Despite my wishing, I still do not own Pirates of the Caribbean, or Jack Sparrow, or anything, besides this story. Poo.
Chapter Ten
Jack gave Ariana more sword fighting lessons, but now he did nothing other than that. It was strictly teaching her how to defend herself, and that was all. He decided to give her time; what he had done had been stupid. He hadn't been thinking. He was sure it would have been perfect at any other time, but not now; not when her friends were in danger. He deserved to be slapped for what he had done, particularly since he had enjoyed it.
She was improving – they would have small duels and she would become better and better with the moves and defenses. He knew that he was an excellent teacher. He actually felt rather proud of her, an emotion that he hadn't experienced for as long as he could remember. She was growing to be a fine swordswoman.
It had been but a day since her first lesson, and now the lookout in the crow's nest called down urgently, "Cap'n, I see a ship!"
"Where is it?" Jack yelled back, pausing their current lesson.
"On the 'orizon!"
Jack headed to his quarters and emerged a few seconds later with a telescope. He pointed it in the direction of the lookout's gaze and, sure enough, there was a small black dot that he could make out. "Well, it looks like we're catching up," he said, leaving to return the telescope back to his cabin.
"We are? Good!" Ariana replied, overjoyed. They were going to save them. . .they were right there, in viewing distance; they would catch up, and that son of a bitch captain would never get to see their blood or harm them at all. . .finally!
Jack reappeared and gazed out at the horizon, a gleam in his eye. "Shouldn't be long now."
The Fearless dropped anchor at the side of the island, not far from the sandy shore. Kelsey and Julie felt the ship come to a halt.
They had not had anymore trouble from the crew or captain since the incident the day before; Kelsey supposed the crewmember must have come to eventually and informed them of what had happened, and that kept them away. That and the fact that they really couldn't get in anyway.
"I think we're there," Julie said.
"Well yeah, obviously." Kelsey didn't say another word; she was listening for any noise whatsoever that could indicate the pirates were coming to get them.
And, needless to say, not a minute later, they heard the pounding, heavy footsteps approaching ominously, the same sound as the day before. Knots once again formed themselves quickly in Julie's stomach, tightening it up. Kelsey remained standing where she was, once again showing no sign of fear, just alertness.
Julie jumped involuntarily as the top of the door, which was uncovered by the bed, which only reached to not even the middle, was suddenly smashed in by a table, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere. The two girls backed up as they saw the entire crew standing there, grins galore.
So they could've gotten in at any time, if they had chosen to, Kelsey realized. She just couldn't win.
Julie would've given anything to be anywhere else, even in a hole somewhere. As long as she wasn't here, trapped in this room, death possibly imminent in her future. She was so terrified of this fact that she stood frozen to the spot, unable to move as they began to climb through the now- smashed doorway and over the bed. Her fear was like ice in her veins, just rooting her to the floor, and if she tried to move, she would fall and break into a million pieces.
Kelsey seized Julie's hand and yanked her back to the far wall, as far away as she could possibly get, nearly toppling her friend over. They pressed themselves against the wood, as if willing it to suck them in and spit them out on the other side. The crew was approaching them and there was no other way out except for the doorway through which they were clambering. The hole was boarded up, so that was no use to them as well.
"We try to escape outside, got it?" Kelsey muttered quietly to Julie, so that only her friend could hear.
"Yeah," Julie whispered back, petrified that the pirates would perceive her voice. What would they do if they knew what she and Kelsey were planning? She shuddered at the thought.
Two of them took hold of Kelsey, and another two grabbed Julie. The girls did not try to get away this time.
The entire group of men was laughing menacingly as they carried them up on deck and off the large ship. They both took deep breaths of fresh air, which felt delightful after being cooped up in the stale, small room. Kelsey restrained herself from shoving her foot right where it would injure them most; she would have the pleasure of doing that in just a minute's time.
Once they reached the solid ground of the beach, Julie looked at Kelsey, who nodded her head. Julie took a deep, readying breath and tried to ignore the painful knots in her stomach, which were still there. You can do this, she told herself. After another few steadying breaths, she swiftly stepped down as hard as she could on both the pirates' feet, and received practically no reaction except more laughter. Well let's see who'll be laughing when I do this, she thought, and then raised her legs and kicked back into their groins, using all the anger she had built up to put power behind it. She may have not been a violent person, but when it came to her life, she did care.
