Chapter One:
Thunder clapped loudly as lightning streaked across the stormy sky. Captain Jack Sparrow smirked to himself as his adversary's ship, the Blood Stone, sank beneath the crashing waves.
"Thought you could handle Jack Sparrow, did you?" The pirate mused to himself. The black water seemed to swallow up the burning sales of the Blood Stone like a hungry maw devouring it's prey. Jack turned and slowly walked to his cabin chuckling darkly to himself.
"Look!" bellowed a squat little pirate with large hoop earrings. A few others averted their gaze to where their companion pointed.
Floating in in black violent waters was a feeble piece of drift wood; and clinging onto the drift wood, barely conscious, was a young woman.
"Someone release the longboat! See if you can get her inside!" Ordered one of the crew. With a heavy jerk, the longboat was released into the raging water. One of the pirates jumped in after it, and dragged the girl into it. After much chaotic struggle, the pirates were able to lift the girl onto the deck.
The Crew gathered around the sputtering woman as she regained consciousness.
"A survivor.." hissed a tall black pirate.
"Never seen a she-pirate b'fore." said a one eyed scallywag. "Do you think she's one of the Blood Stone's?"
The black pirate harshly lifted the girl to her feet.
"What's your name?" He demanded. "And what are doing with the Blood Stones?"
The girl, shaking with fear, said nothing.
"Answer me!" He barked. "Are you or are you not a Blood Stone pirate??"
"I am no pirate.." She said slowly, trembling with fright and anger.
"She lies!" Shrieked one of the crew.
"We'll show you what we do to liars." Said the black pirate with a terrible sneer.
One of the crew grabbed at her long brown hair and gave it a harsh jerk. Several of the pirates laughed as she cried out in pain. The surrounding crowd, howling with laughter, began tugging at her drenched petticoats, but as she tried to pull away, they started slapping her around, pulling her hair and mocking her cries.
Tearing herself from the hooting ruffians, the girl tried to scurry towards the upper deck, but was cut off by a cackling pirate who pushed her roughly back to the jeering crew. Screaming and struggling, she tried to break free from the crowd, but they held her still, pressing their cold hard fingers into her arms and neck. The pirate who cut her off, a bald skinny man with steel cold eyes, unsheathed a jagged dagger.
"Sorry to cut the fun short, missy." The pirate said, grinning cruelly. "But play time is over."
He tossed the knife to the black pirate, who then traced it along her neck, smirking darkly.
"Wait." Came a quiet, smooth voice from the upper deck. The crew and the girl spontaneously looked up to see who had spoken. All chaos had frozen, as if time itself had frozen.
Jack Sparrow walked slowly towards them, his footsteps in perfect rhythm with the tossing of the ship. The woman looked fearfully at Jack, as his mere presence was startling. Tall and sea worn, Sparrow had incredible majesty on his ship, the Black Pearl.
The Captain approached his crew, the first mate, Barbossa, following behind.
What he saw must have struck him awkward, for he said with raised eyebrows, "Release her."
The crew, who all seemed to have some sort of grip on her, let go of the girl simultaneously, causing her to drop an inch.
"What is your name, lass?" Asked Sparrow, staring hard at her, his brow slightly wrinkled.
"M-Mer..." She began, shaking fearfully.
"Come now, You'll do more damage to yourself by not telling us." Jack said, his eyes flashing in the direction of the crew.
"Diana." She said, swallowing. "Diana Rose."
Jack smirked slightly, and took a step nearer.
"Ah, Miss Rose. Pleasure having you on board." He said almost sarcastically. "Tell me, love, what were you doing on my worthy opponent's ship? You weren't...part of his crew, I should hope." he stroked his parted beard thoughtfully.
"Yes, that wouldn't be good. For your sake, I should hope not."
"No...no of course not!" Diana said, quite horrified. "I was kidnapped three weeks ago."
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Three weeks? That is an awful long time for a band of cutthroats to keep a prisoner. What did they want with you.?"
Diana opened her mouth, but hesitated and closed it again.
"Ah, I see we are keeping secrets, eh?" Said Jack, smiling darkly and licking his teeth.
Diana still said nothing.
"Well, you've had an eventful evening, I'd wager. You should rest, freshen up a bit." Jack's smile twisted more cruelly. "A few day's rest should do it. Yes, I believe it will." Without another word, he turned and headed back up deck.
"Mr. Barbossa." He said sharply to his first mate.
"Aye, Captain."
"Take our guest, Miss Rose, below deck."
"It would be my pleasure." The old man said with a twisted grin.
As Jack disappeared into his cabin, Barbossa took a firm grip on Diana's arm and dragged her below deck.
"Yes, you shall be mighty comfortable down here. Guest room, it is." He said mockingly as he shoved her in a damp cell. He laughed at his own joke and shackled her hands.
"Have a lovely evening, Miss Rose!" He said, cackling as he slammed the steel cell door shut.
