscious." Elizabeth recalled.
Christie just stared at her in disbelief at their lie. "I'm not Jack's friend! He's so rude I wouldn't even want to be his friend even if he paid me to!" She almost shouted, flustered. Elizabeth just stared at her saucy outburst, mouth agape. "I mean…" she started as her cheeks hinted a light shade of red. "Sorry…"
"It's alright. I used to think of Jack that way when I met him." Elizabeth chuckled at her flush.
"The truth is that Jack is holding me hostage." She recovered from embarrassment.
"What!" Elizabeth shouted in shock and covered her mouth realizing she screamed a little too loud.
"Maybe we should go outside and talk and let the lazy sleepers sleep." Christie laughed quietly.
"I was about to say that." Elizabeth laughed along while walking out the front door with Christie. "How about we do some shopping and chat it over?" she suggested trying to be friendly.
"Of course, I might need some new clothes." Christie replied starring down at her bloody old navy uniform.
"I might have a dress that would fit you." Elizabeth responded.
"I prefer breeches. I'm not very girly." Christie briefly answered.
"Oh… okay." Elizabeth laughed. "Follow me." She said leading Christie to her room. "I hope these fit." Elizabeth said holding out a shirt and breeches. "You can change right behind that screen."
"Thank you." Christie smiled and took the clothes to go change behind the screen. Changing out of her soiled clothes; she put on the clean ones, disposing the rotten clothes.
They both walked out of the house, heading for the markets in the middle of the town.
"Can you keep a secret?" she asked wishing Elizabeth would say yes so she could have someone to share a little about her life.
"I promise I won't tell anyone." Elizabeth guaranteed while nodding her head.
"Good!" Christie clapped her hands cheerfully. "The truth is that I'm a pirate."
"You are?" Elizabeth asked as her eyes lit up with excitement. "Tell me what's it like!" she squealed happily.
"There's not much to it. I mostly love how free I get to be. The wind blowing in my hair… the freedom to it." Christie said with passion as if she were in a trance.
"You sound a lot like Jack." Elizabeth grinned as she thought of becoming matchmaker.
Christie glanced at Elizabeth feeling that she was hiding something. "What's with the grin?" she questioned suspiciously.
"Oh nothing." Elizabeth replied still having that silly grin on her face. "Tell me about your ship." She asked while looking at Christie to see her response.
Christie's face drained its color as she stopped walking causing Elizabeth to halt also. Immediately Elizabeth knew she hit a sore spot and thought she should have kept her mouth shut.
"If you don't want to talk about it, it's fine." Elizabeth said trying to return their peaceful conversation.
"No… it's alright." Christie answered back stiffly. "If you really want to know the truth, here goes. Jack decidedly came along out of nowhere. My crew and I were sailing in so called 'his territory'. He thought it was fine to kill all of my crew, leaving me the only survivor and took me hostage. After that, he blew up my ship sending it down to Davy Jones' Locker."
Elizabeth's jaw dropped, recognizing that her dear William and friend Jack lied to her.
"I know. Astounding isn't it?" Christie asked sarcastically.
"But Will would never lie like that!" Elizabeth defended her soon to be husband.
"Apparently he did, along with Jack." Christie said.
"Jack is Jack but Will would never do such a thing!" she argued trying to deny the truth. "I don't think he would… would he?" she asked now in thought.
"I bet he just wanted to help his mate, Jack." Christie said trying to calm Elizabeth down.
"Of course. Jack always causes trouble." Elizabeth agreed shaking off the thought.
"When doesn't he not cause any trouble?" Christie snorted annoyed of the thought of Jack causing Elizabeth to laugh. She started walking again along with Elizabeth, entering a small dress shop.
"Do you wear dresses?" Elizabeth asked.
"Not often. Maybe once or twice a year but no…" Christie replied.
"Hmm… I bet a deep maroon red would look magnificent on you!" Elizabeth said while studying her.
"But what for?" Christie whined not wanting to wear a dress.
"Uh… for fun!" Elizabeth lied trying to cover up her little plan that just formulated in her mind.
"Such as?" Christie asked feeling something was out of place.
