Kat's eyes swam back into focus. Tears will do that to you, make the
world turn
to water around you. The Brock the pirate that had originally kidnapped her was carrying
Kat over his shoulder like a sack of flour. The next thing she knew she had been tossed
into a room. And heard Brocks voice say, "We'll be in Port Royal before you know it
missy. So just sit back and enjoy the trip." Just before he closed the door he added, "I'll
be back to make sure your trip isn't too solitary." The sound of men's laughter filled the
air around her. But Kat wouldn't cry, not so soon. Her head hurt too much to cry right
now. For the first time in her life Kat quietly passed out.
Kat was afraid. She couldn't help it. She was afraid that Jack was dead, she was
afraid that she would be dead soon, (or something worse). She might be brave but this
was a little much. Kat grabbed onto her knees, rolling herself almost into a ball on the
wet, wooden floor. Watching the moonlit enter the cabin. She remembered yesterday
night. The same moon was out, but the circumstances had changed drastically. If that
pirate, Brock, had put her in the brig she might feel a little better. Anything was better
than being locked in his cabin, waiting for him to return. Kat could hear laughing voices
walking near the door and over her head. "Why are they laughing!" She thought
outraged. Her outrage flowed through her saying, "Because you're not fighting! You're
curled up in the corner, holding yourself waiting to be rescued!" She shook herself and
stood up resolved to get out of this room and off this ship. She had just devised a plan
when she heard footsteps and watched as the handle turned in the lock. Kat threw herself
back into her corner holding her legs and pretending to cry.
The man that entered was tall and dark, but not really handsome. His long straight
black hair was tied severely behind him in a ponytail at the nap of his neck. His dirt
smeared face housed the ink blots that were his eyes. His face might have been gorgeous
once but all that perfection was ruined by long burns that marred the right half of his face.
He grinned evilly when he saw her huddled in the corner.
He stalked over to her and kneeling down said, "Welcome back on board the Red
Gold Miss Knightly. Sorry that we lost you there for a moment, and I hope," he said
losing his smile, "That that fool of a pirate you were with didn't do anything to you that
would make me upset."
"Why would you be upset?" Kat spat out at him, "Maybe because you didn't get
there first? Or maybe because I went willingly?"
Brock smiled and then back handed her, slamming Kat into the floor. "Don't
think for one moment that you have to be conscious for any of this." He added, "But it
would be more fun if you were."
Kat's eyes grew wide and frightened, "You can't, my uncle, my fiancé."
"You're uncle will never find out and as to your fiancé," Brock paused for a
moment, "His fault for letting you travel alone." Brock grabbed Kat's shoulder's hauling
her to her feet and smashed her into the wall, her head connected with a bright flash of
light behind her eyes. And when she could focus again she could feel Brock kissing her,
forcing her mouth open. He clutched her wrists, hard enough to leave a bruise and held
them against the wall.
A tear fell from her eye as she thought about how sweet Jack's had been and how
this just felt wrong, Donovan, her fiancé had never kissed her so she didn't really know
how it would feel. But she knew her lips weren't meant for this psycho, and it felt wrong.
An idea flashed across her mind like a blot of lightning. She relaxed herself, opening her
mouth to Brock. She felt him relax a little too. "Still not enough." She thought as Brock
loosened his hold on her hands. Then Brock slid his left hand down to clutch her breast.
Just before he touched her, she did several things at once. She bit his tongue, tasting
blood. She took her free hand snatched at the closest thing to her and hit him in the head
with it and she kneed him in the balls.
Brock didn't even know what hit him, before he could scream from the pain in his
mouth; he lost his breath and was knocked unconscious all at the same time. Kat dropped
the lantern that she had broken on his head. She kicked his still body and gagged Brock "I
hope you drown in your own blood you pig." With that done she took his sword and
carefully locked the cabin door behind her as she made her way to the deck.