Thunder clapped loudly as lightning streaked across the stormy sky. Captain Jack Sparrow smirked to himself as his adversary's ship, the Blood Stone, sank beneath the crashing waves.
"Thought you could handle Jack Sparrow, did you?" The pirate mused to himself. The black water seemed to swallow up the burning sales of the Blood Stone like a hungry maw devouring it's prey. Jack turned and slowly walked to his cabin chuckling darkly to himself.
"Look!" bellowed a squat little pirate with large hoop earrings. A few others averted their gaze to where their companion pointed.
Floating in in black violent waters was a feeble piece of drift wood; and clinging onto the drift wood, barely conscious, was a young woman.
"Someone release the longboat! See if you can get her inside!" Ordered one of the crew. With a heavy jerk, the longboat was released into the raging water. One of the pirates jumped in after it, and dragged the girl into it. After much chaotic struggle, the pirates were able to lift the girl onto the deck.
The Crew gathered around the sputtering woman as she regained consciousness.
"A survivor.." hissed a tall black pirate.
"Never seen a she-pirate b'fore." said a one eyed scallywag. "Do you think she's one of the Blood Stone's?"
The black pirate harshly lifted the girl to her feet.
"What's your name?" He demanded. "And what are doing with the Blood Stones?"
The girl, shaking with fear, said nothing.
"Answer me!" He barked. "Are you or are you not a Blood Stone pirate??"
"I am no pirate.." She said slowly, trembling with fright and anger.
"She lies!" Shrieked one of the crew.
"We'll show you what we do to liars." Said the black pirate with a terrible sneer.
One of the crew grabbed at her long brown hair and gave it a harsh jerk. Several of the pirates laughed as she cried out in pain. The surrounding crowd, howling with laughter, began tugging at her drenched petticoats, but as she tried to pull away, they started slapping her around, pulling her hair and mocking her cries.
Tearing herself from the hooting ruffians, the girl tried to scurry towards the upper deck, but was cut off by a cackling pirate who pushed her roughly back to the jeering crew. Screaming and struggling, she tried to break free from the crowd, but they held her still, pressing their cold hard fingers into her arms and neck. The pirate who cut her off, a bald skinny man with steel cold eyes, unsheathed a jagged dagger.
"Sorry to cut the fun short, missy." The pirate said, grinning cruelly. "But play time is over."
He tossed the knife to the black pirate, who then traced it along her neck, smirking darkly.
"Wait." Came a quiet, smooth voice from the upper deck. The crew and the girl spontaneously looked up to see who had spoken. All chaos had frozen, as if time itself had frozen.
Jack Sparrow walked slowly towards them, his footsteps in perfect rhythm with the tossing of the ship. The woman looked fearfully at Jack, as his mere presence was startling. Tall and sea worn, Sparrow had incredible majesty on his ship, the Black Pearl.
The Captain approached his crew, the first mate, Barbossa, following behind.
What he saw must have struck him awkward, for he said with raised eyebrows, "Release her."
The crew, who all seemed to have some sort of grip on her, let go of the girl simultaneously, causing her to drop an inch.
"What is your name, lass?" Asked Sparrow, staring hard at her, his brow slightly wrinkled.
"M-Mer..." She began, shaking fearfully.
"Come now, You'll do more damage to yourself by not telling us." Jack said, his eyes flashing in the direction of the crew.
"Diana." She said, swallowing. "Diana Rose."
Jack smirked slightly, and took a step nearer.
"Ah, Miss Rose. Pleasure having you on board." He said almost sarcastically. "Tell me, love, what were you doing on my worthy opponent's ship? You weren't...part of his crew, I should hope." he stroked his parted beard thoughtfully.
"Yes, that wouldn't be good. For your sake, I should hope not."
"No...no of course not!" Diana said, quite horrified. "I was kidnapped three weeks ago."
Jack raised an eyebrow.
"Three weeks? That is an awful long time for a band of cutthroats to keep a prisoner. What did they want with you.?"
Diana opened her mouth, but hesitated and closed it again.
"Ah, I see we are keeping secrets, eh?" Said Jack, smiling darkly and licking his teeth.
Diana still said nothing.
"Well, you've had an eventful evening, I'd wager. You should rest, freshen up a bit." Jack's smile twisted more cruelly. "A few day's rest should do it. Yes, I believe it will." Without another word, he turned and headed back up deck.
"Mr. Barbossa." He said sharply to his first mate.
"Aye, Captain."
"Take our guest, Miss Rose, below deck."
"It would be my pleasure." The old man said with a twisted grin.
As Jack disappeared into his cabin, Barbossa took a firm grip on Diana's arm and dragged her below deck.
"Yes, you shall be mighty comfortable down here. Guest room, it is." He said mockingly as he shoved her in a damp cell. He laughed at his own joke and shackled her hands.
"Have a lovely evening, Miss Rose!" He said, cackling as he slammed the steel cell door shut.
