Disclaimer (again): With the not owning of PotC and all that good stuff...
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"So, tell me again why I'm doing this," she questioned. After all, stowing away in a crate on the docks didn't seem like the ideal getaway.
"Do you want to get out of here, or not?" Will asked, preparing to hammer the lid shut as she attempted to get herself into a comfortable position. There was none to be found.
"Do you think I'll ever see you again?" she asked. This was a very odd feeling; she actually didn't want to leave Port Royal and her new friend.
"It's not probable, but it could happen. Now duck down so I can nail you in." Will wasted no time in doing so, either. The box shook with every rhythmic pound, and then there was silence.
"Will?" she asked, wondering if she was really on her own. When no reply came, she sighed and busied herself with a button on her jacket.
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It seemed like days before there was any movement on the other side of her new prison. And it wasn't exactly the most fun she'd had all her life, but the fact that she had no way of getting out, and the fact that she might actually be able to start a new life elsewhere, kept her awake most of the time. There were occasions when she heard voices outside, and she wondered if they were going to carry her off onto a ship. Then there were times when the top of the crate sank close to her face, signifying that someone needed a good sit. Nevertheless, she was beginning to become tired of waiting, and just tired in general.
"Come on now, load it up! And be quick about it, unless you want the whole of Port Royal down on yeh!" The box was once again shaking, but it wasn't being hammered on, it was being lifted.
"This one's really heavy, captain!" a strained voice said. He was obviously the one trying to lift the orphan onto her new temporary home. It was a very bumpy and uncomfortable journey onto the ship.
"There better be somethin' good in here, fer all that work," complained the same voice, now less strained. The crate had been flipped upside down and sideways, so the little girl was now situated on her head. It seemed that whoever it was that had brought her aboard had now left, and she was alone somewhere on a ship. For all she knew, it belonged to a pirate.
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(Just a note. This is most likely gonna turn into a Jack/Girl [because I don't know her name yet] fic. Sorry, but I just can't resist sometimes.)
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Despite the very uncomfortable position that she had been tossed into, she found a way to get to sleep. Dreaming was one of the things she did on a regular basis, especially since she always thought too much before going to sleep. But she was woken abruptly by a pounding on her box.
"AHH STOP!" she screamed as she saw the tip of an ax penetrate the box right next to her legs that were sticking up in the air. There were questioning whispers that followed, which seemed to be coming to a quick decision.
"I knew there was something heavy in there. Get the captain, he'll know what to do with a stowaway." Her breathing quickened and she hurried to adjust herself so it wouldn't look so odd if they actually decided to get her out. All that she managed was to get her arm out from under her back, which, in her opinion, was better than nothing at all.
"State your name and purpose in that box, missy," said a slightly slurred voice. She hesitated, not knowing what name she could give him. She quickly decided on a name at that very moment.
"My name is... uh... well, it's... Ra... Sa... uhm... it's not important.. Yeah. And my purpose in this box was upset by it being turned over. I was trying to get out of Port Royal." She stared into the empty darkness of the top of the box, wanting so much to get out.
"Well, Miss, do yeh have a last name, by chance?" She panicked. Nothing could have prepared her for giving a full name to a stranger. So she decided to give in and tell the truth.
"Okay, so I don't have a name." She seemed to be quite enjoying telling the truth the complete strangers that she couldn't see at all. She just wanted out.
"Well, what kind of person wouldn't give their child a name?" Her heart crashed.
"Dead parents," she stated, rather offended. "They died right after I was born. I'm an orphan, with nothing to live for. I figured if I got into this box, I could at least have something somewhere else. So that's my name and purpose, I suppose." She stared coldly at where she thought they might be standing. She didn't want to be here anymore. She'd rather be hung than have to relive her childhood again.
"Well then, would you like to be gettin' out of that box, now?" chimed the voice, sounding rather... amused.
Amused. He thinks this is funny, right? So, my life is a joke, a great entertainment feature. She decided she wouldn't be too happy with whoever this was.
"If it's too much trouble, by all means, leave me in here. Just do me the decency of keeping the 'This End Up'... up." She stared at her hand waiting for some kind of response, not really expecting anything over another. Again there were whispers, but they sounded in deep thought, obviously wondering whether to throw her overboard or leave her in the box. After a few more seconds, she felt the box shake, and she was flipped. Although it wasn't very helpful (they had flipped her on her face), at least they were taking some action. Again, the box was flipped, and she landed on her side. "You could have just flipped it once the other way!" she protested, after they finally got it back right side up.
"Sorry, Miss, but you're gonna have to watch whatever's closest to the top. Although you don't seem to want us to, we're cutting you out." She heard sniggers all around, but she stopped listening when the ax blade came back down through the box. It was getting dangerously close to her face with every hit. Just when she thought it was going to slice her for sure, the top was pried off and sunlight smashed into her eyes, blinding her temporarily. She shook her face and stared at the people in front of her.
