Hello, there readers! So many reviews! ::is happy:: This chapter's a bit short, because my muse has had to facillitate the writing of some other originals I've been working on, so he's a little outdone. Didn't want to make ya'll wait, though, so I made him work a bit more. ::watches Jack-the-muse lying on his side on the desk, panting heavily.:: Hope you enjoy, and please review, and Jack will dance for you! ::watches as Jack gives me a shocked look and passes out:: Oh well. When he wakes up!
Chapter Three: To think about what you've done
Cotton was the first one to hear the hysterical screams of the five-year-old. He knew Anna-Maria was up in the sails, and he decided to investigate. The ear-splitting noise was coming from down below, and his parrot refused to follow him down there. Holding a hand over either ear, Cotton made his way towards the source of the sound. It led him down to the brig, where Jack was standing across from the cell, looking vindicated and quite pleased with himself. The little girl was standing inside the cell, shaking the bars and screaming her head off. When she saw Cotton enter, she yelled,
"HELP ME! HE'S LOCKED ME IN HERE! GET ANNA-MARIA!"
Cotton looked stunned, then turned to do just that, but Jack grabbed him before he could make it out of the brig.
"Do not," he warned, "get Anna-Maria, or I'll lock you in here, too, savvy?" He gave Cotton's shoulders a vicious shake and growled menacingly, all of his good humor from a moment ago vanished without a trace. Cotton gave him a startled nod, and scurried up the stairs.
"You monster!" cried Ellie, furiously.
"Why?" asked Jack, conversationally. Now that he was out of the reach of her clutching sticky little fingers, he felt much more secure, and that much more tolerant of the little brat.
"You locked me in this jail!" Ellie was looking absolutely daggers at the pirate before her. Jack swayed back a little and put a hand to his breast as if insulted. Ellie looked as if she expected him to apologize, but instead he said,
"Love, it's called a brig."
"Don't call me 'love'!" Ellie barked, hope going from her face.
"'Course not, love."
Ellie growled at him.
"If you don't let me out right now, I am going to scream again!"
"Go ahead," said Jack, enjoying this. "Anna-Maria's up in the sails … she can't hear you. And I'm leaving."
Ellie opened her mouth and started that endless wail of hers. Jack started up the stairs, hiding his grimace from her. Half-way up, though, she hit a particularly high note and he swayed so violently that he started, tripped over something (he wouldn't realize until later that it was that damned pillow-case, not as gone as he had thought). He tumbled down backwards down the stairs. Gold coins went flying everywhere from various pockets on his clothes, and his usual jewelry jingled madly. He made quite a ruckus.
Ellie had stopped screaming long enough to stare at him, and when he landed, and shook his head, looking dazed, she burst into mirthful laughter. Jack was not nearly as amused. He managed to get himself to his feet and started putting the coins back into their respective pockets. He stood up and stalked towards her (it seemed he had been doing that a lot lately …) and opened his mouth to tell her off for laughing at him, when suddenly he felt the cool, smooth metal of a sword tip press against his neck.
Jack turned slowly, the usual look of vague surprise he always wore when faced with a sword tip (or a gun barrel, or a cutlass, or a dagger, or the hand of an angry woman, or any other dangerous instrument that could do harm to his very valuable person) on his face now.
Anna-Maria held the sword, and she was looking very, very angry. Jack gave her his most winning smile.
"Parlay?" he suggested.
Anna-Maria said nothing, but steered him at sword-point into the cell opposite Ellie's. She backed out quickly and locked him in. Then she marched over to Ellie and unlocked the little girl.
"Ellie, you go up on deck, I'm going to have a few words with Captain Jack here." Ellie nodded, gave her a quick hug, and disappeared. Then Anna-Maria lit into him.
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, JACK SPARROW!"
Jack held up a finger.
"Captain Jack, if you ple--"
"JACK!" Anna-Maria barked in a voice that suggested that now was not the time for flippancy. "YOU LOCKED HER IN THE BRIG! WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING? I AM SPEECHLESS!"
"This is mutiny, you know," said Jack, calmly. "Let me out, Anna-Maria."
"NO!" said Anna-Maria. Then, more calmly, "I don't think I will. I think I'll leave you down here for a bit to think about what you've done."
"What are you, my mother?" asked Jack, sarcastically. Anna-Maria said nothing, but marched upstairs, leaving an extremely apprehensive Jack to wonder if she was going to rally the sailors into committing mutiny. Not a good thing, not again. And apparently this was the end of THIS relationship. He highly doubted he could ever woo her back, not as mad as she was now. For when Anna-Maria got mad, she stayed mad. And it was all that little brat's fault! Jack began to cast around for a way to escape the cell.
