Intuition~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Disclaimer: I WILL own Jack Sparrow someday in the near future. -Sigh-
Chapter 3.Old scars and an battle between two crewmates
Jack's eyes popped open that night when he heard a small cry. He looked over to see Morgan was crying in her sleep, thrashing under the blankets on the small cot where she had chosen to sleep. He hopped off the bed and walked over to her. Shaking her lightly, he asked, "what's wrong, love?" Morgan shook her head and continued crying. She clutched her stomach and Jack thought she was going to hurl. He helped her off the bed and led her up on deck and into the cool night air. She calmed and he asked again, "what's wrong, love?"
Morgan calmed and replied shakily, "W-when I was just a young one, around maybe seven, my mother told my father that I was going to Avalon for schooling. My father didn't like the idea, but when my mother refused to have it any other way, he got very angry. He strangled my mother and then left me to die with a dagger in my stomach. I fell into a coma and when I finally woke, twelve days later, I was in Avalon. My aunt, Lizora, sought my father down herself and killed him in a furious rage." Jack's eyes widened as he thought about her. This woman had obviously kept her feelings masked and bottled up for years.
"Oh, love." He whispered. He hugged her comfortingly and rested his head on hers, inhaling her scent. She smelled of the sea, of horses, and faintly like eucalyptus leaves. She quieted and moved, over.
Inhaling deeply, she rubbed her stomach and lifted her shirt a little, showing a long scar. She winced and let down her shirt, moving to go back to the cabin. Jack stopped her and stared into her blue eyes with his brown ones. Unexpectedly, he leaned down and kissed her. Startled at first, she backed up, but he pulled her closer. She returned the kiss, and finally broke away. She closed her eyes and walked back to the cabin. Jack turned away and stared at the brightening horizon. Morgan didn't notice a man watching her carefully. The man pounced and grabbed her waist, holding a particularly long, sharp dagger to her throat. "I want something from you, miss."
"Look, mate, if yer talkin' about me virginity, yer far too late." She whirled around and unsheathed her sword, throwing insults in his face as their blades clashed. "You stupid, smelly, ungrateful sexually frustrated pig! How dare you even try to kill me? You couldn't have me for all the money in the world, ya bastard. Ye would probably sooner rape a pig that ye would me, considering pigs are yer species." She screamed words in an unknown language at him as she plunged her sword into his stomach. "Dolle naa lost! Nadorhuan! Mereth en draugrim! Auta miqula orqu! Amin delotha lle! Utinu en lokirim! Amin feuya ten'lle! " (See bottom for translation. Its high elven speech.) her sword clattered to the ground and she saw Jack running over. Her hands were bloodied as she fell to the ground in a deadened faint. Jack picked her up in his arms after tossing the dead man, who turned out to be a crewmember by the name of John Smith. (Yes! I killed that stupid Spanish dude from Pocahontas! Woot!) He opened his cabin door and laid her out on his bed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Well that's the third chappie! Yay! Well, anyway, here are the meanings for Morgan's spout of words. These words are quenya elvish, high elven speech, created by the maker of middle-earth, the wonderful J.R.R. Tolkien. Unfortunately, I am not bright enough to make or own a wonderful language like that. Boo!
Dolle naa lost! Your head is empty
Nadorhuan! Cowardly dog
Mereth en draugrim! Feast of wolves
Auta miqula orqu! Go kiss an orc
Amin delotha lle! I hate you
Utinu en lokirim! Son of snakes (dishonest person)
Amin feuya ten'lle! You are king in your imagination
So there you have it! The third chappie finished! Cooliness! Also thanks to ~somebody~ for your review. Yeah, some horses are a pain, but Eriador in the story was bred in Avalon to be kind and gentle with their mistress, but fierce and brave in battle or under hostile conditions. TA!
Chapter 3.Old scars and an battle between two crewmates
Jack's eyes popped open that night when he heard a small cry. He looked over to see Morgan was crying in her sleep, thrashing under the blankets on the small cot where she had chosen to sleep. He hopped off the bed and walked over to her. Shaking her lightly, he asked, "what's wrong, love?" Morgan shook her head and continued crying. She clutched her stomach and Jack thought she was going to hurl. He helped her off the bed and led her up on deck and into the cool night air. She calmed and he asked again, "what's wrong, love?"
Morgan calmed and replied shakily, "W-when I was just a young one, around maybe seven, my mother told my father that I was going to Avalon for schooling. My father didn't like the idea, but when my mother refused to have it any other way, he got very angry. He strangled my mother and then left me to die with a dagger in my stomach. I fell into a coma and when I finally woke, twelve days later, I was in Avalon. My aunt, Lizora, sought my father down herself and killed him in a furious rage." Jack's eyes widened as he thought about her. This woman had obviously kept her feelings masked and bottled up for years.
"Oh, love." He whispered. He hugged her comfortingly and rested his head on hers, inhaling her scent. She smelled of the sea, of horses, and faintly like eucalyptus leaves. She quieted and moved, over.
Inhaling deeply, she rubbed her stomach and lifted her shirt a little, showing a long scar. She winced and let down her shirt, moving to go back to the cabin. Jack stopped her and stared into her blue eyes with his brown ones. Unexpectedly, he leaned down and kissed her. Startled at first, she backed up, but he pulled her closer. She returned the kiss, and finally broke away. She closed her eyes and walked back to the cabin. Jack turned away and stared at the brightening horizon. Morgan didn't notice a man watching her carefully. The man pounced and grabbed her waist, holding a particularly long, sharp dagger to her throat. "I want something from you, miss."
"Look, mate, if yer talkin' about me virginity, yer far too late." She whirled around and unsheathed her sword, throwing insults in his face as their blades clashed. "You stupid, smelly, ungrateful sexually frustrated pig! How dare you even try to kill me? You couldn't have me for all the money in the world, ya bastard. Ye would probably sooner rape a pig that ye would me, considering pigs are yer species." She screamed words in an unknown language at him as she plunged her sword into his stomach. "Dolle naa lost! Nadorhuan! Mereth en draugrim! Auta miqula orqu! Amin delotha lle! Utinu en lokirim! Amin feuya ten'lle! " (See bottom for translation. Its high elven speech.) her sword clattered to the ground and she saw Jack running over. Her hands were bloodied as she fell to the ground in a deadened faint. Jack picked her up in his arms after tossing the dead man, who turned out to be a crewmember by the name of John Smith. (Yes! I killed that stupid Spanish dude from Pocahontas! Woot!) He opened his cabin door and laid her out on his bed. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~* Well that's the third chappie! Yay! Well, anyway, here are the meanings for Morgan's spout of words. These words are quenya elvish, high elven speech, created by the maker of middle-earth, the wonderful J.R.R. Tolkien. Unfortunately, I am not bright enough to make or own a wonderful language like that. Boo!
Dolle naa lost! Your head is empty
Nadorhuan! Cowardly dog
Mereth en draugrim! Feast of wolves
Auta miqula orqu! Go kiss an orc
Amin delotha lle! I hate you
Utinu en lokirim! Son of snakes (dishonest person)
Amin feuya ten'lle! You are king in your imagination
So there you have it! The third chappie finished! Cooliness! Also thanks to ~somebody~ for your review. Yeah, some horses are a pain, but Eriador in the story was bred in Avalon to be kind and gentle with their mistress, but fierce and brave in battle or under hostile conditions. TA!