Chapter 2: The Legend of Wilhelm Rose the Bloody
The loud creaking of the steel cell door woke Diana. She had been lying on the damp wooden floor for nearly three days. Or was it three weeks? She couldn't tell the difference anymore. Hunger was past her, but her raging thirst left her without strength. Who this newcomer was, she no longer cared. She only wanted to die...
"Milady." Purred a liquid smooth voice. She had heard that voice before. In her dreams maybe? She lifted her head and opened her eyes. At first she saw a blurred figure. Tall, dark....
Then it all came flooding back to her mind. Diana sat upright.
"Feeling a bit refreshed, are we now?" Jack Sparrow said as he entered her cell holding several articles of clothing and a tray. Diana said nothing, partly because her parched mouth was beyond speaking, partly because anger raged through her vanes at his sarcasm.
"You must be thirsty." He said simply, unshackling her and handing her a goblet.
Diana drained it lustfully, not taking notice of Jack's sly smile. As she finished, he wordlessly handed her an apple. Diana took it without question and took as large as a bite as her mouth would allow.
"Slower, love. You're eating to fast." Jack mused, his smile still playing on his tanned face.
She looked up at him, her brow wrinkled as she chewed.
Jack gave her a nod and waited for her to finish. After she cleaned the apple down to the core, (and perhaps a bit further) she looked up at Jack hard and long.
"What do you want of me?" She finally asked.
"Not exactly sure." The pirate said sincerely. "All I know is that the captain of the Blood Stone, Captain Daniel Snow, has never kept a prisoner alive for more then a couple of days." He paused, then chuckled to himself. "Come to think of it, don't think he's even left anyone alive to take as prisoner anyways."
Diana looked at her apple core. "I must have been an exception, then." She said in a very unconvincing tone.
Jack gave the girl an icy stare.
"I don't know what Ol' Snow was up to, but I know you have something to do with it, missy." He hissed. "No use lying, or pretending you don't know."
Diana returned his icy stare with one equally as cold. The corner of Jack's mouth curved upward slightly.
"You said your name's Rose?" He asked. Diana nodded.
"Any relation to the scholar, Nicholas Rose?"
Diana hesitated. It could be dangerous giving away unnecessary information. Her relation to her father was what caused her to be kidnapped in the first place.
"Er...no. No relation." She said firmly. Jack raised an eyebrow, his grin fading.
"I guess you'll just have to think harder on that one." He smirked. "However, you'll catch your death in those clothes."
Diana looked down on her soggy bodice and petticoats. Jack dropped a bundle of clothing on her lap.
"Brought you some dry clothes. Not sure if they'll fit you perfectly, though."
Diana held up a pair of striped trousers with a look of disgust. Jack looked mildly offended.
"Well beggin' your pardin' if I don't carry an extra dress in my wardrobe, Miss Rose." He said sarcastically. "However, you'll find that trousers and shirts are much more comfortable on a ship then an evening gown."
Diana slowly nodded, but seeing Jack just standing in the doorway to her cell, she looked up at him.
"Er, right. I'll just...wait on deck." He said after an awkward moment of silence. With that, he tipped his hat and closed the cell door behind him, leaving it unlocked.
*****
Jack Sparrow stared towards the horizon, leaning over the side of the Pearl. Barbossa walked next him, handing him a jug of rum.
"Mr. Barbossa." Addressed Jack.
"Aye, sir?" Asked his first mate.
"Does the name Nicholas Rose ring any bells."
"Aye, it does, sir. Great great grandson of Wilhelm Rose the Bloody." Recited Barbossa thoughtfully.
"Yup." Jack said, taking a swig from the rum. "Ol' Willy Rose. Blackest Pirate to cross these waters. You've heard the legends, I'm sure."
"Course' I have. Had a great treasure, he did. Hid it in one O' these here islands. sealed it with a key, a medallion."
Jack smiled slightly.
"Your forgetting the part about the three doors, Mr. Barbossa."
"Captain?" Said the old man, raising an eyebrow.
"The way into the treasure hall is a circular room, with three identical doors. The key opens all three of them." Jack took another swig and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "One, of course, leads to the treasure. The other two, however, are a sure route to painful death." He paused, as if to add effect to the legend.
"There is a way to tell which door leads to the gold." Jack said, licking his teeth. "A faint melody can be heard near each of the doors. Their are very similar, but slightly different. Only a member of Willy Rose's family would be able to distinguish the tunes from each other."
"Are you saying this girl....Diana Rose..." Began Barbossa, his beady eyes widening.
"Aye, she could be Rose's heir. That probably why ol' Snow kidnapped her. He'd fancy getting a hold o' that treasure, I'd wager." Jack said, twisting a lock of his untidy hair around his finger. "However, part of the story is that once you've chosen a door, you can return, unless of course it is the correct door. There is no need for unnecessary dying or a waist of a trip unless we know for certain Miss Rose is the one."
"Understood, sir." Barbossa agreed. "How are we gonna get her to spill the beans?"
"Slowly, mate. Get her to trust us, make her feel comfortable. She'll talk sooner or later, savvy?" Jack smirked.
"Hehehe. understood, Captain." Chuckled Barbossa darkly.
"And once we've got the treasure," Continued Jack. "we can do whatever we want with her."
Barbossa grinned.
"I like the sound of that." He snickered.
