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Chapter Nine.
The guards have kindly just reminded me, that I have but two hours to live, and here I am, rambling on about my parents. They cared not about their daughter, so why should I care about them? The sun is rising, usually bringing life with it, unfortunately it brings death. And even though I loathe to admit it, I am scared. . .just like Jack said I would be. But no, I won't let myself be scared. On the Black Pearl I was scared, but back then I didn't know what real fear was about.
It soon became evident to me that Jack Sparrow meant me no harm, in fact I hardly saw him. I kept to my room, fearing his crew of miscreants, ate what he gave me, and answered when he asked a question. I felt trapped, like a prisoner, but more then that, I felt. . .it's hard to explain. . .like a king locked up in his own castle.
Jack refused to tell me anything more about the gold, but told me to think about who was in Cornwall with us during that eventful summer. But with the weight of the boulder, there were few people it could be, and none of whom I could think of.
I thought of Roberto, but he was only a few years older then myself, and, if my mind serves correctly he had never held with such fancy myths. So that's what Jack was doing that day, I've often wondered. He was a strange boy, reluctant to talk about himself, and as a child I knew so little about him. He had just walked out of the sea and straight into our lives.
I sighed in frustration, looking back on the past really wasn't going to help. I twiddled my fingers, and tried to calm down. But as I shut my eyes all I saw was the fire, still burning in front of me.
It couldn't have been cousin Rudolph, he was too feeble to move the boulder, Roberto too young, my parents? Well, I never saw them near the beach. . .
"A ship's been sighted, me thinks your man in shining armour has come." Jack popped his head round the door, interrupting my thoughts. I was always thinking, Jack said that was my problem. And he, he didn't do enough of it.
I jumped up, and followed him from the cabin. "Roberto." I said. He pointed out the ship, even let me have a look through the telescope. At first I thought he was being nice, I soon realised the truth. He wanted to see if I recognised it.
"So?"
I shrugged. "It's a British Navy ship, it could be anyone." I muttered.
He frowned at me. "Well, you were useful." He turned his attention back to the ship, and once more lifted the telescope to his kohl lined eye.
"Cap'n, it could be anyone. . ." One of the crew said.
"Not anyone." I replied. "Normally the ships travel in groups." I said, trying to remember the countless naval conversations between my father, and the commodore.
"Maybe it's lost." Jack replied.
I wasn't sure if he was making fun of me, or being genuine. It was always hard to tell when he was being sincere, he didn't have limits like everyone else. I don't think the word impossible ever entered his vocabulary.
"What I mean is. . ." I began.
But a member of the crew cut me off. "They come from England."
"Or that direction." I added.
"They've seen us." A tall, rotting man stepped forward. On his shoulder sat an equally repulsive monkey. He voice was gruff, but sneering at the same time, his eyes seemed to be scowling at the world. And he emitted an air of power, and arrogance. He thought he was somebody.
Jack watched him with mild amusement. "Aye, then we do what we're best at, eh?"
There was a murmur of disagreement amongst the men, a ripple of voices which spread and died in a matter of seconds, but nevertheless it was there.
One man, towards the front of the watching crowd, pulled out his sword. "Aye." He yelled. Gradually the others followed his example, and prepared to fight.
Jack turned to me. "Go back to the cabin." He said.
"But what if it is Roberto? You won't hurt him."
"I'll defend my ship, whatever it takes, young missy." He said, and for once I sensed he was being serious.
"And Roberto will defend me." I replied, slowly.
He grinned. "Well then." He ran his hand through my hair. "Now be a good little girl and skip along to the cabin."
I scowled at him. "I'm neither good nor little, Captain." I said. But I went to the cabin. I had absolutely no desire to be caught in a fight. I heard it though, from below. The navy ship started by firing a warning shot, it went just long of the ship's keel. The Black Pearl ignored the warning, so the navy ship fired again. This time it was closer.
The ship rocked madly, and I was flung across the room. I hit my head on the wall, and fell to the ground. By the time I clambered up, the real fighting had begun. My staring from the porthole and craning up, I could see Jack's flag swinging from the flag pole. It was his way of warning, he didn't need cannon fire to announce his arrival. He was Captain Jack Sparrow. He was invincible on the seas. He was unkillable, unbeatable. . .he was. . .an arrogant bastard, I thought miserably.
The fight didn't last long. There was a massive explosion and I watched as the proud navy ship was eaten by the majestic, powerful waves. I couldn't help but wonder if Roberto had been on that ship. I found myself thinking of the families of the sailors who had died by Jack's hand. I shook my head in amazement. I had my own problems to think about.
It wasn't long before Jack showed his face. "Lover boy wasn't there."
"He isn't my lover boy." I replied, coldly.
"Ah, then you know who I'm talking about, eh?"
I didn't reply, there was nothing to say.
"So you. . ."
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"What's that?"
"You've just killed countless people, and destroyed a ship, and probably wrecked the lives of hundreds." I blurted out.
"It was them or me, an' I chose them." He said, once more I get a sense of him being serious.
Chapter Nine.
