R.L.: ahoy! Sorry it's been awhile, but ye know with
Christmas......hehehe...
Ragetti: I got a glass eye!
Pintel: I gotta new gun! Beat tha'!
R.L.: okay...POTC soundtrack an' Evanesance! By tha way, this chappie is kinda songchappie an' long....I was listening ter 'Bring Me Back' by Evanesance an' figured it would fit the beginning of this chapter.
Pintel: I like tha' song.
R.L.: tha's another reason I put it in. Read an' review!
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"Either you let 'em go or else ye will 'ave another head fer the noose!" Emily cried as she struggled to get free of the two soldiers' grip.
"I am afraid both of your demands cannot be met," the governor said.
"Why?"
"Well, Norrington has asked for your hand in marriage-"
"WHAT? I AIN'T GUNNA MARRY 'IM!" Emily cried as she felt her weapons being taken away from her side.
"Let me finish, Emily. You friends Ragetti and Pintel will be hung on August the eighth of next year."
"NO! YE CAN' BE THA' CRUEL!" Emily cried.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Tha's me birthday," Emily said while sinking to her knees and hanging her head in defeat.
Elizabeth pulled Emily to her feet and helped her walk. They walked past some prisoners and Emily ran to hug Pintel and Ragetti.
"I can't do anything,' she whispered as they both hugged her. "I'm sorry.you're going to die."
Norrington gently pulled Emily away from them, but she pushed him away and ran to the governor's mansion.
"Emily, I have a gift for you," Elizabeth said while coming into the room a week later. "It's a dress. I know you don't really like them, but you don't have to wear it if you don't want to."
Emily quietly walked over to the older girl and opened the box. She pulled out the purple and gold dress. She walked behind the dressing screen and some maids helped her into it.
"It looks wonderful on you," Norrington said as he entered the room a few minutes after Emily came out from behind the screen.
"Thank you," Emily said quietly as she walked over to her vanity. She sat down and took out her wooden eye. She put in her glass eye and brushed her hair. When she finished, she grabbed the wooden eye. "I do not think I will need this again," she said when she heard Elizabeth gasp as she walked onto the balcony and got ready to throw it.
"Why is that, Miss Sparrow?" Norrington asked suspicious tone.
"I am no longer a pirate, Commodore. Remember a week ago I became engaged to you?" Emily replied after throwing the small wooden ball. "Excuse me. I am going to take a walk."
Elizabeth stepped aside as Emily walked by. When she was out of earshot, she said, "Something is wrong with her. It's as though her pirate soul has died."
"I know."
Three months passed. Nothing had changed with Emily. It was the beginning of December and snow had covered the ground. How snow got in the Caribbean, no one knew.
"Miss, you'll catch a cold if you're out there much longer," a maid said as Emily stood on her balcony.
"Do not worry," Emily said as it began snowing for the third time that day. She heard the maid leave the room and she sighed.
She looked up into the endless flakes of white and sighed again.
"I remember the first time I saw snow," she muttered.
"Dad, wha's tha' stuff?"
"It's snow, Emily! We don' get this stuff in the Caribbean, now do we?" Jack laughed as he threw his daughter into the air and caught her.
They spotted Ragetti alone staring into the dark night. Jack set Emily down and snuck up behind him. Then Ragetti laughed and Jack also threw him into the air and caught him.
A tear rolled her cheek as she sank to her knees and rested her head against the cool metal bars on the railing. Another memory came to her.
"Wot's wrong, Emily?' Pintel asked.
"Nuffin."
"Liar!" Ragetti said. "I can see anger in your eyes."
~*How can you see into my eyes like open doors*~
She grabbed onto the bars. She felt the iron slightly bending.
"Yer the best pirate, ever, Emily," Ragetti said as he drifted off to sleep. "Promise meh ye will always be the best pirate I know."
"I promise."
~*Where I've become so numb without a soul*~
She sobbed at the very thought of her childhood days with her two best friends. Another sob escaped when she realized that her love of pirates had been extinguished.
~*My spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home*~
"What is wrong with me?" she whispered. "I'm not this person! I'm not a proper little porcelain doll! I'm a pirate!"
~* Wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark*~
"My blood is black just like my father's and his father's!" she cried out into the night. The iron posts were starting to bend even more are her strong grip. Emily looked into the sky, searching for an answer. The only thing she saw were millions of snowflakes.
~*Bid my blood to run before I come undone, save me from the nothing I've become*~
"Why do I loath the spray of the sea? The wind in my hair? What did this to me? Who did it?" she whispered. Then she shouted, thankful that she was the only person who wasn't a servant left at the house, "What happened to me?!"
~*Bring me to life*~
The next day, Norrington came over with a present for her.
