'I definitely didn't bargain for this when I got into that crate,' she
thought to herself. Her head was spinning madly. She didn't know this man
past his name, yet it seemed that he knew more about her than she did
herself. It was very frustrating and very annoying. She wanted to jump off
the ship, but she continued to sit with her face buried in her hands,
waiting for something to happen. Jack Sparrow was not making this easier.
In fact, he looked amused at the whole situation. When she didn't move, he
got disappointed and motioned for his crew to go elsewhere. It was obvious
that none of them liked the silence.
"Come with me," Jack said, holding out a hand to help her off of her chair. She stared at it for a moment and stood up without touching him. He looked offended, but shook it off and began walking towards his cabin. She took a moment to stare into the ocean before following. They were in the middle of it; no land on any side. She sighed as she stepped into the cabin, glancing around as Jack closed to door.
"Any reason you know more about my life than I do?" she asked, more harshly than she had intended, and hoping that it hadn't phased him. It didn't.
"Well, maybe because I've been around longer than you, and I can remember things better from back then." He wasn't being much help, but at least someone was talking now. He motioned for her to sit down at the table as he took a seat himself. She sat opposite him and stared at her feet. "Come on now, love, what's the matter with yeh? Why ain't yeh talkin'?" He didn't seem the least bit concerned. Maybe he was getting bored with silence, as everyone was.
"Because I'm frustrated," she stated plainly. She didn't want to sound angry or mean, but that's how it came out. She rubbed her face with her hands and decided to stare at Jack until he said something.
"Well, don't yeh wanna know about ol' Johnny Decken and yer mystery lady?" he asked politely. She nodded and gazed pointlessly at the bone that was obviously tied into his hair. "Well, I think this may be a very important story, so you'd best be listenin'," he said. She yawned and nodded again, this time fixing her gaze on his face and concentrating hard on listening and not falling asleep, or dying of hunger. She was now becoming aware of how tired and hungry she really was. "Now, John and the lady, her name was Jessica Lynn, they were engaged, yeh see. Always together, as you remember. They'd apparently been in love for a while, and they had a little kid. I knew Johnny well, but Jessica, well, she was a bit out of my league." She wondered what he had meant by that. But she didn't waste time thinking about it, because he had continued with his story. "Well, one day, they was walkin' together down by the docks in Tortuga. They picked a bad day to be doin' that, though. That was the same day the Royal Navy came and raided the whole bloody town, and them two were the first to get caught, and shot, like you said." She really didn't know where this was going, but she was still interested. Jack sure did know how to tell a story. "I believe this may be important to you..." Jack began, looking slightly reluctant to continue, "because... John and Jessica were your parents."
~~
One would not call this a mild shock. They would call it complete and udder chaos. As soon as Jack had said those words, the orphan passed out from either shock, tiredness, or hunger. It might have been all three. She slid from her chair and fell to the ground, unconscious. Jack looked completely confused, and he definitely didn't register the fact that she might have needed to be woken up. "Hello?" he asked to her lifeless form on the floor. He looked around the room to be sure that there wasn't anything that would help before he began to knock on her forehead. "Come on now, deary, wake up." He glanced around again and spotted a bucket full of water. Jack grinned broadly and took the bucket in his arms, walked back over to the girl lying on his cabin floor, and dumped the whole contents onto her face. She spluttered and spat and rolled onto her stomach, trying to shield herself from another attack of freezing cold water.
"What was that for?!" she screamed at him, now shoving herself up off of the ground. She glared at him, but he only chuckled and handed her a towel. He seemed to be quite enjoying causing her as much discomfort as possible.
"Sorry about that, love, but you fell off of me chair," he said, nodding in the direction of said chair.
"Well, you're the one who... wait.. what did you tell me before I passed out?" she asked, completely and honestly forgetting what he had told her that could possibly be so shocking.
"You don't remember? Well, I'm not sure I want to tell you again, for risk of another black out..." he said, looking at her with a bit of concern in his expression.
"Just tell me, and if I fall over again, you have permission to douse me with mass amounts of water." She sniggered at her own comment. That was the funniest thing she'd said in a while.
"All right, if you insist. I said, John Decken and Jessica Lynn were you parents." She stared blankly at him for the longest time, trying to register this. Parents? Her mind kept taking sides... I don't have any parents, she thought, but another part of her interrupted, It does seem logical, you know. They always looked after you...
"Are... are you sure?" she said slowly, just to be sure she could still speak. Jack nodded and she decided that she had no reason not to trust him.
"So, if you knew them... do you know my name?" she asked, hoping the answer would be yes. She couldn't stand being nameless any longer in her life. She hated being 'That Girl'.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I do."