"I bet a dress looks pretty on you. You should wear them more often." Elizabeth urged.
"Okay…" Christie sighed in loss knowing that Elizabeth would keep bugging her if she won't. "Only two dresses."
Elizabeth looked through the racks searching for dresses for Christie and herself. Pulling eight dresses out of the rack, handing five to Christie and keeping the other three for herself. "Try those on." She demanded while pushing her to the lady at the front counter.
"The dressing room is here. Follow me." The lady said walking to the back of the room and showing a dressing screen. "Let me know if they fit alright." The lady continued before walking off.
Christie watched the woman return back to her place before going behind the dressing screen trying on all the dresses. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she found that red did go good with her. Guess Elizabeth is right she smiled to herself. Changing back to her men's attire, she grabbed the dresses and walked out of the room.
"How did they work?" Elizabeth jumped up from her position.
"They all fit." Christie said holding up they dresses.
"Then we'll take them all!" Elizabeth bellowed in a loud tone.
"Actually, I believe only two?" Christie tried to say but Elizabeth ignored her. "It was two!" she shouted causing Elizabeth to look back at her.
"Fine! Make it three!" she tried to force Christie to get more dresses.
"Ugh… Fine." Christie gave in again and put the light blue dress and the yellow dress back onto the clothes rack.
"Do you want these shoes to go with the dresses?" the lady asked coming into the room holding out two pairs of high-heeled shoes. One was a deep maroon matching her red dress and a black one to match the others. "Only cost you five more shillings."
"Add it in." Christie said beating Elizabeth to it. Handing the coins to the lady for both Elizabeth's and her dresses, she received the dresses and shoes packed up neatly in boxes.
"I was supposed to pay." Elizabeth pouted disappointed.
"No it's alright! I insist that I pay." Christie smirked while walking out the door with the boxes that almost blocked her front view. Heading back to Elizabeth's house, both of them chatted about Elizabeth's upcoming wedding.
"I know this is a little late, but could you possibly be my maid of honor?" Elizabeth asked meekly.
"Of course." Christie said all too fast without thinking about it.
"Great! I have to buy you a dress!" Elizabeth smiled at her sly idea.
"Wait… You planned that out didn't you?" she asked annoyed.
"Maybe…" Elizabeth grinned.
"Fine! You can buy me the dress but I will pay you back." Christie giggled.
"No, no! I pay for the dress." Elizabeth giggled along with her. Walking into the house, they deposited the items on the floor so the maids could bring them up later.
Both Christie and Elizabeth were still giggling as they entered the kitchen.
"Ello, luvs." Jack said from the chair, his legs propped up on the table, crossed at his ankles. He was wondering why they were giggling.
Christie's smile dropped into a frown. "Hello." She replied dully but not trying to show rudeness in front of her new friend Elizabeth.
"Jack. May I have a word with you?" Elizabeth said breaking the silent tension from Christie and Jack.
"Of course." Jack replied. "Go 'head." He nodded for her to proceed still sitting there.
"I'll leave." Christie said quietly to escape. Walking hurriedly out of the room, she headed to the entrance room. "Excuse me!" she flagged down the maid.
"Yes?" the maid huffed with insolence.
"Do you mind to tell me where the garden is?" Christie asked as politely as she could although she knew the maid was rude.
"It's that way." The maid replied rudely while pointing her finger in the direction.
Watching the maid walk away, Christie gave her a glare at the back of her head. She continued on her way outside and into the garden for some fresh air to sort out her thoughts.
"Did you really take Christie as a hostage?" Elizabeth asked in a hushed tone.
"Who told ye tha'?" Jack questioned her.
"Answer the question Jack." She demanded.
"Alright. I confess… I took her hostage to make her forgive me for destroying her ship." Jack admitted.
"Then why don't you apologize?" Elizabeth asked.
"I've tried." Jack sighed hopelessly.
"You could've let her go." She offered him help, which left him stumped on why he didn't.
"Elizabeth?" Will walked into the room and smiles when he spots her. "Good morning." He greeted her and hugged her from behind.
"You mean good afternoon, sleepy." She smiled back at him.
