The Eaglet of the Sparrow
Chapter 4: The Dark Moon Lady
Disclaimer: see chap 1
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
A bit later.
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Ceara came to with a pounding and sore head that foretold of many painful days ahead. She groaned and only when she went to steady her head did she realize that her hands were handcuffed to a ring above her head. She was sitting against the rolling side of a ship. It definitely wasn't the Pearl, she knew that ship better than the back of her hand. It was to dirty to be the Lady Margaret, so it had to be Dark Moon Lady. The Lady did not have a crib, or metal cage, like the Pearl but had rings all along the hold to tie slaves to with chains. The walls were cold, damp, and slimy; not much cleaning was done here.
Her feet were tied and she could feel bruises starting to rise all over her. She had not been transported very delicately. "Cea?" she heard Jack's worried tone and turned her head to stare at her father, he was tied up like she was to a ring above her head. He had lost his hat along the way and his shirt had little cuts with red around them all over him. "Yeah?" her voice was harsh and rough, but at least it was there.
He appraised her up and down, "You alright?" "Yeh," "Good." And then he turned back and continued to think or sleep or do whatever it was that went on in the mind of Captain Jack Sparrow's head. He was probably trying to figure out some way to bargain his way from death's claws again. He seemed to do that a lot; it was escape plan number one for him. And for him, it worked sometimes.
"What happened? How long have I been out? Who was that, that, woman?" She could not help the venom that leaked into the last word. But then again, any person who has just been captured, hit, and injured by some complete stranger who had a grudge against her dad, has the right to be angry.
"We were captured, about 5 minutes, and an old acquaintance." He said darkly and he went back to his brooding. She stared at him, then sighed and turned back to looking around.
Near the end of the hold was some barrels, casks, and boxes. Mostly wood with some metal, the hold was dark and gloomy. She stared about and automatically started to compare the Moon Lady to the Pearl.
While the Pearl was cleaned, if not very often or well, it was; it didn't look as if this ship ever was. The floor had dark stains on it, and the metal rings were the only things that looked oiled at all. The Lady looked slightly bigger than the Pearl but the Lady's hold was pretty empty, probably why she came south between slave trips, looking for merchant ships to regain some money to make repairs and stop for supplies and pleasures.
Suddenly the catch opened and the little rays of light that had filtered through the wooden door turned into a full beam of light. A pirate so darkly-tanned he looked black, with dreadlocks and the typical pirate outfit climbed down. He turned to the duo and gave them a nasty smile that promised no good. "You're to come with me" his deep voice rumbled and he gave them another evil smile.
He unlocked them one by one from the wall and relocked them to a chain he held. Then he tugged cruelly on the chain and their stiff limbs protested. Jack managed to stay on his feet, but Ceara fell forward onto the floor. Jack limped forward and helped her to stand back up. Ceara winced as she put weight on her feet. Jack turned and glared.
"You-" The pirate cut him off with a laugh and jerked again. Both of them wobbled and hopped forward and somehow managed to stay upright by grabbing onto each other. "Your just some whelp of a whore on the side of the street-" Ceara spat at the pirate but she must have touched a nerve, because his smile turned into a scowl and he jerked again. Ceara started to fall and then caught herself on a ring by the wall.
Suddenly another pirate bent his head and blocked the light as he yelled at them, "Blackie! You finished already? The cap's getting impa'tent." And abruptly the light was back as the pirate drew back.
"Come on" was all Blackie said as he led them to the ladder. Ceara notice the furrow on her father's face and gave him a questioning look, but he just shook hid head. They plodded to the ladder and with many grunts and maneuverings they managed to get up the ladder.
The sudden brightness hit them like a hammer and they couldn't see. But before their eyes adjusted, SLAP! Jack put his hand to his tender cheek and Ceara winced. "Now wait just a bloomin' min-" Jack started angrily, but his anger died away when he stared into Zara's fierce green eyes, "Why, 'lo Z!" he said cheerfully SLAP! "Don't you EVER call me that again!" Zara spat at him, "The person who called me that is DEAD!"