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Oh, a nice little summary of the next chapter...
It's the shortest chapter yet, and I'm deeply sorry for that.
She gets a name! FINALLY! I'm excited... I hope you are.
"Come with me," Jack said, holding out a hand to help her off of her chair. She stared at it for a moment and stood up without touching him. He looked offended, but shook it off and began walking towards his cabin. She took a moment to stare into the ocean before following. They were in the middle of it; no land on any side. She sighed as she stepped into the cabin, glancing around as Jack closed to door.
"Any reason you know more about my life than I do?" she asked, more harshly than she had intended, and hoping that it hadn't phased him. It didn't.
"Well, maybe because I've been around longer than you, and I can remember things better from back then." He wasn't being much help, but at least someone was talking now. He motioned for her to sit down at the table as he took a seat himself. She sat opposite him and stared at her feet. "Come on now, love, what's the matter with yeh? Why ain't yeh talkin'?" He didn't seem the least bit concerned. Maybe he was getting bored with silence, as everyone was.
"Because I'm frustrated," she stated plainly. She didn't want to sound angry or mean, but that's how it came out. She rubbed her face with her hands and decided to stare at Jack until he said something.
"Well, don't yeh wanna know about ol' Johnny Decken and yer mystery lady?" he asked politely. She nodded and gazed pointlessly at the bone that was obviously tied into his hair. "Well, I think this may be a very important story, so you'd best be listenin'," he said. She yawned and nodded again, this time fixing her gaze on his face and concentrating hard on listening and not falling asleep, or dying of hunger. She was now becoming aware of how tired and hungry she really was. "Now, John and the lady, her name was Jessica Lynn, they were engaged, yeh see. Always together, as you remember. They'd apparently been in love for a while, and they had a little kid. I knew Johnny well, but Jessica, well, she was a bit out of my league." She wondered what he had meant by that. But she didn't waste time thinking about it, because he had continued with his story. "Well, one day, they was walkin' together down by the docks in Tortuga. They picked a bad day to be doin' that, though. That was the same day the Royal Navy came and raided the whole bloody town, and them two were the first to get caught, and shot, like you said." She really didn't know where this was going, but she was still interested. Jack sure did know how to tell a story. "I believe this may be important to you..." Jack began, looking slightly reluctant to continue, "because... John and Jessica were your parents."
~~
One would not call this a mild shock. They would call it complete and udder chaos. As soon as Jack had said those words, the orphan passed out from either shock, tiredness, or hunger. It might have been all three. She slid from her chair and fell to the ground, unconscious. Jack looked completely confused, and he definitely didn't register the fact that she might have needed to be woken up. "Hello?" he asked to her lifeless form on the floor. He looked around the room to be sure that there wasn't anything that would help before he began to knock on her forehead. "Come on now, deary, wake up." He glanced around again and spotted a bucket full of water. Jack grinned broadly and took the bucket in his arms, walked back over to the girl lying on his cabin floor, and dumped the whole contents onto her face. She spluttered and spat and rolled onto her stomach, trying to shield herself from another attack of freezing cold water.
"What was that for?!" she screamed at him, now shoving herself up off of the ground. She glared at him, but he only chuckled and handed her a towel. He seemed to be quite enjoying causing her as much discomfort as possible.
"Sorry about that, love, but you fell off of me chair," he said, nodding in the direction of said chair.
"Well, you're the one who... wait.. what did you tell me before I passed out?" she asked, completely and honestly forgetting what he had told her that could possibly be so shocking.
"You don't remember? Well, I'm not sure I want to tell you again, for risk of another black out..." he said, looking at her with a bit of concern in his expression.
"Just tell me, and if I fall over again, you have permission to douse me with mass amounts of water." She sniggered at her own comment. That was the funniest thing she'd said in a while.
"All right, if you insist. I said, John Decken and Jessica Lynn were you parents." She stared blankly at him for the longest time, trying to register this. Parents? Her mind kept taking sides... I don't have any parents, she thought, but another part of her interrupted, It does seem logical, you know. They always looked after you...
"Are... are you sure?" she said slowly, just to be sure she could still speak. Jack nodded and she decided that she had no reason not to trust him.
"So, if you knew them... do you know my name?" she asked, hoping the answer would be yes. She couldn't stand being nameless any longer in her life. She hated being 'That Girl'.
"Well, as a matter of fact, I do."
~~~~~
Oh, a nice little summary of the next chapter...
It's the shortest chapter yet, and I'm deeply sorry for that.
She gets a name! FINALLY! I'm excited... I hope you are.