"Is it not a little early for Christmas?" Emily asked quietly as she opened the small box.
"It couldn't wait."
Emily found a silver bracelet embedded with sapphires.
"I thought it would go well with your eyes-I mean eye-I mean-"
"I understand. Thank you," Emily said as she put on the bracelet.
"Also, I have come up with a wedding date. How does May twenty-fourth sound?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Ragetti's and Pintel's birthday. May thirtieth.'
"Agreed then. We will make plans for the thirtieth of May. I shall go tell Elizabeth and the governor."
"And I shall go for a walk."
Emily wandered around town until the late night. When she became aware of where she was, she was at the jail.
She heard some of the men whistling at her.
"Please be quiet! I don' wan' ter get in trouble again!" a prisoner begged.
"Ragetti!" Emily whispered. She ran over to the barred windows and peered in.
She held back a gasp when she saw how skinny Ragetti was. Then she looked in her purse and found an apple. She dropped it through the bars.
"Oops." she mumbled when it landed on his head.
"Wha' the 'ell?" he said. He looked up and saw Emily. "Emily! Yer not supposed ter be down 'ere! Wha' 'appened ter ye!" He saw the dark green dress Emily was wearing.
"Ragetti, I'm sorry-I know I promise to be the best pirate you know, but my spirit's dead, knowing you and Pintel and my dad are gunna die and I can't do nothing about it!" she whispered. "Here." She passed a muffin through the bars. "Where's dad?"
"High security."
"Damn.the one day I bought rum, I can't give it to him!"
"Wot did ya mean by yer spirit's dead?"
"It's gone.my lust for adventure and gold and sailing is gone.and.I'm.I'm marrying Norrington."
The muffin fell from Ragetti's hands.
"Wot?"
"It's by force. I don't even love him.bloody hell, I don't even like him as an ally! I'd rather marry Barbossa than Norrington-skeleton and all."
They heard the jingling of keys.
"I'll come back soon," Emily said while turning.
Ragetti quickly grabbed her shoulder.
"What?" she asked.
Ragetti pulled her so their faces were only an inch apart-the width of the bars. Then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips before saying, "If I get outta 'ere alive, ye ain't marrying Wig Boy or a rotting corpse. Yer gunna marry meh, savvy?"
"Savvy!" Emily said as a blush appeared on her face. Then she disappeared into the night.
Ragetti: I got a glass eye!
Pintel: I gotta new gun! Beat tha'!
R.L.: okay...POTC soundtrack an' Evanesance! By tha way, this chappie is kinda songchappie an' long....I was listening ter 'Bring Me Back' by Evanesance an' figured it would fit the beginning of this chapter.
Pintel: I like tha' song.
R.L.: tha's another reason I put it in. Read an' review!
~*~*~*~*
"Either you let 'em go or else ye will 'ave another head fer the noose!" Emily cried as she struggled to get free of the two soldiers' grip.
"I am afraid both of your demands cannot be met," the governor said.
"Why?"
"Well, Norrington has asked for your hand in marriage-"
"WHAT? I AIN'T GUNNA MARRY 'IM!" Emily cried as she felt her weapons being taken away from her side.
"Let me finish, Emily. You friends Ragetti and Pintel will be hung on August the eighth of next year."
"NO! YE CAN' BE THA' CRUEL!" Emily cried.
"What do you mean?" Elizabeth asked.
"Tha's me birthday," Emily said while sinking to her knees and hanging her head in defeat.
Elizabeth pulled Emily to her feet and helped her walk. They walked past some prisoners and Emily ran to hug Pintel and Ragetti.
"I can't do anything,' she whispered as they both hugged her. "I'm sorry.you're going to die."
Norrington gently pulled Emily away from them, but she pushed him away and ran to the governor's mansion.
"Emily, I have a gift for you," Elizabeth said while coming into the room a week later. "It's a dress. I know you don't really like them, but you don't have to wear it if you don't want to."
Emily quietly walked over to the older girl and opened the box. She pulled out the purple and gold dress. She walked behind the dressing screen and some maids helped her into it.
"It looks wonderful on you," Norrington said as he entered the room a few minutes after Emily came out from behind the screen.
"Thank you," Emily said quietly as she walked over to her vanity. She sat down and took out her wooden eye. She put in her glass eye and brushed her hair. When she finished, she grabbed the wooden eye. "I do not think I will need this again," she said when she heard Elizabeth gasp as she walked onto the balcony and got ready to throw it.
"Why is that, Miss Sparrow?" Norrington asked suspicious tone.
"I am no longer a pirate, Commodore. Remember a week ago I became engaged to you?" Emily replied after throwing the small wooden ball. "Excuse me. I am going to take a walk."
