Disclaimer: I don't own Pirates of the Caribbean nor the characters but
some of the characters in this story are from my own imagination. Any
similarities with real people are highly coincidental.
A booming crash brought Fleur into a sitting up position. Outside grey and black clouds darkened the sky, the only light was the light of lightning etching itself across their features. She brought in a long deep breath and scratched her head. When she looked to her right she let out a short scream.
"Wha'?" James mumbled waking.
He saw Fleur and rubbed his eyes, "what - what did we do?" Fleur stammered deliriously.
James looked at the bed in which they were both laying, it took his eyes to his clothes on the floor and the sheet wrapped around Fleurs' body, it only exposing her bare shoulders.
"Do you have any idea of what my father will do when he finds out what happened?" Fleur hissed.
"Your - your father?" James asked laughing softly, "I just slept with a pirate! What do you think mine will do?"
"So that's all I am to James? Hmmm? A pirate?" Fleur demanded angrily pushing herself away from him.
"No, but you said that your -"
"Of course I said my father was going to kill you! I'm his little girl! I can scrape my knee and he wants the damn piece of concrete in which delivered to me that scratch to walk the plank!" she growled interrupting him.
James found his pants and slipped them on while Fleur collected her clothes. She disappeared behind the tall dressing shades and dropped her sheet that was covering her. James sat with crossed legs and arms on the bed and waited till Fleur was ready. Fleur had managed to put on her shirt and skirts and was ready to tighten up her black corset when a loud knock at the door made her stop. She peeked around then corner and gave James a questioning look. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Mr Turner it's Admiral Norrington, I order you to open this door immediately!" came the voice from the other side of the door.
"Hide" James hissed to Fleur who returned to her position at the back of the shades and sunk into the big lacy curtains that hung behind them.
James opened the door and Norrington and 4 men entered.
"What's the meaning of this?" James asked sleepily.
"I've come to collect Miss Vazquez, she is in fact a fraud" Norrington told him, a loud crack of thunder finishing his sentence.
"I haven't seen her," James started, "we were talking last night and she left in a hurry"
"Are those her clothes on the ground?" Norrington asked pointing to a pile on the floor, "search this room thoroughly gentlemen" he ordered when James did not reply.
James buried his face in his hands when he heard a small scream from Fleur when one of the guards found her. He dragged Fleur out and pushed her to Norrington who caught her in a strong grip.
"Good morning Miss Vazquez" he sneered, "watch him," he added signalling James and 2 of the guards held him tight.
He turned over Fleurs' wrists and pushed her 1-quarter sleeves up to her shoulders. He then examined her ankles and Fleur squeaked when he lifted her skirts slightly to view her legs.
"What are you doing?!" James demanded struggling to get free.
"You have been betrayed Mr Turner," Norrington told him pulling up Fleurs hair so he could see her neck. He spun her so that her back was to him then parted the corset and her skirts, "by a pirate" he added triumphantly showing him a vivid 'P' that was burnt into her skin.
He frowned and pulled the skirts down a little lower to reveal a tattoo of a sparrow flying over water, "blow me down if this is not the mark of Jack Sparrow"
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow" Fleur spat angrily trying to free herself from him.
"Clap her in irons and take her away gentlemen" Norrington said throwing her to a guard who held the manacles in his hands.
"I demand you to stop!" James growled
"I'm doing my civic duty Mr Turner, you would be wise as not to stop me" the Admiral said leading his men out who had just before tossed James aside and shut the bedroom doors behind him.
* * *
Norrington threw Fleur into a cell and slammed the door shut behind her.
"Funny," he said, "that your father once contemplated his own death in this very cell"
"Yes, but my father escaped and like he I will follow in his footsteps and evade you all mark my words" Fleur snarled.
"The only mark that I will be giving you Miss Sparrow, is the mark the rope makes when it breaks your neck" Norrington replied cockily.
Fleur clapped a hand to her neck as if feeling the pain at that second, Norrington laughed and left the jail. Fleur looked around her; she was in the same cell that they had thrown her in for stealing those good 7 years ago. She ran to the window and pulled on the bars but they refused to budge. She turned around and slid to the floor. She was glad her father wasn't here; she hated crying in front of him. Sobbing she held her knees close to her.