They released her immediately and doubled over, moaning in pain. She grinned with satisfaction. That's what being a man gets you, she thought bitterly as she turned to her friend.
Kelsey had elbowed both of her captors in the stomach, and then repeated Julie's move; kicking them both in the groin. But no matter how hard Julie had brought her feet back, it was nothing compared to Kelsey. That girl used her rage to her advantage and she used it well.
The two of them then ran as hastily as they could, flying down the beach, wishing to be as far from Captain Shallows and his crew as achievable, and construct a real plan.
"How about we hide, and then when they come looking for us, we steal the ship?" Kelsey suggested as they sprinted, her words coming out in short gasps already.
"Do you know how to sail a ship?" Julie asked her, her words not coming out as choppy since she took track at school.
"No, but it can't be too hard."
"I don't know – we could try it, but I doubt that we'll be able to even pull the anchor up by ourselves."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. . ." Now what were they going to do? Julie had a point – they couldn't do much without a crew, especially pull up the anchor. They would need more people to accomplish that; the two of them alone certainly were not strong enough to do it themselves. That meant that even if they did get onto the ship, they wouldn't even be able to sail away from the island. There was no other way to escape. Unless. . . She looked out at the ocean and was instantly filled with hope, something she hadn't felt in quite a while. This was just pure luck; at least she believed it was.
There was a ship approaching; she could see it, just barely. It looked like a large dot. It had to be the Black Pearl – she prayed that it was, she wished with everything in her that she was correct. Ariana and Jack were their only hope, the only way they would get off this damned island.
"Julie!" she said excitedly, still looking out at the ship.
"What?"
"Look at the ocean!"
Julie turned her head and instantly her fear evaporated, leaving her, along with the knots in her stomach as she gazed at the dot that was advancing towards them. It was Ariana and Jack; it had to be. She knew it was. She felt herself smile with happiness and a renewed sense of hope. Everything would be all right.
That was when she felt large, rough hands on her arms and she was jerked back, losing her balance and her joyful expression. She would have fallen had it not been for the pirate that was holding her up. Kelsey was yanked back as well, and they could hear the crew starting up their laughter once more as they spun them around. Captain Shallows strode up to them, hands clasped behind his back.
"Ye though' tha' ye could get away from me?" he asked, eyebrows raised, an amused look upon his ugly face.
"Anyone with a brain would want to get away from you," Kelsey spat viciously, narrowing her eyes at him.
Anger flashed dangerously in his eyes and he asked, "An' wha' exactly were ye lookin' at ou' there?"
Dread overcame the both of them as he turned his gaze to the water, and at the ship that was nearing them. He grinned maliciously.
"So ah see tha' yer li'le friend came fer ye, jus' like ah though' she would. And tha' means tha' Jack Sparrow's wit' 'er! This should be excitin'." He was going to kill Jack Sparrow, and he was going to enjoy it. He was going to take more pleasure from it than anything he had ever done before. He had had enough of that man; had had to put up with him for years, never beating him, never winning. The pirate was a clever man and Shallows had learned that many a time. But this time – this time would be different. And then, once he was done with him, he would get the brats' blood and give them to the crew; see how they liked that. That little wench wouldn't be so tough once they got done with her. Everything was going his way.
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow," Kelsey told him. She could tell by the look on his face that she had annoyed him, and she was glad. "A better captain than you'll ever dream to be."
He kept his anger in check, knowing that he could do what he pleased with her later. "We'll jus' see 'bout tha'." With that, he spun around and stalked swiftly back down the beach towards the spot they had dropped anchor, his crew behind him. The two girls were still trying every move they could think of to break free, using all the strength they could muster.
Ariana stood at the bow of the ship, leaning forward as if it would bring her closer more quickly, staring intently at the island in front of her. She could just make it out; she couldn't very well see anything but the shape and the land. As they got closer, she made out a ship – The Fearless. Kelsey and Julie are on the island, she realized. Probably at the cave right now. If she didn't get there soon, they could be killed.
