Even Villains Learn to Love
Chappy 8
Note: Since Jack Sparrow is only a heavy drinker, the word 'crack' does not imply the use of drugs! U people think he's a druggie. lol read up me hearties!
Confession of Love
Jacks POV
CRACK. Pause. CRACK. Deep breath. CRACK CRACK. Nausea. CRACK. Squint. CRACK CRACK CRACK. Another, very deep breath. CRACK. Sickness. CRACK. Exhale. CRACK. Darkness.
End Jacks POV
Hours upon hours later..
It was dark in the hull where Mara was and Jack lay unconscious. Its rank smell and humidity would have made any man go mad, but Mara persisted through it, waking up later to the sound of footsteps above her head. She looked towards the stairs in which she was brought down and the last rays of the dieing Sun made there way down and barely lit the hull. She scratched her head and as her senses came awoke she remembered Jack. She quickly turned and looked at him.
"Jack." She said in an audible whisper. "Jack. Are ye awake yet? Jack! Please Jack, wake up. Wake up and show me that yer alive. Please." She held onto the vertical cell bars with both her hands and sat on her knees looking towards the slumped body of Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Jack." Her voice trailed off as she heard yelling above.
"Get him. 20 lashes. Her too. 35. walk the plank. tommorro."
Mara gasped at this. "Jack ye hafta wake up!" She said in a louder voice. She looked towards the stairs but didn't hear anyone come down. She turned at the sound of Jack stirring and she watched him move ever so slightly.
"Jack." She whispered to him. His back had stopped bleeding but it was still a very painful sight to see. Dried blood caked upon his slashed back and it had dripped onto the floor around him. He started to sit up and stopped about half way due to the pain.
"Ugh. ouch. me back."
"Jack, you got whipped. lay down again it wont be as painful." Mara told him in a grave and concerned tone.
"I no I got whipped. I'm sittin' up and facin' ye Mara. Don't try and be me mom." Jack snapped at her as he sat up and slowly turned to face her.
"But Jack. yer back, it must."
"Stop freakin' out o'er me back. This isn't the last time Merdoro is gonna whip one o' us. It's gonna 'appen again fer me and prolly to ye." He said looking at her.
Mara gasped silently as she saw his face. All the color had gone and he was pale, even if he was tanned usually. His hair had blood in it, probably from when he hit the ground when Merdoro's crew threw him into the cell. His bandana was all out of place and he was breathing slowly but in short quick gasps. He could barely hold himself up and Mara wanted to be there for him and to sooth his pains and make him lay down. But she could find know way to pick the lock on the cell door.
"Go and get Mara and her 'Jack- poo'!" They heard one of the crew members call out.
"Looks like Merdoro's askin' us to dinner, luv." Jack said in his usual voice but with a sort of pain and sadness in it.
Then there were footsteps on the stairs. The two big burly men from the day before came down. One came to Mara's cell and she immediately moved to the back of the cell and pressed her body up against the back wall, ready to fight. Jack just looked up to the man and gave in, knowing that putting up a fight would only cause him more pain then he already wanted.
Mara stood to face the man and he rushed her, picking her up over his shoulder and leaving the cell. She kicked and screamed and bit, but the nasty smelling and looking man seemed to be immune to it. She was taken up to the main deck and she saw through upside- down eyes that Jack's hands had been tied and the man holding him with a gag. She was led to where Jack had been whipped and her hands tied in the same fashion. Only she faced the crew and the man who was going to whip her stood behind her on the other side.
Mara took a deep breath and prepared for the punishment that awaited her.
"Wot 'bout 'er shirt, Cap'ain?" One of the crew members that was close to Merdoro asked.
"It wouldn't be proper to take off the shirt of our lady guest, now would it?" Merdoro Platt answered his impatient crew member.
"You may begin anytime." He turned and told the masked man who held the whip. Immediately Jack started to flail around and try to break free of the mans grasp. He didn't get far because the man elbowed him in the back and Jack doubled over in pain, the gag still tight around his mouth. His reaction was distracted by the sound of the whip and Mara's loud screaming gasp. He started to mumble against the gag and tried again to break free and the man just held it tighter.
