Disclaimer: I don't own POTC
I'm sorry if anybody seems out of character. This is my first fic, and I'm having a bit of trouble making the story come out the way I want. You know what I mean? Well, on with the story!
Yardarm made her way through Tortuga. Coming to The Faithful Bride, she hesitated, and then went in. Surprisingly, it was nearly empty. She waved at Philip, then went and found Jack. He was sitting at a table, drinking rum with his back turned to her. He hadn't been there long, so he wasn't drunk. Yardarm thanked her lucky stars. This would make it so much easier.
"Jack?"
"No, I don't need any more members for my crew. So be on your way, lad."
"No Jack, it's me. And I've come to say I'm sorry."
"Yardarm! I thought you had abandoned me, for good. Come here, I want to show you something!"
Yardarm willingly followed until Jack stopped on the moonlit docks. He turned and pointed out to the open sea.
"Look at that luv, freedom."
Yardarm gasped, "Oh Jack, it's beautiful!" It was true. The way the moon shone upon the water made it look like it sparkled.
"Luv," Jack was clearly uncomfortable "Will you marry me?"
Yardarm began to cry, and Jack hugged her.
"Jack, I stopped loving you a long time ago. I still love you, but it's as if you are my brother. I don't have that kind of love for you anymore."
Jack looked away. He hadn't really expected her to accept his proposal (although he had hoped she would), but it led up to the subject he wanted to talk with her about.
"Yardarm, what do you think about Beckett?"
Yardarm stiffened. Jack could tell this would be hard. Elizabeth had asked him to find out her feelings for Beckett, but it wasn't going to be easy.
"Well, he's nice, and he freed me from jail. And… and… and…" She couldn't think of anything else.
"Is that it?"
"Yes… Oh! And he said he loved me."
This would be the tricky part, thought Jack.
"Do you… um, love him back?"
Yardarm tore herself from his arms and looked him straight in the eye. Slapping him hard, she yelled at him.
"Jack Sparrow, that is none of your business. Now just leave me alone." Tears streaming down her face, she ran off. Jack reached up and put his hand where she had slapped him. He still loved her, and he knew that she loved Beckett. He would have to win her over. Again. Watching her run off, he saw several men grab her and knock her out cold. The men started running away with her, towards the ship at the end of the dock. There was something odd with the way they ran. It looked like they didn't run very much, and then it hit him. They were running in step! He knew then and there that they were East India Trading Company agents. And if his guess was right, Beckett had sent them.
"Oi!" Jack yelled, and ran after them. A few of them turned and looked at Jack, who came charging towards them. Like trained professionals, two of them grabbed his arms while a third knocked him out cold. He fell like a sack of potatoes, and the EITC agents got away.
The next morning…Jack woke up with a bad headache. Sitting up, he realized that he was on the docks, and the morning business had already started. Quickly getting up, he ran towards Elizabeth's house.
"Elizabeth, Elizabeth!"
"What, what is it?"
"She's been kidnapped, we have to go save her!"
"Who? Kidnapped? By who? Jack, sit down, and tell me the whole story. But first let me get some tea."
After Elizabeth came back, Jack told her the whole story. Elizabeth's eyes grew in shock.
"The nerve! From what I can tell, he loved her. Why would he kidnap her? It will break her heart."
Jack inwardly smiled. He knew Elizabeth would stop at nothing to bring Yardarm back. Especially since she was spitting mad.
On the Palimine…
Yardarm sat up. Her head felt like it was going to explode, so she lay back down. Trying to remember where she was, the events of last night began to come back to her. Realizing that she was on a ship, and remembering that she had been kidnapped, she wondered what had happened to Jack. For his sake she must find out. Stumbling across the floor, she realized that she was wearing a nightdress. Cursing, she searched for a more "suitable" outfit as she called it. Stopping short, she wondered aloud
"Who changed my outfit?"
"That would have been me," said a voice from the other side of the room, startling her. She whirled around, and saw Mercer, staring at her with a smirk on his face. Reaching behind her, she felt for her knife, having forgotten she was not in her pirate clothing. Mercer laughed, saying: "You need not have a weapon, my dear. I'll overpower you anyway."
Lunging at her, he tried to rip her gown off. She stumbled on the hem as he pulled her towards him. Succeding in ripping it off, he gazed lustily at her. Then he started to remove his own clothing.
"Please, sir. Please don't do this."
Mercer just laughed. Ripping his shirt off, Yardarm noticed that his chest showed that he was as ugly as his face would imply. Having no shoes on would not be helpful, thought Yardarm. She ran his way, and he smiled. Then she kicked him where it hurts. Bending over in pain, he screamed. Yardarm took a book from the bookshelf, and knocked him out. Going over to the wardrobe, she found nothing but dresses. Muttering the worst swear words she could think of, she pulled out the least fancy dress, and attempted to put it on. Finding she could not, because she didn't have a corset, she found one it the wardrobe. Deciding that she should probably have the proper under things, she found those, and put them on as well. Now that she could put the dress on, she did so, and then went out on deck.
Hope you liked it, I put a bit more fluff in there, I don't know why, it just seemed like the thing to do. The weird thing is, is that this story is going out of control. I hardly control it anymore. Anyway, enjoy the latest chapter!
Pirate Queen