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Notes:
Jack may seem a bit out of character, but remember: this is BEFORE he's a little crazy in the head. So he's almost a different person. I'll try to make him a little more....jack like.. though, ^___^;;;;;
Criticize and Critique as needed, but this is my first fanfic, so be gentle ^.^
The loud creaking of the steel cell door woke Diana. She had been lying on the damp wooden floor for nearly three days. Or was it three weeks? She couldn't tell the difference anymore. Hunger was past her, but her raging thirst left her without strength. Who this newcomer was, she no longer cared. She only wanted to die...
"Milady." Purred a liquid smooth voice. She had heard that voice before. In her dreams maybe? She lifted her head and opened her eyes. At first she saw a blurred figure. Tall, dark....
Then it all came flooding back to her mind. Diana sat upright.
"Feeling a bit refreshed, are we now?" Jack Sparrow said as he entered her cell holding several articles of clothing and a tray. Diana said nothing, partly because her parched mouth was beyond speaking, partly because anger raged through her vanes at his sarcasm.
"You must be thirsty." He said simply, unshackling her and handing her a goblet.
Diana drained it lustfully, not taking notice of Jack's sly smile. As she finished, he wordlessly handed her an apple. Diana took it without question and took as large as a bite as her mouth would allow.
"Slower, love. You're eating to fast." Jack mused, his smile still playing on his tanned face.
She looked up at him, her brow wrinkled as she chewed.
Jack gave her a nod and waited for her to finish. After she cleaned the apple down to the core, (and perhaps a bit further) she looked up at Jack hard and long.
"What do you want of me?" She finally asked.
"Not exactly sure." The pirate said sincerely. "All I know is that the captain of the Blood Stone, Captain Daniel Snow, has never kept a prisoner alive for more then a couple of days." He paused, then chuckled to himself. "Come to think of it, don't think he's even left anyone alive to take as prisoner anyways."
Diana looked at her apple core. "I must have been an exception, then." She said in a very unconvincing tone.
Jack gave the girl an icy stare.
"I don't know what Ol' Snow was up to, but I know you have something to do with it, missy." He hissed. "No use lying, or pretending you don't know."
Diana returned his icy stare with one equally as cold. The corner of Jack's mouth curved upward slightly.
"You said your name's Rose?" He asked. Diana nodded.
"Any relation to the scholar, Nicholas Rose?"
Diana hesitated. It could be dangerous giving away unnecessary information. Her relation to her father was what caused her to be kidnapped in the first place.
"Er...no. No relation." She said firmly. Jack raised an eyebrow, his grin fading.
"I guess you'll just have to think harder on that one." He smirked. "However, you'll catch your death in those clothes."
Diana looked down on her soggy bodice and petticoats. Jack dropped a bundle of clothing on her lap.
"Brought you some dry clothes. Not sure if they'll fit you perfectly, though."
Diana held up a pair of striped trousers with a look of disgust. Jack looked mildly offended.
"Well beggin' your pardin' if I don't carry an extra dress in my wardrobe, Miss Rose." He said sarcastically. "However, you'll find that trousers and shirts are much more comfortable on a ship then an evening gown."
Diana slowly nodded, but seeing Jack just standing in the doorway to her cell, she looked up at him.
"Er, right. I'll just...wait on deck." He said after an awkward moment of silence. With that, he tipped his hat and closed the cell door behind him, leaving it unlocked.
*****
Jack Sparrow stared towards the horizon, leaning over the side of the Pearl. Barbossa walked next him, handing him a jug of rum.
"Mr. Barbossa." Addressed Jack.
"Aye, sir?" Asked his first mate.
"Does the name Nicholas Rose ring any bells."
"Aye, it does, sir. Great great grandson of Wilhelm Rose the Bloody." Recited Barbossa thoughtfully.
"Yup." Jack said, taking a swig from the rum. "Ol' Willy Rose. Blackest Pirate to cross these waters. You've heard the legends, I'm sure."
"Course' I have. Had a great treasure, he did. Hid it in one O' these here islands. sealed it with a key, a medallion."
Jack smiled slightly.
"Your forgetting the part about the three doors, Mr. Barbossa."
"Captain?" Said the old man, raising an eyebrow.
"The way into the treasure hall is a circular room, with three identical doors. The key opens all three of them." Jack took another swig and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. "One, of course, leads to the treasure. The other two, however, are a sure route to painful death." He paused, as if to add effect to the legend.
"There is a way to tell which door leads to the gold." Jack said, licking his teeth. "A faint melody can be heard near each of the doors. Their are very similar, but slightly different. Only a member of Willy Rose's family would be able to distinguish the tunes from each other."
"Are you saying this girl....Diana Rose..." Began Barbossa, his beady eyes widening.
"Aye, she could be Rose's heir. That probably why ol' Snow kidnapped her. He'd fancy getting a hold o' that treasure, I'd wager." Jack said, twisting a lock of his untidy hair around his finger. "However, part of the story is that once you've chosen a door, you can return, unless of course it is the correct door. There is no need for unnecessary dying or a waist of a trip unless we know for certain Miss Rose is the one."
"Understood, sir." Barbossa agreed. "How are we gonna get her to spill the beans?"
"Slowly, mate. Get her to trust us, make her feel comfortable. She'll talk sooner or later, savvy?" Jack smirked.
"Hehehe. understood, Captain." Chuckled Barbossa darkly.
"And once we've got the treasure," Continued Jack. "we can do whatever we want with her."
Barbossa grinned.
"I like the sound of that." He snickered.
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Notes:
Jack may seem a bit out of character, but remember: this is BEFORE he's a little crazy in the head. So he's almost a different person. I'll try to make him a little more....jack like.. though, ^___^;;;;;
Criticize and Critique as needed, but this is my first fanfic, so be gentle ^.^