CRACK! The whip hit Mara again and she called out. Blood had already begun to fall onto her back and soak her thin white shirt.
"O damn it, this is gonna be no fun cuzz the she- pirate already is screamin' fer mercy." Another one of the murderous crew said loud enough for even Mara to hear.
"I am no. CRACK. ahhh.. Wimp!" She said as another lash hit her hard in the back. Jack was struggling now to break free of his hold and he moved so that he could elbow the man in the ribs. It worked and the gag fell free of his mouth and the man holding him captive crumbled in pain.
"Ahh, so ye got a weakness, huh?" Jack asked the man who recovered quickly and grabbed hold of Jack again. CRACK CRACK CRACK. He heard the whip hit Mara's back and her screaming in pain increase.
"I hate.CRACK. you.Merdoro." Mara spat at the Captain of the Albtraum and he felt taken aback.
"Ah yes, miss Mara, and who exactly do you love?" Merdoro asked her in his sly, sneaky kind of voice and turned to Jack and gave him an evil look.
"I.CRACK.love..CRACK.Jack.CRACK.Spar.CRACK" Her last words were cut short by the crack of the whip and she felt her eyes roll back into her head and her world went black.
"NOO!!! How could you, noo!!!" Jack yelled as he struggled against his captor.
"Oh, please don't fret Mr. Sparrow." Merdoro came up to Jack and he spit in Platt's face.
Merdoro whipped his face off with his fingers and gave Jack a look that would bare holes through anyone.
"I was just going to sent ye down to yer cell with yer girly fren Mara, but since that last treatment." His voice trailed off and Jack returned the stare, he was the only one Platt's daggers didn't seem to have any affect on.
"I think yer gonna be next."
AHHH. Our beloved Jack may be hurt again. o no. But keep checkin back for updates. And I thank all of the people that are following this story and REVIEWING. Your help has given me idea's that will, or already has, made a difference in the plot of this story. Thank ye so much!! And remember to press that little itty bitty button down there at the bottom of the page. (Points towards the Submit button and winks)
Chappy 8
Note: Since Jack Sparrow is only a heavy drinker, the word 'crack' does not imply the use of drugs! U people think he's a druggie. lol read up me hearties!
Confession of Love
Jacks POV
CRACK. Pause. CRACK. Deep breath. CRACK CRACK. Nausea. CRACK. Squint. CRACK CRACK CRACK. Another, very deep breath. CRACK. Sickness. CRACK. Exhale. CRACK. Darkness.
End Jacks POV
Hours upon hours later..
It was dark in the hull where Mara was and Jack lay unconscious. Its rank smell and humidity would have made any man go mad, but Mara persisted through it, waking up later to the sound of footsteps above her head. She looked towards the stairs in which she was brought down and the last rays of the dieing Sun made there way down and barely lit the hull. She scratched her head and as her senses came awoke she remembered Jack. She quickly turned and looked at him.
"Jack." She said in an audible whisper. "Jack. Are ye awake yet? Jack! Please Jack, wake up. Wake up and show me that yer alive. Please." She held onto the vertical cell bars with both her hands and sat on her knees looking towards the slumped body of Captain Jack Sparrow.
"Jack." Her voice trailed off as she heard yelling above.
"Get him. 20 lashes. Her too. 35. walk the plank. tommorro."
Mara gasped at this. "Jack ye hafta wake up!" She said in a louder voice. She looked towards the stairs but didn't hear anyone come down. She turned at the sound of Jack stirring and she watched him move ever so slightly.
"Jack." She whispered to him. His back had stopped bleeding but it was still a very painful sight to see. Dried blood caked upon his slashed back and it had dripped onto the floor around him. He started to sit up and stopped about half way due to the pain.
"Ugh. ouch. me back."
"Jack, you got whipped. lay down again it wont be as painful." Mara told him in a grave and concerned tone.
"I no I got whipped. I'm sittin' up and facin' ye Mara. Don't try and be me mom." Jack snapped at her as he sat up and slowly turned to face her.
"But Jack. yer back, it must."