The guards have kindly just reminded me, that I have but two hours to live, and here I am, rambling on about my parents. They cared not about their daughter, so why should I care about them? The sun is rising, usually bringing life with it, unfortunately it brings death. And even though I loathe to admit it, I am scared. . .just like Jack said I would be. But no, I won't let myself be scared. On the Black Pearl I was scared, but back then I didn't know what real fear was about.
It soon became evident to me that Jack Sparrow meant me no harm, in fact I hardly saw him. I kept to my room, fearing his crew of miscreants, ate what he gave me, and answered when he asked a question. I felt trapped, like a prisoner, but more then that, I felt. . .it's hard to explain. . .like a king locked up in his own castle.
Jack refused to tell me anything more about the gold, but told me to think about who was in Cornwall with us during that eventful summer. But with the weight of the boulder, there were few people it could be, and none of whom I could think of.
I thought of Roberto, but he was only a few years older then myself, and, if my mind serves correctly he had never held with such fancy myths. So that's what Jack was doing that day, I've often wondered. He was a strange boy, reluctant to talk about himself, and as a child I knew so little about him. He had just walked out of the sea and straight into our lives.
I sighed in frustration, looking back on the past really wasn't going to help. I twiddled my fingers, and tried to calm down. But as I shut my eyes all I saw was the fire, still burning in front of me.
It couldn't have been cousin Rudolph, he was too feeble to move the boulder, Roberto too young, my parents? Well, I never saw them near the beach. . .
"A ship's been sighted, me thinks your man in shining armour has come." Jack popped his head round the door, interrupting my thoughts. I was always thinking, Jack said that was my problem. And he, he didn't do enough of it.
I jumped up, and followed him from the cabin. "Roberto." I said. He pointed out the ship, even let me have a look through the telescope. At first I thought he was being nice, I soon realised the truth. He wanted to see if I recognised it.
"So?"
I shrugged. "It's a British Navy ship, it could be anyone." I muttered.
He frowned at me. "Well, you were useful." He turned his attention back to the ship, and once more lifted the telescope to his kohl lined eye.
"Cap'n, it could be anyone. . ." One of the crew said.
"Not anyone." I replied. "Normally the ships travel in groups." I said, trying to remember the countless naval conversations between my father, and the commodore.
"Maybe it's lost." Jack replied.
I wasn't sure if he was making fun of me, or being genuine. It was always hard to tell when he was being sincere, he didn't have limits like everyone else. I don't think the word impossible ever entered his vocabulary.
"What I mean is. . ." I began.
But a member of the crew cut me off. "They come from England."
"Or that direction." I added.
"They've seen us." A tall, rotting man stepped forward. On his shoulder sat an equally repulsive monkey. He voice was gruff, but sneering at the same time, his eyes seemed to be scowling at the world. And he emitted an air of power, and arrogance. He thought he was somebody.
Jack watched him with mild amusement. "Aye, then we do what we're best at, eh?"
There was a murmur of disagreement amongst the men, a ripple of voices which spread and died in a matter of seconds, but nevertheless it was there.
One man, towards the front of the watching crowd, pulled out his sword. "Aye." He yelled. Gradually the others followed his example, and prepared to fight.
Jack turned to me. "Go back to the cabin." He said.
"But what if it is Roberto? You won't hurt him."
"I'll defend my ship, whatever it takes, young missy." He said, and for once I sensed he was being serious.
"And Roberto will defend me." I replied, slowly.
He grinned. "Well then." He ran his hand through my hair. "Now be a good little girl and skip along to the cabin."
I scowled at him. "I'm neither good nor little, Captain." I said. But I went to the cabin. I had absolutely no desire to be caught in a fight. I heard it though, from below. The navy ship started by firing a warning shot, it went just long of the ship's keel. The Black Pearl ignored the warning, so the navy ship fired again. This time it was closer.
The ship rocked madly, and I was flung across the room. I hit my head on the wall, and fell to the ground. By the time I clambered up, the real fighting had begun. My staring from the porthole and craning up, I could see Jack's flag swinging from the flag pole. It was his way of warning, he didn't need cannon fire to announce his arrival. He was Captain Jack Sparrow. He was invincible on the seas. He was unkillable, unbeatable. . .he was. . .an arrogant bastard, I thought miserably.
The fight didn't last long. There was a massive explosion and I watched as the proud navy ship was eaten by the majestic, powerful waves. I couldn't help but wonder if Roberto had been on that ship. I found myself thinking of the families of the sailors who had died by Jack's hand. I shook my head in amazement. I had my own problems to think about.
It wasn't long before Jack showed his face. "Lover boy wasn't there."
"He isn't my lover boy." I replied, coldly.
"Ah, then you know who I'm talking about, eh?"
I didn't reply, there was nothing to say.
"So you. . ."
"Doesn't it bother you?"
"What's that?"
"You've just killed countless people, and destroyed a ship, and probably wrecked the lives of hundreds." I blurted out.
"It was them or me, an' I chose them." He said, once more I get a sense of him being serious.