Jack felt out of place and lowered his tired eyes to the ground. Why couldn't I be like that? Ye'll turn soft and yer a pirate. Bloody 'ell. Go away. Jack fought with himself.
"Jack!" both Elizabeth and Will shouted breaking his thoughts.
"Wha'?" he looked around in confusion.
"We just wanted to say that you will escort Christie at our wedding." Will informed him.
"Fine with me as long as she doesn't act like tha feisty wench tha' she is." Jack grinned at the thought of her.
"Don't be so harsh on her. I know you've taken a fancy to her, you don't have to deny it." Elizabeth smirked as his grin was immediately wiped off his face.
"No I don't." Jack replied annoyed.
"Of course you do! That's why you never let her go!" Elizabeth laughed at his priceless face.
"No… I don't." Jack firmly stated.
"You'll recognize it sooner or later. Don't be ashamed of who you fancy." Elizabeth replied walking out the room with Will.
"I'm not denying it!" Jack shouted at them. "Am I?" he mumbled to himself. "Nah. I not." he hopped out of his seat and decided to go bother Christie.
"Hello. I don't believe we met." A man wearing a grayish wig said walking up to Christie. "I'm Governor Swann and you are?"
"Oh… hello. I'm Christie." She answered not telling the rest of her name. "You must be Elizabeth's father… Am I right?"
"Of course." He answered cheerfully. "So what brings you in Port Royal on such a lovely day?"
"Well… uh…" she stumbled on her words. "I'm… uh…William's distant cousin's cousin auntie's sister's niece. I'm just here for the wedding."
"Oh! Why of course!" Elizabeth's father said as if he was suffering from memory loss. "Pleasure to meet you!" he said grabbing her hand and patting it with his other and let go afterwards. "I hope you enjoy your stay in Port Royal. I bet you would really fancy seeing Commodore Norrington except he is out sailing in the seas on the search for Jack Sparrow. He really is a fine gentleman. It would be such a shame to miss a chance to see him." He said tried to get her interested in the Commodore.
Christie nodded her head not really agreeing but just to make him happy.
"Well, I've got to get going. I have to speak to my daughter of course." Mr. Swann said and quickly walked off to the house. "Good day, Miss Christie."
"Good day!" Christie replied waving her hand to him. Sitting down on the bench she sighed in relief that the old man believed her. She didn't even look like William Turner, not a slight feature.
"William's distant cousin's cousin auntie's sister's niece?" a suave voice asked.
Turn her head to the side to look where the smooth voice came from, she spotted Jack Sparrow leaning against the tree, legs crossed at the ankles, a handsome smirk spread across his face as if something was amusing to him.
"Do you find something amusing?" she asked calmly but couldn't help but feel an attraction for him as also a passion of hatred.
"Very." He answered as his grin grew.
"I hope you know that I'm not going to talk to you." She said keeping her cool.
"Ye are talking right now." Jack smiled thinking he would win this little game of theirs. She turned her head not answering and stared blankly ahead of her. He stood up and walked right in front of her blocking her view. "Feisty wench." He mocked but she made no noise of protest or of angriness. She stood up wordlessly and walked away from him.
"Come on, luv." Jack whined following her as if he was a lost puppy. She ignored him and walked inside of the house, Jack trailing behind. Walking upstairs, she went inside of the room from she had woken up in the morning.
Just noticing, she took realization that she walked herself right into a trap. She spun on her heels to face Jack locking the door, leaving them both inside the room. "Talk, luv or I'll make ye talk." He smiled seductively.
Her eyes were wide as saucers in fear of what he was going to do. Her heart was beating ten times faster than her usual rate. A loud thump, thump was heard inside of her. She backed up against the wall, her hands pressed flat.
Jack walked up to her and stood one inch away, his breathe lightly puffing on her face making her lose her focus. "Talk." He repeated again but in a softer voice.
Her eyes lowered to his lips, watching them moving in a hypnotizing manner. Jack spotted her glance at his lips and smirked. Leaning in closer, his lips barely touched her and suddenly pulled away as fast as he could. A small noise of protest escaped through her lips causing Jack to grin. "Can't resist can ye, luv?" Jack teased.
