A/N: Guys, I'm so sorry I left you all hanging! I know, it's really not
like me, but I had to! Like I said, I wanted to update before the weekend,
so I went into crappy writing mode. Anyway, since I'm pretty much done
with my Spanish project, I thought I'd get up another chapter. Thank you
all so much for bearing with me!
*"This is the daughter of Maria Santiago." (-----sorry, didn't put this in last chapter.
********** Chapter 9:
The entire group walked no more than a mile when they met another group of the Spaniards and Devin and company were allowed to breathe. Devin tried to move closer to her father, to ask him why she never knew who her mother was or why the necklace was so important, but before she made, she felt a hand grab her arm and the group was off again. After another half an hour, through a clump of trees they saw fires burning, which meant that there were people there. From the sound of movements, Devin could tell that there were many people. There was no chance of escape.
They were brought into the middle of the makeshift camp, awaiting someone of authority to proceed it seemed. All of Devin's company's hands were bound, and were ordered to wait there. While they stood there, the men who had taken them captive talked amongst themselves in Spanish. Devin was quickly lost with her lack of knowledge of the Spanish language, so she spent the time watching the men and women go by, some of them staring at the group, but all of them not speaking.
They heard footsteps, and Devin turned back around to see a young man talking to the guards. This man did not look Spanish at all. He was tall and lanky, with shoulder-length raven black hair and sapphire eyes. There was an English accent tacked onto the Spanish he was speaking, and Devin knew this man could not have been here for very long. The conversation ended, and the man looked up at the captives. He saw Devin, and grinned maliciously.
"So here we have the blessed daughter of Maria Santiago," he said, walking right up to her, staring her in the eye. Devin took a step back, but did not blink, like she knew he wanted her to. "Well, Devin, how are you?" Devin didn't answer. Master Will, however, did.
"Why do you want us? What have we done against you?" The man's eyes glinted with malice. Mr. Turner put a hand on his son's shoulder, ready to attack if it was at all possible.
"It looks like you have a protector, precious," the man said, not hiding his contempt. "How delightful." Jack made a violent move that distracted the man.
"Captain Jack Sparrow! How long has it been since I've seen you here? What, seventeen years. No, more than that. You left before precious was born, didn't you."
"Gabriel, what are you getting at," the pirate said coldly.
"Oh nothing, I suppose. I'm just relishing the thought that I know have the precious leader in my hands and have the ability to kill her whenever I want," Gabriel said.
"What precious leader?" Devin asked. Gabriel laughed.
"Don't tell me you don't know your destiny, precious?"
"I know nothing," she replied simply.
"Well, I suppose since daddy dearest didn't want his precious daughter to know her true destiny," Gabriel said in a singsong voice. "Little precious doesn't know that her mother's father was the strongest leader of our little tribe here. Dearest Devin doesn't know that her mother was the last to reign in her family. She didn't want her baby to live up with the pressure of being a leader before her time should come. So she fled the country with a lost, young pirate, by the name of Jack Sparrow." He turned to Jack. "Isn't that right?" Jack nodded reluctantly. Gabriel turned around.
"But not before she placed a curse that we would all perish if any of us tried to usurp her throne. She wanted her dynasty to continue, but not until the next in line and the next after that were ready. She was going to wait until she knew her own daughter could handle it. And so she was going to take you to England. Smart choice, for me at least." He looked at father and daughter with distain. He nodded to some of the armed men near them and they took Jack and Devin, leaving the two Turners. He turned to another group of men and in Spanish said, "Máteles." Devin struggled to watch them, and as the men advanced, with their weapons raised, she screamed.
*********** A/N: Guys, I'm sorry, but I had to do it! Yet another cliffhanger! Lo siento, I swear! (Sorry, I just had a Spanish presentation last period.) Anyway, this should only make you guys review more! (Ain't I harsh??? Heh. Proud of it!) So, go to it!
~GypsySwordGodess
*"This is the daughter of Maria Santiago." (-----sorry, didn't put this in last chapter.
********** Chapter 9:
The entire group walked no more than a mile when they met another group of the Spaniards and Devin and company were allowed to breathe. Devin tried to move closer to her father, to ask him why she never knew who her mother was or why the necklace was so important, but before she made, she felt a hand grab her arm and the group was off again. After another half an hour, through a clump of trees they saw fires burning, which meant that there were people there. From the sound of movements, Devin could tell that there were many people. There was no chance of escape.
They were brought into the middle of the makeshift camp, awaiting someone of authority to proceed it seemed. All of Devin's company's hands were bound, and were ordered to wait there. While they stood there, the men who had taken them captive talked amongst themselves in Spanish. Devin was quickly lost with her lack of knowledge of the Spanish language, so she spent the time watching the men and women go by, some of them staring at the group, but all of them not speaking.
They heard footsteps, and Devin turned back around to see a young man talking to the guards. This man did not look Spanish at all. He was tall and lanky, with shoulder-length raven black hair and sapphire eyes. There was an English accent tacked onto the Spanish he was speaking, and Devin knew this man could not have been here for very long. The conversation ended, and the man looked up at the captives. He saw Devin, and grinned maliciously.
"So here we have the blessed daughter of Maria Santiago," he said, walking right up to her, staring her in the eye. Devin took a step back, but did not blink, like she knew he wanted her to. "Well, Devin, how are you?" Devin didn't answer. Master Will, however, did.
"Why do you want us? What have we done against you?" The man's eyes glinted with malice. Mr. Turner put a hand on his son's shoulder, ready to attack if it was at all possible.
"It looks like you have a protector, precious," the man said, not hiding his contempt. "How delightful." Jack made a violent move that distracted the man.
"Captain Jack Sparrow! How long has it been since I've seen you here? What, seventeen years. No, more than that. You left before precious was born, didn't you."
"Gabriel, what are you getting at," the pirate said coldly.
"Oh nothing, I suppose. I'm just relishing the thought that I know have the precious leader in my hands and have the ability to kill her whenever I want," Gabriel said.
"What precious leader?" Devin asked. Gabriel laughed.
"Don't tell me you don't know your destiny, precious?"
"I know nothing," she replied simply.
"Well, I suppose since daddy dearest didn't want his precious daughter to know her true destiny," Gabriel said in a singsong voice. "Little precious doesn't know that her mother's father was the strongest leader of our little tribe here. Dearest Devin doesn't know that her mother was the last to reign in her family. She didn't want her baby to live up with the pressure of being a leader before her time should come. So she fled the country with a lost, young pirate, by the name of Jack Sparrow." He turned to Jack. "Isn't that right?" Jack nodded reluctantly. Gabriel turned around.
"But not before she placed a curse that we would all perish if any of us tried to usurp her throne. She wanted her dynasty to continue, but not until the next in line and the next after that were ready. She was going to wait until she knew her own daughter could handle it. And so she was going to take you to England. Smart choice, for me at least." He looked at father and daughter with distain. He nodded to some of the armed men near them and they took Jack and Devin, leaving the two Turners. He turned to another group of men and in Spanish said, "Máteles." Devin struggled to watch them, and as the men advanced, with their weapons raised, she screamed.
*********** A/N: Guys, I'm sorry, but I had to do it! Yet another cliffhanger! Lo siento, I swear! (Sorry, I just had a Spanish presentation last period.) Anyway, this should only make you guys review more! (Ain't I harsh??? Heh. Proud of it!) So, go to it!
~GypsySwordGodess