Chapter 2: Through Time and Place
The winds coming out of Tortuga had been strong, making the crew think twice about sailing, but not Captain Jack Sparrow. He stood proudly, slightly hunched over, behind the wheel of the Black Pearl.
"Man overboard!" someone shouted.
"Anamaria, take the wheel!" he ordered. He swayed slowly to the side of the ship where most of the crew had gathered to peer into the rich, deep blue waters of the Caribbean. There caught up in the waves was a woman. She looked to be unconscious, and was pulled under the swift current quickly.
Jack threw his hat, sheathed sword, rifle, and coat onto the deck, and dove into the cool water. He grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her to the surface. She wasn't breathing.
"Get it down to them," he heard shouts up above, as he grabbed a rope that had been lowered by the crew. He climbed the side carefully so not to drop the woman. He laid her upon the deck and quickly turned her on her side, cutting her dress open slightly with his knife. Water streamed out of her mouth as she gasped for breath.
He lifted her up slightly letting her cough up the remaining water in her lungs.
"Anamaria, Trowbridge," he called to his crew" 'arry 'er into my cabin, an' be sure she has a warm blanket. Come an' get me when she wakes."
"Aye,' they answered, picking up the girl's slightly trembling form, and carrying her down the stairs below the deck. Anamaria laid her gently on the captain's bed, covering her with a dry blanket from the side table.
The girl's dress, that was covered in a light floral pattern and accented with belled sleeves, had been cut open almost completely by Jack's knife. She would be sure to get the girl new clothes when she awoke. Something else about the girl had caught Anamaria's eye. With the setting sun the light was dim, but Anamaria could make out the faint silver outline of a necklace on the girl's chest.
Anamaria lit a candle thinking that whatever it was it was possibly valuable. She gasped when she saw the carefully forged medallion that glowed in the candlelight on the girl's chest. It was of a setting sun, it's rays outlined in the faintest of gold, and a sparrow flying away from it outlined in the same way. Anamaria had seen her captain at the time let go of this medallion sixteen years ago. Now it hung delicately from this mysterious girl's neck as if it had always belonged to her.
She ran quickly above deck, searching for her captain. She found him behind the wheel again staring out into the ocean.
"Captain," she called.
"Aye."
"There be somethin' I need to show ye." He shot her an annoyed glance. He hated to be torn from his beloved Pearl.
"Aye," he answered reluctantly, "I'll 'and 'er to Gibbs." The other man came forward and took the wheel from Jack's grasp.
Anamaria walked toward the staircase when she heard Jack's voice call her back.
"Where're you taking me?" Annoyance seeped into his tone.
"Below. The girl. There's somethin' I need to show ye," her tone was more persistent this time.
Anamaria pushed the door open softly. The girl still lay upon Jack's bed unconscious. The medallion clasped around her neck shown in the candlelight as if inhabited some otherworldly power. Jack swayed over to the girl clasping the precious necklace.
"Now where did you get that?" he wondered aloud to no one unparticular. He hadn't seen the medallion since he had first boarded his father's ship at fifteen years old. He turned it over, studying it carefully; searching for the inscription that he knew was there.
A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Jack was somewhat startled by the girl's weak grip, and her voice when she growled softly,
"It's none of your business."
The winds coming out of Tortuga had been strong, making the crew think twice about sailing, but not Captain Jack Sparrow. He stood proudly, slightly hunched over, behind the wheel of the Black Pearl.
"Man overboard!" someone shouted.
"Anamaria, take the wheel!" he ordered. He swayed slowly to the side of the ship where most of the crew had gathered to peer into the rich, deep blue waters of the Caribbean. There caught up in the waves was a woman. She looked to be unconscious, and was pulled under the swift current quickly.
Jack threw his hat, sheathed sword, rifle, and coat onto the deck, and dove into the cool water. He grabbed her by the shoulders and brought her to the surface. She wasn't breathing.
"Get it down to them," he heard shouts up above, as he grabbed a rope that had been lowered by the crew. He climbed the side carefully so not to drop the woman. He laid her upon the deck and quickly turned her on her side, cutting her dress open slightly with his knife. Water streamed out of her mouth as she gasped for breath.
He lifted her up slightly letting her cough up the remaining water in her lungs.
"Anamaria, Trowbridge," he called to his crew" 'arry 'er into my cabin, an' be sure she has a warm blanket. Come an' get me when she wakes."
"Aye,' they answered, picking up the girl's slightly trembling form, and carrying her down the stairs below the deck. Anamaria laid her gently on the captain's bed, covering her with a dry blanket from the side table.
The girl's dress, that was covered in a light floral pattern and accented with belled sleeves, had been cut open almost completely by Jack's knife. She would be sure to get the girl new clothes when she awoke. Something else about the girl had caught Anamaria's eye. With the setting sun the light was dim, but Anamaria could make out the faint silver outline of a necklace on the girl's chest.
Anamaria lit a candle thinking that whatever it was it was possibly valuable. She gasped when she saw the carefully forged medallion that glowed in the candlelight on the girl's chest. It was of a setting sun, it's rays outlined in the faintest of gold, and a sparrow flying away from it outlined in the same way. Anamaria had seen her captain at the time let go of this medallion sixteen years ago. Now it hung delicately from this mysterious girl's neck as if it had always belonged to her.
She ran quickly above deck, searching for her captain. She found him behind the wheel again staring out into the ocean.
"Captain," she called.
"Aye."
"There be somethin' I need to show ye." He shot her an annoyed glance. He hated to be torn from his beloved Pearl.
"Aye," he answered reluctantly, "I'll 'and 'er to Gibbs." The other man came forward and took the wheel from Jack's grasp.
Anamaria walked toward the staircase when she heard Jack's voice call her back.
"Where're you taking me?" Annoyance seeped into his tone.
"Below. The girl. There's somethin' I need to show ye," her tone was more persistent this time.
Anamaria pushed the door open softly. The girl still lay upon Jack's bed unconscious. The medallion clasped around her neck shown in the candlelight as if inhabited some otherworldly power. Jack swayed over to the girl clasping the precious necklace.
"Now where did you get that?" he wondered aloud to no one unparticular. He hadn't seen the medallion since he had first boarded his father's ship at fifteen years old. He turned it over, studying it carefully; searching for the inscription that he knew was there.
A hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. Jack was somewhat startled by the girl's weak grip, and her voice when she growled softly,
"It's none of your business."