Peyton and Jacques were bedazzled. But then again, wouldn't you be too if
you were chasing someone, and when you turned the corner, they were no
longer there?
When he knew they were gone, Chase's captor led her the opposite way toward the docks. But Chase wasn't cooperating as well as he had planned. Her arms were flailing everywhere and she attempted to kick him many times. He put her in a small rowboat, and he rowed them out to a bigger boat. She didn't dare speak a word; she was as frightened as anything.
They reached the ship which was very unfamiliar to her. Chase looked up and saw black sails. They were ripped and bore the crest of pirates. At once she knew where she was.
Finally, her captor let her go. She rushed to the side as if she were going to jump off and swim to shore. He did nothing. He just plainly watched her every move.
When she climbed up onto the side, only then did he speak.
"Love, what are you doing?"
She looked at him with a grim expression on her face and calmly said, "I'm about to jump off of this ship."
"Ah, now why would you want to do that?"
"Because you're a bloody pirate!"
He smirked. "Don't you know who I am, love?"
"I'd rather not know." She turned her back to him and prepared to take off.
Ignoring her last comment, he said, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. "Savvy?"
She got down off of the side and approached him, her eyes squinted.
"You're Captain Jack Sparrow? The infamous Jack Sparrow? Who sailed the seven seas and was taken prisoner in Port Royal not too long ago?" Her mood had totally changed, and she seemed very interested in him.
He pushed up his sleeve and showed off his tattoo of a sparrow. "That would be me."
She gasped. "I've heard countless tales about you! Oh, how I loved to hear all of the stories about your adventures. You really are something!"
"Yes, I'm sure your father has a lot to tell about me."
At this, Chase gazed into Jack's eyes. "You . . . you know my father?" She was very worried.
"If his name is Will Turner, then you bet I know him!" At this, Jack let out a laugh. "You must be his little lass. Such a spitting image of him! And to think, so much has changed since I've last been here."
When he knew they were gone, Chase's captor led her the opposite way toward the docks. But Chase wasn't cooperating as well as he had planned. Her arms were flailing everywhere and she attempted to kick him many times. He put her in a small rowboat, and he rowed them out to a bigger boat. She didn't dare speak a word; she was as frightened as anything.
They reached the ship which was very unfamiliar to her. Chase looked up and saw black sails. They were ripped and bore the crest of pirates. At once she knew where she was.
Finally, her captor let her go. She rushed to the side as if she were going to jump off and swim to shore. He did nothing. He just plainly watched her every move.
When she climbed up onto the side, only then did he speak.
"Love, what are you doing?"
She looked at him with a grim expression on her face and calmly said, "I'm about to jump off of this ship."
"Ah, now why would you want to do that?"
"Because you're a bloody pirate!"
He smirked. "Don't you know who I am, love?"
"I'd rather not know." She turned her back to him and prepared to take off.
Ignoring her last comment, he said, "I'm Captain Jack Sparrow." Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. "Savvy?"
She got down off of the side and approached him, her eyes squinted.
"You're Captain Jack Sparrow? The infamous Jack Sparrow? Who sailed the seven seas and was taken prisoner in Port Royal not too long ago?" Her mood had totally changed, and she seemed very interested in him.
He pushed up his sleeve and showed off his tattoo of a sparrow. "That would be me."
She gasped. "I've heard countless tales about you! Oh, how I loved to hear all of the stories about your adventures. You really are something!"
"Yes, I'm sure your father has a lot to tell about me."
At this, Chase gazed into Jack's eyes. "You . . . you know my father?" She was very worried.
"If his name is Will Turner, then you bet I know him!" At this, Jack let out a laugh. "You must be his little lass. Such a spitting image of him! And to think, so much has changed since I've last been here."