"Or is it you who can't resist me?" she asked breaking her silence.
"So ye are talking now?" Jack jeered.
"But… You can't resist me." She purred back with emphasis on every single word. "That's why you have to follow every move I make. To be there exactly when I'm there. To keep me on your ship, not letting me go free."
Jack felt cornered as she used facts against him, which caused his mind to fight him saying he taken a fancy to her. He stepped closer to her, closing the gaps, his body against hers. She was tantalizing him, making him want her more, a feeling he just took notice of. His lips hovered over hers, almost touching but not quite.
"Christie? Jack? Are you both in there?" a voice questioned while knocking lightly on the door breaking the serenity.
"Yes!" Christie shouted back. She ran to the door leaving Jack standing there with his eyes closed muttering heated curses to himself. She unlocked the door to find Elizabeth standing there with a questioning look.
"I was going to tell you that Jack will be escorting you for my wedding incase he didn't tell you. Which is two days from now." Elizabeth smiled.
"WHAT!" Christie shouted feeling irate. "But… But… but he's…" she stuttered on her words.
"Don't worry!" Elizabeth said smirking at her ingenious plan. "He'll take good care of you." She laughed and walked away.
"No! Come back!" Christie begged. "Why him?" she whispered sadly.
"Tell me, luv, don't ye want ta spend more time with ol' Jack." Jack smiled and pushed the door shut, leaning on it.
"No." she answered crossing her arms against her chest.
"I know ye luv me." Jack grinned. "It's because ye deny it ta yer self. As always, temptation will bring ye ta my side."
"Don't be so sure of yourself." Christie replied back shoving him off the door.
"Tha' wasn't very nice." He mocked as a fake pout spread across his face.
"Whatever…" Christie mumbled and walked outside slamming the door behind her. "Elizabeth?" she asked unsure of where Elizabeth went. She slowly walked down the stairs to find an empty entrance way. Creeping slowly into the kitchen, it also was empty. "Elizabeth?" she asked again. Something poked the side of her shoulder causing her to spin around and shriek. "You almost gave me a fright there." She sighed in relief.
"I forgot to tell you something." Elizabeth said urgently.
"What?" Christie asked a little annoyed. "Please tell me it doesn't deal with Jack."
"There is a banquet at my father's house tonight and he wanted to invite you since you are William's relative." Elizabeth laughed at the last two words.
Christie giggled and answered, "I needed to find some way out."
"I should help you prepare! You have to wear a dress and all." Elizabeth grinned and pushed Christie out of the room and upstairs. "By the way, your dress is in my room. The maids possibly thought it was mine."
"Oh." Christie just said.
"I bet the maroon dress I picked out for you works just fine." Elizabeth said. "I almost forgot again! Commodore Norrington made it back from his trip. My father said he ran into Jack and some other few details. The commodore said he met this wonderful woman that he fancied the moment he saw her but Jack kidnapped her." She continued. "You happen to know someone named Kristen Sparrows aboard the Pearl?"
Christie burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. "I lied to Norrington." She said while recovering from her spasmodic outburst. "I used a little teensy part of Jack's last name to hide my real identity." Elizabeth just nodded her head not understanding. "Wait… what if he sees me and recognizes me! Then they would find out I'm a pirate…"
"Calm down. Just make up a lie like you do. Say that you jumped overboard the Pearl and swam to Port Royal." Elizabeth suggested trying to help.
"That's a great idea!" Christie clapped her hands.
"Here's the bodice." Elizabeth replied holding out the clothes. "You might need help with the lacings. I'll call for the maid because I have to get dressed too." She said leaving the room to find the maid.
Christie slipped out of her clothes and put on the bodice. She waited there as a maid came in to help with the lacings. Recognizing the maid as the rude one, she hoped that the maid wouldn't sabotage her. The corset was put on her, tightened, as if they were smashing her rib cages. Taking small breaths, she finally got a glimpse at herself in the mirror. The maid curled her hair into ringlets, putting some hair into a bun, and leaving a few ringlets dangling. Once the maid left, she relaxed a little but not much because of the cutting circulation caused from the corset. Slipping on the shoes, she walked out of the room, and into the hallway.
