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.
Fleur snuck a peek at the Persian rug she had laid under her bed, yes it had moved. Fleur was 10 when she found her secret cabin. Her bed was in a different position back then and Fleur had stumbled across a few loose floorboards. She had pried them up and found a moderate sized cabin underneath. She had made shelves for it and put a small desk down there. She spent time down there when the weight of the world gained on her shoulders and she needed to relax. She had come to tell her father about it one early summer a few years back. She was glad that she had for now her father was safe...for now at least.
"Hey!" she growled as Barbossa grabbed her shoulder.
"Come come Miss Sparrow and sit and eat with me, ye would be very tired after searching so hard and...thoroughly" he whispered looking at the bed.
Fleur swallowed and held her head up high, "I'm not hungry Captain"
"Well, lets get that little cut fixed up hm?"
Before Fleur could protest Barbossa had hauled her into his cabin. Behind them he shut and locked the door. Fleur sunk into a corner; Barbossa fixed up some concoction and poured it on a cloth.
"I know ye won't want me touchin' ye so place this on the cut," he told her throwing the cloth to her.
Fleur did so and felt a twang of pain. She flinched but did not protest.
"Sit down Miss Sparrow. There's things to be discussed"
Fleur obeyed. She hated every second of this but she needed all the time she could muster to try and figure how to save her father. There were plates of fruit laid out on a nice tablecloth. Barbossa was helping himself to some wine. Fleur curled up her nose in disgust; she would have to remember to tell her father not to touch that bottle again. They dined in silence, Fleur only picking at her food.
"Deep in thought we are" Barbossa commented settling his eyes on her.
Fleur returned his gaze.
Barbossa laughed, "there's a lotta Jack in you girl. Yer all Jack"
"You will not loosen my tongue with compliments," Fleur told him savagely.
Barbossa laughed, "I need not words to loosen a girls tongue"
Fleur shivered at the grotesque suggestion.
"Tell me where your father is!" Barbossa growled.
Fleur did not reply, instead she focused on the half-full plate in front of her.
"Don't dare keep me waiting girl! I'm a man of certain needs and a limited amount of time so tell me where be Jack!"
Still Fleur did not reply and did not return his gaze. Barbossa stalked towards her and as he raised his hand to slap her Fleur snatched up a knife and buried it deep into his abdomen. Barbossa took a surprised step backwards and as he did Fleur grabbed the keys around his waist and flew to the door. Unlocking it and swinging it open Fleur belted onto the deck. She took a quick peek behind her shoulder and ran down below. She ran as fast as she could down the stairs and headed for her room. She entered it and slammed shut the door. Then she locked it. Fleur took a moment to breathe and leant back on the wooden door. She heard the shouts of the angry crew on the other side and the furious voice of Barbossa.
Oh no, he's still alive! Fleur moaned.
A loud bang on the door sent Fleur scrambling. She hurried over to her bed and tried to pull it aside but it wouldn't budge. She tried harder and only succussed in tumbling head over heels. As that happened her bedroom door swung open revealing Barbossa standing in the threshold. His eyes were mad with anger and a slight froth had gathered around the corners of his mouth.
"Didn't get very far did we lass!" he growled entering the room.
Fleur spun around trying to find a place to run. She saw the window and not thinking made a run for it but Barbossa snatched up her right wrist in his hand. Fleur screamed and started battering him with punches. He held tight her other wrist and smiled malevolently.
"No use spitting on me again darling" he told her.
"You're not worth my spit!" Fleur replied squirming.
"Come on out Jack!" Barbossa shouted, "I know yer in 'ere somewhere and now not only do I have yer ship, I have yer daughter!"
Fleur fell silent to try hearing if her father would reveal himself. After a few moments of silence Barbossa threw Fleur down.
"Take 'er to the brig and don't make a mess of it" he ordered storming from the room.
A pirate took Fleur and she was thrown into her cell. Fleur didn't bother trying to escape. She knew it would have been pure stupidity for her father to reveal himself then and there but deep down she was disappointed that he did not.