Chapter Three: To think about what you've done
Cotton was the first one to hear the hysterical screams of the five-year-old. He knew Anna-Maria was up in the sails, and he decided to investigate. The ear-splitting noise was coming from down below, and his parrot refused to follow him down there. Holding a hand over either ear, Cotton made his way towards the source of the sound. It led him down to the brig, where Jack was standing across from the cell, looking vindicated and quite pleased with himself. The little girl was standing inside the cell, shaking the bars and screaming her head off. When she saw Cotton enter, she yelled,
"HELP ME! HE'S LOCKED ME IN HERE! GET ANNA-MARIA!"
Cotton looked stunned, then turned to do just that, but Jack grabbed him before he could make it out of the brig.
"Do not," he warned, "get Anna-Maria, or I'll lock you in here, too, savvy?" He gave Cotton's shoulders a vicious shake and growled menacingly, all of his good humor from a moment ago vanished without a trace. Cotton gave him a startled nod, and scurried up the stairs.
"You monster!" cried Ellie, furiously.
"Why?" asked Jack, conversationally. Now that he was out of the reach of her clutching sticky little fingers, he felt much more secure, and that much more tolerant of the little brat.
"You locked me in this jail!" Ellie was looking absolutely daggers at the pirate before her. Jack swayed back a little and put a hand to his breast as if insulted. Ellie looked as if she expected him to apologize, but instead he said,
"Love, it's called a brig."
"Don't call me 'love'!" Ellie barked, hope going from her face.
"'Course not, love."
Ellie growled at him.
"If you don't let me out right now, I am going to scream again!"
"Go ahead," said Jack, enjoying this. "Anna-Maria's up in the sails … she can't hear you. And I'm leaving."
Ellie opened her mouth and started that endless wail of hers. Jack started up the stairs, hiding his grimace from her. Half-way up, though, she hit a particularly high note and he swayed so violently that he started, tripped over something (he wouldn't realize until later that it was that damned pillow-case, not as gone as he had thought). He tumbled down backwards down the stairs. Gold coins went flying everywhere from various pockets on his clothes, and his usual jewelry jingled madly. He made quite a ruckus.
Ellie had stopped screaming long enough to stare at him, and when he landed, and shook his head, looking dazed, she burst into mirthful laughter. Jack was not nearly as amused. He managed to get himself to his feet and started putting the coins back into their respective pockets. He stood up and stalked towards her (it seemed he had been doing that a lot lately …) and opened his mouth to tell her off for laughing at him, when suddenly he felt the cool, smooth metal of a sword tip press against his neck.
Jack turned slowly, the usual look of vague surprise he always wore when faced with a sword tip (or a gun barrel, or a cutlass, or a dagger, or the hand of an angry woman, or any other dangerous instrument that could do harm to his very valuable person) on his face now.
Anna-Maria held the sword, and she was looking very, very angry. Jack gave her his most winning smile.
"Parlay?" he suggested.
Anna-Maria said nothing, but steered him at sword-point into the cell opposite Ellie's. She backed out quickly and locked him in. Then she marched over to Ellie and unlocked the little girl.
"Ellie, you go up on deck, I'm going to have a few words with Captain Jack here." Ellie nodded, gave her a quick hug, and disappeared. Then Anna-Maria lit into him.
"I DON'T BELIEVE YOU, JACK SPARROW!"
Jack held up a finger.
"Captain Jack, if you ple--"
"JACK!" Anna-Maria barked in a voice that suggested that now was not the time for flippancy. "YOU LOCKED HER IN THE BRIG! WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU THINKING? I AM SPEECHLESS!"
"This is mutiny, you know," said Jack, calmly. "Let me out, Anna-Maria."
"NO!" said Anna-Maria. Then, more calmly, "I don't think I will. I think I'll leave you down here for a bit to think about what you've done."
"What are you, my mother?" asked Jack, sarcastically. Anna-Maria said nothing, but marched upstairs, leaving an extremely apprehensive Jack to wonder if she was going to rally the sailors into committing mutiny. Not a good thing, not again. And apparently this was the end of THIS relationship. He highly doubted he could ever woo her back, not as mad as she was now. For when Anna-Maria got mad, she stayed mad. And it was all that little brat's fault! Jack began to cast around for a way to escape the cell.