Including Katrina
Disclaimer: I don't own anything about this movie presented in this story. I only own the character Katrina, Judge Banks, Charles Davenport, and any creative additions put into the original story.
Chapter
10
The Stories are True
"Oh, that dog is so stubborn!" Katrina breathed out as she fell from her last struggle to pull the key ring out of the dog's mouth.
"At least you finally caught the mongrel!" Jack couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I'm up for any other suggestions, darlin'!"
Katrina was about to comment when the sound of an explosion from outside interrupted.
Jack jumped up from where he was seated. "I know those guns!" Then he ran onto a bench and peered out between the iron bars of the cell's window down at the harbor. "It's the Pearl!"
"The Black Pearl?" Katrina asked with astonishment as she stood up from the ground.
"I've heard stories," commented one of the prisoners from the cell next door. "She's been preying on ships and settlements for nearly ten years. Never leaves any survivors."
Jack turned from the window down to the prisoner. "No survivors? Then where do all the stories come from, I wonder?"
As another few cannonballs could be heard shot toward the fort, Katrina leaned against the prison door of Jack's cell. "You don't suppose Barbossa followed you, do you?"
Jack looked away from the window at Katrina. "He couldn't have, love. I watched 'im sail away before me. I saw 'im headed toward the opposite direction o' Port Royal."
"And when was that?"
"Two days ago."
Katrina's eyebrows came together. "Then how…?"
"Must be the curse," one of the other prisoners said.
"No," Jack chuckled and shook his head. "It's because it's the fastest ship in the Caribbean."
Suddenly another explosion came from outside the fort. Jack eyeing the direction of the cannon ball from the window, jumped off the bench yelling to Katrina to duck. The blast created a hole in the cell next door to Jack.
"My sympathies, friend," one of the prisoners said as he followed his companions out the hole in the wall, "you've no manner of luck at all."
Jack stood up from the ground dusting himself off and looked over at Katrina who was doing the same on the opposite end of the room. Then he turned his gaze toward the guard dog hiding underneath a bench at the far corner of the room.
Picking up the bone that the other prisoners had used in trying to persuade the dog, Jack looked back to Katrina. "Well, until either o' us comes up with an idea t' get me out, I suggest we give the ol' dog 'nother try, what do ye say, love?" Katrina nodded her head in reply.
However, just as Jack began calling the dog toward him as Katrina began crawling toward it, the door from upstairs burst open and a dead soldier rolled down the stairs landing with a great crash. Upon this occurrence, the dog took off past Jack's cell and around the corner down the hall.
Suddenly thick footsteps began to descend the stairs.
"You best get out of here, darlin'," Jack whispered quickly to Katrina.
Katrina nodded and swiftly ran past Jack's cell and around the corner of the narrow hallway. There she stood waiting silently.
"This ain't the armory," a pirate yelled out in disappointment when he reached the bottom of the stairs and looked around.
"Well, well, well," the other pirate smiled as he spotted Jack in a cell, "look what we have here Twigg – Captain Jack Sparrow."
The first pirate, Twigg, spat at Sparrow's boots in recognition. "Last time I saw you, you were all alone on a godforsaken island, shrinking into the distance. His fortunes aren't improved much."
"Worry about your own fortunes, gentlemen," Sparrow said with an all-knowing smile. "The deepest circle of Hell is reserved for betrayers and mutineers."
Unexpectedly the pirate Koehler grabbed Jack's throat. Jack looked down at the man's skeletal arm in the moonlight. "So there is a curse. That's interesting."
"You know nothin' o' hell," the pirate said angrily as he released Sparrow and followed his companion back up the stairs.
"That's very interesting," Jack repeated to himself.
Katrina ventured to peek around the corner when the footsteps up the stairs had disappeared. "What happened?" she asked as she made her way back to Jack's cell.
"The curse is real," Jack said with a pout. "This might prove more difficult than I thought."
Katrina raised a brow.
"They cannot be killed."
Before Katrina could comment on this fact about the curse, her maid's voice came ringing down the stairwell.
"Miss Banks? Miss Banks?" Dana cried out as she ran down the steps. Then upon seeing Katrina cheered with great relief, "Oh, thank heavens, Miss Banks! I was so worried about you!" The maid grasped Katrina in a tight hug. "I've been looking everywhere for you! I was so afraid that you were taken away! That would have been awful! But then I remembered about what you said had happened earlier today with Mr. Sparrow – hello, Mr. Sparrow."
"'ello, Dana."
"And so I had to come to the fort to look before concluding the worst and oh! Miss Banks! How good it is that I have found you!"
"Yes, yes, Dana," Katrina patted her dear maid on the back before trying to pull away from her in effort to breath. "All is better, now. Although… I really could use the help to free Jack."
"What?" Dana asked airily, still in a daze of what was going on before looking at Jack again and the confinement he was in. "Oh, right. Hmm… well have you tried one of your hairpins yet?"