Fleur snuck a peek at the Persian rug she had laid under her bed, yes it had moved. Fleur was 10 when she found her secret cabin. Her bed was in a different position back then and Fleur had stumbled across a few loose floorboards. She had pried them up and found a moderate sized cabin underneath. She had made shelves for it and put a small desk down there. She spent time down there when the weight of the world gained on her shoulders and she needed to relax. She had come to tell her father about it one early summer a few years back. She was glad that she had for now her father was safe...for now at least.
"Hey!" she growled as Barbossa grabbed her shoulder.
"Come come Miss Sparrow and sit and eat with me, ye would be very tired after searching so hard and...thoroughly" he whispered looking at the bed.
Fleur swallowed and held her head up high, "I'm not hungry Captain"
"Well, lets get that little cut fixed up hm?"
Before Fleur could protest Barbossa had hauled her into his cabin. Behind them he shut and locked the door. Fleur sunk into a corner; Barbossa fixed up some concoction and poured it on a cloth.
"I know ye won't want me touchin' ye so place this on the cut," he told her throwing the cloth to her.
Fleur did so and felt a twang of pain. She flinched but did not protest.
"Sit down Miss Sparrow. There's things to be discussed"
Fleur obeyed. She hated every second of this but she needed all the time she could muster to try and figure how to save her father. There were plates of fruit laid out on a nice tablecloth. Barbossa was helping himself to some wine. Fleur curled up her nose in disgust; she would have to remember to tell her father not to touch that bottle again. They dined in silence, Fleur only picking at her food.
"Deep in thought we are" Barbossa commented settling his eyes on her.
Fleur returned his gaze.
Barbossa laughed, "there's a lotta Jack in you girl. Yer all Jack"
"You will not loosen my tongue with compliments," Fleur told him savagely.
Barbossa laughed, "I need not words to loosen a girls tongue"
Fleur shivered at the grotesque suggestion.
"Tell me where your father is!" Barbossa growled.
Fleur did not reply, instead she focused on the half-full plate in front of her.
"Don't dare keep me waiting girl! I'm a man of certain needs and a limited amount of time so tell me where be Jack!"
Still Fleur did not reply and did not return his gaze. Barbossa stalked towards her and as he raised his hand to slap her Fleur snatched up a knife and buried it deep into his abdomen. Barbossa took a surprised step backwards and as he did Fleur grabbed the keys around his waist and flew to the door. Unlocking it and swinging it open Fleur belted onto the deck. She took a quick peek behind her shoulder and ran down below. She ran as fast as she could down the stairs and headed for her room. She entered it and slammed shut the door. Then she locked it. Fleur took a moment to breathe and leant back on the wooden door. She heard the shouts of the angry crew on the other side and the furious voice of Barbossa.
Oh no, he's still alive! Fleur moaned.
A loud bang on the door sent Fleur scrambling. She hurried over to her bed and tried to pull it aside but it wouldn't budge. She tried harder and only succussed in tumbling head over heels. As that happened her bedroom door swung open revealing Barbossa standing in the threshold. His eyes were mad with anger and a slight froth had gathered around the corners of his mouth.
"Didn't get very far did we lass!" he growled entering the room.
Fleur spun around trying to find a place to run. She saw the window and not thinking made a run for it but Barbossa snatched up her right wrist in his hand. Fleur screamed and started battering him with punches. He held tight her other wrist and smiled malevolently.
"No use spitting on me again darling" he told her.
"You're not worth my spit!" Fleur replied squirming.
"Come on out Jack!" Barbossa shouted, "I know yer in 'ere somewhere and now not only do I have yer ship, I have yer daughter!"
Fleur fell silent to try hearing if her father would reveal himself. After a few moments of silence Barbossa threw Fleur down.
"Take 'er to the brig and don't make a mess of it" he ordered storming from the room.
A pirate took Fleur and she was thrown into her cell. Fleur didn't bother trying to escape. She knew it would have been pure stupidity for her father to reveal himself then and there but deep down she was disappointed that he did not.