Hey! Thanx for the encouragement! This is chapter two!
A little meeting in here with our favorite captain. Jack! Sadly, (sob
*sniff* sob) I do not own any of these characters. Poop. Except of course
for the ones I made. Enjoy and please R+R! Hey, and if u don't like
anything, just tell me. I need the encouragement, not to mention
constructive criticism.
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Nikole continued her storm through out the city. The street-lamps were now lit and the wenches were out doing business in the streets. She could hear the delighted squeals of the tramps as a particularly handsome customer would ask for their services. She walked and walked until her legs could bear her no more and Tortuga lay far behind her, and the dawn very near. She was now walking on the beach, barefooted and the remains of her dress thrashed and muddy. I t had been a long night and many men had tried to snatch a piece of her. After all, she wasn't that bad looking she thought as the sun was rising. She was close to 5'6 and she was thin. She was usually thin as it was, but now she was looking slightly unhealthy because of her slitude and refusance to eat. She had dark red hair which lay at about a little lower than her shoulders, and was extremely thick. And of coarse her blue and lavender eyes, and curvy pink lips. Her breasts were of normal size, but somehow seemed larger than they really were because of her body squelching corsets. She realised, since there was no o ne around for miles, she really didn't need to wear one any more.Her eyebrows raised in a giggle of freedom, and with some difficulty, she managed to wiggle out of the corset and stayed just in her long, see through undergarments. Suddenly she yawned. She had been walking all night and now that the sun was peaking over the rim of the ocean, she decided to sleep on the warm sand. She let loose her hair, no longer being able to keep it in the bun which she had done in such anger that it had pulled painfully on her scalp and had remained that way for so long that her head felt bruised. She curled into a ball on the ground and nuzzled her face in her hair, drifting off to sleep within a matter of moments, lulling herself with the oceans lullaby of sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oi!, Jack! Where ye be goin?" a rough pirate voice heavy with rum and a deep British accent. Jack wheeled around, rum bottle still swaying in his hand as he looked dazed for his caller, his eyebrows raised in questioning. They lowered as he found himself face to face with is first mate, Gibbs. "Oh, sorry. Just for a walk, you know." he staggered a bit, "to walk off the rum." "alright," Gibbs said, "but just 'member to be back at the Pearl by noon. We'll be needin' to leave by then." Jack nodded in understanding, nearly knocking himself over when a man stumbled into him, also drunk. Jack set off, meandering for the shore- line, peeling off his boots and setting them underneath a palm tree, as he continued to stagger down the sand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nikole woke just soon enough to be hit in the head with a shovel. Her head spun and stars winked in front of her eyes. The shovel hit again, this time harder on the other side of her face. She opened her eyes to see a seething man in front of her, with very disturbingly familiar pouchy cheeks. It was the count of Beckleson! Hey eyes popped out of her head just in time to be swung at and hit by the shovel again. It clanged against her head throwing her to the left, showing the stars again. A faint ringing was all she could hear now. The Count swung all his body weight on to her, nearly knocking her wind out. He sat on top of her midsection with each of his legs resting on either side of her. She just trembled, trembled and waited. He was breathing heavily from all the effort it had taken to whack her and roll her to the ground.
" So." He seethed. "So" he said again. She could feel his hot putrid breath on her body, in her nose, as though he was somehow infecting her. She caught her breath in her throat, trying not to breath it in. He looked at her almost naked body with such a longing and lust that she wished she could throw him off of her right now if she had the strength, true she did attempt, but he was so heavy all she did was make herself more tired.
"Get off" she weakly commanded.
"No." he hissed. " I am the man here I will do the ordering, you. you." his lust had quickly turned to anger. Now Nikole was even more terrified than before. He reached several times for his pistol, then grumbled, and put it away. She finaly got the courage to speak to him and try to encourage him to get off her legs because her lower body was going numb.