The Intrepid was a beautiful ship, "nothing compared to the Pearl" he thought to
himself but then again he never would have been able to work the Pearl by himself.
Anna's ship was easy enough to work on your onesies. He had the sails full out and it
had been a favorable wind, sweeping him along toward the ship he was after and Kat.
Jack thought about her, about what she had promised him before she was taken.
She had sworn to go with him. To go with him where? What could he give her that that
pansy ass fiancé of hers couldn't? "A lifetime of running, of blood and of no real
security." He thought bitterly. And there's still the matter of getting the Pearl back. He
would follow Barbossa into hell to get his ship back, and from the rumors he just might
have to.
He let his mind wander happily for a moment and he could see himself the Captain of the
Black Pearl again with Kat by his side, sailing for treasure and adventure. "Wishful
thinking mate." He said to himself. The sound of the night waves crashing against his
boat. They sounded like they were laughing at him, after a few more minutes of this he
couldn't take it anymore. He burst out singing, "Yo Ho. Yo Ho. A pirates life for me!"
It had been awhile since he had started singing when he realized that he was
nearly on top of the ship that was holding Kat. He pulled out his scope and looked. He
could see in the moonlight that the sails of the ship were a deep crimson color and the
name elaborately painted on side read 'Red Gold'. "That's interesting." Jack said out loud
to the sea.
Kat popped her head up above deck and looked around. The men on the boat were
milling around doing their various jobs. She looked around for a moment and grabbed a
large, floppy leather hat that had been lying on the deck. "Stupid hair." She muttered to
her long red locks, as she shoved them up into the hat.
Kat started to sense a disturbance in the normal conduction of the pirates as the
look out said, "The'rs a ship off of port!"
"Jack." Kat thought to herself. She scrambled up on the deck to look out on the
water with the other pirates.
They were looking out not quite sure what to think. When a man, probably the
first mate, yelled at the men, "Well? What are you starring at you stupid blighters? Turn
and look the other way!" All the pirates turned to find themselves looking at the green
cliffs of Port Royal. The first mate yelled again, "Pull up the sails! Drop the anchor!
Faster you dogs!"
The men worked at a feverish pace. Kat dodged as well as she could, pretending
that she knew what she was doing. "Hey you boy!" someone yelled at her. She pointed to
herself stupidly and the man roared back, "Who else you stupid hog? Sheepshank this
rigging over there!" and with that Kat found herself holding a long rope. Now Kat didn't
know how to tie a sheepshank to save her life. So she did the only thing she
remembered how. She tied a little knot, the one her mother had taught her to do to the end
of a thread when you were sowing.
She needed to get off this boat. Just as she said this Brock, blood still slowly
oozing out of his mouth. Came up on deck. "Oh, no." Kat moaned.
Brock's voice was distorted by the obvious swelling of his tongue, but what he
lacked in annunciation he more than made up for in pure hate. "The girl is on the ship
somewhere! Find her, I want her here, in front of me. I don't care if she's conscious or
not! Bring her here!"
Kat turned to stare out at the water, she would never make it to the Intrepid and
the island was too far off as well. She thought for a moment then ran full speed down
bellow to the guns. She had no idea what she was really planning to do, or even if she
could do it when it became clear. She looked from the cannons to the powder to the
heavy cannon balls sitting in a corner. As she peered out of the hole where the cannon
was she could see the island clear and plane. "I hope this works." She muttered as she
scrambled for the powder and cannon balls.
She could hear the pirates closing in but it was too late, she touched the light to
the fuse and the cannon fired. Deafening her with its boom, she had been standing close
to the cannon when she lit it. A little too close. The recoil hit her in the legs and knocked
her flat on her back, knocking the wind out of her. As she struggled for breath she could
hear the entire ship flooding down into the cannon hold. She couldn't get caught by
them. She lifted herself to her feet dragging her badly bruised legs. The recoil had
knocked the hat off her head and now all her brilliant red tresses hung around her,
writhing her in flame. She looked down into the cool, black, night painted water. The
slam of boots behind her made her turn to look at Brock and the other pirates Brock
growled at her, "You're going to regret that you little bitch!"