Chapter Ten
Jack gave Ariana more sword fighting lessons, but now he did nothing other than that. It was strictly teaching her how to defend herself, and that was all. He decided to give her time; what he had done had been stupid. He hadn't been thinking. He was sure it would have been perfect at any other time, but not now; not when her friends were in danger. He deserved to be slapped for what he had done, particularly since he had enjoyed it.
She was improving – they would have small duels and she would become better and better with the moves and defenses. He knew that he was an excellent teacher. He actually felt rather proud of her, an emotion that he hadn't experienced for as long as he could remember. She was growing to be a fine swordswoman.
It had been but a day since her first lesson, and now the lookout in the crow's nest called down urgently, "Cap'n, I see a ship!"
"Where is it?" Jack yelled back, pausing their current lesson.
"On the 'orizon!"
Jack headed to his quarters and emerged a few seconds later with a telescope. He pointed it in the direction of the lookout's gaze and, sure enough, there was a small black dot that he could make out. "Well, it looks like we're catching up," he said, leaving to return the telescope back to his cabin.
"We are? Good!" Ariana replied, overjoyed. They were going to save them. . .they were right there, in viewing distance; they would catch up, and that son of a bitch captain would never get to see their blood or harm them at all. . .finally!
Jack reappeared and gazed out at the horizon, a gleam in his eye. "Shouldn't be long now."
The Fearless dropped anchor at the side of the island, not far from the sandy shore. Kelsey and Julie felt the ship come to a halt.
They had not had anymore trouble from the crew or captain since the incident the day before; Kelsey supposed the crewmember must have come to eventually and informed them of what had happened, and that kept them away. That and the fact that they really couldn't get in anyway.
"I think we're there," Julie said.
"Well yeah, obviously." Kelsey didn't say another word; she was listening for any noise whatsoever that could indicate the pirates were coming to get them.
And, needless to say, not a minute later, they heard the pounding, heavy footsteps approaching ominously, the same sound as the day before. Knots once again formed themselves quickly in Julie's stomach, tightening it up. Kelsey remained standing where she was, once again showing no sign of fear, just alertness.
Julie jumped involuntarily as the top of the door, which was uncovered by the bed, which only reached to not even the middle, was suddenly smashed in by a table, sending pieces of wood flying everywhere. The two girls backed up as they saw the entire crew standing there, grins galore.
So they could've gotten in at any time, if they had chosen to, Kelsey realized. She just couldn't win.
Julie would've given anything to be anywhere else, even in a hole somewhere. As long as she wasn't here, trapped in this room, death possibly imminent in her future. She was so terrified of this fact that she stood frozen to the spot, unable to move as they began to climb through the now- smashed doorway and over the bed. Her fear was like ice in her veins, just rooting her to the floor, and if she tried to move, she would fall and break into a million pieces.
Kelsey seized Julie's hand and yanked her back to the far wall, as far away as she could possibly get, nearly toppling her friend over. They pressed themselves against the wood, as if willing it to suck them in and spit them out on the other side. The crew was approaching them and there was no other way out except for the doorway through which they were clambering. The hole was boarded up, so that was no use to them as well.
"We try to escape outside, got it?" Kelsey muttered quietly to Julie, so that only her friend could hear.
"Yeah," Julie whispered back, petrified that the pirates would perceive her voice. What would they do if they knew what she and Kelsey were planning? She shuddered at the thought.
Two of them took hold of Kelsey, and another two grabbed Julie. The girls did not try to get away this time.
The entire group of men was laughing menacingly as they carried them up on deck and off the large ship. They both took deep breaths of fresh air, which felt delightful after being cooped up in the stale, small room. Kelsey restrained herself from shoving her foot right where it would injure them most; she would have the pleasure of doing that in just a minute's time.
Once they reached the solid ground of the beach, Julie looked at Kelsey, who nodded her head. Julie took a deep, readying breath and tried to ignore the painful knots in her stomach, which were still there. You can do this, she told herself. After another few steadying breaths, she swiftly stepped down as hard as she could on both the pirates' feet, and received practically no reaction except more laughter. Well let's see who'll be laughing when I do this, she thought, and then raised her legs and kicked back into their groins, using all the anger she had built up to put power behind it. She may have not been a violent person, but when it came to her life, she did care.