"Please just get off of me and then we can-" SMACK! Half of her face was now almost as numb with pain as her legs " You will speak when spoken to! You Whore! How could you do that you deserve nothing! NOTHING! I taking you as my bride was a most definite mistake. But the rewards will be most definitely pleasing." He eyed her up and down greedily once more. She shivered in repulse.
"Say you love me."
"No." she spat
"Say you love me!" He raised a threatening hand once more; teeth bared and anger flaring in his eyes.
"NO!" she screamed "Never!" The hand came down again. But this time it did not stop after one blow. It continued again, and again. She screamed louder and louder until her throat was so painful all the came out was hoarse empty rasps, as slaps became punches, trying to yell for help until he suddenly stopped. She could feel his struggling body now moving off of her and a few muffled voices. She could no longer see; her face had become so swollen. Blood was fresh on her upper body, both from the punches and the rubbing of the coarse material on his pants and her bare shoulder skin, which had now become a raw, bloody skid-mark. She knew no more as a blissful silence over took her and she felt someone pick her up.
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Jack was lowly meandering across the beach. It was no longer dawn any more and it must have been close to ten o'clock. He stood for a moment and watched the waves come rolling in, listening to the tropical birds songs'. He was really quite far from Tortuga now, he thought. Looking down at the sand, he noticed footprints. Two sets of them, first a smaller daintier pair in heeled shoes, which wee quite rubbed out, and a larger more oaf- like pair. He stared at them quizzically for a few moments before deciding, on a whim, that just for the hell of it he would follow them. He took off at a run, sure that he didn't really have that much time anymore, he had to get back to the dock to get back to the Pearl, and if he wanted to check this out he better do it fast. As he was crossing dune after dune of the sand a new sound reached his ears. Screaming. A Woman screaming. His eyes shot up at the realization of what might be going on and he whipped his body forward letting out a worried,
"Bloody hell."
As he grew nearer to the screaming he also heard the muffled "Guwaff, Guwaff" of laughter. As e peaked over the next dune, he saw a scene he would never forget, as if it were burned there by a cruel and burning branding iron: the largest most disgusting man he had ever scene beating a red headed woman to a bloody pulp. His eyes shot open even further to reveal his Kohl rimmed eyes to be like dinner plates. Think jack think! What can you do here that wouldn't be so bloody stupid as to have the girl killed? He swallowed hard, well at least from beating up her corpse anymore than it was so.
"OI! You! What do you think you're doing mate!?" The punching maniac did not stop or even turn to face Jack.
"OI!! Can you hear me mate? Or are you're ears to filled with nothing?" This got the mans att3ention. He wheeled around with surprising speed, drool and sweat flecking off of his face. He was foaming at the mouth, and his eyes had a mad roll to them. He was also breathing quite heavily and his knuckles were bloody from the continuous punching.
" What business is it of ye whats I be doing with my time?" the man snarled.
" I'm not but a humbled pirate sir, but, I do object to brutal women beating and would ask you to cease and desists this unruly behavior at once. Such a -" he stumbled at the word ,"fine" being such an unfitting word, "fine, gentleman should not take part in such degrading behavior. Savvy?" the man just stared back at him, eyes unblinking and slightly glazed. "Or there will be consequences mate." Jack fingered his sword lovingly, cocky smile playing on his face making his gold teeth wink in the sun. Still the man just watched the Jack, and then after what felt like an eternity, he spoke,
"Whos are you sir to be ordering me around like a common servant?" the man had now stood up and Jack glanced down at the girl to make sure she was still breathing. And, indeed she was, but very shallow. Jacks eyes snapped back up to the man. This was the question he had been waiting for. His toothy smile widened even more but the hardness of his eyes remained. He knew the reaction to the answer of this question very well and no matter how many times he watched it, it never got old, just better and better each time.
" I mate, am Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl." He drew his sword as the man watched in horror, and drew himself up to the proper fighting stance.
"Savvy?" The man just stood, swaying slightly on the spot. Jack could see the gears working slowly under his fat balding head. He looked at first confused , and then angry. His eye-brows furrowed together and he yelled.
"ARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Bloody Pirate!!" he lunged for Jack and Jack stepped aside, leading to the falling of the Count. Jack quickly picked up the shovel and clanged him on the head, making an all-mighty C-LL-L-L-Ang! The man snored loudly and a string of drool cold be seen seeping out of his mouth onto the sand. Jack had successfully knocked him out-cold. For when Jack rolled him over he did nothing except seep on, snoring more loud and terrible. Jack Grimaced in a disgusted manner and, with a lot of effort, rolled the man over so he would not awaken the dead with his ceaseless noisemaking. Jack only hoped he did not inhale the sand, no, wait, maybe he did. A large lump could now be seen underneath his hair where Jack had hit him.
Jack walked over to the bloodied woman and sighed with empathy and sadness. He bent over her and laid an ear on her chest to see if she was still breathing. She was and her heart rate seemed normal too. He slid with one finger her soaked hair across her face and out of the way to survey the damage. He could tell now that she would be O.K., bruised and cut up for a while, but no serious scarring. One cut on her cheek looked quite serious though. He stood up resting his hands on his hips. He was going to have to do something with her. He couldn't just leave her here, could he? No. Definetly not he thought. When the man woke up he would surely try to kill her again. And it was obvious that she needed medical attention, but the doctors in Tortuga were too expensive and would take too long. So what was he going to do? He would take her onto the Black Pearl. And then take her to Port Royal where she could stay away from that idiot. The doctor aboard the ship would help her when they got there. So it was decided that Nikole would stay. He picked her up lightly surprised at how light she was, and decided to run back to the docks, being short for time now.
Little did he know at the time that she would become so much more to him and every one else she met than just a drifter. She would in time touch his life so deeply that he would not know what life was before he met her. But of coarse he didn't know this as he bounded across the dunes, humming a tune as the waves crashes to his left, ready to return to the Pearl.
"Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, a pirates life for me."
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So. What did ya think of that?
Please tell me! My next chappie will come up soon. I promise;-) So please R+R! I need info and reveiws! Thanx a bunch!
Nikole continued her storm through out the city. The street-lamps were now lit and the wenches were out doing business in the streets. She could hear the delighted squeals of the tramps as a particularly handsome customer would ask for their services. She walked and walked until her legs could bear her no more and Tortuga lay far behind her, and the dawn very near. She was now walking on the beach, barefooted and the remains of her dress thrashed and muddy. I t had been a long night and many men had tried to snatch a piece of her. After all, she wasn't that bad looking she thought as the sun was rising. She was close to 5'6 and she was thin. She was usually thin as it was, but now she was looking slightly unhealthy because of her slitude and refusance to eat. She had dark red hair which lay at about a little lower than her shoulders, and was extremely thick. And of coarse her blue and lavender eyes, and curvy pink lips. Her breasts were of normal size, but somehow seemed larger than they really were because of her body squelching corsets. She realised, since there was no o ne around for miles, she really didn't need to wear one any more.Her eyebrows raised in a giggle of freedom, and with some difficulty, she managed to wiggle out of the corset and stayed just in her long, see through undergarments. Suddenly she yawned. She had been walking all night and now that the sun was peaking over the rim of the ocean, she decided to sleep on the warm sand. She let loose her hair, no longer being able to keep it in the bun which she had done in such anger that it had pulled painfully on her scalp and had remained that way for so long that her head felt bruised. She curled into a ball on the ground and nuzzled her face in her hair, drifting off to sleep within a matter of moments, lulling herself with the oceans lullaby of sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Oi!, Jack! Where ye be goin?" a rough pirate voice heavy with rum and a deep British accent. Jack wheeled around, rum bottle still swaying in his hand as he looked dazed for his caller, his eyebrows raised in questioning. They lowered as he found himself face to face with is first mate, Gibbs. "Oh, sorry. Just for a walk, you know." he staggered a bit, "to walk off the rum." "alright," Gibbs said, "but just 'member to be back at the Pearl by noon. We'll be needin' to leave by then." Jack nodded in understanding, nearly knocking himself over when a man stumbled into him, also drunk. Jack set off, meandering for the shore- line, peeling off his boots and setting them underneath a palm tree, as he continued to stagger down the sand. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nikole woke just soon enough to be hit in the head with a shovel. Her head spun and stars winked in front of her eyes. The shovel hit again, this time harder on the other side of her face. She opened her eyes to see a seething man in front of her, with very disturbingly familiar pouchy cheeks. It was the count of Beckleson! Hey eyes popped out of her head just in time to be swung at and hit by the shovel again. It clanged against her head throwing her to the left, showing the stars again. A faint ringing was all she could hear now. The Count swung all his body weight on to her, nearly knocking her wind out. He sat on top of her midsection with each of his legs resting on either side of her. She just trembled, trembled and waited. He was breathing heavily from all the effort it had taken to whack her and roll her to the ground.