He took a step towards her and Kat closed her eyes and flung herself into the
water.
"NO!" Jack had been watching the Red Gold since it had unexpectedly opened
fire on Port Royal, he had caught a glimpse of Kat's red hair and had watched her jump
into the water. The moonlight shimmered on the water, hiding Kat from view. Jack put
down his scope and turned the boat more toward the Red Gold. Heading straight for it.
The water was warm, she hadn't really thought that it would be warm. As she had
fallen into the water she had prepared herself for the cold shock of English water, but
now she was floating in a warm bath. Not that warm but nearly. But as she sank the water
grew cold, the blackness of the sea swallowing her. She heard the boom of a cannon shell
hitting land. She came back to herself, and she began to kick her legs, to struggle toward
that bright moon just above the surface. When her head broke from the water she took a
deep breath of air filling her lungs.
Then drifting to her from the dark angry voices screamed, "Get the long boats!
Get her back! And quickly before the sharks get her!"
That made Kat freeze, her eyes going wide, "Sharks!" she had never seen a real
shark before but she had seen them in books. Her imagination playing horrible images in
her mind of being ripped apart by sea monsters with long, sharp teeth. She needed to get
away from the ship but she couldn't move fear rooting her to her spot. She could only
tread water. Then in the corner of her eye she could see lights flickering as she realized
that her cannon ball had done its work, Port Royal was awake and the British navy was
on its way. A small thread of hope ran through her as she found the determination to
swim towards those distant lights.
"Too bloody clever by half." Jack thought to himself smiling proudly. Kat had
used her head and was bring herself help. If he could get his ship into port then he could
grab her as soon as she was landed by the Kings navy. Jack quickly turned his ship
heading into port.
Kat couldn't swim anymore. Her legs hurt too much, and her water filled boots
weren't making this any easier. She pointed her feet and felt the boots slip off. Suddenly
she felt lighter. She was about to start off again when a hand grabbed at her shoulder. Kat
screamed and tried to pull away. "Hold yerself miss. We are going to hurt you." Kat
looked at the hand holding her shoulder and nearly cried for joy when she recognized the
uniform of the British navy.
She allowed herself to be dragged up onto the small dingy. Her eyes widened and
she asked, "What about the pirates?"
"No worries miss the England is after them." The kind sailor said smiling at her,
"We're just rounding up some of the crew that was on the small boats looking for you."
"How did you know where to find me?" Kat asked frowning.
"A wild eyed man, with a crazy look on his face. Waved us down from his ship,
he said that he had thought he had seen a girl swimming towards shore. And that we
should look for you right quick savvy?"
"Jack." She whispered. Kat smiled lazily, finally being able to be calm.
Just as she was drifting into the sleep of utter exhaustion the sailor said, "Miss
what's your name?"
"Ekaterina Knightly." She muttered.
The other sailors in the boat began to exclaim, "The governor's niece!" "This is
going to mean promotions or medals or something."
But the sailor holding her said, "Well Miss Knightly your uncle and fiancé will be
thrilled to find your safe."
"My fiancé?" she thought to herself as she finally slid into a deep, long sleep.
Kat was standing on a beach, white sands and palm trees. The waves were coming
just over her toes. She could feel the sand beneath her bare feet. She was watching a ship
sailing into the distance. Why was she waving goodbye? They would be back. She knew
it. But when? And why were they leaving? This island was so beautiful who wouldn't
want to stay here? She heard a song floating to her on the wind, "We're really bad
eggs.." She sang back "Drink up me hearties You Ho." Powerful arms came around her
waist, she tilted her head and recognized Jack's dirt smudged face. He was the only dirty
person on the planet that she liked dirty. "I thought you were leaving?"
"I am love." He said touching her ear with his lips.
