A.N.: I do not own POTC
Chapter IIIIt was warm.
I could feel the sun bathing my face.
A sudden jolt of pain rushed to my back.
I groaned in pain. What the hell am I sleeping on?
My eyes focused on the cold stone floor, prison bars, musty smell…
It wasn't a dream….a nightmare….it's real.
The sun was streaming down from a small window.
It must be beautiful today.
With a wry grin I sighed.
Where
was Richard?
I suddenly jumped remembering the skeletal figure I had been 'acquainted' with last night. I paced around the cell. It seemed empty
The hay- I remembered.
I squinted carefully at the round big pile of hay, noticing two legs sticking out at one side of the hay.
Yes- the hay was breathing.
The annoying stranger was definitely underneath this pile of garbage probably in deep sleep.
I frowned at the memory of last night and returned to my corner.
Richard.
My only hope.
Richard.
Richard.
The hay stirred and then coughed, "Bloody hell with all em hay" a muffled voice said.
The hay groaned and tried to sit up straight, "Ugh-me bloody back" groaned the hay.
I couldn't help but stifle a laugh.
"Do you need help?" I called
The hay froze, "Ye still here lass?"
"Aye" I gazed out longingly at the cold stairs, "It's past dawn"
The hay slowly yawned and talked lazily, "Ye sure he didn' jes leave ye behind?"
I glared at the hay.
"Don't look at the hay like that" a voice came from above, "It ain't done nethin' te ya"
I noticed the motionless hay and the two legs that had been sticking out from the hay were missing.
Confused I glanced upwards to the voice.
I blanched.
There before me stood the strangest sight I have ever laid eyes on. A tall man, with braids and beads adorning his disheveled hair, a bone sticking out randomly from the side of his hair, a crimson band around his forehead, a beard tied to two braids, a small moustache, a pair of intense dark hazel eyes. His leather coat was wrinkled, he clutched on his triangular leather hat, a smug smile from his thin lips, high cheekbones, straight nose, and chiseled face.
There was an odd ironic grace about this man, which I fought hard, to understand. Although he swayed about, his gestures were graceful, and the way his strange dark eyes glowed. They were of mad man eyes, holding intelligence and a cat like cleverness, and a bit of craziness.
Not the skeletal man I had dreadfully imagined at night.
I looked away quickly realizing I had been openly staring at him.
"Ye know love, ye look prettier in the light" the man grinned roguishly revealing gold teeth
I rolled my eyes at the man, "Sir- you looked exactly the same in the dark" I lied
"It's noon- yer brother of yers not 'ere yet" the man staggered backwards, leaning against the wall.
His dark eyes burned through my own eyes.
"Stop looking at me" I sharply whispered.
A sly smirk arose from his lips, "If I may ask, why?"
This bloody stranger knew exactly how to irk my nerves.
"It's uncomfortable" I growled, "Now if you please"
"Being the gentleman that I am" he lightly bowed and touched his moustache, "Anything the lady wishes"
Unsure if he was mocking me or serious, I held my tongue and continued studying his odd figure.
His eyes met mine once more and our eyes locked.
"I believe you're staring at me again" I whispered
"Nay, tis' yer staring that caught me attention" Jack shrugged dramatically and plopped on the floor with a small triumphant smile.
Heat rose up my neck.
I could feel his eyes staring at me with fascination.
"See! You- my very slow friend you are the one staring at me"
"How would ye know if I were starin' at ya if ya hadn' been starin' at me?" the annoying man casually lay on the matted hay, "You can have all the time ter answer, love"
I gaped at him.
"Look 'ere now- yer widely starin' at me" the man chuckled
I quickly looked away red in the face
"No-no I don't mind a pretty lass starin'" the man continued casually waving his hand.
"You-you mister whoever you are- have the absolute wrong idea in your very thick head" I retorted.
The man regarded this with ease.
I wondered briefly if it was a crime to kill your fellow cellmate…
Perhaps he noticed the killer's look in my eyes, because the smile on his face immediately disappeared.
"So- how did ya get here in the firs' place?" the man acted as nonchalant, chewing on a piece of hay.
Perhaps he didn't get my message.
I didn't want to talk.
His brown eyes waiting.
For a bloody answer-
"I was accused of killing my fiancé all right?" I exploded, "That's why I'm stuck here in this hole waiting for someone to find out that I'm innocent"
The man nodded slowly replacing his already chewed hay with a longer thinner one. "Interesting…"
"What's your story?" I blurted
"Same situation as yers love" the man stared distantly at the ceiling, "Exactly the same thing"
"What's your name?"
"Jack Sparrow-Captain Jack Sparrow if ye please" he replied in his soft distant voice.
Jack Sparrow
A familiar ring to it.
Jack…Sparrow…
I've heard that name.
Famous outlaw?
"Who did ye kill" his eyes were on me once again.
"No one" I heatedly replied
"Who did they say ye killed"
"My fiancé- if ye don't remember- Lieutenant Hemmingway"
The man- Jack Sparrow jumped on his hay and looked at me in confusion. "Hemmingway?"
I tiredly nodded.
Suddenly Jack slowly staggered back down with wide grin on his dark face, "Jessica- yer an interesting lass, love"
"I've heard that many a times from you Mister Jack"
"Captain Jack"
"You sure don't look like a captain- what are you the captain of? Captain
of outlaws- of idiots?" I sneered
"Nay ma'am- of me great ship- the Black Pearl" He made a half arc horizontally across the room, seeing something I could not see.
"Right- ye a sailor" I wearily stated.
Whatever the Black Pearl was.
"No just more than a sailor" he crookedly smiled, a gold glint flashing brightly.
"What's more than a sailor Captain Jack?"
Jack shook his head in amusement, "I'm surprised ye don't know me Jessica love"
"I'm sorry but you're not that popular around folks like me"
"Ye sure?" his toothy grin widened
"Yes"
Jack shrugged leaning backwards, "Ye will find out later"
Jack Sparrow?
Where have I heard that name?
Pondering silently and ignoring Jack chewing on his hay, a flash of memory passed by me.
Jack Sparrow…Jack Sparrow!
The man Hemmingway caught!
My eyes widened in realization. Of course…the irony to it…
"Ah- I believe the lass remembers"
"You pirate" I gasped in shock.
"Aye" murmured the hay chewing Captain Jack Sparrow