"Stop freakin' out o'er me back. This isn't the last time Merdoro is gonna whip one o' us. It's gonna 'appen again fer me and prolly to ye." He said looking at her.
Mara gasped silently as she saw his face. All the color had gone and he was pale, even if he was tanned usually. His hair had blood in it, probably from when he hit the ground when Merdoro's crew threw him into the cell. His bandana was all out of place and he was breathing slowly but in short quick gasps. He could barely hold himself up and Mara wanted to be there for him and to sooth his pains and make him lay down. But she could find know way to pick the lock on the cell door.
"Go and get Mara and her 'Jack- poo'!" They heard one of the crew members call out.
"Looks like Merdoro's askin' us to dinner, luv." Jack said in his usual voice but with a sort of pain and sadness in it.
Then there were footsteps on the stairs. The two big burly men from the day before came down. One came to Mara's cell and she immediately moved to the back of the cell and pressed her body up against the back wall, ready to fight. Jack just looked up to the man and gave in, knowing that putting up a fight would only cause him more pain then he already wanted.
Mara stood to face the man and he rushed her, picking her up over his shoulder and leaving the cell. She kicked and screamed and bit, but the nasty smelling and looking man seemed to be immune to it. She was taken up to the main deck and she saw through upside- down eyes that Jack's hands had been tied and the man holding him with a gag. She was led to where Jack had been whipped and her hands tied in the same fashion. Only she faced the crew and the man who was going to whip her stood behind her on the other side.
Mara took a deep breath and prepared for the punishment that awaited her.
"Wot 'bout 'er shirt, Cap'ain?" One of the crew members that was close to Merdoro asked.
"It wouldn't be proper to take off the shirt of our lady guest, now would it?" Merdoro Platt answered his impatient crew member.
"You may begin anytime." He turned and told the masked man who held the whip. Immediately Jack started to flail around and try to break free of the mans grasp. He didn't get far because the man elbowed him in the back and Jack doubled over in pain, the gag still tight around his mouth. His reaction was distracted by the sound of the whip and Mara's loud screaming gasp. He started to mumble against the gag and tried again to break free and the man just held it tighter.
CRACK! The whip hit Mara again and she called out. Blood had already begun to fall onto her back and soak her thin white shirt.
"O damn it, this is gonna be no fun cuzz the she- pirate already is screamin' fer mercy." Another one of the murderous crew said loud enough for even Mara to hear.
"I am no. CRACK. ahhh.. Wimp!" She said as another lash hit her hard in the back. Jack was struggling now to break free of his hold and he moved so that he could elbow the man in the ribs. It worked and the gag fell free of his mouth and the man holding him captive crumbled in pain.
"Ahh, so ye got a weakness, huh?" Jack asked the man who recovered quickly and grabbed hold of Jack again. CRACK CRACK CRACK. He heard the whip hit Mara's back and her screaming in pain increase.
"I hate.CRACK. you.Merdoro." Mara spat at the Captain of the Albtraum and he felt taken aback.
"Ah yes, miss Mara, and who exactly do you love?" Merdoro asked her in his sly, sneaky kind of voice and turned to Jack and gave him an evil look.
"I.CRACK.love..CRACK.Jack.CRACK.Spar.CRACK" Her last words were cut short by the crack of the whip and she felt her eyes roll back into her head and her world went black.
"NOO!!! How could you, noo!!!" Jack yelled as he struggled against his captor.
"Oh, please don't fret Mr. Sparrow." Merdoro came up to Jack and he spit in Platt's face.
Merdoro whipped his face off with his fingers and gave Jack a look that would bare holes through anyone.
"I was just going to sent ye down to yer cell with yer girly fren Mara, but since that last treatment." His voice trailed off and Jack returned the stare, he was the only one Platt's daggers didn't seem to have any affect on.
"I think yer gonna be next."
AHHH. Our beloved Jack may be hurt again. o no. But keep checkin back for updates. And I thank all of the people that are following this story and REVIEWING. Your help has given me idea's that will, or already has, made a difference in the plot of this story. Thank ye so much!! And remember to press that little itty bitty button down there at the bottom of the page. (Points towards the Submit button and winks)