"Let me go with you." She pleaded to him. She turned to him and kissed him
passionately.
"Jack please." But suddenly Jack was gone and their were different hands on her
shoulders.
Kat opened her eyes and realized she had been dreaming. The man's whose hands
were on her shoulders was her uncle. A kind looking old man with a long gray wig and
smart green eyes. "Oh Ekaterina I'm so relieved you're alright!" She sat up and hugged
him and he continued, "I was so afraid I would never see you again."
She smiled thinking how odd it was that she really had missed him. Seeing him
again had brought that it sharp focus.
"I missed you too uncle." She finally got out. She looked around again and found
that she was in a very modern big bed and comfortable furniture. "Where am I?"
"You're in my home, our home." He added happily.
The bright morning sunlight streamed through the elegant French windows and
she was about to speak again when a tentative knock came on the door.
"Who is it?" Kat asked. The door opened and their stood a tall man, dressed richly
with curly blond hair combed back into a low ponytail and thoughtful gray eyes.
"Donovan." Kat said her heart happy to see him but growing cold as everything that had
happened to her came back into the forefront of her mind.
"Ekaterina!" he exclaimed, Kat didn't like everyone calling her Ekaterina, she
liked Kat better. As Donovan came over to the bed he embraced her warmly but with the
stuffy well bred inhibitions all well-to-do men had.
Her uncle smiled at them and said, "Well, I'm going to let you two get
reacquainted.
As soon as he left the room Donovan kissed Kat. For a moment she was too
surprised to do anything. But the kiss didn't feel right. It was missing something. She
opened her mouth and touched his lips with her tongue.
Donovan pulled back and said, "I'm sorry. That was wrong."
Yes it was wrong, but not in the way he meant it. She finally had the answer to
her question. Jack was the only one that could kiss her and make the world melt, the only
one in the world that she could love. He had her heart. And what could she do now?
More to come! I'll try to get some actually fluff in and next chapter their will be lots more Jack Sparrow. Because he's so sexy! ^_^
to water around you. The Brock the pirate that had originally kidnapped her was carrying
Kat over his shoulder like a sack of flour. The next thing she knew she had been tossed
into a room. And heard Brocks voice say, "We'll be in Port Royal before you know it
missy. So just sit back and enjoy the trip." Just before he closed the door he added, "I'll
be back to make sure your trip isn't too solitary." The sound of men's laughter filled the
air around her. But Kat wouldn't cry, not so soon. Her head hurt too much to cry right
now. For the first time in her life Kat quietly passed out.
Kat was afraid. She couldn't help it. She was afraid that Jack was dead, she was
afraid that she would be dead soon, (or something worse). She might be brave but this
was a little much. Kat grabbed onto her knees, rolling herself almost into a ball on the
wet, wooden floor. Watching the moonlit enter the cabin. She remembered yesterday
night. The same moon was out, but the circumstances had changed drastically. If that
pirate, Brock, had put her in the brig she might feel a little better. Anything was better
than being locked in his cabin, waiting for him to return. Kat could hear laughing voices
walking near the door and over her head. "Why are they laughing!" She thought
outraged. Her outrage flowed through her saying, "Because you're not fighting! You're
curled up in the corner, holding yourself waiting to be rescued!" She shook herself and
stood up resolved to get out of this room and off this ship. She had just devised a plan
when she heard footsteps and watched as the handle turned in the lock. Kat threw herself
back into her corner holding her legs and pretending to cry.
The man that entered was tall and dark, but not really handsome. His long straight
black hair was tied severely behind him in a ponytail at the nap of his neck. His dirt
smeared face housed the ink blots that were his eyes. His face might have been gorgeous
once but all that perfection was ruined by long burns that marred the right half of his face.
He grinned evilly when he saw her huddled in the corner.
He stalked over to her and kneeling down said, "Welcome back on board the Red
Gold Miss Knightly. Sorry that we lost you there for a moment, and I hope," he said
losing his smile, "That that fool of a pirate you were with didn't do anything to you that
would make me upset."