" So." He seethed. "So" he said again. She could feel his hot putrid breath on her body, in her nose, as though he was somehow infecting her. She caught her breath in her throat, trying not to breath it in. He looked at her almost naked body with such a longing and lust that she wished she could throw him off of her right now if she had the strength, true she did attempt, but he was so heavy all she did was make herself more tired.
"Get off" she weakly commanded.
"No." he hissed. " I am the man here I will do the ordering, you. you." his lust had quickly turned to anger. Now Nikole was even more terrified than before. He reached several times for his pistol, then grumbled, and put it away. She finaly got the courage to speak to him and try to encourage him to get off her legs because her lower body was going numb.
"Please just get off of me and then we can-" SMACK! Half of her face was now almost as numb with pain as her legs " You will speak when spoken to! You Whore! How could you do that you deserve nothing! NOTHING! I taking you as my bride was a most definite mistake. But the rewards will be most definitely pleasing." He eyed her up and down greedily once more. She shivered in repulse.
"Say you love me."
"No." she spat
"Say you love me!" He raised a threatening hand once more; teeth bared and anger flaring in his eyes.
"NO!" she screamed "Never!" The hand came down again. But this time it did not stop after one blow. It continued again, and again. She screamed louder and louder until her throat was so painful all the came out was hoarse empty rasps, as slaps became punches, trying to yell for help until he suddenly stopped. She could feel his struggling body now moving off of her and a few muffled voices. She could no longer see; her face had become so swollen. Blood was fresh on her upper body, both from the punches and the rubbing of the coarse material on his pants and her bare shoulder skin, which had now become a raw, bloody skid-mark. She knew no more as a blissful silence over took her and she felt someone pick her up.
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Jack was lowly meandering across the beach. It was no longer dawn any more and it must have been close to ten o'clock. He stood for a moment and watched the waves come rolling in, listening to the tropical birds songs'. He was really quite far from Tortuga now, he thought. Looking down at the sand, he noticed footprints. Two sets of them, first a smaller daintier pair in heeled shoes, which wee quite rubbed out, and a larger more oaf- like pair. He stared at them quizzically for a few moments before deciding, on a whim, that just for the hell of it he would follow them. He took off at a run, sure that he didn't really have that much time anymore, he had to get back to the dock to get back to the Pearl, and if he wanted to check this out he better do it fast. As he was crossing dune after dune of the sand a new sound reached his ears. Screaming. A Woman screaming. His eyes shot up at the realization of what might be going on and he whipped his body forward letting out a worried,
"Bloody hell."
As he grew nearer to the screaming he also heard the muffled "Guwaff, Guwaff" of laughter. As e peaked over the next dune, he saw a scene he would never forget, as if it were burned there by a cruel and burning branding iron: the largest most disgusting man he had ever scene beating a red headed woman to a bloody pulp. His eyes shot open even further to reveal his Kohl rimmed eyes to be like dinner plates. Think jack think! What can you do here that wouldn't be so bloody stupid as to have the girl killed? He swallowed hard, well at least from beating up her corpse anymore than it was so.