"Temper, temper," Ceara clicked her tongue and gave a disapproving and condescending look at Zara, SLAP, SLAP, and she was in the same condition as Jack. She stared angrily at Zara, as she felt her bottom lip start to bleed. The wind blew loose some strands of her dark hari into her face; but she did not shake her head to get them out of her half-closed eyes. She kept her eyes locked on Zara's. Zara merely gazed cruelly and satisfied at the girl. Jack jumped between the two and lifted his hands up as he started his haggling escape route "Now, Now, surely we can come to some agreement!"
Zara's eyes remained cruel as she listened to Jack blabber on, finally she rolled her eyes and yelled, "Stop, will you! She leaned in towards his face and he leaned back, right into Ceara. Ceara braced herself so she and Jack wouldn't fall. "Tell me Jack, tell me where it is." her voice was a cold whisper.
Jack's face was blank, "What are you talking about Z?" SLAP, "You KNOW what I'm talking about Jack." Her quiet voice was filled with an intensity of need. "Tell me Jack, or things can go nasty; and you know what I mean."
Jack gulped, he DID know. Pirate tortures weren't exactly known for their kindness. "Now Z, I really DON'T know what your talking about." Zara stared at him and then, her eyes never leaving Jack's, barked, "Take the girl back down, I want a PRIVATE word with Jack."
Ceara was led back down and tied again, but Blackie got a few more scrapes and bruises for the trouble. When she was left alone in the dark again, and her eyes were readjusting, she heard Jack yell in pain. She quivered and shook, the cold of the hold seeping to her bones as the fear fell in her throat to her heart. "Oh Jack, what is it now?" She murmured, and she shook so badly the chains tying her rattled in the dark. She bit her lip and tasted the salty blood for her slap and held back the tears that threatened to come.
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A bit darker I know. I was thinking about extending it but I am going to leave it here so you guys can read more! Tell me what you think so far.
Preview chap 4: Ceara learns ANOTHER of Jack's many secrets and we meet some old friends.
~Kit ;)
Chapter 4: The Dark Moon Lady
Disclaimer: see chap 1
Note: I may have gotten some facts wrong, and if I did, and you notice, please tell me and I will try to change it asap.
A bit later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ceara came to with a pounding and sore head that foretold of many painful days ahead. She groaned and only when she went to steady her head did she realize that her hands were handcuffed to a ring above her head. She was sitting against the rolling side of a ship. It definitely wasn't the Pearl, she knew that ship better than the back of her hand. It was to dirty to be the Lady Margaret, so it had to be Dark Moon Lady. The Lady did not have a crib, or metal cage, like the Pearl but had rings all along the hold to tie slaves to with chains. The walls were cold, damp, and slimy; not much cleaning was done here.
Her feet were tied and she could feel bruises starting to rise all over her. She had not been transported very delicately. "Cea?" she heard Jack's worried tone and turned her head to stare at her father, he was tied up like she was to a ring above her head. He had lost his hat along the way and his shirt had little cuts with red around them all over him. "Yeah?" her voice was harsh and rough, but at least it was there.
He appraised her up and down, "You alright?" "Yeh," "Good." And then he turned back and continued to think or sleep or do whatever it was that went on in the mind of Captain Jack Sparrow's head. He was probably trying to figure out some way to bargain his way from death's claws again. He seemed to do that a lot; it was escape plan number one for him. And for him, it worked sometimes.
"What happened? How long have I been out? Who was that, that, woman?" She could not help the venom that leaked into the last word. But then again, any person who has just been captured, hit, and injured by some complete stranger who had a grudge against her dad, has the right to be angry.
"We were captured, about 5 minutes, and an old acquaintance." He said darkly and he went back to his brooding. She stared at him, then sighed and turned back to looking around.
Near the end of the hold was some barrels, casks, and boxes. Mostly wood with some metal, the hold was dark and gloomy. She stared about and automatically started to compare the Moon Lady to the Pearl.
