When Eve opened her eyes, it made no difference because the room was nearly
as dark. She squinted and searched the walls for a light-switch, which
wasn't found.
She felt her arms, then legs, realizing that she was still in her dress. She was on a hard cot-like bed with a coarse quilt on it and two not-so- comfortable pillows. After feeling around a little more, the door swung open.
"'Ello, luv, ye be awake then?" Said a playful voice lost in a sihlouhette. It opened the door further and light shone in, blinding Eve. She stood and stumbled toward the door, wondering if it was a doctor or someone standing there.
"Um, where am I?"
"Aboard the Black Pearl, luv. Can't you smell the ocean air?"
Come to think of it, she could. And she suddenly noticed that the floor was rocking beneath her.
"The Black Pearl? That makes you.Jack Sparrow!"
Jack stepped back into the sunlight. "That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He stood proud and spread his arms. "Welcome, luv, to the life of a Pirate!"
"Ye look like a fancy one, eh? Gov'na's daughta?" Jack smiled. And the beauty's got a nice tight dress.
"No." Eve looked down, thinking of something to protect her that wouldn't get her caught, "I'm a.a commodore's sister."
"What was a Commiedore's sister doin' in Tortuga? Not that I blame ye! Can't get 'nuff of tha place."
"I was in Tortuga?"
"Yes, luv, where'd ye think ye were? France territories?"
"You mean New Orleans?"
"That'd be a part of it. So what would be yer brother's name, eh?"
Eve wracked her brain for a name in her history books. "Um, Samuel Norrington."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Commodore NORRINGTON! Aye, we be old friends, ain't that righ' Anamaria?" He said to a woman walking by.
"A woman? Part of yer crew? I thought."
"Ye thought wrong, missy," Jack said, "Anamaria is the best luck to ever come to tha Black Pearl."
"But you know my" *cough* "Brother?"
"Aye, yer brother tried to 'ang me a few times more'n nessacery."
"I'm so sorry! But.you're alive?"
"I said tried. Ne'er did get me down."
Oh shit. thought Eve, my so-called brother tried to hang him.
"So whatcher name, luv?"
"What? Oh," Unwilling to give her real name, she thought up a replacement, "Isabella."
Jack grew thoughtful, "A fitting name, eh? But for an English lass?"
"I, er, was born in Spain. My mother was Spanish too."
"Norrington's mum? I find that hard to believe."
"Sam and me, we're just half siblings. Same father, different mothers."
Jack raised another eyebrow.
Eve.Isabella stood at the tip of the Black Pearl, staring out into the horizon, watching the sun go down. Salty winds made her mouth dry.
Jack walked up behind her, tapped her shoulder, and said, ""Ello luv. Pretty, ain't it?"
"The sunset? Yeah, it's not half bad. If only I had my paints," she laughed, "But I suppose watching is enough."
A reflection caught Jack's eye. He reached over and held her necklace, the coin that Adam had given her.
"Where did you get this?"
She felt her arms, then legs, realizing that she was still in her dress. She was on a hard cot-like bed with a coarse quilt on it and two not-so- comfortable pillows. After feeling around a little more, the door swung open.
"'Ello, luv, ye be awake then?" Said a playful voice lost in a sihlouhette. It opened the door further and light shone in, blinding Eve. She stood and stumbled toward the door, wondering if it was a doctor or someone standing there.
"Um, where am I?"
"Aboard the Black Pearl, luv. Can't you smell the ocean air?"
Come to think of it, she could. And she suddenly noticed that the floor was rocking beneath her.
"The Black Pearl? That makes you.Jack Sparrow!"
Jack stepped back into the sunlight. "That's CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow." He stood proud and spread his arms. "Welcome, luv, to the life of a Pirate!"
"Ye look like a fancy one, eh? Gov'na's daughta?" Jack smiled. And the beauty's got a nice tight dress.
"No." Eve looked down, thinking of something to protect her that wouldn't get her caught, "I'm a.a commodore's sister."
"What was a Commiedore's sister doin' in Tortuga? Not that I blame ye! Can't get 'nuff of tha place."
"I was in Tortuga?"
"Yes, luv, where'd ye think ye were? France territories?"
"You mean New Orleans?"
"That'd be a part of it. So what would be yer brother's name, eh?"
Eve wracked her brain for a name in her history books. "Um, Samuel Norrington."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Commodore NORRINGTON! Aye, we be old friends, ain't that righ' Anamaria?" He said to a woman walking by.
"A woman? Part of yer crew? I thought."
"Ye thought wrong, missy," Jack said, "Anamaria is the best luck to ever come to tha Black Pearl."
"But you know my" *cough* "Brother?"
"Aye, yer brother tried to 'ang me a few times more'n nessacery."
"I'm so sorry! But.you're alive?"
"I said tried. Ne'er did get me down."
Oh shit. thought Eve, my so-called brother tried to hang him.
"So whatcher name, luv?"
"What? Oh," Unwilling to give her real name, she thought up a replacement, "Isabella."
Jack grew thoughtful, "A fitting name, eh? But for an English lass?"
"I, er, was born in Spain. My mother was Spanish too."
"Norrington's mum? I find that hard to believe."
"Sam and me, we're just half siblings. Same father, different mothers."
Jack raised another eyebrow.
Eve.Isabella stood at the tip of the Black Pearl, staring out into the horizon, watching the sun go down. Salty winds made her mouth dry.
Jack walked up behind her, tapped her shoulder, and said, ""Ello luv. Pretty, ain't it?"
"The sunset? Yeah, it's not half bad. If only I had my paints," she laughed, "But I suppose watching is enough."
A reflection caught Jack's eye. He reached over and held her necklace, the coin that Adam had given her.
"Where did you get this?"