"Why would you be upset?" Kat spat out at him, "Maybe because you didn't get
there first? Or maybe because I went willingly?"
Brock smiled and then back handed her, slamming Kat into the floor. "Don't
think for one moment that you have to be conscious for any of this." He added, "But it
would be more fun if you were."
Kat's eyes grew wide and frightened, "You can't, my uncle, my fiancé."
"You're uncle will never find out and as to your fiancé," Brock paused for a
moment, "His fault for letting you travel alone." Brock grabbed Kat's shoulder's hauling
her to her feet and smashed her into the wall, her head connected with a bright flash of
light behind her eyes. And when she could focus again she could feel Brock kissing her,
forcing her mouth open. He clutched her wrists, hard enough to leave a bruise and held
them against the wall.
A tear fell from her eye as she thought about how sweet Jack's had been and how
this just felt wrong, Donovan, her fiancé had never kissed her so she didn't really know
how it would feel. But she knew her lips weren't meant for this psycho, and it felt wrong.
An idea flashed across her mind like a blot of lightning. She relaxed herself, opening her
mouth to Brock. She felt him relax a little too. "Still not enough." She thought as Brock
loosened his hold on her hands. Then Brock slid his left hand down to clutch her breast.
Just before he touched her, she did several things at once. She bit his tongue, tasting
blood. She took her free hand snatched at the closest thing to her and hit him in the head
with it and she kneed him in the balls.
Brock didn't even know what hit him, before he could scream from the pain in his
mouth; he lost his breath and was knocked unconscious all at the same time. Kat dropped
the lantern that she had broken on his head. She kicked his still body and gagged Brock "I
hope you drown in your own blood you pig." With that done she took his sword and
carefully locked the cabin door behind her as she made her way to the deck.
The Intrepid was a beautiful ship, "nothing compared to the Pearl" he thought to
himself but then again he never would have been able to work the Pearl by himself.
Anna's ship was easy enough to work on your onesies. He had the sails full out and it
had been a favorable wind, sweeping him along toward the ship he was after and Kat.
Jack thought about her, about what she had promised him before she was taken.
She had sworn to go with him. To go with him where? What could he give her that that
pansy ass fiancé of hers couldn't? "A lifetime of running, of blood and of no real
security." He thought bitterly. And there's still the matter of getting the Pearl back. He
would follow Barbossa into hell to get his ship back, and from the rumors he just might
have to.
He let his mind wander happily for a moment and he could see himself the Captain of the
Black Pearl again with Kat by his side, sailing for treasure and adventure. "Wishful
thinking mate." He said to himself. The sound of the night waves crashing against his
boat. They sounded like they were laughing at him, after a few more minutes of this he
couldn't take it anymore. He burst out singing, "Yo Ho. Yo Ho. A pirates life for me!"
It had been awhile since he had started singing when he realized that he was
nearly on top of the ship that was holding Kat. He pulled out his scope and looked. He
could see in the moonlight that the sails of the ship were a deep crimson color and the
name elaborately painted on side read 'Red Gold'. "That's interesting." Jack said out loud
to the sea.
Kat popped her head up above deck and looked around. The men on the boat were
milling around doing their various jobs. She looked around for a moment and grabbed a
large, floppy leather hat that had been lying on the deck. "Stupid hair." She muttered to
her long red locks, as she shoved them up into the hat.
Kat started to sense a disturbance in the normal conduction of the pirates as the
look out said, "The'rs a ship off of port!"
"Jack." Kat thought to herself. She scrambled up on the deck to look out on the
water with the other pirates.
They were looking out not quite sure what to think. When a man, probably the
first mate, yelled at the men, "Well? What are you starring at you stupid blighters? Turn
and look the other way!" All the pirates turned to find themselves looking at the green
cliffs of Port Royal. The first mate yelled again, "Pull up the sails! Drop the anchor!