She took dainty steps down the stairs with a graceful walk.
Jack stood at the bottom of the stairs and watched Christie walk with an elegant flow. He gulped nervously hoping he would be himself. Pull it together ol' Jack. It's just tha feisty wench. A little voice reprimanded him.
"Ye look lovely, luv." Jack smirked masking his thoughts.
"Jack?" she asked confused staring at Jack's new attire.
"Tha one and only." Jack mock-bowed.
"I've see you know that Jack will be escorting you tonight at the banquet." Will smiled at Christie.
"Of course." Christie lied smoothly.
"You two can leave without us. I'm waiting for Elizabeth… We have to close up a few things before we leave. We'll meet up later." Will said pushing them out the door. "The carriage is right there." He pointed straight ahead. He ran back inside leaving Christie and Jack standing there.
Jack offered his arm, which Christie took unhappily, slowly escorting her to the carriage. "Ladies first." Jack fake-bowed again opening the door to the carriage.
Christie ignored what she thought was his cocky attitude and climbed into the carriage. Jack climbed in after her sitting across from her.
The carriage started to move slowly as the horses picked up their pace. Christie stared at Jack from the corner of her eye, taking in his full semblance.
Jack felt something staring at him so her turned his head to see Christie staring at him. Winking at her, making her turn her head away, cheeks slightly pink.
The ride was quiet and all was heard was the clicking of the horses' hooves. Finally, the carriage stopped as the driver opened the door for them.
Christie slowly climbed out and waited for Jack. Jack jumped out of the carriage and took her arm in his.
They both walked to the door of the governor's mansion, to stop and talk to the governor.
"Mr. Swann. I'd like to thank you for inviting me. I decided to bring one of my friends along, Thomas Smith." She lied.
"Glad you could make it Miss Christie. Pleasure to meet you Mr. Smith." Mr. Swann said. "Go inside and enjoy yourselves."
Christie and Jack walked inside blending in with the crowd.
Christie scanned the room and spotted her target, James Norrington. "You can go off now, Jack." She whispered and tried to pull away but Jack kept a firm grip on her.
"Not so fast, luv." Jack smirked at her pouting face. "I think I'll keep you right here."
"Please." She begged desperately and finally saw Norrington look at her. "The commodore spotted us." She hissed quietly as Norrington walked closer.
"Miss Sparrows." Norrington greeted which made Jack start fake coughing. "And you are?" Norrington asked jealous.
"Thomas Smith." Jack feigned clearing his throat. "This is my fiancée." Jack lied trying to say Christie was his, which made Christie glare at Jack for such an outrageous outburst.
"Have I met you before, you look familiar." Norrington said speculating Jack.
"No." Jack falsely said in response.
"Well good day to you both. I expect you should have a great time." Norrington said disappointedly and walked away before his face could turn red because he liked Christie.
"Sparrows?" Jack laughed at her.
"Fiancée?" Christie snapped angrily back at him. "I just used that name to get out of trouble."
"Or maybe it is because ye can't stop thinking about me." Jack grinned facing her fully.
"You are repulsive!" Christie cried out in fake disgust. "How could you even think of that?"
"No woman can resist me charms." Jack chuckled at her angry face.
"If anything, it should be the other way around. You can't stop thinking about me so you had to think of fiancée to lie that I was yours." Christie argued back.
"Not-uh!" Jack retorted covering up. "I was just making it seem more reasonable."
"You could have been my brother!" Christie shot back.
"Well… uh… I wasn't thinking of tha'." Jack fibbed.
"Sure-," Christie started but was interrupted.
"Dinner will be served shortly in the dining room." A butler shouted among the noise quieting the flamboyant guests before walking away back to his other duties.
Christie walked away but not before Jack could grab her arm. Jack smirked at how he was annoying her to no point and pulled her to the dining room. He pulled out her chair for her allowing her to sit down.
Christie sat down and watched Norrington sit across from her and Jack sit to the left of her. This is going to be one devious and troublesome night Christie thought and sighed hoping that it would turn out to be fine.
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