They were pirates.
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"So, tell me again why I'm doing this," she questioned. After all, stowing away in a crate on the docks didn't seem like the ideal getaway.
"Do you want to get out of here, or not?" Will asked, preparing to hammer the lid shut as she attempted to get herself into a comfortable position. There was none to be found.
"Do you think I'll ever see you again?" she asked. This was a very odd feeling; she actually didn't want to leave Port Royal and her new friend.
"It's not probable, but it could happen. Now duck down so I can nail you in." Will wasted no time in doing so, either. The box shook with every rhythmic pound, and then there was silence.
"Will?" she asked, wondering if she was really on her own. When no reply came, she sighed and busied herself with a button on her jacket.
~~
It seemed like days before there was any movement on the other side of her new prison. And it wasn't exactly the most fun she'd had all her life, but the fact that she had no way of getting out, and the fact that she might actually be able to start a new life elsewhere, kept her awake most of the time. There were occasions when she heard voices outside, and she wondered if they were going to carry her off onto a ship. Then there were times when the top of the crate sank close to her face, signifying that someone needed a good sit. Nevertheless, she was beginning to become tired of waiting, and just tired in general.
"Come on now, load it up! And be quick about it, unless you want the whole of Port Royal down on yeh!" The box was once again shaking, but it wasn't being hammered on, it was being lifted.
"This one's really heavy, captain!" a strained voice said. He was obviously the one trying to lift the orphan onto her new temporary home. It was a very bumpy and uncomfortable journey onto the ship.
"There better be somethin' good in here, fer all that work," complained the same voice, now less strained. The crate had been flipped upside down and sideways, so the little girl was now situated on her head. It seemed that whoever it was that had brought her aboard had now left, and she was alone somewhere on a ship. For all she knew, it belonged to a pirate.
~~
(Just a note. This is most likely gonna turn into a Jack/Girl [because I don't know her name yet] fic. Sorry, but I just can't resist sometimes.)
~~
Despite the very uncomfortable position that she had been tossed into, she found a way to get to sleep. Dreaming was one of the things she did on a regular basis, especially since she always thought too much before going to sleep. But she was woken abruptly by a pounding on her box.
"AHH STOP!" she screamed as she saw the tip of an ax penetrate the box right next to her legs that were sticking up in the air. There were questioning whispers that followed, which seemed to be coming to a quick decision.
"I knew there was something heavy in there. Get the captain, he'll know what to do with a stowaway." Her breathing quickened and she hurried to adjust herself so it wouldn't look so odd if they actually decided to get her out. All that she managed was to get her arm out from under her back, which, in her opinion, was better than nothing at all.
"State your name and purpose in that box, missy," said a slightly slurred voice. She hesitated, not knowing what name she could give him. She quickly decided on a name at that very moment.
"My name is... uh... well, it's... Ra... Sa... uhm... it's not important.. Yeah. And my purpose in this box was upset by it being turned over. I was trying to get out of Port Royal." She stared into the empty darkness of the top of the box, wanting so much to get out.
"Well, Miss, do yeh have a last name, by chance?" She panicked. Nothing could have prepared her for giving a full name to a stranger. So she decided to give in and tell the truth.
"Okay, so I don't have a name." She seemed to be quite enjoying telling the truth the complete strangers that she couldn't see at all. She just wanted out.
"Well, what kind of person wouldn't give their child a name?" Her heart crashed.
"Dead parents," she stated, rather offended. "They died right after I was born. I'm an orphan, with nothing to live for. I figured if I got into this box, I could at least have something somewhere else. So that's my name and purpose, I suppose." She stared coldly at where she thought they might be standing. She didn't want to be here anymore. She'd rather be hung than have to relive her childhood again.
"Well then, would you like to be gettin' out of that box, now?" chimed the voice, sounding rather... amused.
Amused. He thinks this is funny, right? So, my life is a joke, a great entertainment feature. She decided she wouldn't be too happy with whoever this was.
"If it's too much trouble, by all means, leave me in here. Just do me the decency of keeping the 'This End Up'... up." She stared at her hand waiting for some kind of response, not really expecting anything over another. Again there were whispers, but they sounded in deep thought, obviously wondering whether to throw her overboard or leave her in the box. After a few more seconds, she felt the box shake, and she was flipped. Although it wasn't very helpful (they had flipped her on her face), at least they were taking some action. Again, the box was flipped, and she landed on her side. "You could have just flipped it once the other way!" she protested, after they finally got it back right side up.
"Sorry, Miss, but you're gonna have to watch whatever's closest to the top. Although you don't seem to want us to, we're cutting you out." She heard sniggers all around, but she stopped listening when the ax blade came back down through the box. It was getting dangerously close to her face with every hit. Just when she thought it was going to slice her for sure, the top was pried off and sunlight smashed into her eyes, blinding her temporarily. She shook her face and stared at the people in front of her.
They were pirates.