While the Pearl was cleaned, if not very often or well, it was; it didn't look as if this ship ever was. The floor had dark stains on it, and the metal rings were the only things that looked oiled at all. The Lady looked slightly bigger than the Pearl but the Lady's hold was pretty empty, probably why she came south between slave trips, looking for merchant ships to regain some money to make repairs and stop for supplies and pleasures.
Suddenly the catch opened and the little rays of light that had filtered through the wooden door turned into a full beam of light. A pirate so darkly-tanned he looked black, with dreadlocks and the typical pirate outfit climbed down. He turned to the duo and gave them a nasty smile that promised no good. "You're to come with me" his deep voice rumbled and he gave them another evil smile.
He unlocked them one by one from the wall and relocked them to a chain he held. Then he tugged cruelly on the chain and their stiff limbs protested. Jack managed to stay on his feet, but Ceara fell forward onto the floor. Jack limped forward and helped her to stand back up. Ceara winced as she put weight on her feet. Jack turned and glared.
"You-" The pirate cut him off with a laugh and jerked again. Both of them wobbled and hopped forward and somehow managed to stay upright by grabbing onto each other. "Your just some whelp of a whore on the side of the street-" Ceara spat at the pirate but she must have touched a nerve, because his smile turned into a scowl and he jerked again. Ceara started to fall and then caught herself on a ring by the wall.
Suddenly another pirate bent his head and blocked the light as he yelled at them, "Blackie! You finished already? The cap's getting impa'tent." And abruptly the light was back as the pirate drew back.
"Come on" was all Blackie said as he led them to the ladder. Ceara notice the furrow on her father's face and gave him a questioning look, but he just shook hid head. They plodded to the ladder and with many grunts and maneuverings they managed to get up the ladder.
The sudden brightness hit them like a hammer and they couldn't see. But before their eyes adjusted, SLAP! Jack put his hand to his tender cheek and Ceara winced. "Now wait just a bloomin' min-" Jack started angrily, but his anger died away when he stared into Zara's fierce green eyes, "Why, 'lo Z!" he said cheerfully SLAP! "Don't you EVER call me that again!" Zara spat at him, "The person who called me that is DEAD!"
"Temper, temper," Ceara clicked her tongue and gave a disapproving and condescending look at Zara, SLAP, SLAP, and she was in the same condition as Jack. She stared angrily at Zara, as she felt her bottom lip start to bleed. The wind blew loose some strands of her dark hari into her face; but she did not shake her head to get them out of her half-closed eyes. She kept her eyes locked on Zara's. Zara merely gazed cruelly and satisfied at the girl. Jack jumped between the two and lifted his hands up as he started his haggling escape route "Now, Now, surely we can come to some agreement!"
Zara's eyes remained cruel as she listened to Jack blabber on, finally she rolled her eyes and yelled, "Stop, will you! She leaned in towards his face and he leaned back, right into Ceara. Ceara braced herself so she and Jack wouldn't fall. "Tell me Jack, tell me where it is." her voice was a cold whisper.
Jack's face was blank, "What are you talking about Z?" SLAP, "You KNOW what I'm talking about Jack." Her quiet voice was filled with an intensity of need. "Tell me Jack, or things can go nasty; and you know what I mean."
Jack gulped, he DID know. Pirate tortures weren't exactly known for their kindness. "Now Z, I really DON'T know what your talking about." Zara stared at him and then, her eyes never leaving Jack's, barked, "Take the girl back down, I want a PRIVATE word with Jack."
Ceara was led back down and tied again, but Blackie got a few more scrapes and bruises for the trouble. When she was left alone in the dark again, and her eyes were readjusting, she heard Jack yell in pain. She quivered and shook, the cold of the hold seeping to her bones as the fear fell in her throat to her heart. "Oh Jack, what is it now?" She murmured, and she shook so badly the chains tying her rattled in the dark. She bit her lip and tasted the salty blood for her slap and held back the tears that threatened to come.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A bit darker I know. I was thinking about extending it but I am going to leave it here so you guys can read more! Tell me what you think so far.
Preview chap 4: Ceara learns ANOTHER of Jack's many secrets and we meet some old friends.
~Kit ;)