"Oh daddy please find me," she whimpered amidst her tears.
A booming crash brought Fleur into a sitting up position. Outside grey and black clouds darkened the sky, the only light was the light of lightning etching itself across their features. She brought in a long deep breath and scratched her head. When she looked to her right she let out a short scream.
"Wha'?" James mumbled waking.
He saw Fleur and rubbed his eyes, "what - what did we do?" Fleur stammered deliriously.
James looked at the bed in which they were both laying, it took his eyes to his clothes on the floor and the sheet wrapped around Fleurs' body, it only exposing her bare shoulders.
"Do you have any idea of what my father will do when he finds out what happened?" Fleur hissed.
"Your - your father?" James asked laughing softly, "I just slept with a pirate! What do you think mine will do?"
"So that's all I am to James? Hmmm? A pirate?" Fleur demanded angrily pushing herself away from him.
"No, but you said that your -"
"Of course I said my father was going to kill you! I'm his little girl! I can scrape my knee and he wants the damn piece of concrete in which delivered to me that scratch to walk the plank!" she growled interrupting him.
James found his pants and slipped them on while Fleur collected her clothes. She disappeared behind the tall dressing shades and dropped her sheet that was covering her. James sat with crossed legs and arms on the bed and waited till Fleur was ready. Fleur had managed to put on her shirt and skirts and was ready to tighten up her black corset when a loud knock at the door made her stop. She peeked around then corner and gave James a questioning look. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Mr Turner it's Admiral Norrington, I order you to open this door immediately!" came the voice from the other side of the door.
"Hide" James hissed to Fleur who returned to her position at the back of the shades and sunk into the big lacy curtains that hung behind them.
James opened the door and Norrington and 4 men entered.
"What's the meaning of this?" James asked sleepily.
"I've come to collect Miss Vazquez, she is in fact a fraud" Norrington told him, a loud crack of thunder finishing his sentence.
"I haven't seen her," James started, "we were talking last night and she left in a hurry"
"Are those her clothes on the ground?" Norrington asked pointing to a pile on the floor, "search this room thoroughly gentlemen" he ordered when James did not reply.
James buried his face in his hands when he heard a small scream from Fleur when one of the guards found her. He dragged Fleur out and pushed her to Norrington who caught her in a strong grip.
"Good morning Miss Vazquez" he sneered, "watch him," he added signalling James and 2 of the guards held him tight.
He turned over Fleurs' wrists and pushed her 1-quarter sleeves up to her shoulders. He then examined her ankles and Fleur squeaked when he lifted her skirts slightly to view her legs.
"What are you doing?!" James demanded struggling to get free.
"You have been betrayed Mr Turner," Norrington told him pulling up Fleurs hair so he could see her neck. He spun her so that her back was to him then parted the corset and her skirts, "by a pirate" he added triumphantly showing him a vivid 'P' that was burnt into her skin.
He frowned and pulled the skirts down a little lower to reveal a tattoo of a sparrow flying over water, "blow me down if this is not the mark of Jack Sparrow"
"It's Captain Jack Sparrow" Fleur spat angrily trying to free herself from him.
"Clap her in irons and take her away gentlemen" Norrington said throwing her to a guard who held the manacles in his hands.
"I demand you to stop!" James growled
"I'm doing my civic duty Mr Turner, you would be wise as not to stop me" the Admiral said leading his men out who had just before tossed James aside and shut the bedroom doors behind him.
* * *
Norrington threw Fleur into a cell and slammed the door shut behind her.
"Funny," he said, "that your father once contemplated his own death in this very cell"
"Yes, but my father escaped and like he I will follow in his footsteps and evade you all mark my words" Fleur snarled.
"The only mark that I will be giving you Miss Sparrow, is the mark the rope makes when it breaks your neck" Norrington replied cockily.
Fleur clapped a hand to her neck as if feeling the pain at that second, Norrington laughed and left the jail. Fleur looked around her; she was in the same cell that they had thrown her in for stealing those good 7 years ago. She ran to the window and pulled on the bars but they refused to budge. She turned around and slid to the floor. She was glad her father wasn't here; she hated crying in front of him. Sobbing she held her knees close to her.
"Oh daddy please find me," she whimpered amidst her tears.