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Shark-bite
Jack was slowly lowered down into the swirling waters. Once he was in
the crew gave slack to the rope. Jack peered through the rain and saw
Anamaria struggling a few feet away. As Jack made his way over to her
a flash of lighting illuminated his surroundings. A few feet behind
Anamaria, Jack saw, to his horror, the fin of a shark, slowly making
its way toward his crewmember.
Jack swam as hard as he could toward Anamaria. "Jack!" She cried out
when she saw him.
"CAPTAIN!" He yelled as he grabbed a hold of her. Jack then gave the
rope a vicious tug and immediately they felt themselves being drawn
towards the boat.
All of a sudden, Anamaria cried out in pain.
"What's the matter?" Jack yelled.
"Something- bit me!" She gasped. Fortunately by that time, they were
next to the Black Pearl and being pulled up.
Once they were hoisted up on deck, Jack looked at Anamaria and saw
that she had past out. A pool of blood was beginning to soak the deck
under Anamaria's leg.
"You alright, Jack?" Gibbs asked. Gibbs was the only member of the
crew who Jack gave any right to call him by his first name.
"I'm fine, but I can't say the same for little Anamaria here."
Mr. Gibbs inspected the wound. "Shark-bite," he announced.
"You know, I never would've guessed tha,'" Jack said sarcastically.
"Here," he then said, "someone tear a piece of their shirtsleeve off!"
"Why?" Stubs, the shortest crewmember asked, frowning.
"Because I'm not going to bloody tear off a piece of my shirt! Come
on, man!"
Stubs then ripped off his shirtsleeve and handed it to Jack. Jack took
it and, splitting it halfway down the middle, he proceeded to wrap it
around Anamaria's leg. Then he took the two split sides and had one
end wrap around one way and the other, the other way. Then he tied the
two ends together once they met.
Captain Sparrow then picked up Anamaria and began to head off
toward his cabin.
"Who has me effects?" he asked.
"I do, sir!" yelled Stubs.
"Very good, bring them into my quarters when you have a chance."
"Aye, aye, Captain!"
"And you can release the sails now that the storm's let up."
Anamaria woke to the soft light of a lantern swaying back and forth above her head.
"What- what happened?" she asked groggily.
"You fell off the bowsprit, darlin''" she heard Jack's voice say.
Anamaria lifted her head slightly to see Jack hovering over her leg.
She scowled and tried to lift it in order to kick him, but a searing
pain resulted in her trying to move it so she used her good leg.
Jack was sent to the floor when her calf connected with his skull.
"Ya bloomin' bird-brained, addle-pated twit! What business do ye have inspectin' me leg?"
"You fell off the bowsprit; I saved your life; you were bitten by a
shark and by the courtesy of Stubs' shirtsleeve I bandaged up your
leg, savvy?" He replied as he got painfully to his feet.
"You did that all for me?" Anamaria asked with grateful smile that,
for Jack, sent a surprising warm rush through him; as if he had
suddenly caught fire. Jack covered himself by saying, "well, I
couldn't let you bloody bleed all over my deck."
Anamaria's grateful grin turned into a serious scowl. "Why you egg
suckin' bilge rat!"
"Sticks and stones, love," Jack said with his trademark grin.
Shark-bite
Jack was slowly lowered down into the swirling waters. Once he was in
the crew gave slack to the rope. Jack peered through the rain and saw
Anamaria struggling a few feet away. As Jack made his way over to her
a flash of lighting illuminated his surroundings. A few feet behind
Anamaria, Jack saw, to his horror, the fin of a shark, slowly making
its way toward his crewmember.
Jack swam as hard as he could toward Anamaria. "Jack!" She cried out
when she saw him.
"CAPTAIN!" He yelled as he grabbed a hold of her. Jack then gave the
rope a vicious tug and immediately they felt themselves being drawn
towards the boat.
All of a sudden, Anamaria cried out in pain.
"What's the matter?" Jack yelled.
"Something- bit me!" She gasped. Fortunately by that time, they were
next to the Black Pearl and being pulled up.
Once they were hoisted up on deck, Jack looked at Anamaria and saw
that she had past out. A pool of blood was beginning to soak the deck
under Anamaria's leg.
"You alright, Jack?" Gibbs asked. Gibbs was the only member of the
crew who Jack gave any right to call him by his first name.
"I'm fine, but I can't say the same for little Anamaria here."
Mr. Gibbs inspected the wound. "Shark-bite," he announced.
"You know, I never would've guessed tha,'" Jack said sarcastically.
"Here," he then said, "someone tear a piece of their shirtsleeve off!"
"Why?" Stubs, the shortest crewmember asked, frowning.
"Because I'm not going to bloody tear off a piece of my shirt! Come
on, man!"
Stubs then ripped off his shirtsleeve and handed it to Jack. Jack took
it and, splitting it halfway down the middle, he proceeded to wrap it
around Anamaria's leg. Then he took the two split sides and had one
end wrap around one way and the other, the other way. Then he tied the
two ends together once they met.
Captain Sparrow then picked up Anamaria and began to head off
toward his cabin.
"Who has me effects?" he asked.
"I do, sir!" yelled Stubs.
"Very good, bring them into my quarters when you have a chance."
"Aye, aye, Captain!"
"And you can release the sails now that the storm's let up."
Anamaria woke to the soft light of a lantern swaying back and forth above her head.
"What- what happened?" she asked groggily.
"You fell off the bowsprit, darlin''" she heard Jack's voice say.
Anamaria lifted her head slightly to see Jack hovering over her leg.
She scowled and tried to lift it in order to kick him, but a searing
pain resulted in her trying to move it so she used her good leg.
Jack was sent to the floor when her calf connected with his skull.
"Ya bloomin' bird-brained, addle-pated twit! What business do ye have inspectin' me leg?"
"You fell off the bowsprit; I saved your life; you were bitten by a
shark and by the courtesy of Stubs' shirtsleeve I bandaged up your
leg, savvy?" He replied as he got painfully to his feet.
"You did that all for me?" Anamaria asked with grateful smile that,
for Jack, sent a surprising warm rush through him; as if he had
suddenly caught fire. Jack covered himself by saying, "well, I
couldn't let you bloody bleed all over my deck."
Anamaria's grateful grin turned into a serious scowl. "Why you egg
suckin' bilge rat!"
"Sticks and stones, love," Jack said with his trademark grin.