They released her immediately and doubled over, moaning in pain. She grinned with satisfaction. That's what being a man gets you, she thought bitterly as she turned to her friend.
Kelsey had elbowed both of her captors in the stomach, and then repeated Julie's move; kicking them both in the groin. But no matter how hard Julie had brought her feet back, it was nothing compared to Kelsey. That girl used her rage to her advantage and she used it well.
The two of them then ran as hastily as they could, flying down the beach, wishing to be as far from Captain Shallows and his crew as achievable, and construct a real plan.
"How about we hide, and then when they come looking for us, we steal the ship?" Kelsey suggested as they sprinted, her words coming out in short gasps already.
"Do you know how to sail a ship?" Julie asked her, her words not coming out as choppy since she took track at school.
"No, but it can't be too hard."
"I don't know – we could try it, but I doubt that we'll be able to even pull the anchor up by ourselves."
"Oh yeah, I forgot about that. . ." Now what were they going to do? Julie had a point – they couldn't do much without a crew, especially pull up the anchor. They would need more people to accomplish that; the two of them alone certainly were not strong enough to do it themselves. That meant that even if they did get onto the ship, they wouldn't even be able to sail away from the island. There was no other way to escape. Unless. . . She looked out at the ocean and was instantly filled with hope, something she hadn't felt in quite a while. This was just pure luck; at least she believed it was.
There was a ship approaching; she could see it, just barely. It looked like a large dot. It had to be the Black Pearl – she prayed that it was, she wished with everything in her that she was correct. Ariana and Jack were their only hope, the only way they would get off this damned island.
"Julie!" she said excitedly, still looking out at the ship.
"What?"
"Look at the ocean!"
Julie turned her head and instantly her fear evaporated, leaving her, along with the knots in her stomach as she gazed at the dot that was advancing towards them. It was Ariana and Jack; it had to be. She knew it was. She felt herself smile with happiness and a renewed sense of hope. Everything would be all right.
That was when she felt large, rough hands on her arms and she was jerked back, losing her balance and her joyful expression. She would have fallen had it not been for the pirate that was holding her up. Kelsey was yanked back as well, and they could hear the crew starting up their laughter once more as they spun them around. Captain Shallows strode up to them, hands clasped behind his back.
"Ye though' tha' ye could get away from me?" he asked, eyebrows raised, an amused look upon his ugly face.
"Anyone with a brain would want to get away from you," Kelsey spat viciously, narrowing her eyes at him.
Anger flashed dangerously in his eyes and he asked, "An' wha' exactly were ye lookin' at ou' there?"
Dread overcame the both of them as he turned his gaze to the water, and at the ship that was nearing them. He grinned maliciously.
"So ah see tha' yer li'le friend came fer ye, jus' like ah though' she would. And tha' means tha' Jack Sparrow's wit' 'er! This should be excitin'." He was going to kill Jack Sparrow, and he was going to enjoy it. He was going to take more pleasure from it than anything he had ever done before. He had had enough of that man; had had to put up with him for years, never beating him, never winning. The pirate was a clever man and Shallows had learned that many a time. But this time – this time would be different. And then, once he was done with him, he would get the brats' blood and give them to the crew; see how they liked that. That little wench wouldn't be so tough once they got done with her. Everything was going his way.
"That's Captain Jack Sparrow," Kelsey told him. She could tell by the look on his face that she had annoyed him, and she was glad. "A better captain than you'll ever dream to be."
He kept his anger in check, knowing that he could do what he pleased with her later. "We'll jus' see 'bout tha'." With that, he spun around and stalked swiftly back down the beach towards the spot they had dropped anchor, his crew behind him. The two girls were still trying every move they could think of to break free, using all the strength they could muster.
Ariana stood at the bow of the ship, leaning forward as if it would bring her closer more quickly, staring intently at the island in front of her. She could just make it out; she couldn't very well see anything but the shape and the land. As they got closer, she made out a ship – The Fearless. Kelsey and Julie are on the island, she realized. Probably at the cave right now. If she didn't get there soon, they could be killed.