"OI! You! What do you think you're doing mate!?" The punching maniac did not stop or even turn to face Jack.
"OI!! Can you hear me mate? Or are you're ears to filled with nothing?" This got the mans att3ention. He wheeled around with surprising speed, drool and sweat flecking off of his face. He was foaming at the mouth, and his eyes had a mad roll to them. He was also breathing quite heavily and his knuckles were bloody from the continuous punching.
" What business is it of ye whats I be doing with my time?" the man snarled.
" I'm not but a humbled pirate sir, but, I do object to brutal women beating and would ask you to cease and desists this unruly behavior at once. Such a -" he stumbled at the word ,"fine" being such an unfitting word, "fine, gentleman should not take part in such degrading behavior. Savvy?" the man just stared back at him, eyes unblinking and slightly glazed. "Or there will be consequences mate." Jack fingered his sword lovingly, cocky smile playing on his face making his gold teeth wink in the sun. Still the man just watched the Jack, and then after what felt like an eternity, he spoke,
"Whos are you sir to be ordering me around like a common servant?" the man had now stood up and Jack glanced down at the girl to make sure she was still breathing. And, indeed she was, but very shallow. Jacks eyes snapped back up to the man. This was the question he had been waiting for. His toothy smile widened even more but the hardness of his eyes remained. He knew the reaction to the answer of this question very well and no matter how many times he watched it, it never got old, just better and better each time.
" I mate, am Captain Jack Sparrow, Captain of the Black Pearl." He drew his sword as the man watched in horror, and drew himself up to the proper fighting stance.
"Savvy?" The man just stood, swaying slightly on the spot. Jack could see the gears working slowly under his fat balding head. He looked at first confused , and then angry. His eye-brows furrowed together and he yelled.
"ARRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHH!!! Bloody Pirate!!" he lunged for Jack and Jack stepped aside, leading to the falling of the Count. Jack quickly picked up the shovel and clanged him on the head, making an all-mighty C-LL-L-L-Ang! The man snored loudly and a string of drool cold be seen seeping out of his mouth onto the sand. Jack had successfully knocked him out-cold. For when Jack rolled him over he did nothing except seep on, snoring more loud and terrible. Jack Grimaced in a disgusted manner and, with a lot of effort, rolled the man over so he would not awaken the dead with his ceaseless noisemaking. Jack only hoped he did not inhale the sand, no, wait, maybe he did. A large lump could now be seen underneath his hair where Jack had hit him.
Jack walked over to the bloodied woman and sighed with empathy and sadness. He bent over her and laid an ear on her chest to see if she was still breathing. She was and her heart rate seemed normal too. He slid with one finger her soaked hair across her face and out of the way to survey the damage. He could tell now that she would be O.K., bruised and cut up for a while, but no serious scarring. One cut on her cheek looked quite serious though. He stood up resting his hands on his hips. He was going to have to do something with her. He couldn't just leave her here, could he? No. Definetly not he thought. When the man woke up he would surely try to kill her again. And it was obvious that she needed medical attention, but the doctors in Tortuga were too expensive and would take too long. So what was he going to do? He would take her onto the Black Pearl. And then take her to Port Royal where she could stay away from that idiot. The doctor aboard the ship would help her when they got there. So it was decided that Nikole would stay. He picked her up lightly surprised at how light she was, and decided to run back to the docks, being short for time now.
Little did he know at the time that she would become so much more to him and every one else she met than just a drifter. She would in time touch his life so deeply that he would not know what life was before he met her. But of coarse he didn't know this as he bounded across the dunes, humming a tune as the waves crashes to his left, ready to return to the Pearl.
"Yo, Ho, Yo, Ho, a pirates life for me."
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So. What did ya think of that?
Please tell me! My next chappie will come up soon. I promise;-) So please R+R! I need info and reveiws! Thanx a bunch!