Faster you dogs!"
The men worked at a feverish pace. Kat dodged as well as she could, pretending
that she knew what she was doing. "Hey you boy!" someone yelled at her. She pointed to
herself stupidly and the man roared back, "Who else you stupid hog? Sheepshank this
rigging over there!" and with that Kat found herself holding a long rope. Now Kat didn't
know how to tie a sheepshank to save her life. So she did the only thing she
remembered how. She tied a little knot, the one her mother had taught her to do to the end
of a thread when you were sowing.
She needed to get off this boat. Just as she said this Brock, blood still slowly
oozing out of his mouth. Came up on deck. "Oh, no." Kat moaned.
Brock's voice was distorted by the obvious swelling of his tongue, but what he
lacked in annunciation he more than made up for in pure hate. "The girl is on the ship
somewhere! Find her, I want her here, in front of me. I don't care if she's conscious or
not! Bring her here!"
Kat turned to stare out at the water, she would never make it to the Intrepid and
the island was too far off as well. She thought for a moment then ran full speed down
bellow to the guns. She had no idea what she was really planning to do, or even if she
could do it when it became clear. She looked from the cannons to the powder to the
heavy cannon balls sitting in a corner. As she peered out of the hole where the cannon
was she could see the island clear and plane. "I hope this works." She muttered as she
scrambled for the powder and cannon balls.
She could hear the pirates closing in but it was too late, she touched the light to
the fuse and the cannon fired. Deafening her with its boom, she had been standing close
to the cannon when she lit it. A little too close. The recoil hit her in the legs and knocked
her flat on her back, knocking the wind out of her. As she struggled for breath she could
hear the entire ship flooding down into the cannon hold. She couldn't get caught by
them. She lifted herself to her feet dragging her badly bruised legs. The recoil had
knocked the hat off her head and now all her brilliant red tresses hung around her,
writhing her in flame. She looked down into the cool, black, night painted water. The
slam of boots behind her made her turn to look at Brock and the other pirates Brock
growled at her, "You're going to regret that you little bitch!"
He took a step towards her and Kat closed her eyes and flung herself into the
water.
"NO!" Jack had been watching the Red Gold since it had unexpectedly opened
fire on Port Royal, he had caught a glimpse of Kat's red hair and had watched her jump
into the water. The moonlight shimmered on the water, hiding Kat from view. Jack put
down his scope and turned the boat more toward the Red Gold. Heading straight for it.
The water was warm, she hadn't really thought that it would be warm. As she had
fallen into the water she had prepared herself for the cold shock of English water, but
now she was floating in a warm bath. Not that warm but nearly. But as she sank the water
grew cold, the blackness of the sea swallowing her. She heard the boom of a cannon shell
hitting land. She came back to herself, and she began to kick her legs, to struggle toward
that bright moon just above the surface. When her head broke from the water she took a
deep breath of air filling her lungs.
Then drifting to her from the dark angry voices screamed, "Get the long boats!
Get her back! And quickly before the sharks get her!"
That made Kat freeze, her eyes going wide, "Sharks!" she had never seen a real
shark before but she had seen them in books. Her imagination playing horrible images in
her mind of being ripped apart by sea monsters with long, sharp teeth. She needed to get
away from the ship but she couldn't move fear rooting her to her spot. She could only
tread water. Then in the corner of her eye she could see lights flickering as she realized
that her cannon ball had done its work, Port Royal was awake and the British navy was
on its way. A small thread of hope ran through her as she found the determination to
swim towards those distant lights.
"Too bloody clever by half." Jack thought to himself smiling proudly. Kat had
used her head and was bring herself help. If he could get his ship into port then he could
grab her as soon as she was landed by the Kings navy. Jack quickly turned his ship
heading into port.