Elizabeth stepped aside as Emily walked by. When she was out of earshot, she said, "Something is wrong with her. It's as though her pirate soul has died."
"I know."
Three months passed. Nothing had changed with Emily. It was the beginning of December and snow had covered the ground. How snow got in the Caribbean, no one knew.
"Miss, you'll catch a cold if you're out there much longer," a maid said as Emily stood on her balcony.
"Do not worry," Emily said as it began snowing for the third time that day. She heard the maid leave the room and she sighed.
She looked up into the endless flakes of white and sighed again.
"I remember the first time I saw snow," she muttered.
"Dad, wha's tha' stuff?"
"It's snow, Emily! We don' get this stuff in the Caribbean, now do we?" Jack laughed as he threw his daughter into the air and caught her.
They spotted Ragetti alone staring into the dark night. Jack set Emily down and snuck up behind him. Then Ragetti laughed and Jack also threw him into the air and caught him.
A tear rolled her cheek as she sank to her knees and rested her head against the cool metal bars on the railing. Another memory came to her.
"Wot's wrong, Emily?' Pintel asked.
"Nuffin."
"Liar!" Ragetti said. "I can see anger in your eyes."
~*How can you see into my eyes like open doors*~
She grabbed onto the bars. She felt the iron slightly bending.
"Yer the best pirate, ever, Emily," Ragetti said as he drifted off to sleep. "Promise meh ye will always be the best pirate I know."
"I promise."
~*Where I've become so numb without a soul*~
She sobbed at the very thought of her childhood days with her two best friends. Another sob escaped when she realized that her love of pirates had been extinguished.
~*My spirit sleeping somewhere cold until you find it there and lead it back home*~
"What is wrong with me?" she whispered. "I'm not this person! I'm not a proper little porcelain doll! I'm a pirate!"
~* Wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark*~
"My blood is black just like my father's and his father's!" she cried out into the night. The iron posts were starting to bend even more are her strong grip. Emily looked into the sky, searching for an answer. The only thing she saw were millions of snowflakes.
~*Bid my blood to run before I come undone, save me from the nothing I've become*~
"Why do I loath the spray of the sea? The wind in my hair? What did this to me? Who did it?" she whispered. Then she shouted, thankful that she was the only person who wasn't a servant left at the house, "What happened to me?!"
~*Bring me to life*~
The next day, Norrington came over with a present for her.
"Is it not a little early for Christmas?" Emily asked quietly as she opened the small box.
"It couldn't wait."
Emily found a silver bracelet embedded with sapphires.
"I thought it would go well with your eyes-I mean eye-I mean-"
"I understand. Thank you," Emily said as she put on the bracelet.
"Also, I have come up with a wedding date. How does May twenty-fourth sound?"
"No."
"Why?"
"Ragetti's and Pintel's birthday. May thirtieth.'
"Agreed then. We will make plans for the thirtieth of May. I shall go tell Elizabeth and the governor."
"And I shall go for a walk."
Emily wandered around town until the late night. When she became aware of where she was, she was at the jail.
She heard some of the men whistling at her.
"Please be quiet! I don' wan' ter get in trouble again!" a prisoner begged.
"Ragetti!" Emily whispered. She ran over to the barred windows and peered in.
She held back a gasp when she saw how skinny Ragetti was. Then she looked in her purse and found an apple. She dropped it through the bars.
"Oops." she mumbled when it landed on his head.
"Wha' the 'ell?" he said. He looked up and saw Emily. "Emily! Yer not supposed ter be down 'ere! Wha' 'appened ter ye!" He saw the dark green dress Emily was wearing.
"Ragetti, I'm sorry-I know I promise to be the best pirate you know, but my spirit's dead, knowing you and Pintel and my dad are gunna die and I can't do nothing about it!" she whispered. "Here." She passed a muffin through the bars. "Where's dad?"
"High security."
"Damn.the one day I bought rum, I can't give it to him!"
"Wot did ya mean by yer spirit's dead?"
"It's gone.my lust for adventure and gold and sailing is gone.and.I'm.I'm marrying Norrington."
The muffin fell from Ragetti's hands.
"Wot?"
"It's by force. I don't even love him.bloody hell, I don't even like him as an ally! I'd rather marry Barbossa than Norrington-skeleton and all."
They heard the jingling of keys.
"I'll come back soon," Emily said while turning.
Ragetti quickly grabbed her shoulder.
"What?" she asked.
Ragetti pulled her so their faces were only an inch apart-the width of the bars. Then he gave her a quick kiss on the lips before saying, "If I get outta 'ere alive, ye ain't marrying Wig Boy or a rotting corpse. Yer gunna marry meh, savvy?"
"Savvy!" Emily said as a blush appeared on her face. Then she disappeared into the night.