Chapter 9: Just a little bloody confused
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The
two guards that held onto Jeremy threw him into one of the cells near
the bilge. A moment later, Will and Elizabeth were tossed into the
cell next to him. The two Turners ran to a small window in their
cell.
"God, I hope they don't hurt Emily," Will said,
staring out the window. "At least we know she's with
Jack."
"That's what scares me," Elizabeth mumbled.
Jeremy stood up and walked towards them.
"So… you're
Emily's parents?" he asked. Elizabeth nodded.
"Hello
Jeremy," she said with a small, friendly smile. "It's been so
long… 16 years, I believe… since I last saw you."
"How do
you know me?" he asked her.
"Jack is Will's best friend,"
she answered. "He was 'best man' in our wedding. Did your
father tell you we were your godparents?"
"Uh, no, actually,
he didn't."
"Well, we're responsible for you now, since
Jack isn't here," Will said. Jeremy nodded.
"Savvy," he
said to the couple.
Soon a man walked in and opened Jeremy's
cell.
"Ye're comin' wit me, boy," the man said as he
yanked Jeremy out and began pushing him up the stairs towards the
floor above them. The "boy" glanced at the Turners as they did
nothing but watch him.
"So much for your talk about being
responsible, Will," Elizabeth told her husband.
The
man threw Jeremy into a room with but a few candles lit, where a girl
his age sat in a big cushion chair. She wore a skanky,
darker-than-blood coloured dress and much black make-up, with her jet
black hair pulled up loosely atop her head, some strands falling
down. Jeremy stared, Emily wiped from his mind. She was a
beautiful girl, no matter how skanky she appears, he thought.
She rose from her seat and walked over to him. He gulped.
"Hello,"
she said. "I'm Charlotte."
"Jeremy," he replied.
"Jeremy Sparrow."
"Ah," she said. "Jack Sparrow's
son?"
"Aye… Captain Jack Sparrow," he corrected.
He stood still as she slowly walked around him, overlooking every
inch of him. She touched his arm, placing her hand on his
bicep.
"You're so muscular…" she told him with a misty
voice. She let go. "Do you have a girlfriend?"
"No, not
at the moment," he replied. "Why?"
She smiled. "Just
wondering…" She stood in front of him and looked up into his
eyes for a minute. He didn't move. She slowly began to inch her
face closer to his, until her lips touched his. She started kissing
him lightly until he responded by kissing her too. This is exactly
what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him
some tongue. He did the same, and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She started brushing her hands against his arms, when he slowly
pulled away. Emily's image had popped into his head.
"What's
wrong, Sparrow?" Charlotte asked him, her arms still around his
neck.
"Nothing… it's just that…" he mumbled.
"What…?"
she said as she began playing with his hair. She pushed her body up
against him, flirting big time. She started kissing him
again, and soon they were in the same place as before. One minute…
three minutes passed by, until the slut could bear the "just
kissing" no longer. She slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He
snapped out of the trance and backed away. Emily's sweet smile
flashed in his head. Why had he been kissing this… stranger? It
must have been lust, he thought.
"I… I can't," he
said. Charlotte went and sat down.
"Y'know, you're a lot
cuter than I thought you'd be," she said in a casual tone,
picking at her nails.
"What's that mean?" he asked, leaning
against the wall opposite of her seat.
"There had been a rumour
going around, saying that Jack Sparrow had a son. I heard it while
working at a pub in Tortuga."
"How old are
you?"
"Near 16."
"So you'd been a
waitress?"
"No."
"Then what'd you do?"
She
smiled. "It was a… different pub."
She's
definitely not a virgin, he thought, realizing what her job was.
Prostitute…
"Did
you say Tortuga?" he asked her.
"Aye," Charlotte responded.
"I was born and raised there. But then I got bored and wanted to
move. I never had any parents that I knew of. So then Cap'n Aubry
here heard my whining and let me come with 'im. I agreed, and
thanked him. I've been living here for… one and a half months
now. I don't really know where the captain's going, to tell you
the truth, but I don't care."
"Are you pagan too?"
"Pagan?
Me? No, I'd never want—"
But she was interrupted by a big
rocking motion from the boat, making Jeremy lose his balance and
nearly fall over.
"I have to see what's going on out there,"
Jeremy said as he began to walk out of the room.
"Wait! You
can't go up there without my supervision, or they'll just throw
you back in your cell," Charlotte responded.
The two walked up
to the deck and held onto the railing alongside the deck.
"Good
thing the Pearl's 'nigh unmatchable.'" Jeremy said to
himself.
"The Black Pearl? Your dad's cap'n of the Black
Pearl?" Charlotte asked him, suddenly acting friendlier.
"Aye,"
he answered casually. He was used to people asking him that.
"Put
up all the sails, every inch of canvas, on every inch of mast we
got!" Aubry yelled out to his crew.
"I think he's out to
kill me dad, what say you?" Jeremy asked his 'supervisor.'
"Dunno
why, but aye, I agree," she replied.
.on the black pearl.
"AnaMaria,
take over, love," Jack told his First Mate.
"Aye, Jack,"
she said, taking hold of the wheel. Jack and Diana walked into the
Captain's Quarters and sat down.
"Di, how could you do this
to me?" he asked her.
"Jack, I…I… it's just in my
nature, I guess," Diana answered.
"An' what do you mean by
that?"
She gave him a look that said, Come on, I know you're
not that stupid.
"Jack, you know what I
mean…"
"No, love, not really."
"Jack… when and
where did you meet 's at a pub, 17 years
ago."
"And why where you there?"
"For rum and, uhh…
well, more rum."
"And?"
"I 'needed' a girl to get
the pressure off o' me, so I, well… you can understand what I'm
trying to say…"
She blushed. "I know what your trying to
say."
And so the conversation continued.
Over
in the other room, a few doors down, Paul and Emily sat, and did
nothing but sit and look out the window.
"I hope Jeremy's
okay," Emily muttered.
"He's a bloody pirate, he'll be
alright," Paul said.
"I know, but… oh well. As long as he…
doesn't die or something, I guess I'll be, ummm, less
worrisome."
"Heh, I remember one time, yesterday I think,
Jeremy told me that you got drunk off of Jack's rum a few days ago.
He said that when he was laying you down on your bed, you started
saying, 'I love you kitty, bye bye.' He couldn't help but
laugh. He also said…"
"What did I say? Wait, never
mind. It's just shocking to me that I'd say that. I didn't
know one bottle of rum could do something like make me pass out. One
bottle!"
"When you said 'I love you kitty,' did you mean
it?"
"Umm…"
Suddenly AnaMaria yelled from the deck,
"Captain, we're catching on to the Bride!"
To
avoid her current situation with Paul, Emily ran up to the deck and
saw the Unfaithful Bride on the horizon.
"I bloody hope
he's okay," she whispered.
To all my reviewers and readers: I am so sorry that I didn't update this sooner, but I couldn't. I try as hard as I can, so …ya.
