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.