Kat couldn't swim anymore. Her legs hurt too much, and her water filled boots
weren't making this any easier. She pointed her feet and felt the boots slip off. Suddenly
she felt lighter. She was about to start off again when a hand grabbed at her shoulder. Kat
screamed and tried to pull away. "Hold yerself miss. We are going to hurt you." Kat
looked at the hand holding her shoulder and nearly cried for joy when she recognized the
uniform of the British navy.
She allowed herself to be dragged up onto the small dingy. Her eyes widened and
she asked, "What about the pirates?"
"No worries miss the England is after them." The kind sailor said smiling at her,
"We're just rounding up some of the crew that was on the small boats looking for you."
"How did you know where to find me?" Kat asked frowning.
"A wild eyed man, with a crazy look on his face. Waved us down from his ship,
he said that he had thought he had seen a girl swimming towards shore. And that we
should look for you right quick savvy?"
"Jack." She whispered. Kat smiled lazily, finally being able to be calm.
Just as she was drifting into the sleep of utter exhaustion the sailor said, "Miss
what's your name?"
"Ekaterina Knightly." She muttered.
The other sailors in the boat began to exclaim, "The governor's niece!" "This is
going to mean promotions or medals or something."
But the sailor holding her said, "Well Miss Knightly your uncle and fiancé will be
thrilled to find your safe."
"My fiancé?" she thought to herself as she finally slid into a deep, long sleep.
Kat was standing on a beach, white sands and palm trees. The waves were coming
just over her toes. She could feel the sand beneath her bare feet. She was watching a ship
sailing into the distance. Why was she waving goodbye? They would be back. She knew
it. But when? And why were they leaving? This island was so beautiful who wouldn't
want to stay here? She heard a song floating to her on the wind, "We're really bad
eggs.." She sang back "Drink up me hearties You Ho." Powerful arms came around her
waist, she tilted her head and recognized Jack's dirt smudged face. He was the only dirty
person on the planet that she liked dirty. "I thought you were leaving?"
"I am love." He said touching her ear with his lips.
"Let me go with you." She pleaded to him. She turned to him and kissed him
passionately.
"Jack please." But suddenly Jack was gone and their were different hands on her
shoulders.
Kat opened her eyes and realized she had been dreaming. The man's whose hands
were on her shoulders was her uncle. A kind looking old man with a long gray wig and
smart green eyes. "Oh Ekaterina I'm so relieved you're alright!" She sat up and hugged
him and he continued, "I was so afraid I would never see you again."
She smiled thinking how odd it was that she really had missed him. Seeing him
again had brought that it sharp focus.
"I missed you too uncle." She finally got out. She looked around again and found
that she was in a very modern big bed and comfortable furniture. "Where am I?"
"You're in my home, our home." He added happily.
The bright morning sunlight streamed through the elegant French windows and
she was about to speak again when a tentative knock came on the door.
"Who is it?" Kat asked. The door opened and their stood a tall man, dressed richly
with curly blond hair combed back into a low ponytail and thoughtful gray eyes.
"Donovan." Kat said her heart happy to see him but growing cold as everything that had
happened to her came back into the forefront of her mind.
"Ekaterina!" he exclaimed, Kat didn't like everyone calling her Ekaterina, she
liked Kat better. As Donovan came over to the bed he embraced her warmly but with the
stuffy well bred inhibitions all well-to-do men had.
Her uncle smiled at them and said, "Well, I'm going to let you two get
reacquainted.
As soon as he left the room Donovan kissed Kat. For a moment she was too
surprised to do anything. But the kiss didn't feel right. It was missing something. She
opened her mouth and touched his lips with her tongue.
Donovan pulled back and said, "I'm sorry. That was wrong."
Yes it was wrong, but not in the way he meant it. She finally had the answer to
her question. Jack was the only one that could kiss her and make the world melt, the only
one in the world that she could love. He had her heart. And what could she do now?
More to come! I'll try to get some actually fluff in and next chapter their will be lots more Jack Sparrow. Because he's so sexy! ^_^
