Chapter Nine: A Kidnapping


The rain lashed against the windows; it seemed to make them a grey sheet that seperated Evangeline Norrington from the rest of the world. Eve stood alone in the bedroom, her forehead tipped against the cool glass. She was waiting for James to return; she felt lonely.

Sighing, she went over to the bed and sat down on it, running her hands over the soft white sheets. Her body was tense; she was unsure why, but she had the feeling that something was going to happen.

She toyed with the necklace, smiling down at the pretty sword. It stood out vividly against the pale cream of her dress. This gown had been a present from the Governor; it was a stunning gown, with lace and pearls and a low neckline.

Boredom was taking over. She rose and went to the dressing table, lifting her brush and idly running it through the straight, shining hair that was already perfect and free from any tangles. She listened to the rain, and tried to feel peaceful, but her muscles were still tensed and her heart was slightly racing.

She jumped as she heard a knock at the front door. She heard the maid hurrying to answer it.

Wondering if it was James, Eve left the bedroom and went out into the passage which overlooked the main entrance. The young maid was standing by the open door, looking confused. There was nobody there.

"What is going on?" Eve asked.

"I don't know, Ma'am," the maid replied, closing the door. "But there's certainly nobody out there."

"Odd," Eve mused, watching the maid disappear back into the kitchen. Eve sighed, and turned back into the bedroom.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There was a man at the open window, a man with golden skin and long, dark hair plastered to his shoulders by the rain. He was grinning, and she saw golden teeth in his mouth. But it was his eyes that took her breath away; such vivid, deep brown eyes.

He was pointing a pistol at her.

She took in his strange attire, the three-cornered hat and tattoos. "You're a pirate," she breathed, momentarily struck by his appearance and feeling no fear.

"'Deed I am, luv," he replied brightly, "Captain Jack Sparrow, at yer service."

"Captain Jack Sparrow." This couldn't be happening to her. She knew she should feel scared, but she felt excitement. This was wrong. She wasn't the woman she should be. "I'm Evangeline- Eve."

"Nice ter meet you, luv," he chuckled, "but I'm afraid you're going ter have to come with me."

The first shock of fear struck her. "What? Why?"

"Because of yer necklace, luv- we might need you." He sighed and shook his head. Then he stepped forward, and she backed away. But he caught her hand gently and smiled. "I won't hurt you, luv- I promise, savvy?"

She stared into his eyes, and she trusted him. "Savvy," she murmured, hating herself. But then he gathered her up into his strong arms and she inhaled his scent, closing her eyes.

Then they were out in the rain, and he was climbing down the house, one arm supporting Eve. She was clinging to his neck, her face turned into his shoulder, and feeling a strange sort of peace. They got to the ground and Jack started walking quickly, still carrying her.

"Are you alright, luv?" he asked.

She looked up at him. "Fine," she said honestly. A thought occured to her. "Is this something to do with James? I've heard him speak of you."

Suddenly he put her on her feet, so quickly that she stumbled and had to grab onto his arm for support. He stared at the wedding ring on the hand grasping his forearm and groaned. "Yer not married to Norrington, luv? Bloody brilliant."

She was startled by his mood change, but he didn't say anything more, simply started walking back down towards the sea, firmly holding her hand. It was almost comforting to have his fingers wrapped around her own, but she knew that if she tried to escape he could turn nasty.

Though she wasn't really thinking about escape.


"Mother?" It was dark in the bedroom and Kuno stood by the door, suddenly reluctant to enter.

"Enter, Kuno," she replied from the darkness, her voice hoarse.

He walked over to the bed. His mother, looking smaller than ever, was propped up on the pillows. He gave her a gentle smile that she did not return. "How are you today, Mother?"

"Dying," she replied bitterly, closing her eyes. "Dying of a broken heart."

He sighed. "Mother... was I never enough to replace the love you lost?"

She did not reply, merely began singing under her breath. He had heard the song before; it was the song she and her Prince had danced to on their wedding day. Kuno's grandfather, the King of Dianita, had told him this. He watched her with tears welling up in his eyes.

"Mother, please," he begged, "I need you to listen to me. I'm going away."

She looked at him then, with burning brown eyes. "Going away? Going away like your father? I'll bet you never come back, Kuno! You'll leave Rosaline to my fate!"

Kuno balled his fists but fought to remain calm. "Mother, you don't even like Rosaline," he replied. "And I am coming back. I'm... I'm going to find my father."

"What?" Jia breathed, horror in her face. "Kuno, no, please. How can you find him?"

"I know of him. He's a pirate now, Mother- Captain Jack Sparrow."

She had heard the name before too; tears sparkled in her eyes. "No!" she gasped, cupping her mouth with her tiny hand. But then she was shrieking again. "Kuno, you traitor! He left me! He broke my heart! How can you go chasing after him, Kuno?"

Kuno had heard enough. "This isn't about you, Mother." Then he left.


Author's Notes
Ooo the drama. :) A nice long-ish chapter for you there. Thanks for the interest and keep reviewing!